~East tower, Bomen~
Slowly the silhouette of a proud tower standing tall revealed itself with the rising sun. Dawn was breaking with a red sky that could only mean one thing.
Blood has been spilled and death has made his flight around the world of Mythica.
From the tower a beautifull woman with long blond hair that reached the ground, watched over the eastern lands she was supposed to guide and protect. Something she had done for generations, but now got threatened by the young madness that had taken over the west and north.
''High priestess, it is time'' A gentle male voice spoke. The man reached out his hand and took the soft hand of the priestess guiding her to a basin. The bottem of the basin was engraved with a map of the eastern part of the world, Bomen and the hilltribe elves were all part of her protection. Standing infront of the water the woman felt mighty, but she humbled herself by kneeling infront of the clear water.
'' Heroes of the east'' She began, alsmost singing a song.
''gather and unite, this tower calls upon you''
''your destiny calls, your fate decided''
From within the waterbasin six lights shone bright above the map of Bomen. All of them represented the soul of her choosen ones, her champions whom the priestess deemed worthy enough to protect her lands. There was one light however that shone outside her map @EurmalEye
It seemed like the tower of the south had send her hero from their own choosing. Originating from Pent.
''Now little ones, find one another. You all have a lot to learn, but each of you shall grow strong enough to overcome any obstacle''
~Mazu, Azaera~
A young and handsome man sat silently on a throne, he admired the paintings that decorated the halls of his grand throne room. Each of them showed the kings and queens that had ruled before him. Ainmire, The young king, the conquer, the mad wolf. He was the one occupying the throne of Mazu. He wondered if his ancesters would be proud of him, not that he gave one rat-ass about that. He had but one goal, and that was to rule. Such a shame that there were still those that opposed him, small groups of rebels, elves hat wanted their forests back. He killed them all, hoping no one would ever dare to go against him.
But the towers of Mythica still stood, he had to destroy them all if he wanted to rule. Those priest and priestesses had send more people that where after the young kings life than any other person. It began with the priestess of the west, she send her heroes, her choosen ones after him. He killed them all.
''Tell me my queen, has the tower of the East made its move already. I can only assume they would have for they cannot hide behinf their mountains forever'' Ainmire said smiling. He could not wait to cruch that country nd tower under his feet.@Maria 127
Slowly the silhouette of a proud tower standing tall revealed itself with the rising sun. Dawn was breaking with a red sky that could only mean one thing.
Blood has been spilled and death has made his flight around the world of Mythica.
From the tower a beautifull woman with long blond hair that reached the ground, watched over the eastern lands she was supposed to guide and protect. Something she had done for generations, but now got threatened by the young madness that had taken over the west and north.
''High priestess, it is time'' A gentle male voice spoke. The man reached out his hand and took the soft hand of the priestess guiding her to a basin. The bottem of the basin was engraved with a map of the eastern part of the world, Bomen and the hilltribe elves were all part of her protection. Standing infront of the water the woman felt mighty, but she humbled herself by kneeling infront of the clear water.
'' Heroes of the east'' She began, alsmost singing a song.
''gather and unite, this tower calls upon you''
''your destiny calls, your fate decided''
From within the waterbasin six lights shone bright above the map of Bomen. All of them represented the soul of her choosen ones, her champions whom the priestess deemed worthy enough to protect her lands. There was one light however that shone outside her map @EurmalEye
It seemed like the tower of the south had send her hero from their own choosing. Originating from Pent.
''Now little ones, find one another. You all have a lot to learn, but each of you shall grow strong enough to overcome any obstacle''
~Mazu, Azaera~
A young and handsome man sat silently on a throne, he admired the paintings that decorated the halls of his grand throne room. Each of them showed the kings and queens that had ruled before him. Ainmire, The young king, the conquer, the mad wolf. He was the one occupying the throne of Mazu. He wondered if his ancesters would be proud of him, not that he gave one rat-ass about that. He had but one goal, and that was to rule. Such a shame that there were still those that opposed him, small groups of rebels, elves hat wanted their forests back. He killed them all, hoping no one would ever dare to go against him.
But the towers of Mythica still stood, he had to destroy them all if he wanted to rule. Those priest and priestesses had send more people that where after the young kings life than any other person. It began with the priestess of the west, she send her heroes, her choosen ones after him. He killed them all.
''Tell me my queen, has the tower of the East made its move already. I can only assume they would have for they cannot hide behinf their mountains forever'' Ainmire said smiling. He could not wait to cruch that country nd tower under his feet.@Maria 127
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