Post by severnoss on Mar 26, 2014 20:50:40 GMT
Ages and ages hence, in a place no elf dare step again, A lonely tower reached high into the dreary sky full of ash and smog. The cladaseum was a mighty mountain spewing red rivers down it's sides like the drooling maw of the Nether. at it's peak, a mighty fortress of black glass and obsidian stone was mired in the pits of lava at the apex of the great mountain. A magic there had been harnessed by seven brothers. Elves all of them, with hearts as dark as the obsidian their mystically driven fortress was made of.
Amongst these seven brothers, one of them was darker hearted still. Sever the long-shadowed one. twas his evil ways to summon and submit to servitude droves of demons to build the black tower higher and higher still. a cannon of magical might to strike the sky and bring down the rain of everlasting darkness upon all the land.
But from this chaos and evil came a fiery light. one day as the dawn came and the moon itself came to collide it's path in eclipse, a single sprouting tree grew from the middle of the tower. from it's very base, to it's highest unfinished rampart, the grey and crimson roots plunged deep into the caldaseum, seemingly untouched by the heat and molten rock of the volcano. to the very heart of the volcano the roots clenched, driving the evil out of the mountain that had been planted there by the seven brothers.
That night, only one brother awoke. roots piercing the hearts of the six other brothers in their chambers. every demon swallowed up by the tree. sever stood and climbed his way tot eh top of the tree where the great arch-demon he had summoned to guard the place lay, his ribcage splayed outwards and his heart beating. his body limp and dead. now he was part of the tree. now the tree was part of him. Sever felt a sting in his chest, and held tightly tohis heart. it beat in rythme with the heart of the demon. the demon and the demon tree.
THE GREYWOOD.
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centuries past. the brotherhood of sever still lives. formed to take the powerful might of the greywood to other lands, that it may root out and consume the evils of the world. The HUNDRED BROTHERS where formed from the descendants of Sever.
Not so long ago, Word of ill-goings on reached the ears of Hundred Brother, Sevelius. Who with a single sapling of acacia, and the druidic knowledge to cultivate another greywood, found his way to his new home.
Three days into the growing of the greywood, Sevlius fell to his death. Taking up the mantle swiftly, another hundred brother, Severion appeared. His work brought the greywood to a full blooming tree. sadly, while fighting a mob of skeletons atop the elven city keep, an arrow found it's mark to loose his balance, and flung him to an early grave amongst the walls of the city.
THe third brother, Severnoss, the greatest Druid of the three thus far, completed the growth of the greywood and it's many chambers of magick. whether elf-kind knew or not. The druids of the Hundred brothers where here to stay.
Amongst these seven brothers, one of them was darker hearted still. Sever the long-shadowed one. twas his evil ways to summon and submit to servitude droves of demons to build the black tower higher and higher still. a cannon of magical might to strike the sky and bring down the rain of everlasting darkness upon all the land.
But from this chaos and evil came a fiery light. one day as the dawn came and the moon itself came to collide it's path in eclipse, a single sprouting tree grew from the middle of the tower. from it's very base, to it's highest unfinished rampart, the grey and crimson roots plunged deep into the caldaseum, seemingly untouched by the heat and molten rock of the volcano. to the very heart of the volcano the roots clenched, driving the evil out of the mountain that had been planted there by the seven brothers.
That night, only one brother awoke. roots piercing the hearts of the six other brothers in their chambers. every demon swallowed up by the tree. sever stood and climbed his way tot eh top of the tree where the great arch-demon he had summoned to guard the place lay, his ribcage splayed outwards and his heart beating. his body limp and dead. now he was part of the tree. now the tree was part of him. Sever felt a sting in his chest, and held tightly tohis heart. it beat in rythme with the heart of the demon. the demon and the demon tree.
THE GREYWOOD.
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centuries past. the brotherhood of sever still lives. formed to take the powerful might of the greywood to other lands, that it may root out and consume the evils of the world. The HUNDRED BROTHERS where formed from the descendants of Sever.
Not so long ago, Word of ill-goings on reached the ears of Hundred Brother, Sevelius. Who with a single sapling of acacia, and the druidic knowledge to cultivate another greywood, found his way to his new home.
Three days into the growing of the greywood, Sevlius fell to his death. Taking up the mantle swiftly, another hundred brother, Severion appeared. His work brought the greywood to a full blooming tree. sadly, while fighting a mob of skeletons atop the elven city keep, an arrow found it's mark to loose his balance, and flung him to an early grave amongst the walls of the city.
THe third brother, Severnoss, the greatest Druid of the three thus far, completed the growth of the greywood and it's many chambers of magick. whether elf-kind knew or not. The druids of the Hundred brothers where here to stay.