!4OQiBVH6rs 04/24/11(Sun)21:59 No.14710400|
Let me tell you a tale, younglings. A tale of our history.
We did not come from this world. No, the world we once called home was a land of peace and wonder, a land of light and happiness. A great Gate opened in that realm, leading to the Realm of Darkness, the land we now call home. People saw the gate, into a world alien to them, and were caught by wonder. They travelled through that gate, into these lands, and we still know the first thing they said, the first statement they made.
"Here shall be our new home. We will live on these lands, tame these beasts, and in this Darkness, find a Light of our own."
And so they did. With powerful magic, they moved thousands of their own here. They brought with them families, animals, supplies, all they would need in this new, untamed land. But the land would not grow food they could eat, and the animals withered and died. The water here was not good for them to drink, and so the families grew smaller. But one day, a great sorcerer from the Realm of Light, which still sent people and supplies to the settlers, found an Art that would save the efforts here.
He came through the Twilight Gate, with a thousand of his followers and students. He set out among the people, and as he did, the Twilight Gate shuddered--and the portal to the Realm of Light vanished.
The people, the settlers, were caught in despair. Surely, they cried, without supplies from our homeland, we will wither and die in this strange, dark land! We will starve and leave naught but our bones for the predators to pick upon!