Post by Dary on Mar 16, 2008 17:13:19 GMT -5
Note to former members// This is a new version of the site! All former characters and canons are up for grabs, so if you're still interested in coming back, I have those characters waiting.
-Dary
In the beginning days there were no names.
In the beginning there lived two women. Sisters, they did everything together. They were mages.
Powerful beyond belief, the two could control the weather, the tides, whatever they desired. They were a challenge to the Old Ones, the gods and goddesses of the earth, and the Old Ones were not pleased.
So, they set about to pitting the sisters against each other, and they succeeded. The sisters were each furious at the other, though neither knew why. In their anger they came to the conclusion that they were better off separate, and they set about their largest work of magic to date. They were going to split the Great Continent in two.
The Old Ones were satisfied with their work and sat back to watch how it all unfolded. The monks who lived in the mountains of the Ridge were not so pleased. They pleaded with the sisters to reconsider, but to no avail. Each sister had her own followers, and when the day came, the people gathered to the East and the West and waited for the Split to come. The monks retreated to the mountains to wait and to speak with nature. They had tried to stop what was now inevitable and they could do no more.
There was no sound when the Split came, only light. And the Continents drifted apart, leaving the Ridge behind in their wakes, now no more than a string of islands.
The sisters were Vivadion and Courdrire. The East and the West. The sunrise and the sunset. Vivadion left her lands, never to be seen again. Courdrire took a more active role in her new domain, created a vast Empire that would fall millennia later at the death of her descendent.
In the present time the Continents are so far distant that the other seems like a dream, a myth or legend out of a story. But two have discovered the truth. The Empire of Xaris, ever searching for new trade routes, has stumbled across another Empire an ocean away: Iscarike. Finding that they are caught in similar situations, the rulers of each respective realm agree to assist the other in their wars. But there is a more profound reason behind their unity. Iscarike has come to employ a mage who has a power not seen in many ages, and if Xaris can find a mage of equal power, then perhaps the lands can be forged together once again into the Great Continent told of in the old tales. A super continent that would dominate the world and show any who would resist the awesome power of the Empires of Xaris and Iscarike.
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-Dary
In the beginning days there were no names.
In the beginning there lived two women. Sisters, they did everything together. They were mages.
Powerful beyond belief, the two could control the weather, the tides, whatever they desired. They were a challenge to the Old Ones, the gods and goddesses of the earth, and the Old Ones were not pleased.
So, they set about to pitting the sisters against each other, and they succeeded. The sisters were each furious at the other, though neither knew why. In their anger they came to the conclusion that they were better off separate, and they set about their largest work of magic to date. They were going to split the Great Continent in two.
The Old Ones were satisfied with their work and sat back to watch how it all unfolded. The monks who lived in the mountains of the Ridge were not so pleased. They pleaded with the sisters to reconsider, but to no avail. Each sister had her own followers, and when the day came, the people gathered to the East and the West and waited for the Split to come. The monks retreated to the mountains to wait and to speak with nature. They had tried to stop what was now inevitable and they could do no more.
There was no sound when the Split came, only light. And the Continents drifted apart, leaving the Ridge behind in their wakes, now no more than a string of islands.
The sisters were Vivadion and Courdrire. The East and the West. The sunrise and the sunset. Vivadion left her lands, never to be seen again. Courdrire took a more active role in her new domain, created a vast Empire that would fall millennia later at the death of her descendent.
In the present time the Continents are so far distant that the other seems like a dream, a myth or legend out of a story. But two have discovered the truth. The Empire of Xaris, ever searching for new trade routes, has stumbled across another Empire an ocean away: Iscarike. Finding that they are caught in similar situations, the rulers of each respective realm agree to assist the other in their wars. But there is a more profound reason behind their unity. Iscarike has come to employ a mage who has a power not seen in many ages, and if Xaris can find a mage of equal power, then perhaps the lands can be forged together once again into the Great Continent told of in the old tales. A super continent that would dominate the world and show any who would resist the awesome power of the Empires of Xaris and Iscarike.
vivadionage.proboards89.com/index.cgi