Ataroa
29-10-2005, 02:50
ooc: I actually posted an intro before, but i changed my mind on what I wanted my nation to be like.
IC: Servius, Archmage of Ataroa, stared silently out from a window of Tomebrook Palace, the massive, towering home of the chief mages of Ataroa to the misty sea below. Using a vision spell, he looked over a mile out to sea, where the last remains of a ship bobbed in the surf surrounding a large rock. For the people of his land, the ship would forever be remembered as a turning point in Ataroa's history.
She was a proud land, an ancient land, a land where magic still lurked in every islet, yet cities and people were as modern as any other nation on Earth. For years, the Silver Mist had shut her in, the work of a conservative Archmage who feared the wave of change sweeping the world. In the coming months, Ataroans were shocked to learn that their land had joined the ranks of world mythology, a lost land that may never have existed.
But, somehow, the burning ship had managed to do what the desperate people of Ataroa had not, shattering the Silver Mist and allowing the Ataroans to once again interact with other nations. As Servius stood at his window, the senate and president were fervently trying to prepare the nation for the greatest culture shock in its life. As head of Ataroa's magical community, he would play no small part in it as well. There were agreements to be made, alliances to be formed, diplomats to invite and knowledge and goods to trade. He eagerly awaited whatever strange, forgotton people they would meet, and new challenges to face. Whatever the outcome, Ataroa was about to become a much more interesting place.
IC: Servius, Archmage of Ataroa, stared silently out from a window of Tomebrook Palace, the massive, towering home of the chief mages of Ataroa to the misty sea below. Using a vision spell, he looked over a mile out to sea, where the last remains of a ship bobbed in the surf surrounding a large rock. For the people of his land, the ship would forever be remembered as a turning point in Ataroa's history.
She was a proud land, an ancient land, a land where magic still lurked in every islet, yet cities and people were as modern as any other nation on Earth. For years, the Silver Mist had shut her in, the work of a conservative Archmage who feared the wave of change sweeping the world. In the coming months, Ataroans were shocked to learn that their land had joined the ranks of world mythology, a lost land that may never have existed.
But, somehow, the burning ship had managed to do what the desperate people of Ataroa had not, shattering the Silver Mist and allowing the Ataroans to once again interact with other nations. As Servius stood at his window, the senate and president were fervently trying to prepare the nation for the greatest culture shock in its life. As head of Ataroa's magical community, he would play no small part in it as well. There were agreements to be made, alliances to be formed, diplomats to invite and knowledge and goods to trade. He eagerly awaited whatever strange, forgotton people they would meet, and new challenges to face. Whatever the outcome, Ataroa was about to become a much more interesting place.