FORWARD - THE RESOLUTION
As it was said before long ago, in the land of the people who knew of the things to come…
The trees used to speak to them, to the people who knew. These spoken words were of the things to come, of the true speak. The true speak was held on the tongues of the elders that lived and died with their ideas, and the ideas were that of the life they lived. Young children were taught to fear the forests of the talking trees, of the animals whom could move upon their own will and content. The animals sought to kill for own pleasing and meal. The children were taught the way of the mind, how to use the aspects of their eyes and not their fists. The elders were wise men, and brought themselves around to see all that true earth could provide them with.
The people of these towns, and the area surrounding them, were brought up to believe that a power vested in each and every one of them kept them sacred from the beasts that would put them in harms ways. The people were led in an egalitarian way, brought about by men, who called themselves The Higher. The Higher always met with vigilance, determining henceforth what would be best and or better for themselves and the people. The business that is done by The Higher is considered to be the best in the towns, and between the lands.
As of the lands, there are Nine.
Nine lands scattered across a stereoscopic ether, of the True Earth. The Lands were known before the teachings of old to be sacred, and the teachings of old were known to be messages to God. These teachings varied throughout the lands, and the lands tore through the years; treachery and undivided malice rippled unto each one.
The Land of Emium was the Birthplace of the Kha, as so it would have been in the year of 3171 N.D., the Kha became The Nyundra. This was a terrible choice by the people, because The Nyundra was a war pig. He raged his armies through the Northlands, and wiped out populations that were essential to the survival of the land. His armied then turned on his own kingdom for the riches and the gold, and so the leader fled. The Nyundra died eventually, and the throne of Emium with him, securing the Nine lands into a virulent spiral of madness.
The Lands surviving trained their young into the practice of the lands.
And the lands trained themselves into the practice of killing the people that belonged unto it. The people dropped like mayflies, skin parasites, wiped out by a plague carried by an underthought being. The True Earth carried its secrets with it, and carried the secrets that blew the winds with the voices of the Madness.
Not Many men knew what the Madness was, and they seek not to find it. The Madness was said to be a vision carried by a flower, a single lone Rose, brought about by a wished upon star. Wishes were seldom waned on, and the waxing thought of striking the deal of the Rose died with the people who practiced it. But it was said to have caused murder in the minds of the user, and the user was said to have jumped from their own mind to another. The minds of those who use the Rose, turn to dreaming of a state that they believe they owned a piece of True Earth.
A piece of the True Earth would be imagination, or what some people call a state of delusion, and fluent insanity. Many people sought out to find the Scrolls of the Last Nights, and they read as pondered on papers that flew on the eyes as devilish as the day they were written. The Scrolls were never meant to be written, they were accidental; the readers thumb through them to see what they might tell them about the ancient reminiscing’s of their people. A certain Land fell victim to the reading of a Scroll during the Age of the Ice in olden day, when a Wizard by the name of Uriel, broke the unseen nakedness of a certain scroll. Its wrath unclenched and wrought fletched fire amongst the people of the towns. The wizard was never seen again, and the lands banished any other sources of magic from themselves.
Wizards are rarities, and they are hard to come by in this day and age. The Wizarding race has lost what has been known as the pure blood line, and made it a mudded sort. But one race has known to have stuck true to its roots and never strayed away from what it has done for thousands of years.
The Shadow Lords.
Little is known of the race of the Shadow Lords other than the fact that they live in a part of the Land where the ruins of the Great Nexus was, thousands of moons ago. These moons would rise to show pillars of great structure, and plains carved into stones, obelisks that towered about the cities that scattered across the Great Land known as Imphurius. The monolithic stature of the Nexus was one never matched by any other city, or by another Land for that matter. But it was said that the king that ruled the land cursed the peoples, and the Land itself with it. Imphurius was long gone after the 3rd age of men rose to power in the West Lands, the Island Kingdoms.
Usually, people would ship the goods from all around the True Earth into Imphurius, and watch as the cities prospered and grew into the Utopias they were. Then there were the wars, the dreaded skirmishes that scratched open the clean surface of what was once said to be an impenetrable rule among the kings. As for the Shadow Lords, they were a mysterious group of Gunslingers, a northern folk that stayed abroad, almost like a nomadic presence to keep the people thinking that they could and would be safe to some degrees. They were seldom seen, and those who did see them usually did for the wrong reasons; doing so, they had a certain type of ancient code that they followed that kept true to the True Earth.
Most of the People that held the power of the True Earth were the Elven, or the Nyumphus. The Elven class of people held in them a vested power that allowed them healing, and above all, to speak through the animals, and the trees. The Trees they say, had a Life Blood that would allow healing to be done to anyone who touched them. A certain hand could be altered upon it like an ancient Rhythmic Chanting Stone, and prayers of old be uttered ‘till the silence starts to grow in the forest. The Forests would surround the Elves like flies on bodies, and the Elves enjoyed this silence, like a Dog enjoys it’s master. Elven races are common in the Southern lands, and they live around thick brush, and out closer to the Mountains, because the Dwarven race of Bemians are extinct.
The Edge Earth is what is said to be the “End of the Earth.”
It divides the True Earth from the “Plane of the Unknown.” The angels are said to be housed in this ethereal biome, but nobody has ever proven this false hypothesis. The Shadow Lords have tried to venture into this unknown area of life, but the storms kept them, and so they reared their ships and left for home. Even though the Shadow Lords left many things unresolved, there is one thing that is for sure. The people hate each other now, and more than ever. Elves are hated more than anyone else, and are commited to crimes in 6 of the 9 lands, just for being there. Black hair and the ears, the ears that could hear for miles. But these people were peaceful, so they kept to themselves. These weren't really the ones that you had to worry about, for it was the ones with the guns. Guns were illegal, and after the Great War, people avoided them at all costs.
But back to the Edge Earth, it was said that a wish was granted to anyone who could make it to the Edge. The men who tried always vanished, and no wishes had been made. But the fantasy was always there, sitting and waiting like it had never happened.
It seems that the mysteries of this True Earth have had more to offer than supposed studies of the Scrolls can give, and this is just one of the mysteries left for one of those “nomadic types” to study.