Post by Kerena on Feb 11, 2009 18:29:28 GMT -5
Since before the dawn of time, there has been a Balance. Both sides of everything equal, existing in perfect harmony and creating no discord. So it has always been and so it will always be, else the Oblivion rise up and consume all, for Nature and Order require an equilibrium for their continuation. Should this Balance ever be destroyed, terrors as we have never known will be visited upon us as the Universe tears herself apart that she may start anew.
In the existence before existence, there was naught but Dark and Light, sisters and enemies, destined to be linked and opposed for all eternity. The Dark was malicious, in her writhed the want and need to destroy her sister the Light, and in the Light was a desire to heal the Dark of her hate. For many eons they contained themselves, preserving the Balance as world and stars around them came into creation and grew. They nurtured the little beings, and made life among them.
Trees and streams and mountains were made by Light, and she was happy with her beautiful land. Dark chose her realm to be below the earth, and created caves and volcanoes and deep dark dwelling places away from the Light. The sisters began to populate their dominions with beings of all sorts, and were happy with their work. After a time, however, Dark became jealous of her sister Light’s land and creatures, and a poisonous destruction festered in her.
Light made many creatures in her fantastical design, small creatures of joy and love to spread her happiness upon this new world. And Dark saw this, and in her spite made horrible beings of hate and rage, and sent them forth to kill the beings her sister created.
Light saw her sister’s tricks and knew she could not leave her new creations unarmed, so gave them swift feet and strong legs, that they may run and save themselves. Dark was not so easily thwarted, however, and gave her own children wings and talons to catch their prey.
Angered at her sister’s malice, Light created new beings to protect her creatures, and gave them weapons and nimble fingers and minds with which to use them.
Upon seeing this, glee rose in Dark, for now that her sister had given permission for her beings to kill, a war must start. This would be an everlasting war, until the end of all things, for now Light must struggle against the Dark for survival, and Dark must do the same; and now both sisters prepared their creations for an eternity of war.
For many eons the war remained quiet, a simple circle of life and death, creation and destruction, and all remained in Balance. A few short centuries ago, however, something tipped in the scales, and the Balance leaned in favor of the Dark. The Great War began, and surging armies of terror and malice flew forth, blocked the light from the sky and plunged the beings of light into a horrible darkness. Dark urged them forth, reveling in her sister’s destruction, and Light grew angry at her sister’s boldness. She came forth with her own soldiers of righteousness and terrible beauty, she herself leading them, wielding weapons drawn of the earth, shaped with the fire, strengthened by the water and tested by the wind, and drove back the darkness to her caves. She continued forward still, crushing her sister and her beings of cruelty, smothering them in herself.
And so the Light vanquished the Dark, but in doing so destroyed herself as well, for a great sorrow rose in her at the death of her sister, and she faded out of existence as well, and thus the Balance was kept.
Light left her glorious weapons to the few who stood by her side - magnificent queens, righteous, proud and just, who ruled the races for many eons before they too, lay themselves down and gave up their weapons, which fell back into the earth from which they had sprung, to be called upon again in a time of need.
Now we live in absence of the terrible dark which plagued the world, but too we live without the glorious light which conquered it. So you see, all must be in balance, a good for every evil, a wrong for every right, and should the balance tip in the favor of evil again, we have no Light left to save us from it. Now, scurry home and clean the mess you made and mend the doll you broke, and keep in your heart that there are always men of malice about, so you must keep the scales on the side of good by being righteous yourself.
- Yevva, the Storyteller
For centuries after the Great War, the Balance of Arcynica remained undisturbed, but a few years ago, the alliances of dark once again bonded together and began slowly tipping the scale. Fearing another Great War, the gods began attempting to level out the scales by blessing the races with magic and wisdom, but their efforts weren’t enough and the dark races rose again, devouring the land of light just as they had before. Determined not to allow their victory, the gods brought forth the ancient weapons used by the Light herself those eons ago- timeless swords, arrows, axes and tridents, and bestowed them upon several individuals they deemed trustworthy. The weapons evened out the Balance slightly, and with the help of the new queens, the races of light triumphed once again.
But the end of the Second War was not the end of evil; the survivors and followers of the dark races still threatened, and the new queens formed an army to find them and protect their victims - the Seraphims.
