Post by Astraeus on Apr 21, 2012 3:21:48 GMT -5
He was the last of his kind, the sole survivor.
His kind was one of the most prosperous and the most widely feared. Kingdoms that challenged them fell and kingdoms that aligned with them shared in peace and prosperity. The era before his birth was a Golden one. All living creatures of Novarodin came together in fellowship and ruled equally, sharing in all they could offer to each other. Novarodin let peace reign over her lands and her skies remained clear with the future bright.
But it was never meant to last.
The gods became jealous of the prosperity and slowly seeded their thoughts into the people. Vendettas spawned from small arguments, violence born from hatred, and war resulting for all. The allies fought across the land, tearing it, scaring it, contaminating it with their blood.
Novarodin had enough.
With great fury, Novarodin unleashed her wrath. She allowed the scarred lands to rumble and tear even more, mountains being raised as others crumbled. She moved the waters to swell and travel across the oceans to flood the lands. Covering the skies with clouds, she rolled in the terrible storms to crash and resound with lightning and thunder. Disasters ravaged the planet with vengeance and hatred much deeper than any heart could contain.
To soothe Novarodin’s anger and compensate for their selfishness and foolishness, one single race sacrificed themselves for the sake of their allies. Their lives would heal the land and return it to its previous state before the wars. In so doing, they hoped that Novarodin would cease in her onslaught and that their sacrifice would be a reminder for everyone that war causes far more harm than healing.
Novarodin was not appeased.
The world continued in her grief and her anger, enraged that such a sacrifice was done. The storms increased with fervor, the surface cracked and came with eruptions, and the oceans flooded continents for years. Novarodin forced her own children into the corners of the world, never ceasing, never calmed, and without regret.
Ashamed for what they had instigated, the gods reached out upon the willfully dying and saved one of them. A child, an infant, a newborn. They blessed the child with immortality and power over all the elements of Novarodin. It was their hope that the child would be an example to his kind’s sacrifice, a living apology of the gods, and could one day calm Novarodin’s anger. This child was put into a deep sleep though, for fear that others would corrupt him before he could purify their world. As his existence drifts into legends and tales, others search for him, escaping into the lands of chaos and death in order to find salvation. Or to overthrow Novarodin and bring her under their iron fist. The search has never ceased even with the loss and the risks.
After all the searching and the passing of six thousand years, the seal finally breaks.
The Forbidden Child has awakened.
The Beginning...
Clouds covered the skies, teasing those below with possible rain and making others tremble with lightning strikes. The wind was calm but those who lived on the Haven of Hart knew that could change very quickly. It just took the smallest scent of rain or the faintest flash of lightning to force all residents to rush inside their homes for safety. All the more reason to be alert today with the air noticeably warmer than normal.
The many white oaks turned grey because of the shadowed skies, nearly enough to keep the peron laying in the tree asleep.
The girl was at least in her late teens, lean with pale golden hair parted to the left side with the rest in a ponytail, the strands getting lighter near the ends. She wore a dark blue sleeveless turtleneck with a white pointed vest with azure and golden lining, held down by an azure sash. Her lower arms had dark blue belted azure gauntlets that matched her ankle high boots that kept her dark blue pants tucked in.
The branch she lay on was large enough to hold her weight and the emerald leaves above provided cover from rain should it come pouring down. Her eyes closed tightly before fluttering open, her light green eyes focusing in on the leaves above as she took a huge breath, smelling the static in the air.
Sighing, she moved into a comfortable position, her eyes closing in annoyance. “…I hate this place.”
Letting her words hang there, knowing she wouldn’t be heard, she looked up into the sky. “Same thing day in and day out. Wake up at dawn, work for the community, eat to keep up strength, get the guards breathing down our necks for even thinking about going outside the boundaries. Hear a long lecture from the bastards for even considering leaving the grace of the viceroy’s protection. Gods, I’m so sick of it.”
Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
Growling even more, she turned her head to the source. “d**n that bell, what the hell is that SOB asking for now?” she swung her legs to the side of the branch. “I better get going or else get my ear lectured off. Might be a good thing being deaf though…” She jumped down from the tree, leaping from branch to branch before settling on the ground, the moist grass getting indented from her boots. The difference in height caught her off guard for a moment but she steadied.
