Post by dacre raphael lethe on Nov 19, 2010 22:08:02 GMT -5
Okay.
Many eons ago, there were three humes. These humes were all sisters. One had dark hair and golden skin. She was tall and strong; she was also the oldest. The next had tan skin and brown hair; her eyes brilliant green. Their youngest sister was a suntouched gold color, with blonde hair in waves.
One day, the three sisters ventured out into the woods, deep past their hometown. They traveled through them, cautious of the creatures within. During these times the stories of being eated up were created. The oldest sister led them, taking the sisters through winding trails and over a river. This river contained a strong spell. Any who crossed it without the permission of the creature within would fall under a curse. They fell asleep, drifting down the river for almost 13 years.
There they drifted until, a radiant child came upon them. He touched them each gently with his hands and pranced off merily. The three sisters awoke, still as young as when they had fallen asleep. They were in an unrecognizeable place. It was full of strange stone structures and a large lake. It was here, that they climbed the largest of the angular structures and ventured inside.
Here they met with a lady who looked as they did, yet a strange power eminated from her, and the golden boy who had saved them was beside her. The lady spoke, her voice eloquent and strong, strange lullabies ringing through her words. "Here you have ventured. None have come to see me, not even of my own world in more than two millenia. I shall reward you for your troubles. I shall grant you and all of your descendents the power of my world. Through it, I will reunite our races," she said and suddenly they were changed.
The youngest sister had an odd cream colored skin, her hair like pale gold and her eyes glowing like silver pools of power. She had tiny features, even more so than before. She seemed to have a wind flowing around her very aura.
The middle sister had a tanned complexion, with wavy brown hair, fluidly flowing. Her eyes were the color of emeralds, shatters of crystalite shining within them. A very easy going and cool mood flowed around her, keeping things connected.
And lastly the eldest sister. The oldest sister had fair, silken skin, with dapple-brown hair. Her eyes were even darker, large in comparison to her petite and angular features. Despite the delicacy of her face, a sense of something kindling inside of her could always be felt.
The strange woman took her hands and placed them together. Upon pulling them apart she revealed three pendants on a hemp lace. Each a different color. One was blue, the other yellow, and the last red. She handed them each to the sisters. "I am Raziela. We will be seeing more of each other from now on. Please cherish my gifts and never regret them. Many in your world would kill for such powerful things. Another thing I must tell you is that you are in a new world, filled with new things. Learn this place for it is your new home."
That was all that was said. A bright flash blinded the sisters and they were lost. As they turned around they each saw something. A large flat land, big enough for the three of them to live there.
From that day forth the descendents of these girls have had the ability to turn into animals and throughout the ages, some have been rumored to physically manifest the elements in strong powerful ways. These have all grown to be Willow Elders, guiding their people in times of Darkness.
700 YEARS FORWARD
The three girls legacy has been over and done with. They dissapeared many years ago, never buried. The first born of each direct descendent of them have been given the tasks of leading their People. They each have seperate factions; though they rule together.
The people of the eldest sister are known as the Dracomancers. They preserved the abilities to sense precious metals and jewels. They all are able to breathe a bit of fire, though only as much as the amount of air they could breathe out. Their most formiddable ability would be to turn into dragons themselves.
The people of the middle sister are now called Jengu.
They preserved the abilities to thrive underwater and turn themselves into particular animals of water origins. The Jengu can manipulate water in smaller doses. It would take the entire faction to cause a shift in major water manipulation. The Jengu also specialize in healing.
The people of the youngest sister are called Fae.
They preserved the abilities to fly and turn themselves into animals of flying capability. Their ability to move the wind around them to shield themselves are often tacked to be their prized posession.
Once an animal has been turned into, it is that person's set animal. They can not turn into multiple animals once they find their animal to transform into.
Now trouble is rising in Epistia. The people are disappearing and strange happenings are spreading through the land. The strange creatures of the south are appearing less and less. Normally this would be a good thing, less work for the Ragnael fighters. But when their bodies are found slaughtered and half gonem it causes suspicion to rise and the root of the problems to be sought out. No one seems to know what to do or how to stop it. But these three descendents just might be able to. This insatiable hunger may destroy the forest or could it destroy itself...?
