Post by Ryan - Loki on Jul 9, 2007 15:23:26 GMT
Soon each warrior would awake from their slumber, and as they did so the entire reality of the terrible travesty that had come about all around them while they had been held captive in their confusing bout of slumber would most certainly hit home harder than any emotion or feeling that they had ever felt in the entirety of their lives, perhaps even harder than anyone else in the whole of the universe had ever felt. At any rate none of this mattered, nothing did anymore, as Dragonia had been destroyed.
It hadn’t been completely destroyed, there was a planet left around them, however it just might as well have been completely destroyed, all that remained merely the appearance of a shell of the planets former glory. All that remained to give homage to the past truth of the planet’s vibrant existence and it’s population, apart from the hand-full of warriors that were scattered across it’s surface rousing from their sleep, were the odd object dotted here and there; a child’s toy, a picture somewhat scolded around the edges, the skeleton remains of a once tall building or city, perhaps even the odd slowly decomposing corpse. The destruction was full-scale, seemingly covering ever single inch of the planet’s surface. In a sense it was truly amazing that such a feat was possible.
It was enough to bring a tear to the eye of the coldest person, even if they hadn’t been attached to the planet or anyone upon it in any sense of the word. The death of a planet, or so many people whether they innocent or not, was not an easy thing to take in or cope with, for anyone. Despite the aliment of the ones who remained, whether they walked the path of truth and justice or the path of chaos and destruction, at this moment they would all become equal upon the scorched and barren soil beneath their feet, as they had all lost something on this day.
The planet’s sea had seemingly vanished, every single ocean completely gone, the only exceptions being small pockets of water splashed about on the continents where the depth of the water pocket didn’t allow all of the water to return back to the now barren wasteland where the ocean once resided. Had the water simply dried away? Considering the raise in planet temperature due to the fires that seemingly covered three thirds of the planets surface, it had been a small percentage of the cause, but the main cause of the planets lack of H2O fell to the creator that resided almost centre of where Nasrad once was.
Reaching roughly 500-600 kilometres in diameter, it was here that all the water disappeared into to. The depth of the crater is unknown, but in accordance with the piping hot steam that is constantly flowing out of the hole high up into the planets atmosphere leads to the conclusion that it leads directly down to the planets core, the steam created by that of the sea water evaporating against the magma of the planets core - or perhaps even the fires of hell.
Lavertia had taken on the appearance of it’s neighbouring country Bedoe. Instead of the lush landscape, the fresh-water rivers and natural lakes that spanned across the continent, the enriching the soil and keeping the flora across the entirety of the country, the constant gentle breezes that darted across the landscape, ruffling the branches of the ancient oak threes or the rolling fields of endless grass that covered the horizon, everything was dry and dead. Earthquakes had plagued the land, tearing it apart and voiding it of any past beauty that the land was so renowned for.
Bedoe had never been a hospitable country, neither in the sense of it’s ecosystem or it’s inhabitants, and many believed that it was hardly possible for it to have been worse than it always was, they were wrong. The geographical fact that Bedoe resided just below sea level had always worked in favour of Beode’s inhabitants, at least in the summer when it granted them a constantly cool breeze, but in this dark time Bedoe has slipped into a perpetual state of winter, it physically impossible for life to sustain itself within the land for prolonged intervals. At times a hurricane system is known to abnormally form over the country, forcing the freezing cold air from the atmosphere down onto the land, the air so cold it quite literally freezes anything in a matter of seconds.
Both Eastern and Western Parmecia had always been in direct competition with each other, even if it wasn’t a widely known or thought theory. Where Eastern Parmecia’s appearance fell into the unfortunate category of ‘ordinary’ or ‘plain’ where Western Parmecia had always been described as the ‘Lavertia of the northern hemisphere’ . As you can imagine, having the neighbouring country be labelled in such a fashion when the other was just far too ordinary for any acknowledgement wasn’t a very easy thing to suffer, but the countries managed to have an extremely peaceful existence between them both. None of that longer exists.