In retaliation, the dark refugees organized themselves and brought about the Deveas, whose sole purpose kill the Seraphims. Now a smaller, quieter, but no less deadly war continues on, and the Balance remains stable - for the time being.
In the existence before existence, there was naught but Dark and Light, sisters and enemies, destined to be linked and opposed for all eternity. The Dark was malicious, in her writhed the want and need to destroy her sister the Light, and in the Light was a desire to heal the Dark of her hate. For many eons they contained themselves, preserving the Balance as world and stars around them came into creation and grew. They nurtured the little beings, and made life among them.
Trees and streams and mountains were made by Light, and she was happy with her beautiful land. Dark chose her realm to be below the earth, and created caves and volcanoes and deep dark dwelling places away from the Light. The sisters began to populate their dominions with beings of all sorts, and were happy with their work. After a time, however, Dark became jealous of her sister Light’s land and creatures, and a poisonous destruction festered in her.
Light made many creatures in her fantastical design, small creatures of joy and love to spread her happiness upon this new world. And Dark saw this, and in her spite made horrible beings of hate and rage, and sent them forth to kill the beings her sister created.
Light saw her sister’s tricks and knew she could not leave her new creations unarmed, so gave them swift feet and strong legs, that they may run and save themselves. Dark was not so easily thwarted, however, and gave her own children wings and talons to catch their prey.
Angered at her sister’s malice, Light created new beings to protect her creatures, and gave them weapons and nimble fingers and minds with which to use them.
Upon seeing this, glee rose in Dark, for now that her sister had given permission for her beings to kill, a war must start. This would be an everlasting war, until the end of all things, for now Light must struggle against the Dark for survival, and Dark must do the same; and now both sisters prepared their creations for an eternity of war.
For many eons the war remained quiet, a simple circle of life and death, creation and destruction, and all remained in Balance. A few short centuries ago, however, something tipped in the scales, and the Balance leaned in favor of the Dark. The Great War began, and surging armies of terror and malice flew forth, blocked the light from the sky and plunged the beings of light into a horrible darkness. Dark urged them forth, reveling in her sister’s destruction, and Light grew angry at her sister’s boldness. She came forth with her own soldiers of righteousness and terrible beauty, she herself leading them, wielding weapons drawn of the earth, shaped with the fire, strengthened by the water and tested by the wind, and drove back the darkness to her caves. She continued forward still, crushing her sister and her beings of cruelty, smothering them in herself.
And so the Light vanquished the Dark, but in doing so destroyed herself as well, for a great sorrow rose in her at the death of her sister, and she faded out of existence as well, and thus the Balance was kept.
Light left her glorious weapons to the few who stood by her side - magnificent queens, righteous, proud and just, who ruled the races for many eons before they too, lay themselves down and gave up their weapons, which fell back into the earth from which they had sprung, to be called upon again in a time of need.
Now we live in absence of the terrible dark which plagued the world, but too we live without the glorious light which conquered it. So you see, all must be in balance, a good for every evil, a wrong for every right, and should the balance tip in the favor of evil again, we have no Light left to save us from it. Now, scurry home and clean the mess you made and mend the doll you broke, and keep in your heart that there are always men of malice about, so you must keep the scales on the side of good by being righteous yourself.
- Yevva, the Storyteller
For centuries after the Great War, the Balance of Arcynica remained undisturbed, but a few years ago, the alliances of dark once again bonded together and began slowly tipping the scale. Fearing another Great War, the gods began attempting to level out the scales by blessing the races with magic and wisdom, but their efforts weren’t enough and the dark races rose again, devouring the land of light just as they had before. Determined not to allow their victory, the gods brought forth the ancient weapons used by the Light herself those eons ago- timeless swords, arrows, axes and tridents, and bestowed them upon several individuals they deemed trustworthy. The weapons evened out the Balance slightly, and with the help of the new queens, the races of light triumphed once again.
But the end of the Second War was not the end of evil; the survivors and followers of the dark races still threatened, and the new queens formed an army to find them and protect their victims - the Seraphims.
In retaliation, the dark refugees organized themselves and brought about the Deveas, whose sole purpose kill the Seraphims. Now a smaller, quieter, but no less deadly war continues on, and the Balance remains stable - for the time being.