Post by Aero on Mar 22, 2009 14:47:24 GMT -5
Centuries ago, the world of Zirantia had one single, large continent. Three races lived on this continent: the bird-like Vriieles, the more amphibian Xinthite, and Humans. Each race had its own country, and the world was largely at peace. Technology, while not as advanced as Earth's current technology, was growing, and new techniques and spells in the magic arts were being discovered and written. While there were a few minor conflicts, nothing had escalated to a full out war.
New lands were being discovered, too. And the races were eager to claim this land as their own. Colonies were established, and with each new colony, the competition for land grew. Colonies started to fight, and the small fights started to grow into full out battles. But no one country had officially declared war.
And blood shall be spilled this day.
Then what little peace there was shattered. The Humans, Vriieles, and Xinthite became locked in war, waging bloody battles that ravaged the land, lives being laid down with each battle, blood staining the ground. All the while, the dragons watched, unwilling to take part in two-legged affairs. They were living on this land long before the bipeds came, and they lived their lives as they always did, distancing themselves from the other races.
This land shall change and become anew.
Years into the struggle, the land split, and natural disasters swept across the land. Tidal waves, earthquakes, volcanoes, tornadoes, and hurricanes all launched their own assault. The continent split in three, the three countries moving to different parts of the world. The armies scattered, and many died during this event. Left to their own devices, the races started to rebuild from the disaster, eventually forgetting the past, forgetting the war, forgetting the other races, and forgetting the division of the land.
Eventually, the dragons came, offering peace, unity, and fellowship, forging alliances with the bipedal races. Dragons integrated themselves into society, but it wasn't too long afterward that something amazing happened. The three races rediscovered each other, and began to share their cultures and knowledge. This new peace couldn't last, however, when another enemy rose. Some called it a plague, others a curse, and no one knew where it really came from. Anexmortus started taking many people and dragons alike, and the Anexes, the victims of Anexmortus, started to attack. Now, a new conflict has arisen, one that will decide which sides shall gain ultimate control of Zirantia.
The world shall be reborn from the ashes.