In the land of Terre A'nglis, evil if stirring. Evil in its most abhorred and terrifying form. Twilight, the God of Curruption, is awakening in the prison he was sealed in at the beginning of humanity by the other Gods for fear he would destroy their newest Children. Thousands of years later, he is awakening and his followers are intent on freeing him completely.
The Gods are still too weak to reseal Twilight's prison or kill him should he escape, so instead they choose a few Mortals to do it for them, blessing them with miraculous gifts and powers and a promise to grant their hearts' desires once they seal Twilight away.
The chosen Mortals must find each other and band together to stop Twilight, but can they forget their differences, put away their love, disown their hopes of a future, and forfeit their lives for this task? What happens when one of their chosen takes the path to free Twilight? Only you can decide the fate of Terre A'ngelis.
Omei had seen mountains lower than these misnamed Snowy Hills, great lopsided heaps of half-buried boulders, webbed with steep twisting passes. A number of those passes would have given a goat pause. You could travel three days through the lush forests and snow-covered meadows without seeing a single sign of Mortal habitation. This was the Roof of the World, a place that would soon become legendary.
She glanced at the others that crowded the rift between the mountains. All looked fearful and nervous, casting brief glances at a tall steel cage in the center of them all. No, they looked at its contents. The man in the cage caught and held Omei's eyes. She was not close enough to see the man's face, as She had wanted to, but suddenly She thought She was as close as She cared for. The prisoner was a tall man, with long, dark hair falling around his broad shoulders. He held Himself upright with one hand on the bars over His head. His clothes seemed ordinary, a cloak and coat and breeches that would not have caused comment in any farming village. But the way He wore them. The way He held Himself. Twilight was a God in every inch of Him. The cage might as well not have been there. He held Himself erect, head high, and looked over the other Deities as if They had come to do Him honor. And where ever His gaze swept, there the others fell silent, staring back in a mixture of fear and disgust.
"Did we make the right choice, Gallues?" Vexed with Herself, Omei grimaced. She shouldn't be acting like a Mortal and letting Her mindless tongue flap in the breeze. The decision was made. It had been on Her mind though. She was not so unconcerned as She wanted to be.
Galleus, the Skylord as Mortals called him, glanced at Her. "The other choices only held different risks, not lesser." The Skylord considered Her for a moment before placing a hand on Her shoulder. "We must do this, Omei. For our Children." Omei nodded, reluctantly.
The others were forming a circle around the steel cage. It was time. Omei and Galleus joined them and completed the circle. The air crackled and sparked with the combined power of Their joining. Every head was bowed, as though in prayer. Twilight stirred now, eyes growing large as He stared at His fellow Deities. As the air seemed to harden and crush the cage, Twilight threw back His head and laughed.
It was the last sound He was to make again. A mountain, taller than any other in Terre A'nglis rose from were Twilight once stood, rising farther and farther into the sky, past the clouds. The roar of the earth being up heaved was deafening to any Mortal.
Finally, the earth became silent and was still. The Deities were gone, back to their homes to rest. Some carrying the bodies of those who had used too much of their power and were now as dead as a Mortal being.[/list:u][/list:u]
"The shadow fell upon the land, and the world was cleaved stone from stone. The oceans fled, the mountains were consumed, and the lands were wrought with death. The moon was as blood and the sun was as ashes. The seas boiled, and the living envied the dead. All was scattered and all memory lost, save for one memory above all others; of those that had begun the Dark Wars."
"It shall once again come to pass that the shadow shall rise across the realm, darken every land, and there shall be neither light nor safety. Darkness shall be reborn, born once more as it was born before and shall be born again, time without end. And it that shall be born of the shadows, born of the ancient evil, shall stretch forth its hands, and the blood of the world will flow with death once more."[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
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&SAY IT WITH ME °°° � Conahoy Jackson &ALSO KNOWN AS °°° � Ceej, Priest of Balance &IN NUMBERS °°° � 24 &ISN'T IT OBVIOUS °°° � Male &GIMME SOME OF THAT °°° � Hetero
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&UNDERNEATH THE LAYERS °°° � &WHAT HAS SHAPED ME °°° � Conahoy Jackson was born to a small family with his father and his mother. His father wanted him to become a knight or paladin so they would have a son who would make him proud, though his mother wished him to have knowledge and grace in life to allow him to do what would make him happy. Once his mother died due to a disease he got no information out of, Ceej was abused daily by his father for still following his mother's wishes instead of his own. One day after reading through a book one night when his father was gone to the tavern to drink himself to sleep, Conahoy found a spell that was sought to bring back the dead in exchange for a life.
The next day he woke up covered in blood with his father's entrails splattered over the small house, seeing a grey crystal resting in a perfectly clean spot about a foot wide in diameter. His curiousity picked it up and suddenly images of the previous night flashed into his mind, throwing him into a depression of morality before a week passed and he finally decided to run away, the crystal in hand. Once he enrolled into a church that brought up rising clerics, he learned quickly and decided to find a balance between being able to fight on his own and heal others with his faith, though found that if his concentration is well enough during a fight he can do the same as a cleric, smiting an enemy with a empowered attack. Unfortunately, he hasn't been able to discover the trigger for it yet. Once he finished the training for a cleric he set off with his Book Mace in hand, the thoughts of repaying what he had done in his mind and the crystal embedded on the side of his weapon. &MY THOUGHTS °°° � He believes that Twilight was imprisoned on a faulty charge, though with the time span between now and before Ceej would fight to keep him away due to such a long incarceration.
&YES PLEASE °°° � Alot of things, though needs to be giving pleasure to get pleasure in return. &NO THANK YOU °°° � Scat, Vomit, Bathroom Play, and the like. &GUT WRENCHING °°° � He is afraid that his mother did in fact return from the grave, and doesn't want to see her due to being ashamed that she would be disappointed with her son. &ENJOYING °°° � Teaching the word of balance, making small momento's, and collecting grey gems he finds.
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&HACK & SLASH °°° � Book Mace, Destruction Spells (only has smite and shatter at the moment) &TUNE IN °°° � [i'll need to find one] &COLOR ME °°° � Red &PUPPETEER °°° � dready
what exactly should i be posting for the intro? i'm not sure what's supposed to happen and after reading your intro i found myself with too many questions to ask right away. DX
i hate my clumsy abilities... i made three drafts over the past couple of days and accidentally deleted two of them... i just got tired of posting the 12 paragraphs from memory and finished it shorter than usual. >.>
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