Post by Rook on Mar 6, 2008 0:49:40 GMT -5
This thread has everything you need to know about the general dynamics of the world, after reading this please take a look at the Rules to know more about the game itself.
The Story
In the world of Catori, parallel to our own, animals that talk, walk on two legs, and wear clothing replace humans as the dominant species. In this world humans have never existed, but similar conflicts and conquests appear with each rising of the sun.
St. Lucent towers over the freezing Teagan Sea, the only settlement for miles around that dares to confront the brutal cold and raging winds that kill nearly everything in their path. Only Taegan fish and a small number of well adapted plants and animals dwell here in silence, feeding and being fed on by the race that peoples this world--the Furres.
---
St. Lucent's people have adapted every aspect of their lifestyle, to suit the harsh conditions of the island.
An invaluable port of trade, the modern-day St. Lucent is diverse and metropolitan, a melting pot of new schemes and ideals the world has never seen before, such as hover technology, mechanical and chemical body enhancement, true freedom of speech and acceptance toward those who choose to mate outside their own species.
---
One hundred years ago, the dragon, St. Dwight Lucent, along with his partners worked to establish control of the island, and to make this city the most progressive existence for it's people since Atlantis was lost. They desired a civilization that valued learning and peace amidst the violence and turmoil of Julia and the other nations of Catori. In the isolation of the frozen sea, they saw potential for paradise.
The dragon was a genius and a true idealist, The Gates, especially were his greatest invention, they are living things in the skins of stone and metal protecting the city from the worst of the elements, the terrible monsoon seasons and all outward forces that They considered a threat to their well being.
The citizens, despite having lived on their island for a full seven years were still ignorant to all the secrets it possessed, as well as it's true name. Dwight Lucent himself was set to reveal all of these to the public, until one winter day he vanished without a trace.
With it's name and it's secrets lost to wherever Dwight had been spirited, the island, or more specifically, The towering Gates, seemed to lash out at the people that They had once sheltered.
The city fell to pandemonium, a complete loss of access to the outside world devastated it's food supply and control.
It has suffered scars it still bares traces of today. As money was lost, between old families, hatred was born, out of desperation and a topple of balance advanced organized crime rose up from the crevices and convinced the public that only they could reinstate some semblance of order.
The Gates which had been built to serve the city closed completely on their own accord to all outside sources, leaving Trade ruined and evacuation nearly impossible.
---
But some refused to lay down and die. Lucent's old partners formed a Guild to replace the law that had been so easily shaken out of balance, The Guild alone had access to Lucent's notes and taught themselves the secrets of the Gates, the truth of their nature. They taught themselves to open their minds to the Gates' desires and tap into knowledge they could never have known otherwise.
They forced the Gates to open and welcome in resources, they gathered and trained followers, striking out into the city and protecting those who needed protecting, crushing rebellions, putting out fires and restoring order to a fledgling nation that had all but fallen to chaos.
The public recognized the Hour Glass Guild as their protectors and leaders, and as the vestiges of panic faded they began to call them their Angels, the Guardian Angels of St. Lucent.
Despite recovering the notes, the Hour Glass Guild could not find the island's true name and elected to create an appropriate stand in to appease the Gates until they could find it. Christening the city St. Lucent after their lost martyr, the Hour Glass Guild ruled forcefully but fairly for twenty years.
But this did not last.
People began to protest that the ideals of freedom and peace Lucent himself had advocated were being crushed by the public's slowly increasing dependency on the violent, militant Angels.
Recognizing that Lucent had always meant his city to be a republic ,the Elder Angels, or Seraphim, appointed a Council of elected peers to rule the judicial branch, and took it upon themselves to control the executive branch, becoming the one lawful, military force of St. Lucent as the Council became the one democratic force,.
The Angels disappeared into their secrecy, deciding to close their doors and only welcome in a select few to the Gates's secrets.
---
The number of those chosen by the Gates to be Angels has dwindled, but their standards remain the same, rigorous training and a ritual of sacrifice to name only a few.
Though things have settled uneasily in St. Lucent over the last fifty years, a disquiet still lingers. Prejudice for hybrid and pure breed or fowen Furres still abounds.
Fights between old clans and families, jaded by un answered deals, rage. Denied rights by the Council's hypocrisy and careless spending, rebels pack together and whisper of anarchy in the Eastern alleys.
And the Council, as a response to the outcries have grown increasingly fierce, their force and infamy beginning to rival the Angels themselves, with nothing to stop them from taking complete control.
The Gates have been the cause of more and more accidents over the past three years, closing randomly and frequently once again. These incidents are growing more and more frequent and people are beginning to talk.
With ridiculous laws being instated on a daily basis and the Council shifting the public's' faith in the Gate's themselves, the coldest winter that they have yet to know descends on them and the search for the island's true name becomes not only a quest for the right to live here, but for their very survival.
