The Beginning in the End
May 29, 2013 9:44:11 GMT -6
Post by Kitlaine Sylverstre on May 29, 2013 9:44:11 GMT -6
Five hundred years ago, these lands were ruled by an Alliance made strong by the Magic and Madmen they'd faced together. They brought peace throughout the continent with their bonds. And Mortals and Gods rejoiced at the quiet that came with peace for nearly two hundred and fifty years. The people got lazy, stopped looking within themselves for the strength to face the challenges the Gods placed in their paths and the Gods grew angry. As a test, they sent into the world a Prophet of Chaos, to see if any would stand against him. For fifty years no one did, and the world suffered. Bloodshed, violence, fires, and diseases swept the land wiping it clean of most of the Mortals who used to call it home.
But from the ashes came redemption as first one group and then another started to fight back against the Prophet. They gathered in the ruins of one of the Greatest Nations from before the Prophet and rebuilt it's capital, Corus. Tortall's flag was raised anew and people from all nations flocked to it as if to water in a desert. And the Gods began to look upon the people with kindness once more. For one hundred years the people of New Tortall fought to regain the land they once held and new Heros were born.
One hundred years ago, the people reached a stalemate with the Prophet. Both sides halted their attacks - though the borders are ever guarded - and set about rebuilding their ranks. Corus flourished with buildings and babies and the next generation began their training to hold back the darkness that the Chaos Prophet returned to the world. Society was reborn of the Generals and soldiers and the world returned to an age where the Gods' wrath was something tangible and to be feared. A new Royal Family was created and a division between those deemed 'noble' and those deemed 'commoner' once more took hold of the world. Treaties were made with other -now much smaller - countries who'd joined the war shortly before the stalemate began and Corus became the Hub of the Alliance.
Do not let the peaceful are fool you. The Prophet will return and with greater numbers soon enough, but for now, train, make Friends, create reasons to continue to fight. Welcome to New Tortall, and may the Gods always smile upon you.
But from the ashes came redemption as first one group and then another started to fight back against the Prophet. They gathered in the ruins of one of the Greatest Nations from before the Prophet and rebuilt it's capital, Corus. Tortall's flag was raised anew and people from all nations flocked to it as if to water in a desert. And the Gods began to look upon the people with kindness once more. For one hundred years the people of New Tortall fought to regain the land they once held and new Heros were born.
One hundred years ago, the people reached a stalemate with the Prophet. Both sides halted their attacks - though the borders are ever guarded - and set about rebuilding their ranks. Corus flourished with buildings and babies and the next generation began their training to hold back the darkness that the Chaos Prophet returned to the world. Society was reborn of the Generals and soldiers and the world returned to an age where the Gods' wrath was something tangible and to be feared. A new Royal Family was created and a division between those deemed 'noble' and those deemed 'commoner' once more took hold of the world. Treaties were made with other -now much smaller - countries who'd joined the war shortly before the stalemate began and Corus became the Hub of the Alliance.
Do not let the peaceful are fool you. The Prophet will return and with greater numbers soon enough, but for now, train, make Friends, create reasons to continue to fight. Welcome to New Tortall, and may the Gods always smile upon you.
