Post by EldeeLOVE on Oct 27, 2009 22:51:58 GMT -6
This is a true story, whether you believe it or not is up to you. Every word in this story is real, every person lives, every mountain flies, every desert dies. Every little thing exists. There are no lies, there is no falsehood. This is the truest, realest, and most unbelievable story that shall every touch your lips and that will ever brush your mind. This is the story of Decalage.
It begins with those who fled persecution.
He was a Creator, a God, who was a beginner of all things, but did not have the power to see the end of his creations. She was his love, his heart, and his only companion. From universe to universe they would stumble, building- then running from those that they gave life to.
She was close to birthing the only children she would have, but He did not have a haven in which to protect her. In their desperation they searched the furthest reaches of the existence and they found a vast dimension of nothingness- no light, dark, beginning or end. It was a blank canvas on which they could create perfection. He shaped a world, and she gave it life. When finished, the Mother settled down to give birth to her children.
Twelve Gods and Goddesses were born beneath the weeping willow. Vie, the Goddess of Life, was the oldest- and Eris, Goddess of Chaos, was the youngest. Unfortunately, from the beginning, it was obvious that the perfect peace that existed on this new world- called Decalage in memory of a world with a language of love, would not remain so forever.
Our histories no longer tell of the Mother and Father. Whatever happened to the Great Creators was, in our ancestor's belief, of no importance. What was important is our own creation. Vie gave us life, Abrafo gave us death, and the Gods and Goddesses morphed each of us into our own shape. The creation of beings for each of their own purposes caused distrust among the siblings, and their separate natures tugged them in opposite directions. In the end, the Twelve separated into three groups and each created a separate Kingdom to house their followers.
Lumiere became the Kingdom of Light to the west. In the eastern deserts loomed Fonce, the Kingdom of Dark, and in the middle rests Moyen, the Kingdom of Neutral. Since their creations the Kingdoms have lived in relative peace. All wars between them were short wars, wars of intermediate chaos. Moderate peace has been kept for the sake of commerce. Something deeper lurks in the heart of Fonce, however, and given the chance it could leap up and swallow the world.
There are, of course, other forces prohibiting the war of the world. The Court of Thieves provides daily entertainment, the School of Bards provides wisdom, and the most powerful court of the land and sea, the Pirate Court, gives Decalage something to believe in.
Magic is the core of this world. It can be found in the very air which we breathe, the sky in which we fly. You say you do believe in magic? Then- you must also believe in us.
Moyen is torn by civil war. The Government fights to uphold its neutrality, while the revolutionaries fight for justice from the raiding Foncian bands destroying border towns. The Queen and King of Fonce in turn find a rift between them and their son and daughter. The Civil War has not reached a stage of outright massacre as of yet, but a blood bath seems to be on it's way.
Fonce is taking advantage of Moyen's current state of weakness. Small groups of Foncian raiders are pillaging the border between the Dark Kingdom and the Neutral Kingdom, murdering, stealing, and destroying. The Monarchy turns a blind eye of innocence from the burning countryside.
Lumiere is torn between helping it's neutral ally and keeping Fonce in a position away from power. To give the Dark Kingdom a reason to turn on them is something none of the light-hearted want. The King, sick from an unknown illness, does nothing from his death bed.
Only the Unclaimed Lands and Untamed Lands do not seem to be bothered by the problems attacking the North. They turn blind eyes on the immorality, preferring to remain in solitude and stupidity.
# News of corruption in Lumiere is spreading as young Kadia, the Queen, is faced with a forced marriage to a man who's intentions may not be those of purity.
# A reward has been put out for the mysterious Pirate Queen by the monarchs of Fonce. While no real explanation is given, rumor says that the Pirate Queen is a traitor to the Realm of the Dark. This rumor, of course, caused quite a bit of laughter when the Piratess first heard it.
# Ambassadors from Lumiere are traveling to Fonce to renew the peace treaty between the Kingdoms. It is unknown whether the civil-war torn Moyen is making movements to join them.
It begins with those who fled persecution.
He was a Creator, a God, who was a beginner of all things, but did not have the power to see the end of his creations. She was his love, his heart, and his only companion. From universe to universe they would stumble, building- then running from those that they gave life to.
She was close to birthing the only children she would have, but He did not have a haven in which to protect her. In their desperation they searched the furthest reaches of the existence and they found a vast dimension of nothingness- no light, dark, beginning or end. It was a blank canvas on which they could create perfection. He shaped a world, and she gave it life. When finished, the Mother settled down to give birth to her children.
Twelve Gods and Goddesses were born beneath the weeping willow. Vie, the Goddess of Life, was the oldest- and Eris, Goddess of Chaos, was the youngest. Unfortunately, from the beginning, it was obvious that the perfect peace that existed on this new world- called Decalage in memory of a world with a language of love, would not remain so forever.
Our histories no longer tell of the Mother and Father. Whatever happened to the Great Creators was, in our ancestor's belief, of no importance. What was important is our own creation. Vie gave us life, Abrafo gave us death, and the Gods and Goddesses morphed each of us into our own shape. The creation of beings for each of their own purposes caused distrust among the siblings, and their separate natures tugged them in opposite directions. In the end, the Twelve separated into three groups and each created a separate Kingdom to house their followers.
Lumiere became the Kingdom of Light to the west. In the eastern deserts loomed Fonce, the Kingdom of Dark, and in the middle rests Moyen, the Kingdom of Neutral. Since their creations the Kingdoms have lived in relative peace. All wars between them were short wars, wars of intermediate chaos. Moderate peace has been kept for the sake of commerce. Something deeper lurks in the heart of Fonce, however, and given the chance it could leap up and swallow the world.
There are, of course, other forces prohibiting the war of the world. The Court of Thieves provides daily entertainment, the School of Bards provides wisdom, and the most powerful court of the land and sea, the Pirate Court, gives Decalage something to believe in.
Magic is the core of this world. It can be found in the very air which we breathe, the sky in which we fly. You say you do believe in magic? Then- you must also believe in us.
The Current State
Moyen is torn by civil war. The Government fights to uphold its neutrality, while the revolutionaries fight for justice from the raiding Foncian bands destroying border towns. The Queen and King of Fonce in turn find a rift between them and their son and daughter. The Civil War has not reached a stage of outright massacre as of yet, but a blood bath seems to be on it's way.
Fonce is taking advantage of Moyen's current state of weakness. Small groups of Foncian raiders are pillaging the border between the Dark Kingdom and the Neutral Kingdom, murdering, stealing, and destroying. The Monarchy turns a blind eye of innocence from the burning countryside.
Lumiere is torn between helping it's neutral ally and keeping Fonce in a position away from power. To give the Dark Kingdom a reason to turn on them is something none of the light-hearted want. The King, sick from an unknown illness, does nothing from his death bed.
Only the Unclaimed Lands and Untamed Lands do not seem to be bothered by the problems attacking the North. They turn blind eyes on the immorality, preferring to remain in solitude and stupidity.
Sub-Plots
# News of corruption in Lumiere is spreading as young Kadia, the Queen, is faced with a forced marriage to a man who's intentions may not be those of purity.
# A reward has been put out for the mysterious Pirate Queen by the monarchs of Fonce. While no real explanation is given, rumor says that the Pirate Queen is a traitor to the Realm of the Dark. This rumor, of course, caused quite a bit of laughter when the Piratess first heard it.
# Ambassadors from Lumiere are traveling to Fonce to renew the peace treaty between the Kingdoms. It is unknown whether the civil-war torn Moyen is making movements to join them.