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Nov 11, 08 at 1:30am
"You...you wish to revoke your destiny? The fate all of Voran shares...the fate I shared and leapt into blindly. But now that I have seen the land beyond the moon and the darkness, I am enlightened to Voran's senseless life and demise. Perhaps I can assist you. My name is Krieger, the voice behind our studies of the storm wind in the old age; the documents your entourage has revealed. Please, tell me your name."
1. Tancuras Name: Solomon Gender: Male Age: 26 Appearance: Solomon's skin is a darker blue than that of most others, due to the constant exposure to the cold in his years of mining. He is average in height with a slender, strong build. No facial hair is apparent, though head-hair he has plenty, in a thick untamed mop blown forward and jet black in color. His eyes shine a crystal blue, very prominent against his skin. The rest of his features are small and invisible at a distance. Solomon's attire consists of ragged work clothes in grays and browns, dusty leather boots, and an elegant, long black coat to ward off the cold. Weapons: A simple, sturdy long sword and scabbard tied at his waist. Lifestyle: Solomon has been living as a miner since he was in his early teens; a harsh job, but he enjoyed it because it built character, and made everything else in life seem more valuable. He provided the foundation for everything Voran survived on. Solomon was one of the group of people who uncovered the old age structures and documents, and has strong hopes and beliefs for the survival of their world.
Nov 10, 08 at 8:02am
Voran was a dark land, harsh, unyielding and frozen in eternal night and winter by a fabled storm wind; a great entity that took everything and gave nothing. In every moment, blue moonlight lit the white blanket and ice plate atop the dark forests and mountains, through a crushing black sky. Voran was not a happy place, for Voran was a land of snow.
A mountain chain isolated the greater part of Voran with a ring; a circling barrier of giant, unscalable crystals. On the west side, where the mountains receded, was a massive protective wall, stretching across the entirety of the gap. Within the ring one could see forest wherever he stood, and human settlements where the trees ran thin.
The Wall was erected as one single and final stronghold against the evil of the outside world - the god of the cold white silence, the storm wind. A magical entity backed by the Others; an army of nightmarish spirits one thousand strong, far surpassing the only other living inhabitants of Voran. For when the storm wind blows, only the wolves remain.
To the natives of Voran, a human race, blue of skin and cold as the land they were born to, this had been the only way of life they had ever known, and they survived on it with naught a second thought. In this, their third age, they delved deep within Voran to acquire raw material with which to build their homes and tools. Surviving had soon become a task of greater ease and in that absence of instinct, other things were born. Recreational arenas to stimulate their instinctive pleasures in combat, and religion to give them hope. Hope that this age would never end, and the storm wind would repay Voran's worship with mercy.
But as the temple prayed for salvation, others fought for it. In Wolfein, Voran's largest settlement, miners excavated structures from the old age, and documents left unfinished before the storm wind buried them. A hidden experiment granting the power to fight the Others and stop the wind in it's tracks. The miners hoarded it in secret from the temple, and quickly built up a group. A resistance group, to struggle against their fate, lest their world be bound in ice and snow forever.
The storm wind was coming to mark the end of the third age.
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