Post by SnowFire on Apr 11, 2009 20:27:44 GMT -5
Humans have long forgotten the truth of the world, the real world. A world that was once filled with beings that were in the tales of old, spirits, demons, the deities of the world. Native Americans knew of the ancestors that were teachers and guardians of this plane of existence, for they were the ones that had taught of medicine and how the earth could provide all that one would need to live. How the earth was their source of everything.
But like all things their time was drawing to an end in the very place they had been born from. These beings had been born of the natural world and had protected it greatly by living simple lives and not destroying the lands. As humans grew so did problems that followed them such as disease, pollution , and war. The races were dying out quickly in this modern dawn of man, losing the land they called home and poisoned by things men had created.
The gentlest spirit of the guardian deities drifted among her people, seeing what was happening to the very ones she was to protect and provide life for. Taking pity on the gentle creatures she summoned her siblings to tell of the great despair their people were suffering from at the hand of the species known as man. So after all things had been discussed by the deities they agreed to spare these souls of the suffering and once again give them a place to call their own home.
Calling forth all their strength as one, a void was created much like the world before the humans took over. Those of the great races that had survived were taken to their new life along with some of the lesser kin animals. Though their lives were saved they mourned those that didn’t survive carving great totems that became the entrance ways to each tribe showing those the tribe mourn but kept close to their hearts. Many years have passed since then and memories of the great despair have faded back to the minds of the old. The young have long since forgotten their origins, and are slowly forgetting the tales of the great spirits. The only ones that truly remember them and what they did for their people are the elders of the tribe and the shamans that communicate on behalf of the tribe to the great guardians.
Tradition is slowly but surely fading from the hearts of the great races as some discover their hearts craving war thinking that their time to live is over and the only way for things to be pure again is through the death of all the old races that defy change. War hasn’t broken out yet but is hanging on the edge of the forest shadows, threatening those that seek to keep the old ways and those that have forgotten. The shamans and elders try passing on lessons telling how the guardians are watching from above and when needed that they can be summoned once more to grant their wisdom and gift to their people. Little has been heard though from the spirits in quite a time and now people are left to truly wonder about their world and if history is bound to repeat itself. So to find out for yourself young one, you must choose your quest in these great lands wisely for not all things are what they appear and if you choose wrong it can be your downfall.