Both countries are in a relentless state of inferno. The exact science behind the phenomenon is unknown, as is much upon the new world, but that doesn’t stop the facts from remaining as reality. Across the entirety of the two countries the elegant flickering of the orange and red flames is a truly beautiful sight, but a sight that is ruined by the sheer truth of the death and damage that it has caused the planet and the people who once resided upon it. The flames along with all the smoke and dust, from the fires and debris, that now caused the once beautiful blue sky to have become pitch-black in colour. The air toxic to breath the higher towards the atmosphere one goes.
However there is an exception to the fiery environment that has engulfed the two countries, the last remaining stretch of what was once the planets ocean. Due to an unknown reason, although believed to be the fault of Nasrad collapsing into the planets core, the lower half of Western Parmecia and the entire Zolan Lands had sunken below sea level, causing the remaining water from the planet sea to completely submerge the two countries, or at least part of Western Parmecia, completely underwater.
Much like the fires that constantly rage over Parmecia Larleta is a country that was also consumed by the fires, the key word within that sentence being the ‘was’ . The land that was covered in rainforests and jungle areas filled with beautiful and exotic flora and fauna, is now quite literally a shell of it’s former glory. The tall trees whose treetops would once upon a time send the land below into darkness as they blocked the sunlight only exist now as charcoal trunks, their foliage gone. The very land below having seemingly transformed from fertile soil to the ash that the passing inferno had created.
Metapha, once believed to be a heaven amidst the mortal realm by many, is now nothing more than a land of death. All the beauty that was once upon this land, the flower fields, the grassy plains that seemingly stretched on for eternity, the small rolling hills that children would often roll down in innocent play, are now dead, all tainted in what is un unexplainable darkness. Nothing has actually happened within this land other than everything seemingly shrivelling up and dieing, but isn’t that truly enough?
Rues, once much similar to Metapha and Western Parmecia in appearance now resembles something much closer to Bedoe or The Zolan Lands, or even how Lavertia now looks. The land is completely dead, dried out and cracked in fact. Earthquakes are a common element to this land, with one happening roughly every ten to twenty minutes, and the destroyed and torn apart horizon is evidence enough of this. Nothing is able to grow within this land and it is quite uninhabitable, to say the least. Once a land that was full of wild and plant life, as well as a healthy population, now Rues is an empty land that only the wind occupies.
Alundera, The South Pole, is probably the continent that’s seen the least amount of change upon its surface. The entire span of the continent still remains barren, and very few plants can grow in this area. The air is still unbearably humid, and the crust on this continent is very thin, allowing the volcanic mantle to seep through rifts and crags along the surface. There are literally pools of molten lava. The only difference is that the situation upon the country has deteriorate, the volcanic activity almost quadrupling and become much more violent, especially with the earthquakes from Rues, which resides just north-west of the continent.
In fact the situation has become so aggressive that it has completely consumed that of Guardinia and the Guardian’s Tower, the beautiful country and the surrounding islands completely resembling that of the neighbouring South Pole, the Guardian’s Tower nothing more than a steam of its former magnificence.
Because of the heightened temperature of the planet Eliseia, The North Pole and the coldest place upon the entire planet, has melted, leaving the continent having vanished from existence. One would never have known it had existed if they looked upon the planet in it’s current state. This extraordinary occurrence would have caused the sea-level to greatly rise, that would have happened if the sea hadn’t already been drained deep within the core of the planet, causing the boiling hot steam to surface from the planets core, which in tend caused the planet to heat up and the Eliseia to melt from existence. Everything being connected.
Each and every country had been destroyed, nothing and no one spared apart from those warriors who remained, but why? Why had only the strongest survived? Perhaps it was true what they always said when they say that only the strong survive, this being proof of that, or just maybe there was something else behind all this, something much larger and much more serious. Just maybe the worst was not over, if that thought was even conceivable considering what their eyes would soon be seeing and their brains registering.
