Post by Gaelic on Jan 5, 2009 10:57:01 GMT -6
``theBIRTH
This world was born very differently from ours. Gods do exist, but it was the Dragons who ruled this land. They were our Gods. Their great mouths belched fire that shaped every crevice of this land. The first of life were the Dragons, born from an egg, although some say this egg was the very center of our universe, past the stars, and past the ever-extending horizons. Others believe that memories, left over from something long-ago, birthed the Egg. For indeed, hope is the strongest power of creation known to us.
However we came about, we all were said to start as the same beings. Very different in make, all-together, some short, some tall, some hefty, others different all-together. These differences gave birth to other differences, and on and on, until we were no longer similar except in mind and spirit, and then our thoughts varied and our faith broke apart into different Gods and Goddesses. These beings have many different names. The Draconian, the Faeries, the Dwarfs, the Elves, the Humans, the Mermaids, the Kheran, the Sirens, and so many others. Harpies, even monsters. All came from one being... A dragon. An egg.
The Humans settled in fertile farmland, away from the Magicks of the other races, to experience peace. They grew, expanding their cities. The Elves made homes with the trees, ever in-sync with nature. The Fae created the Dreamling and the Veil, where they reside, all the magick and trickery still seducing those who come across their bright... or dark rituals. The Dwarfs built great underground cities, forging weapons and armor from the thing they found. Monsters found sanctuary, and haunted the travelers passing through.
The dragons? Well, they have another story all themselves. It is not my tale to tell, honestly. No, as my story, the story of the Mummer is very different from that of the Dragons. I must admit they do not hold me in great esteem, and I them. I have raided many of their homes, after they have gotten too high and mighty for a few people's likings, but I haven't angered them too much... I hope.
Our home is still new, this path we travel, divided so. Beyond our homes lies untold danger. Only some walk the old roads, the roads to Adventure. Others stay close to home, where Safety calls. Kings declare themselves and fall, but in the end, who truly decides what strings fate pulls?
So recently, our lives have been changing even more. The monsters seem to be taking a stand, and fog has enveloped certain sides of the kingdom. This fog is poisonous, leaving all in its wake motionless and near Death’s icy grip. Alas, it takes days before anyone who comes out of the fog to even recover. The only ones that seem unaffected are the dragons. As would be in most panicking societies, many are blaming the dragons for the mysterious haze that is leaving so many dead it its path.
War is threatening again, this time on such a massive scale that all will be pulled along in it. Dwarfs forge great weapons of iron once more, seeking out deep underground mines that still hold true. Dragons fit themselves with massive armor, smoke billowing out of scaled nostrils. The Fae equip their weapons of oak, and magick. The Elves fetch bows and arrows in the thousands. Everyone is on the edge, no one can be trusted, and Kings with their Queens are in grave danger, be they any species.
I am Gaelic, the Mummer dancer. I see the past and the future, and even the present. My troops range far and wide, and now I will wield the blades passed down from the first war. I will lead them against the Dragons, if only to protect the villages my mother left in my care after she passed away. My caravan shall blaze mountains, trails, to protect those that call for us. This is the sacrifice I must make, even if it ends with my life.
Which path shall you choose to travel?
[/b][/size][/center][/color]However we came about, we all were said to start as the same beings. Very different in make, all-together, some short, some tall, some hefty, others different all-together. These differences gave birth to other differences, and on and on, until we were no longer similar except in mind and spirit, and then our thoughts varied and our faith broke apart into different Gods and Goddesses. These beings have many different names. The Draconian, the Faeries, the Dwarfs, the Elves, the Humans, the Mermaids, the Kheran, the Sirens, and so many others. Harpies, even monsters. All came from one being... A dragon. An egg.
The Humans settled in fertile farmland, away from the Magicks of the other races, to experience peace. They grew, expanding their cities. The Elves made homes with the trees, ever in-sync with nature. The Fae created the Dreamling and the Veil, where they reside, all the magick and trickery still seducing those who come across their bright... or dark rituals. The Dwarfs built great underground cities, forging weapons and armor from the thing they found. Monsters found sanctuary, and haunted the travelers passing through.
The dragons? Well, they have another story all themselves. It is not my tale to tell, honestly. No, as my story, the story of the Mummer is very different from that of the Dragons. I must admit they do not hold me in great esteem, and I them. I have raided many of their homes, after they have gotten too high and mighty for a few people's likings, but I haven't angered them too much... I hope.
Our home is still new, this path we travel, divided so. Beyond our homes lies untold danger. Only some walk the old roads, the roads to Adventure. Others stay close to home, where Safety calls. Kings declare themselves and fall, but in the end, who truly decides what strings fate pulls?
So recently, our lives have been changing even more. The monsters seem to be taking a stand, and fog has enveloped certain sides of the kingdom. This fog is poisonous, leaving all in its wake motionless and near Death’s icy grip. Alas, it takes days before anyone who comes out of the fog to even recover. The only ones that seem unaffected are the dragons. As would be in most panicking societies, many are blaming the dragons for the mysterious haze that is leaving so many dead it its path.
War is threatening again, this time on such a massive scale that all will be pulled along in it. Dwarfs forge great weapons of iron once more, seeking out deep underground mines that still hold true. Dragons fit themselves with massive armor, smoke billowing out of scaled nostrils. The Fae equip their weapons of oak, and magick. The Elves fetch bows and arrows in the thousands. Everyone is on the edge, no one can be trusted, and Kings with their Queens are in grave danger, be they any species.
I am Gaelic, the Mummer dancer. I see the past and the future, and even the present. My troops range far and wide, and now I will wield the blades passed down from the first war. I will lead them against the Dragons, if only to protect the villages my mother left in my care after she passed away. My caravan shall blaze mountains, trails, to protect those that call for us. This is the sacrifice I must make, even if it ends with my life.
Which path shall you choose to travel?