Post by xxHuntressxx on Jul 19, 2007 21:23:43 GMT -5
[glow=red,14,300] + .The Beginning. + [/glow]
In the days of old, humans lived in a land where there was no disease, no fathoms, no pains, and war and other things we have come to known. The one spiritual being that became known as the Christian God, and was the head of the deities of the time had created spiritual kin to watch over these pets of his. These humans. Many of them were content to watch from there own plane of existence. Though one group, the Grigori, were the on hand shepard’s of God. Not to interfere with humans other then to lend them a guided hand without altering there true course.
One day, a new angel appeared amongst the Grigori. He proclaimed to be a messenger of God, and being as naïve and trusting as they were. They accepted him into the fold as such. Over time though, the angel would spark a strange conversation with the Grigori of the earth.
“ Give a man a fish; you have fed him for a day. Teach a man to fish; and you feed him for a lifetime “ The thinker would propose. This idea, this concept, was unconceivable at first. God had warned them not to interfere… though the Grigori group of angels had come to love the creatures like there own kin. As time went by, this notion, did not seem all that bad. What would happen if they were one day called back to heaven they thought, what if they were not there to protect them? This was the start of the end. Slowly, the angels taught there human friends acts of magic, of fighting to protect oneself against the beast of the forest. To create out of science, and to use the world about them. One day they were called to a meeting held by God himself. A warning was issued. A dark being had been unleashed by another deity, and it had to be found and contained before there perfect world was destroyed. The angels took heed and quickly returned to there post…..
…. Only to find there beloved villages destroyed. Blood stained the earth, and the weapons of protection, had been turned to that of war. The one that the rest had looked to as leader stepped forth, a look of horror in his blue eyes as the now menacing wind snapped at his long raven hair.
“ no…” He had started. The messenger appeared once more. Offering to them a way to put things right. A spell of life. Bind thy body with a spirit of the forest, and all would be right. In pain of the heart for what they had caused. He agreed to take the spell, and perform it with his 13 brethren in crime.
The spell was cast, and out of the ashes rose the demons of the earth.
The first to appear was those that had died, bound now to spirits of animals. They once more lived, though cursed by the moon, and infected with the first disease to thrive in this world. The disease of the beast.
The humans ravaged into the magic they had been taught and the scrolls they had been shown. Trying to cure the infection that was spreading like fire in the dead of summer. Trying there best, only to further alter the mutations. Experimenting on animals before there loved ones only gave rise to more demonic forces that took to the night in hiding from the light they had known.
Now the humans were slowly infusing every cell from over use of the magic they were taught. Trying over and over, spell after spell. Till they themselves became bonded with the thing called magic, once a tool. It now was part of them.
Lastly came the changelings. Some witches were slowly falling to the infection of the Were. They tried harder now, to find the cure for this disease, only to fail time after time. Experimenting on there self. Till there minds rotted, and insanity reigned. Soon forgetting who and what they originally were. Some rotting to the point of being no more then a drooling cannibalistic beast.
By the time the great God had caught wind of the insanity that was happening under his Grigori’s eyes. The damage was done. The great angel revealed himself to be the darkness that they were supposed to be vigilant for, the Grigori had failed there post, and failed humanity.
They were arrested and tried. There beloved creator furious with rage caste them out, and placed a curse upon there heads. Since they had thought that they were truly helping humanity, and had come to love them so much. There punishment was to feast upon there blood, and dine upon there life. The life of the ones they were supposed to protect and instead ruined through there naïve nature. There wings of white was tainted to black with a wave of the creators hand, to remind anyone who spotted them of there eternal sin of defiance. To further ensure they would not reveal anymore secrets to the world below, there memories were taken, and they were caste out in chains to the now cold cruel earth.
The thirteen awoke in the darkness of a garden. The garden where it had all begun, where light now never touches for the sins committed there are ever to great. The garden is there true home. Made in limbo and only the sinners of the night can locate it with the will of the Grigori. With no name to call it, the Grigori dubbed it the Garden of night. Though they prefer to reside in the real world with humanity. Though now knowing nothing of there past. Nor who they truly are besides there names, and that a great punishment had been given to them to endure. They hide away there sinful wings, and pretend to be normal Vampires since now there own curse spreads upon humanity at will. They are the ancients, the original vampires. Though they are the only ones that can produce wings of black, and can consume normal food for they are not truly dead like there infected children. ( Though they do not need food to live, they need blood since it’s part of there curse. )
The history is thus, and many have already forgotten with time the origins of the species. Though the Grigori still walk, eternally searching for the truth. …… and for there salvation.