Many eons ago, there were three humes. These humes were all sisters. One had dark hair and golden skin. She was tall and strong; she was also the oldest. The next had tan skin and brown hair; her eyes brilliant green. Their youngest sister was a suntouched gold color, with blonde hair in waves.
One day, the three sisters ventured out into the woods, deep past their hometown. They traveled through them, cautious of the creatures within. During these times the stories of being eated up were created. The oldest sister led them, taking the sisters through winding trails and over a river. This river contained a strong spell. Any who crossed it without the permission of the creature within would fall under a curse. They fell asleep, drifting down the river for almost 13 years.
There they drifted until, a radiant child came upon them. He touched them each gently with his hands and pranced off merily. The three sisters awoke, still as young as when they had fallen asleep. They were in an unrecognizeable place. It was full of strange stone structures and a large lake. It was here, that they climbed the largest of the angular structures and ventured inside.
Here they met with a lady who looked as they did, yet a strange power eminated from her, and the golden boy who had saved them was beside her. The lady spoke, her voice eloquent and strong, strange lullabies ringing through her words. "Here you have ventured. None have come to see me, not even of my own world in more than two millenia. I shall reward you for your troubles. I shall grant you and all of your descendents the power of my world. Through it, I will reunite our races," she said and suddenly they were changed.
The youngest sister had an odd cream colored skin, her hair like pale gold and her eyes glowing like silver pools of power. She had tiny features, even more so than before. She seemed to have a wind flowing around her very aura.
The middle sister had a tanned complexion, with wavy brown hair, fluidly flowing. Her eyes were the color of emeralds, shatters of crystalite shining within them. A very easy going and cool mood flowed around her, keeping things connected.
And lastly the eldest sister. The oldest sister had fair, silken skin, with dapple-brown hair. Her eyes were even darker, large in comparison to her petite and angular features. Despite the delicacy of her face, a sense of something kindling inside of her could always be felt.
The strange woman took her hands and placed them together. Upon pulling them apart she revealed three pendants on a hemp lace. Each a different color. One was blue, the other yellow, and the last red. She handed them each to the sisters. "I am Raziela. We will be seeing more of each other from now on. Please cherish my gifts and never regret them. Many in your world would kill for such powerful things. Another thing I must tell you is that you are in a new world, filled with new things. Learn this place for it is your new home."
That was all that was said. A bright flash blinded the sisters and they were lost. As they turned around they each saw something. A large flat land, big enough for the three of them to live there.
From that day forth the descendents of these girls have had the ability to turn into animals and throughout the ages, some have been rumored to physically manifest the elements in strong powerful ways. These have all grown to be Willow Elders, guiding their people in times of Darkness.
700 YEARS FORWARD
The three girls legacy has been over and done with. They dissapeared many years ago, never buried. The first born of each direct descendent of them have been given the tasks of leading their People. They each have seperate factions; though they rule together.
The people of the eldest sister are known as the Dracomancers. They preserved the abilities to sense precious metals and jewels. They all are able to breathe a bit of fire, though only as much as the amount of air they could breathe out. Their most formiddable ability would be to turn into dragons themselves.
The people of the middle sister are now called Jengu.
They preserved the abilities to thrive underwater and turn themselves into particular animals of water origins. The Jengu can manipulate water in smaller doses. It would take the entire faction to cause a shift in major water manipulation. The Jengu also specialize in healing.
The people of the youngest sister are called Fae.
They preserved the abilities to fly and turn themselves into animals of flying capability. Their ability to move the wind around them to shield themselves are often tacked to be their prized posession.
Once an animal has been turned into, it is that person's set animal. They can not turn into multiple animals once they find their animal to transform into.
Now trouble is rising in Epistia. The people are disappearing and strange happenings are spreading through the land. The strange creatures of the south are appearing less and less. Normally this would be a good thing, less work for the Ragnael fighters. But when their bodies are found slaughtered and half gonem it causes suspicion to rise and the root of the problems to be sought out. No one seems to know what to do or how to stop it. But these three descendents just might be able to. This insatiable hunger may destroy the forest or could it destroy itself...?
