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When the blood moon shows up... Blood Rain is near...
Joined: Jan 2008 Gender: Male  Posts: 11 Location: sitting Karma: 0 |  | Plot « Thread Started on Jan 13, 2008, 3:08pm » | |
In a time of chaos, the mythological creatures were put in danger, and so they came together to keep their blood line safe. The feudal government system called for their extinction. Most were found, and burned. But these beings were stubborn and they didn't give up. A few years later the king at that time located their hideout from an inside traitor. He himself went there with his entire army, and attempted to kill all of them. War broke out. For 20 to 30 long years, while sending the strongest boys from ages 13 to 70 or 80 into battle. While that was going on outside the war inside the werewolves, demons, vampires, elves, and other mythological creatures of the night felt that they were winning. but were they had hidden some years earlier, had a monster living inside it. Fire erupted from the depths of a cave nearby, a deadly black fire separating the enemies to their own sides of the battle field. None dared to move unless the mystery creature was done. It wasn't. They had awoken a very old, magic. The fire belonged to the ghosts of the fallen, and old mages that died when the land was still young. They had been chanting, some thing that sounded like "Kill. Kill. Kill." Over and over again. The king who had originally raged war, darted forward, as if seeing not ghosts, but a calvary of his own men. He had this triumphant look on his face. Then once he was too close, he was ripped to shreds by the air of the dead. His head had mysteriously been ripped from his body, and the rest of it devoured by the black flames, leaving no trace. The war ended and all the creatures went their own ways.
Now centuries later the races that still survived have learned of the mysterious dark past that had driven them away from the rest of the world, war would break out once again. But this time is was the Gods over head, angry with them. And the mortal beings on the ground. The gods are sending lightning down on everything, turning it into a barren wasteland, like the rogue territory. They had no mercy for the souls of mortals. They called on the angel of death to choose a side. Because he was a being of myth, he too was in danger. He choose his own side. Then was banished to hell, leaving his powers to reside in each and every one of the other night beings. The Gods grew even angrier, and released their old power again. The Black Flame exists. Now even stronger than before.
Every being is in danger, even you. The question is this, will you make a difference in the world of Eternal Darkness? Or perish like so many before you? There's no turning back now. The choice is yours.
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