Post by Novus Initium GM on Oct 16, 2014 20:41:42 GMT
In a land, distant from the central Sun that screams with solar flares and temperatures to ease the crying souls of the taken, there was light. A light that had shown from fifty-four miles of disease, waste, and rotten fruit, grew. Silent and ominous, though promising and underlying a truth for ears that are unknown to the signified union of all, this light grew. Spirits fought one another for centuries for this light to appear in the Universe of Letum, here in the land of Oblitus. Without further introduction, this light dispersed into the hearts of each individual in the land, fighting for what they believe in, or fighting because that is the way of the World for them. Without hesitation, this light would bring killers and thieves to their knees, sulking in grief.
Further promise came to the land in a tale of epic proportions or a prophecy of one who came long ago, and was to come again. Conjured from the depths of energy, this incarnation conquered the land with its wisdom, instead of conforming to the violence. Those who did not know of the tale feared of what was to come. Those who did know of the tale did not fear. Those who knew also knew deep within their hearts that there is, in fact, a time where they can all live as one that has yet to come.
Deep in the Forest of Putrida, there raised a figure, influenced by nothing, guided by nothing. For one moment, the figure stood. In the other moment, the figure ran. Altogether, this was a learning experience. The figure learned the ways of the rotting forest, and embraced it. Without any sign of right or wrong, there was no difference between the ugly and the beautiful. From the eyes of the Creator, this figure had been sent in an attempt to curate the land. This figure went forth.
So begins the everlasting battle between good and evil.
Further promise came to the land in a tale of epic proportions or a prophecy of one who came long ago, and was to come again. Conjured from the depths of energy, this incarnation conquered the land with its wisdom, instead of conforming to the violence. Those who did not know of the tale feared of what was to come. Those who did know of the tale did not fear. Those who knew also knew deep within their hearts that there is, in fact, a time where they can all live as one that has yet to come.
Deep in the Forest of Putrida, there raised a figure, influenced by nothing, guided by nothing. For one moment, the figure stood. In the other moment, the figure ran. Altogether, this was a learning experience. The figure learned the ways of the rotting forest, and embraced it. Without any sign of right or wrong, there was no difference between the ugly and the beautiful. From the eyes of the Creator, this figure had been sent in an attempt to curate the land. This figure went forth.
So begins the everlasting battle between good and evil.