As usual only time would tell, and only the brave and powerful warriors of Dragonia would be able to unravel this mystery. Would they ever be granted the peace and tranquillity or a normal life? Some didn’t want it, and it seemed those few would be the ones happy during the times to come.
It hadn’t been completely destroyed, there was a planet left around them, however it just might as well have been completely destroyed, all that remained merely the appearance of a shell of the planets former glory. All that remained to give homage to the past truth of the planet’s vibrant existence and it’s population, apart from the hand-full of warriors that were scattered across it’s surface rousing from their sleep, were the odd object dotted here and there; a child’s toy, a picture somewhat scolded around the edges, the skeleton remains of a once tall building or city, perhaps even the odd slowly decomposing corpse. The destruction was full-scale, seemingly covering ever single inch of the planet’s surface. In a sense it was truly amazing that such a feat was possible.
It was enough to bring a tear to the eye of the coldest person, even if they hadn’t been attached to the planet or anyone upon it in any sense of the word. The death of a planet, or so many people whether they innocent or not, was not an easy thing to take in or cope with, for anyone. Despite the aliment of the ones who remained, whether they walked the path of truth and justice or the path of chaos and destruction, at this moment they would all become equal upon the scorched and barren soil beneath their feet, as they had all lost something on this day.
The planet’s sea had seemingly vanished, every single ocean completely gone, the only exceptions being small pockets of water splashed about on the continents where the depth of the water pocket didn’t allow all of the water to return back to the now barren wasteland where the ocean once resided. Had the water simply dried away? Considering the raise in planet temperature due to the fires that seemingly covered three thirds of the planets surface, it had been a small percentage of the cause, but the main cause of the planets lack of H2O fell to the creator that resided almost centre of where Nasrad once was.
Reaching roughly 500-600 kilometres in diameter, it was here that all the water disappeared into to. The depth of the crater is unknown, but in accordance with the piping hot steam that is constantly flowing out of the hole high up into the planets atmosphere leads to the conclusion that it leads directly down to the planets core, the steam created by that of the sea water evaporating against the magma of the planets core - or perhaps even the fires of hell.
Lavertia had taken on the appearance of it’s neighbouring country Bedoe. Instead of the lush landscape, the fresh-water rivers and natural lakes that spanned across the continent, the enriching the soil and keeping the flora across the entirety of the country, the constant gentle breezes that darted across the landscape, ruffling the branches of the ancient oak threes or the rolling fields of endless grass that covered the horizon, everything was dry and dead. Earthquakes had plagued the land, tearing it apart and voiding it of any past beauty that the land was so renowned for.
Bedoe had never been a hospitable country, neither in the sense of it’s ecosystem or it’s inhabitants, and many believed that it was hardly possible for it to have been worse than it always was, they were wrong. The geographical fact that Bedoe resided just below sea level had always worked in favour of Beode’s inhabitants, at least in the summer when it granted them a constantly cool breeze, but in this dark time Bedoe has slipped into a perpetual state of winter, it physically impossible for life to sustain itself within the land for prolonged intervals. At times a hurricane system is known to abnormally form over the country, forcing the freezing cold air from the atmosphere down onto the land, the air so cold it quite literally freezes anything in a matter of seconds.
Both Eastern and Western Parmecia had always been in direct competition with each other, even if it wasn’t a widely known or thought theory. Where Eastern Parmecia’s appearance fell into the unfortunate category of ‘ordinary’ or ‘plain’ where Western Parmecia had always been described as the ‘Lavertia of the northern hemisphere’ . As you can imagine, having the neighbouring country be labelled in such a fashion when the other was just far too ordinary for any acknowledgement wasn’t a very easy thing to suffer, but the countries managed to have an extremely peaceful existence between them both. None of that longer exists.