(( Basically how I pictured all these species and such starting out, so players have a better idea of there roots. Some species though like Dragons and Fairies though I think were always around >.>;; So yeah X3 ))
In the days of old, humans lived in a land where there was no disease, no fathoms, no pains, and war and other things we have come to known. The one spiritual being that became known as the Christian God, and was the head of the deities of the time had created spiritual kin to watch over these pets of his. These humans. Many of them were content to watch from there own plane of existence. Though one group, the Grigori, were the on hand shepard’s of God. Not to interfere with humans other then to lend them a guided hand without altering there true course.
One day, a new angel appeared amongst the Grigori. He proclaimed to be a messenger of God, and being as naïve and trusting as they were. They accepted him into the fold as such. Over time though, the angel would spark a strange conversation with the Grigori of the earth.
“ Give a man a fish; you have fed him for a day. Teach a man to fish; and you feed him for a lifetime “ The thinker would propose. This idea, this concept, was unconceivable at first. God had warned them not to interfere… though the Grigori group of angels had come to love the creatures like there own kin. As time went by, this notion, did not seem all that bad. What would happen if they were one day called back to heaven they thought, what if they were not there to protect them? This was the start of the end. Slowly, the angels taught there human friends acts of magic, of fighting to protect oneself against the beast of the forest. To create out of science, and to use the world about them. One day they were called to a meeting held by God himself. A warning was issued. A dark being had been unleashed by another deity, and it had to be found and contained before there perfect world was destroyed. The angels took heed and quickly returned to there post…..
…. Only to find there beloved villages destroyed. Blood stained the earth, and the weapons of protection, had been turned to that of war. The one that the rest had looked to as leader stepped forth, a look of horror in his blue eyes as the now menacing wind snapped at his long raven hair.
“ no…” He had started. The messenger appeared once more. Offering to them a way to put things right. A spell of life. Bind thy body with a spirit of the forest, and all would be right. In pain of the heart for what they had caused. He agreed to take the spell, and perform it with his 13 brethren in crime.
The spell was cast, and out of the ashes rose the demons of the earth.
The first to appear was those that had died, bound now to spirits of animals. They once more lived, though cursed by the moon, and infected with the first disease to thrive in this world. The disease of the beast.
The humans ravaged into the magic they had been taught and the scrolls they had been shown. Trying to cure the infection that was spreading like fire in the dead of summer. Trying there best, only to further alter the mutations. Experimenting on animals before there loved ones only gave rise to more demonic forces that took to the night in hiding from the light they had known.
Now the humans were slowly infusing every cell from over use of the magic they were taught. Trying over and over, spell after spell. Till they themselves became bonded with the thing called magic, once a tool. It now was part of them.
Lastly came the changelings. Some witches were slowly falling to the infection of the Were. They tried harder now, to find the cure for this disease, only to fail time after time. Experimenting on there self. Till there minds rotted, and insanity reigned. Soon forgetting who and what they originally were. Some rotting to the point of being no more then a drooling cannibalistic beast.
By the time the great God had caught wind of the insanity that was happening under his Grigori’s eyes. The damage was done. The great angel revealed himself to be the darkness that they were supposed to be vigilant for, the Grigori had failed there post, and failed humanity.
They were arrested and tried. There beloved creator furious with rage caste them out, and placed a curse upon there heads. Since they had thought that they were truly helping humanity, and had come to love them so much. There punishment was to feast upon there blood, and dine upon there life. The life of the ones they were supposed to protect and instead ruined through there naïve nature. There wings of white was tainted to black with a wave of the creators hand, to remind anyone who spotted them of there eternal sin of defiance. To further ensure they would not reveal anymore secrets to the world below, there memories were taken, and they were caste out in chains to the now cold cruel earth.
The thirteen awoke in the darkness of a garden. The garden where it had all begun, where light now never touches for the sins committed there are ever to great. The garden is there true home. Made in limbo and only the sinners of the night can locate it with the will of the Grigori. With no name to call it, the Grigori dubbed it the Garden of night. Though they prefer to reside in the real world with humanity. Though now knowing nothing of there past. Nor who they truly are besides there names, and that a great punishment had been given to them to endure. They hide away there sinful wings, and pretend to be normal Vampires since now there own curse spreads upon humanity at will. They are the ancients, the original vampires. Though they are the only ones that can produce wings of black, and can consume normal food for they are not truly dead like there infected children. ( Though they do not need food to live, they need blood since it’s part of there curse. )
The history is thus, and many have already forgotten with time the origins of the species. Though the Grigori still walk, eternally searching for the truth. …… and for there salvation.
(( Basically how I pictured all these species and such starting out, so players have a better idea of there roots. Some species though like Dragons and Fairies though I think were always around >.>;; So yeah X3 ))