Post by ToD Staff on Feb 24, 2008 16:14:05 GMT -5
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Chapter 2 -- Blurring the Lines[/center][/size][/blockquote]
The great goddess gazed upon her creations with a caring eye, but was still troubled by the sides they had taken against their brethren. The alliances her children had staked out greatly troubled her, but she knew not what to do. They seemed so lost to their original purpose, to live in the elements as one with the energies that surrounded them; to find love and happiness. Those were the ideals she urged them to live by, but they had since fallen astray of this request. She needed a way to have them reunited with her original plan. Then, she created the Elemental Royals, each representing a different aspect of the earth’s forces. Pyron embodied the Flame with a knack for destruction. Anzu was the Wind, working alongside her sister Viscora of Liquid to restore Pyron’s messes with their powers to heal and cleanse. Terrus, the Earthen wolf, was the easygoing silent type who created things in nature over time instead of instantly. Together, they made up lesser deities, spurned from the goddess herself, to counsel the creatures of her creation and of their elements, and realign themselves with the planet and to remove their heads from the silly alliance war.
Spirit, however, was a tricky beast to form. Life and Death could not both inhabit one creature, so the burden was shared between a set of twins: Asmaria of Life and Zenith of Death. They were her greatest creations, and were to rule over all spirits, alive and deceased. With this last act of love towards her children, Azmaria bestowed power to the mortal wolves, granting them all an affinity with one of the elements. Life and Death, however, were Asmaria and Zenith’s alone to bare, no mortal creature able to contain entirely one or the other. When the Royals descended to the planet, they were only able to take spiritual form unless in the lands of their temples. They can shift, but tend to take the form of that which the goddess birthed them. As wolves. Right off the bat there was controversy between the creations, and a war ensued that ended the Royal’s physical bodies. Zenith and Asmaria granted them the ability to still rule their affiliates, but that they could no longer hold a form, even in their temples. If one visits an elemental temple, however, a voice may be heard of the Royal whom previously reigned there. Extra gifts of power may be granted, and a leader of each Clan is selected by the Royals personal decision.
The wolves of this day and age have long since forgotten the elemental’s presence, and have given up on considering the Royals’ existence. Enraged by their sudden dismissal by the mortals, Pyron, Terrus, Viscora, and Anzu have once again called out to the special element within each and every loupe, to call them together despite their alliance. A leader will soon be decided of each Clan, and blood will most definitely be shed over the position. Asmaria watches carefully over the mortals to keep them from beginning another Great War, but if the wolves are determined, one may ensue. Zenith, ever patient guardian of the dead, waits in her tower for the journey of any souls into her realm to enlist as her second in command, and as her new gang of dark spirits. The Twins consult with one another more than ever, wondering about what the new system of division between the wolves will bring to the lands.
The lines that were once drawn between wolves are now blurring. Alliances no longer matter, and powers are being discovered on a daily basis. Temples are being found in the woods, foliage crawling over their magnificent faces, their origins unknown to those of breath. In this new age, the elements decide the fate of your element, but it is the wolf who owns the power that does what they will with the gift. Are you one intended to follow dutifully as a servant of your Royal, or do you harbor darker intentions? Let your path unfold, and let the games begin.
Ending Credits
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