Griping one more time, the young woman began walking towards the center of the Haven of Hart, the Solitary Haven.
His kind was one of the most prosperous and the most widely feared. Kingdoms that challenged them fell and kingdoms that aligned with them shared in peace and prosperity. The era before his birth was a Golden one. All living creatures of Novarodin came together in fellowship and ruled equally, sharing in all they could offer to each other. Novarodin let peace reign over her lands and her skies remained clear with the future bright.
But it was never meant to last.
The gods became jealous of the prosperity and slowly seeded their thoughts into the people. Vendettas spawned from small arguments, violence born from hatred, and war resulting for all. The allies fought across the land, tearing it, scaring it, contaminating it with their blood.
Novarodin had enough.
With great fury, Novarodin unleashed her wrath. She allowed the scarred lands to rumble and tear even more, mountains being raised as others crumbled. She moved the waters to swell and travel across the oceans to flood the lands. Covering the skies with clouds, she rolled in the terrible storms to crash and resound with lightning and thunder. Disasters ravaged the planet with vengeance and hatred much deeper than any heart could contain.
To soothe Novarodin’s anger and compensate for their selfishness and foolishness, one single race sacrificed themselves for the sake of their allies. Their lives would heal the land and return it to its previous state before the wars. In so doing, they hoped that Novarodin would cease in her onslaught and that their sacrifice would be a reminder for everyone that war causes far more harm than healing.
Novarodin was not appeased.
The world continued in her grief and her anger, enraged that such a sacrifice was done. The storms increased with fervor, the surface cracked and came with eruptions, and the oceans flooded continents for years. Novarodin forced her own children into the corners of the world, never ceasing, never calmed, and without regret.
Ashamed for what they had instigated, the gods reached out upon the willfully dying and saved one of them. A child, an infant, a newborn. They blessed the child with immortality and power over all the elements of Novarodin. It was their hope that the child would be an example to his kind’s sacrifice, a living apology of the gods, and could one day calm Novarodin’s anger. This child was put into a deep sleep though, for fear that others would corrupt him before he could purify their world. As his existence drifts into legends and tales, others search for him, escaping into the lands of chaos and death in order to find salvation. Or to overthrow Novarodin and bring her under their iron fist. The search has never ceased even with the loss and the risks.
After all the searching and the passing of six thousand years, the seal finally breaks.
The Forbidden Child has awakened.
The Beginning...
Clouds covered the skies, teasing those below with possible rain and making others tremble with lightning strikes. The wind was calm but those who lived on the Haven of Hart knew that could change very quickly. It just took the smallest scent of rain or the faintest flash of lightning to force all residents to rush inside their homes for safety. All the more reason to be alert today with the air noticeably warmer than normal.
The many white oaks turned grey because of the shadowed skies, nearly enough to keep the peron laying in the tree asleep.
The girl was at least in her late teens, lean with pale golden hair parted to the left side with the rest in a ponytail, the strands getting lighter near the ends. She wore a dark blue sleeveless turtleneck with a white pointed vest with azure and golden lining, held down by an azure sash. Her lower arms had dark blue belted azure gauntlets that matched her ankle high boots that kept her dark blue pants tucked in.
The branch she lay on was large enough to hold her weight and the emerald leaves above provided cover from rain should it come pouring down. Her eyes closed tightly before fluttering open, her light green eyes focusing in on the leaves above as she took a huge breath, smelling the static in the air.
Sighing, she moved into a comfortable position, her eyes closing in annoyance. “…I hate this place.”
Letting her words hang there, knowing she wouldn’t be heard, she looked up into the sky. “Same thing day in and day out. Wake up at dawn, work for the community, eat to keep up strength, get the guards breathing down our necks for even thinking about going outside the boundaries. Hear a long lecture from the bastards for even considering leaving the grace of the viceroy’s protection. Gods, I’m so sick of it.”
Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
Growling even more, she turned her head to the source. “d**n that bell, what the hell is that SOB asking for now?” she swung her legs to the side of the branch. “I better get going or else get my ear lectured off. Might be a good thing being deaf though…” She jumped down from the tree, leaping from branch to branch before settling on the ground, the moist grass getting indented from her boots. The difference in height caught her off guard for a moment but she steadied.
Griping one more time, the young woman began walking towards the center of the Haven of Hart, the Solitary Haven.