Post by falter on Dec 19, 2006 17:45:27 GMT -5
Who will you choose?
The Beginning of Time...
Right when the world was but a newborn in the solar system, the god Larath placed upon the world's face a chunk of land. Upon this chunk of land he set several races, each earning their place upon the continent so harmony would reign. Placing himself as ruler over this land, he brought forth a name: Larthen. But every story has some sort of evil twist to it. This one is no different. Larath's brother, Zaron, watched his brother create a beautiful land while sitting back in the shadows, lusting for control of this place and all of its inhabitants. He couldn't simply do away with his brother. He would have to fight for what he lusted for. So, he did. Gathering up the only race he had under his control, he attacked his brother. The battle lasted for hundreds of years until Larath finally fell from his throne. It was then Zaron seized control, casting his shadows over the once beautiful land. The races began to suffer, the whole land thrown into chaos and slavery. No one seemed willing to stand up to this new being of power, save for one. From among the ashes rose an unexpected hero. Born of human blood, this young man rallied the races, urging them to become united against this tyrant.
The races rallied and within years, Zaron fell beneath their unity. Brin, this young hero, took the throne for himself, establishing a Council that would guide future kings of Larthen. He set boundaries for the races, ensuring there was peace amongst Larthen once more. Those who were enslaved were set free. Harmony was restored. And so the throne was passed down from father to son, occasionally a daughter, through time. Wars were fought, moments of peace came and went. But peace doesn't last forever. Another being is here to shatter it. Two brothers pitted against each other in an epic battle for control.
Entry 1:
Place: Lakewood Castle
Time: Night
Conditions: Just attacked
I am afraid this is where it all ends. The family ties of the Emerson family have been ripped apart by death and betrayal. Mother is gone, Father is gone, and my brother has made me his enemy. I am all alone now to take the throne of a country I barely know and fight against my own blood. How much can a single man take? I fear it will not be long until Larthen is torn into pieces by this struggle for power. My brother is so bold and thinks he can take Faellith by storm. We have managed to fend off his attack this time but I know it won't be long until he sends another wave of his army towards us like the ocean sends waves at the beach. I can still hear the fire from the attack burning. The window is open and I can feel the heat of it even this far away. This is a dark time, one that has befallen myself. I fear that I am not strong enough to carry Larthen through this hard time but it is my duty to try. So, that is what I will do. I hope, after this is all done, many will be able to speak my name with praise for the good job I have done in defending this land, instead of disdain for the chaos I have brought to it. Tis a pity we cannot see the future and what it holds. Perhaps then I would have some sort of hope. Or at least I would know what's coming...
Enter Larthen and Make Your Choice...[/center]