Post by Dezhoni' on Oct 24, 2015 4:10:18 GMT
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It was a time when men were still young in their existence. The realms still remained undiscovered and the absence of human presence presented endless possibilities for nature and its inhabitants. It was a time when animals roamed the earth freely, their territories expanding as far as the eye could see. A time when mutual respect was held for both species, a silent agreement of peace. In those times both man and creature alike were held together by one simple thing. Magick. But not as you or I know it today. No, this magick was a spiritual and its origin known as the Great Spirits. Yet, this tale does not begin with the two-legged creatures that would inevitably dominate the earth someday. They will get their glory. No, this tale begins with the resilient wolf, a rather formidable foe. A wolf that finds its place in this harsh, yet mystical land known as Isolda.
In this time the land had faced a great calamity. Many years before there were two packs that had at one time been bonded together by mutual respect and love. So great was their alliance that members could roam freely within the two packs, mother and father, sister and brother. But there came a dark day when strife broke out between the two clans. Blood was shed and many lives were lost. In their weak state both packs faced their first winters alone and without aid. Come spring you would find that only the strongest has made it out alive. What once had been two thriving packs, dominant and fierce, had now become weak and unstable. All glory was lost to them both.
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months as the blistering heat of summer approached. With it loomed the foreboding tale of famine. These times were the hardest on the creatures of Isolda, and none bare the scars of that low time as much as the wolves. Those that remained soon broke off, roaming on their own in attempt to make a way of life. Those who were too frail to go on were left behind to fate. Hearts were calloused as it became a vicious fight for survival, any means necessary to survive were taken. There are even rumors of friends turning on each other and picking out the weakest among them to eat, as food was so scarce.
Yet the dry season broke and the rains came. Soon the valleys were filled with life and the forests became a haven for their prey. So abundant was the growth that little evidence was left of the horror before. Seemingly Mother Nature's way of saying sorry for the pain she'd inflicted upon the wolves. But deep within, nothing could take away the atrocities of what had occurred during their lowest hour. The pain of what they'd lost would never ease. To this day little is known about what happened to the members of those once mighty packs. Like all great stories do, it soon became a legend. Nothing more than a bedtime story with morale. But fate forbid that something that dreadful ever occur again.
On your first account you will start out as a lone wolf. You must hunt and strive to survive in the wild regions of Isolda. Make your life's journey as you find a mate and have pups. Start a pack or join one! Your life choices will greatly affect the outcome of your character. Guided by those who have gone on before you, the Great Spirits, you will leave your mark on this earth. However, it is up to you on the legend you leave behind, whether it be one of chaos and fear or one of compassion and respect. The choice is entirely yours! Born out of chaos are we, yet destined for greatness we remain. Fate my be our end, but destiny is our choice. Welcome, my friend, to Destined.
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It was a time when men were still young in their existence. The realms still remained undiscovered and the absence of human presence presented endless possibilities for nature and its inhabitants. It was a time when animals roamed the earth freely, their territories expanding as far as the eye could see. A time when mutual respect was held for both species, a silent agreement of peace. In those times both man and creature alike were held together by one simple thing. Magick. But not as you or I know it today. No, this magick was a spiritual and its origin known as the Great Spirits. Yet, this tale does not begin with the two-legged creatures that would inevitably dominate the earth someday. They will get their glory. No, this tale begins with the resilient wolf, a rather formidable foe. A wolf that finds its place in this harsh, yet mystical land known as Isolda.
In this time the land had faced a great calamity. Many years before there were two packs that had at one time been bonded together by mutual respect and love. So great was their alliance that members could roam freely within the two packs, mother and father, sister and brother. But there came a dark day when strife broke out between the two clans. Blood was shed and many lives were lost. In their weak state both packs faced their first winters alone and without aid. Come spring you would find that only the strongest has made it out alive. What once had been two thriving packs, dominant and fierce, had now become weak and unstable. All glory was lost to them both.
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months as the blistering heat of summer approached. With it loomed the foreboding tale of famine. These times were the hardest on the creatures of Isolda, and none bare the scars of that low time as much as the wolves. Those that remained soon broke off, roaming on their own in attempt to make a way of life. Those who were too frail to go on were left behind to fate. Hearts were calloused as it became a vicious fight for survival, any means necessary to survive were taken. There are even rumors of friends turning on each other and picking out the weakest among them to eat, as food was so scarce.
Yet the dry season broke and the rains came. Soon the valleys were filled with life and the forests became a haven for their prey. So abundant was the growth that little evidence was left of the horror before. Seemingly Mother Nature's way of saying sorry for the pain she'd inflicted upon the wolves. But deep within, nothing could take away the atrocities of what had occurred during their lowest hour. The pain of what they'd lost would never ease. To this day little is known about what happened to the members of those once mighty packs. Like all great stories do, it soon became a legend. Nothing more than a bedtime story with morale. But fate forbid that something that dreadful ever occur again.
On your first account you will start out as a lone wolf. You must hunt and strive to survive in the wild regions of Isolda. Make your life's journey as you find a mate and have pups. Start a pack or join one! Your life choices will greatly affect the outcome of your character. Guided by those who have gone on before you, the Great Spirits, you will leave your mark on this earth. However, it is up to you on the legend you leave behind, whether it be one of chaos and fear or one of compassion and respect. The choice is entirely yours! Born out of chaos are we, yet destined for greatness we remain. Fate my be our end, but destiny is our choice. Welcome, my friend, to Destined.
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