Post by Azitith on Jan 5, 2009 23:00:08 GMT -6
The Truth...is quite different from what you may have heard from the Mummer.
The beginning takes place long, long ago. In the beginning, the Dragons were the first to come to this plane. Creatures of power, wisdom, and ancient magic. The eldest creatures of the Veil had come to being. However, it wasn't long before others soon rose from the soil and sea.
After the Creation, long before the humans, each race began to grow and thrive in the Veil. Mermaids and their counterparts, the Kheran, the Dwarves in their underground keeps, the Elves, and many others too diverse to describe. However, don't let the Mummer fool you. The Veil is not something of the Fae's creation, though they would like to think they are masters of something other than their petty glamour tricks. In fact, the Veil is something older than even we. Part of the most arcane magics of this world. That the Fae are adept at manipulating this border between realms is a matter of study and long learning, not of origins. In fact, the fae are partially responsible for the First War--however, that will come later.
Things were prospering. Each race coexisted in their own kingdoms and societies, advancing in sorcery, technology, and architecture. Small towns soon became bustling kingdoms--yet every race looked to the Dragons as an overseeing force. Whether they believed us as gods, or just meddlesome beings interloping in their affairs, there was rarely any backlash. We oversaw everything, and those of us who had grown weary of our roles as watchers had gone into slumber in the deepest catacombs of the earth.
Wars had risen from time to time, usually conflicts over territory or foreign relations--yet nothing had been as ominously foreboding as what was to come soon.
As mentioned before, the Fae had grown particularly skilled at manipulating the Veil--lowering its strength, crossing the borders. Yet, they grew careless. The humans who had soon come to birth noticed their presence--and their sense of natural curiosity soon brought capture to the Fae--at least, the ones who had not decided to stay on the other side. Normally, crossing the Veil is not something any normal human can master. Even magic was something of a rarity among them. However, soon a sort of half-blood was born..the Mummers. Humans with fae blood inside. With the start of the Mummers, and the guidance of the Fae, soon humans were crossing into boundaries unknown.
Their presence in the Veil was alarming. They brought with them new technology, starting kingdoms and conquests in the name of their gods and glory. Their 'knights' even began to slay some of my people, causing us to go into hiding. The Fae soon fell to blame with the strangers' arrival..and soon the lands were divided. Iron weapons were forged, fae magics were readied, and soon every race was drawn into a side during what would be known as the First War.
Many lives were lost during this catastrophe, and the dominion of the invaders was brought down to dwindling levels. Yet finally, things came to a standstill. I rallied my people--warriors and slumbering ancients alike, upon our capitol. The eldest dragons channeled their powers through the land itself, and mountains sprouted from the ground, creating vast ranges and peaks. Soon, we began to turn into mere legends as we isolated ourselves from the world. The day of our so-called godhood was coming to a close.
Yet, with the intrepid humans and their Mummer relations, my kind is still of a sport to them. Sometimes kingdoms and their emissaries manage to make it through our earthen barricade--for war, or assistance..But we are as we always have been. Watchers. If our ways are threatened once more, we will come back, and in full vengeance. Our auguries raise smoke high into the twilight...Battle is nigh.
This is the tale as my fathers have known it, and as I know. Heed a lesson from this, passerby. I am Azitith, fifth warrior-king of the Dragonbreed. My fury shall be known across the lands.
The beginning takes place long, long ago. In the beginning, the Dragons were the first to come to this plane. Creatures of power, wisdom, and ancient magic. The eldest creatures of the Veil had come to being. However, it wasn't long before others soon rose from the soil and sea.
After the Creation, long before the humans, each race began to grow and thrive in the Veil. Mermaids and their counterparts, the Kheran, the Dwarves in their underground keeps, the Elves, and many others too diverse to describe. However, don't let the Mummer fool you. The Veil is not something of the Fae's creation, though they would like to think they are masters of something other than their petty glamour tricks. In fact, the Veil is something older than even we. Part of the most arcane magics of this world. That the Fae are adept at manipulating this border between realms is a matter of study and long learning, not of origins. In fact, the fae are partially responsible for the First War--however, that will come later.
Things were prospering. Each race coexisted in their own kingdoms and societies, advancing in sorcery, technology, and architecture. Small towns soon became bustling kingdoms--yet every race looked to the Dragons as an overseeing force. Whether they believed us as gods, or just meddlesome beings interloping in their affairs, there was rarely any backlash. We oversaw everything, and those of us who had grown weary of our roles as watchers had gone into slumber in the deepest catacombs of the earth.
Wars had risen from time to time, usually conflicts over territory or foreign relations--yet nothing had been as ominously foreboding as what was to come soon.
As mentioned before, the Fae had grown particularly skilled at manipulating the Veil--lowering its strength, crossing the borders. Yet, they grew careless. The humans who had soon come to birth noticed their presence--and their sense of natural curiosity soon brought capture to the Fae--at least, the ones who had not decided to stay on the other side. Normally, crossing the Veil is not something any normal human can master. Even magic was something of a rarity among them. However, soon a sort of half-blood was born..the Mummers. Humans with fae blood inside. With the start of the Mummers, and the guidance of the Fae, soon humans were crossing into boundaries unknown.
Their presence in the Veil was alarming. They brought with them new technology, starting kingdoms and conquests in the name of their gods and glory. Their 'knights' even began to slay some of my people, causing us to go into hiding. The Fae soon fell to blame with the strangers' arrival..and soon the lands were divided. Iron weapons were forged, fae magics were readied, and soon every race was drawn into a side during what would be known as the First War.
Many lives were lost during this catastrophe, and the dominion of the invaders was brought down to dwindling levels. Yet finally, things came to a standstill. I rallied my people--warriors and slumbering ancients alike, upon our capitol. The eldest dragons channeled their powers through the land itself, and mountains sprouted from the ground, creating vast ranges and peaks. Soon, we began to turn into mere legends as we isolated ourselves from the world. The day of our so-called godhood was coming to a close.
Yet, with the intrepid humans and their Mummer relations, my kind is still of a sport to them. Sometimes kingdoms and their emissaries manage to make it through our earthen barricade--for war, or assistance..But we are as we always have been. Watchers. If our ways are threatened once more, we will come back, and in full vengeance. Our auguries raise smoke high into the twilight...Battle is nigh.
This is the tale as my fathers have known it, and as I know. Heed a lesson from this, passerby. I am Azitith, fifth warrior-king of the Dragonbreed. My fury shall be known across the lands.