[spoiler]I decided to do a reset of sorts, some major things will be kept, only characters of course.[/spoiler] | [spoiler]Music: https://invidious.site/watch?v=EAyW7wM8z9I[/spoiler] | ———————————————————————————————————— | [b][i]”Well things have just went from bad to worse. Silas is dead, we’ve all been tricked. The timeline is shattered, which adds a whole host of problems. The war was all one big death trap. Someone was trying to gain power from us, and I don’t know who. From this point forwards these messages will no longer be addressed to one person.”[/b][/i] Sincerely, Ł | ———————————————————————————————————— | ———————————————————————————————————— | [b][i]The Fall[/b][/i] | ———————————————————————————————————— | ———————————————————————————————————— | Fractured lines, broken mirrors, crushed dreams, ashen whispers. Seek these things forevermore. Such was the oath taken by scholars, to seek higher things. Some were said to have lined their brains with eyes, others sought higher truths. Both ideologies failed, united under one common flaw, fear. Their fear kept them back, they kept themselves closed from the world. | What is knowledge without a drive to explore? A drive to push the boundaries of what is possible, of what can be seen. The scholars of Xiel saw such flaws and pushed themselves to go beyond them. They sought true knowledge, true sight, to see how higher beings see. O how wrong they were, how foolish they were to tamper with order. Their hubris blinded them, made them weak. They were sent falling from the highest mountains and into the dark depths below. | Remnants of their knowledge lives on, mortal beings only pay attention to your work once your dead. Is that not the case with all things? ———————————————————————————————————— | ———————————————————————————————————— | [b][i]Et mors victoria[/b][/i] | ———————————————————————————————————— | }{Ierth, Northern Xiel, South of Offtopic}{ | Proud scholars worked in this hidden library by the sea. Roped in vines and surrounded by trees, such was the beauty of Mortundis. Theirs is the hidden library, the fountain of knowledge. Such is their birthright, their legacy, and their worth. The Sixth Generation rebuilt the library from the ground up. Governing bodies from the capital came to visit this sanctuary of knowledge. The head scholars welcomed them with open arms. Such was the monthly routine of this library, until [i]it[/i] happened. The plague, the Wormscourge, it devoured the mind and corrupted the body. None were safe from it’s wrath, except the scholars. They took up arms against the plague, most of them perished in the ensuing bloodshed. | ———————————————————————————————————— | The bright and shining capital was gone, those that survived hid in the caves by the sea. They prayed to the higher beings, ones of brawn and ones of mind. Others prayed to the higher beings that controlled the water, that they may deliver their servants to their domains. Some called these worshipers defiant of natural order, others embraced the possibility of salvation. Those that worshiped the higher beings of the seas heard the siren songs of such things. There is no amount of worship, no amount of petitions or pleas that could change this civilization. Change had to be done by way of force, yet now the people lived in darkness, cowering in fear. | They longed for someone to rescue them from their sorrow, and from their pain. Their cries would not fall on deaf ears, no, these gods would answer in due time. | ———————————————————————————————————— | [spoiler] | The RP | Goal: Travel to Xiel | Side Goal: Help the people of Ierth | Hidden Goal: Locate the source of the siren song | Starting location: any beach or dock | Gear: Whatever you have | Note: if you do not have a boat one shall be provided to you | [/spoiler] | ————————————————————————————————————