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Post by Redcat on Aug 21, 2010 9:27:05 GMT -7
The avatars of the elements, Life, Death, Air, Water, and Fire, were just that. Avatars. Every appropriate life span for their form, they would shed it, and take another. The centuries that had passed since the disagreement, had passed in a blur for the elements, causing harsh feelings between the six, to grow and magnify to massive proportions. Water and Air sided with Death, while Fire and Earth sided with Life. As time passed, as it does well, Life continued it's job, bringing a heartbeat to the planet itself. Death, it it's spite, cut down everything Life created. Life, despairing at all the sadness that touched the world, called a peace between the immortals. A beseeching call. All came, bitter or not, to the sounder of the call. The truce was held, and a proposition laid at the feet of the avatars.
To keep them out from each others feet, there would be a time and place for all of them. It would keep the peace, and no more tears should be shed over the feeling. Life, would have the first set, which would later be called spring. Life would last through summer, and that is where Earth and Fire would join Life. From there it would travel into fall, in which Wind would rule, and then Winter, which would be shared by Water, Death, and Wind. It was agreed upon, abiet, reluctantly by Death, but agreed upon none the less. Life also stated, that while Death could not out right take a healthy living creature without reason, sickness and injury could come into it. Just as long as the living creature was given a chance to heal, as well. Another agreement was also struck at that meeting, brought up by Fire. All their abilities, their powers, could be used devastatingly, to hurt, kill, and maim other living creatures. They agreed that the powers would not be passed down to the mortal creatures. They could do horrid things with such abilities. Life, was wounded by this, for as much as Life was compassionate for it's children, Life had to admit, that they were rash, with great potential for destruction. It was agreed. They themselves, would keep their powers, for all time.
As time passed, in great arcs as it does for immortals, the mortals grew, and shrank, grew again, evolved, lived, loved, and died. Tragedies happened, miracles too. The life of the planet was going as it should. As it is, it was roughly two hundred years later that Death caught Earth's notice. Death was whispering into the ears of the young equines, when their dam's were not looking. Outraged, Earth went to Life, who's form was an old stallion at the time, and told the story. Life became enraged, and for once, sought out it's once comrade. Death was confronted by Life, and with a sneer upon it's lips, spoke to the angered Life about choice.Life, shocked out of anger, listened. The choice, the chance, to do good or evil. Higher thought. For, since the beginning, it had been nothing but sheep to tend, when it came to the mortals. Boredom, often gets to the best of us, and Life is no exception. Earth watched, as the two struck a deal, and then fled the glade to warn the other immortals of The Change.
In time, the immortals stepped into the wings of the stage of the planet, fading into the background, as lore and laws were forgotten or disregarded completely. The Change, as it had become known as, became the norm. Still, while it was once a solution, it became part of the problem. The alliances formed, three. The darks, the lights and the neutrals. Each alliance believing it the better and Superior, except for the neutrals, who'd rather keep out of the whole bloody mess. As the alliances grew in members, tempers flared, and threats were traded. Death, who could smell what was coming, yearned for the first blow to fall. Fall it did.
The great war, lasted for ten years, actively. None were safe, not foals, not elders, not mares nor stallions. Great armies were created, and marched forth, again and again, and again.They decimated one another with a blood lust matched only by the sorrow of the ones left to live without their loved ones. The immortals, did nothing. Though it pained all, even callous Death, to watch the cold murders, the mercy killings, the slaughters, they knew that their children must learn. It was just a pity that it took them so long to do so. Ten long years passed, and the blood began to slow, to a gush, to a trickle, to a drop. The alliances were at a stand still. All on single, shattered legs, all tired and bruised, all weeping and wounded. The great armies of long ago, no more. The stench of death coated the land, but a peace, was drawn, a tentative one, full of bad feeling and anticipation, but a peace none the less. The immortals watched the children bicker and fight among each other as they so often do, and while it makes some smile, others glower from the sooty shadows of yester year, waiting.
The stories of old, though forgotten by general populace, are still whispered within the royal blood lines, whispers, snippets, each varying from each other greatly. No true truth is remembered, but it does not stop the curious, and ambitious from yearning to know the truth.
Besides the new royal blood line, the remnants of the great armies still linger about. Beaten, bloody in mind, and not quite what they were when they left. Some still hunger for war, frightened by the unknown of the peace. Still, others seek to rise high in the hierarchy. The great armies, disbanded now for years, still often group together in herds of renegades, rebels is you will. Hunger for vengeance out weighs sensibility in most cases. Sometimes, there are those who will not let the dice land as they will.
Peace is here now, a tentative shelter of an umbrella. Though the storm has quited, thunder still rumbles, and lightening flashes a warning. How long will the clouds hold back what is to come, and how long will your shelter last? A new time and age is approaching, and a new generation will soon be born. Will they end up just as shattered as those before them? As the saying goes, those who do not learn from their past are bound to repeat the mistakes. Let us hope, that these new horses, are quick learners.
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Summary:
The six elements of the world, of Kaiya, are Air, Water, Life, Death, Fire, and Earth. They survive through avatars, of the equine version, growing and learning again and again through the years. The disagreements between Life and Death have caused strife between the six of the elements, creating a divide between them. To try and sooth the friction, Life suggested the idea of seasons, each one having a chance to do as it was supposed to do.
When free will was introduced by Life and Death, the alliances formed not soon after, and years after that, a bloody war began. When the resources of the alliances were exhausted, the elements, began to step forward again, to help rebuild the world that had been devastated by war and suffering. Still, though they all prefer to to see the world in one piece, some, are willing to tear down everything and start again to get when they want. Hidden agendas, alliances and enemies are abound on Kaiya. The avatars, by no means Gods, but still powerful in their own way, are seeking to teach the mortals again. Is it at the spirit's loss though? Royalty seeks them out, some intentions darkened by desire and ambition. The remnants of the great army are stirring, restless as a stormy sea. The storm is about to break. Ready?
- Brand New!
- High positions available
- Staff openings Soon
- Friendly members
- Four alliances to choose from
- Six elemental powers available
- A store
- Original plot
- Members have a chance to create their own sub-plots
- Semi literate to advanced accepted
- Helpful atmosphere
- Original plot
Reverse and Rebirth
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