The Story
In the world of Catori, parallel to our own, animals that talk, walk on two legs, and wear clothing replace humans as the dominant species. In this world humans have never existed, but similar conflicts and conquests appear with each rising of the sun.
St. Lucent towers over the freezing Teagan Sea, the only settlement for miles around that dares to confront the brutal cold and raging winds that kill nearly everything in their path. Only Taegan fish and a small number of well adapted plants and animals dwell here in silence, feeding and being fed on by the race that peoples this world--the Furres.
---
St. Lucent's people have adapted every aspect of their lifestyle, to suit the harsh conditions of the island.
An invaluable port of trade, the modern-day St. Lucent is diverse and metropolitan, a melting pot of new schemes and ideals the world has never seen before, such as hover technology, mechanical and chemical body enhancement, true freedom of speech and acceptance toward those who choose to mate outside their own species.
---
One hundred years ago, the dragon, St. Dwight Lucent, along with his partners worked to establish control of the island, and to make this city the most progressive existence for it's people since Atlantis was lost. They desired a civilization that valued learning and peace amidst the violence and turmoil of Julia and the other nations of Catori. In the isolation of the frozen sea, they saw potential for paradise.
The dragon was a genius and a true idealist, The Gates, especially were his greatest invention, they are living things in the skins of stone and metal protecting the city from the worst of the elements, the terrible monsoon seasons and all outward forces that They considered a threat to their well being.
The citizens, despite having lived on their island for a full seven years were still ignorant to all the secrets it possessed, as well as it's true name. Dwight Lucent himself was set to reveal all of these to the public, until one winter day he vanished without a trace.
With it's name and it's secrets lost to wherever Dwight had been spirited, the island, or more specifically, The towering Gates, seemed to lash out at the people that They had once sheltered.
The city fell to pandemonium, a complete loss of access to the outside world devastated it's food supply and control.
It has suffered scars it still bares traces of today. As money was lost, between old families, hatred was born, out of desperation and a topple of balance advanced organized crime rose up from the crevices and convinced the public that only they could reinstate some semblance of order.
The Gates which had been built to serve the city closed completely on their own accord to all outside sources, leaving Trade ruined and evacuation nearly impossible.
---
But some refused to lay down and die. Lucent's old partners formed a Guild to replace the law that had been so easily shaken out of balance, The Guild alone had access to Lucent's notes and taught themselves the secrets of the Gates, the truth of their nature. They taught themselves to open their minds to the Gates' desires and tap into knowledge they could never have known otherwise.
They forced the Gates to open and welcome in resources, they gathered and trained followers, striking out into the city and protecting those who needed protecting, crushing rebellions, putting out fires and restoring order to a fledgling nation that had all but fallen to chaos.
The public recognized the Hour Glass Guild as their protectors and leaders, and as the vestiges of panic faded they began to call them their Angels, the Guardian Angels of St. Lucent.
Despite recovering the notes, the Hour Glass Guild could not find the island's true name and elected to create an appropriate stand in to appease the Gates until they could find it. Christening the city St. Lucent after their lost martyr, the Hour Glass Guild ruled forcefully but fairly for twenty years.
But this did not last.
People began to protest that the ideals of freedom and peace Lucent himself had advocated were being crushed by the public's slowly increasing dependency on the violent, militant Angels.
Recognizing that Lucent had always meant his city to be a republic ,the Elder Angels, or Seraphim, appointed a Council of elected peers to rule the judicial branch, and took it upon themselves to control the executive branch, becoming the one lawful, military force of St. Lucent as the Council became the one democratic force,.
The Angels disappeared into their secrecy, deciding to close their doors and only welcome in a select few to the Gates's secrets.
---
The number of those chosen by the Gates to be Angels has dwindled, but their standards remain the same, rigorous training and a ritual of sacrifice to name only a few.
Though things have settled uneasily in St. Lucent over the last fifty years, a disquiet still lingers. Prejudice for hybrid and pure breed or fowen Furres still abounds.
Fights between old clans and families, jaded by un answered deals, rage. Denied rights by the Council's hypocrisy and careless spending, rebels pack together and whisper of anarchy in the Eastern alleys.
And the Council, as a response to the outcries have grown increasingly fierce, their force and infamy beginning to rival the Angels themselves, with nothing to stop them from taking complete control.
The Gates have been the cause of more and more accidents over the past three years, closing randomly and frequently once again. These incidents are growing more and more frequent and people are beginning to talk.
With ridiculous laws being instated on a daily basis and the Council shifting the public's' faith in the Gate's themselves, the coldest winter that they have yet to know descends on them and the search for the island's true name becomes not only a quest for the right to live here, but for their very survival.
