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29-04-2023, 11:21 PM
((originally posted by Sovernus Nova))
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The Mythology of Arkania's Origin
Published by House Nova
In an era long forgotten, the world was unformed.
The seasons reveled in its tapestry.
Yet an act of defiance grasped at its threads.
First came the winds, unforgivable with its howling breath.
Then came the mist, depriving all lost in its obscurity.
Lastly came the cold, before the power it wields- all are made equally subservient to its uncompromising design.
And with the tyranny of winter, came an age of adversity.
The land wailed in agony, as the frost turned its tears into ice.
The soul of the earth amputated, leaving itself barren-- unable to birth new life.
An epoch of terror had begun.
Yet dissent arose amongst the scorned and tormented souls. Within the shrouded veil, they defied its ambiguity. For what was once a dismal haze that separates their souls, became the forge that harnessed their vision. The wretched breath of imposing winds became their resolve for resilience. They devoured the essence of frost and embodied its cold embrace.
These became the First Precursors.
With the disparity of life, came death. The age of adversity became one of strife. For a will of subjugation and dominance forever marked these souls, eternally accursed by the element's visceral design that they had unwittingly personified. What was meant to connect them had severed them from each other.
The era of darkness had arisen, for man sees not light but only endless night. The dark age fostered ambition, desire and greed. A cycle of deprivation as vicious as their propensity for violence. Pilfering what little sustenance and wealth they possessed from one another, and committing acts of kinslaying too atrocious to speak of.
Frost burned in a way that fire will never attain.
But as ages passed a guiding hand unveiled itself, as a realization bore through their hallowed vessels. In a time of utter deprivation, where bloodshed could never yield harvests from frozen soil, arises a necessity to prevail over extinction. Utterly reduced to nothing but themselves, they've found the true gift of their curse.
The coldness had elevated their thoughts.
Their destructive ire turned to creation, their conflicts became one of mind. Each discovery of ideas, blossomed greater ones. Bearing the abundance of imagination in a realm of starvation. Manifesting ethereal thoughts into catalysts for survival--to convert the intangible into tangible.
With it a paradigm had unveiled itself; the elevation of wit and the principles of the mind.
As the pillars of civilization arose unhindered by the howls of the elements, what was once feared merely became a fact of life. For an adversity surpassed is no longer a fear to be relived. No longer were they shackled by the arctic regime, nor confined by the tapestry of fate.
As the light embraced the shadows, the people gaze anew at the dawning of a new era...
The realm they had finally conquered.
A name to call by its people...
Arkania~
The seasons reveled in its tapestry.
Yet an act of defiance grasped at its threads.
First came the winds, unforgivable with its howling breath.
Then came the mist, depriving all lost in its obscurity.
Lastly came the cold, before the power it wields- all are made equally subservient to its uncompromising design.
And with the tyranny of winter, came an age of adversity.
The land wailed in agony, as the frost turned its tears into ice.
The soul of the earth amputated, leaving itself barren-- unable to birth new life.
An epoch of terror had begun.
Yet dissent arose amongst the scorned and tormented souls. Within the shrouded veil, they defied its ambiguity. For what was once a dismal haze that separates their souls, became the forge that harnessed their vision. The wretched breath of imposing winds became their resolve for resilience. They devoured the essence of frost and embodied its cold embrace.
These became the First Precursors.
With the disparity of life, came death. The age of adversity became one of strife. For a will of subjugation and dominance forever marked these souls, eternally accursed by the element's visceral design that they had unwittingly personified. What was meant to connect them had severed them from each other.
The era of darkness had arisen, for man sees not light but only endless night. The dark age fostered ambition, desire and greed. A cycle of deprivation as vicious as their propensity for violence. Pilfering what little sustenance and wealth they possessed from one another, and committing acts of kinslaying too atrocious to speak of.
Frost burned in a way that fire will never attain.
But as ages passed a guiding hand unveiled itself, as a realization bore through their hallowed vessels. In a time of utter deprivation, where bloodshed could never yield harvests from frozen soil, arises a necessity to prevail over extinction. Utterly reduced to nothing but themselves, they've found the true gift of their curse.
The coldness had elevated their thoughts.
Their destructive ire turned to creation, their conflicts became one of mind. Each discovery of ideas, blossomed greater ones. Bearing the abundance of imagination in a realm of starvation. Manifesting ethereal thoughts into catalysts for survival--to convert the intangible into tangible.
With it a paradigm had unveiled itself; the elevation of wit and the principles of the mind.
As the pillars of civilization arose unhindered by the howls of the elements, what was once feared merely became a fact of life. For an adversity surpassed is no longer a fear to be relived. No longer were they shackled by the arctic regime, nor confined by the tapestry of fate.
As the light embraced the shadows, the people gaze anew at the dawning of a new era...
The realm they had finally conquered.
A name to call by its people...
Arkania~