Both countries are in a relentless state of inferno. The exact science behind the phenomenon is unknown, as is much upon the new world, but that doesn’t stop the facts from remaining as reality. Across the entirety of the two countries the elegant flickering of the orange and red flames is a truly beautiful sight, but a sight that is ruined by the sheer truth of the death and damage that it has caused the planet and the people who once resided upon it. The flames along with all the smoke and dust, from the fires and debris, that now caused the once beautiful blue sky to have become pitch-black in colour. The air toxic to breath the higher towards the atmosphere one goes.
However there is an exception to the fiery environment that has engulfed the two countries, the last remaining stretch of what was once the planets ocean. Due to an unknown reason, although believed to be the fault of Nasrad collapsing into the planets core, the lower half of Western Parmecia and the entire Zolan Lands had sunken below sea level, causing the remaining water from the planet sea to completely submerge the two countries, or at least part of Western Parmecia, completely underwater.
Much like the fires that constantly rage over Parmecia Larleta is a country that was also consumed by the fires, the key word within that sentence being the ‘was’ . The land that was covered in rainforests and jungle areas filled with beautiful and exotic flora and fauna, is now quite literally a shell of it’s former glory. The tall trees whose treetops would once upon a time send the land below into darkness as they blocked the sunlight only exist now as charcoal trunks, their foliage gone. The very land below having seemingly transformed from fertile soil to the ash that the passing inferno had created.
Metapha, once believed to be a heaven amidst the mortal realm by many, is now nothing more than a land of death. All the beauty that was once upon this land, the flower fields, the grassy plains that seemingly stretched on for eternity, the small rolling hills that children would often roll down in innocent play, are now dead, all tainted in what is un unexplainable darkness. Nothing has actually happened within this land other than everything seemingly shrivelling up and dieing, but isn’t that truly enough?
Rues, once much similar to Metapha and Western Parmecia in appearance now resembles something much closer to Bedoe or The Zolan Lands, or even how Lavertia now looks. The land is completely dead, dried out and cracked in fact. Earthquakes are a common element to this land, with one happening roughly every ten to twenty minutes, and the destroyed and torn apart horizon is evidence enough of this. Nothing is able to grow within this land and it is quite uninhabitable, to say the least. Once a land that was full of wild and plant life, as well as a healthy population, now Rues is an empty land that only the wind occupies.
Alundera, The South Pole, is probably the continent that’s seen the least amount of change upon its surface. The entire span of the continent still remains barren, and very few plants can grow in this area. The air is still unbearably humid, and the crust on this continent is very thin, allowing the volcanic mantle to seep through rifts and crags along the surface. There are literally pools of molten lava. The only difference is that the situation upon the country has deteriorate, the volcanic activity almost quadrupling and become much more violent, especially with the earthquakes from Rues, which resides just north-west of the continent.
In fact the situation has become so aggressive that it has completely consumed that of Guardinia and the Guardian’s Tower, the beautiful country and the surrounding islands completely resembling that of the neighbouring South Pole, the Guardian’s Tower nothing more than a steam of its former magnificence.
Because of the heightened temperature of the planet Eliseia, The North Pole and the coldest place upon the entire planet, has melted, leaving the continent having vanished from existence. One would never have known it had existed if they looked upon the planet in it’s current state. This extraordinary occurrence would have caused the sea-level to greatly rise, that would have happened if the sea hadn’t already been drained deep within the core of the planet, causing the boiling hot steam to surface from the planets core, which in tend caused the planet to heat up and the Eliseia to melt from existence. Everything being connected.
Each and every country had been destroyed, nothing and no one spared apart from those warriors who remained, but why? Why had only the strongest survived? Perhaps it was true what they always said when they say that only the strong survive, this being proof of that, or just maybe there was something else behind all this, something much larger and much more serious. Just maybe the worst was not over, if that thought was even conceivable considering what their eyes would soon be seeing and their brains registering.
As usual only time would tell, and only the brave and powerful warriors of Dragonia would be able to unravel this mystery. Would they ever be granted the peace and tranquillity or a normal life? Some didn’t want it, and it seemed those few would be the ones happy during the times to come.
