Sidestreamer
13-12-2006, 04:49
OOC: This thread is basically just my "re-introduction" as I'm returning to NS after, I guess a year of absence...
The following is the preamble, and I'll be adding, hopefully, four chapters to the reconstruction by the end of Sunday.
IC:
Upon the ashes of the garden, wilted in the derbis of an empire long neglected in the sands of time, an old parchment lies before a road leading into what was once proudly referred to as the Emberlight District.
"For the betterment of the Faith, we shall enter take part in the Imperium. While the worship of their so-called Man God troubles us, their mission is otherwise in our best economic interests.
--Maximus IV"
The Imperium, and all the allies involved, suffered a brutal invasion that has resulted in the epic torching of the old capital, The Altogether.
This parchment was not the original... it is believed the paper boys of the old empire copied this notice and passed it around, furiating the church-goers and the faithful, who forcast a firey armaggedon to result from the unholy cooperation. With Imperialis and the Man God.
"Max's Folly!"
[i]
This is the legacy of Maximus IV, who would be remembered for this unfortunate alliance-making despite his previous achievements... many of which have been forgotten along with the empire itself.
Beyond the road, outside the Emberlight Ruins, The Altogether has declined into an urban slum. "Godless" is how Archbishop Veracos described it in his twilight years....
In the hovel by Dwikitia Road and Emberlight Cut-off, an energetic pastor preaches of restoration.
Liberation...
There is no empire. Government has been minimal, as was the economy. Its connection with the public, unfounded, the pastor realized.
Captivation...
Minister Vieno, as he has been called, knew of the rise of the old Empire, knew of its errors in its falling years, desired to return the old Righteous Glory of the Emberlight that now lies buried in squalor, desolation and disrepair.
Divinity!
The Minister's chapel, souls dedicated to the new old order, fellowship in the old bound honor, they pray, they rise, they grab their shovels.
Union!
To the streets of the Altogether, they organize. The distraught, in hype, believe they can bring back the day, they take their shops and produce the mortar, the brick, the stone, the sundries.
Creation!
The government melts into the public, the righteous assume the Center, it is again a Palace, the Palace of the Altogether, the hovel, the squalor shines anew in time, the beautification, arise.
REBIRTH.....
The following is the preamble, and I'll be adding, hopefully, four chapters to the reconstruction by the end of Sunday.
IC:
Upon the ashes of the garden, wilted in the derbis of an empire long neglected in the sands of time, an old parchment lies before a road leading into what was once proudly referred to as the Emberlight District.
"For the betterment of the Faith, we shall enter take part in the Imperium. While the worship of their so-called Man God troubles us, their mission is otherwise in our best economic interests.
--Maximus IV"
The Imperium, and all the allies involved, suffered a brutal invasion that has resulted in the epic torching of the old capital, The Altogether.
This parchment was not the original... it is believed the paper boys of the old empire copied this notice and passed it around, furiating the church-goers and the faithful, who forcast a firey armaggedon to result from the unholy cooperation. With Imperialis and the Man God.
"Max's Folly!"
[i]
This is the legacy of Maximus IV, who would be remembered for this unfortunate alliance-making despite his previous achievements... many of which have been forgotten along with the empire itself.
Beyond the road, outside the Emberlight Ruins, The Altogether has declined into an urban slum. "Godless" is how Archbishop Veracos described it in his twilight years....
In the hovel by Dwikitia Road and Emberlight Cut-off, an energetic pastor preaches of restoration.
Liberation...
There is no empire. Government has been minimal, as was the economy. Its connection with the public, unfounded, the pastor realized.
Captivation...
Minister Vieno, as he has been called, knew of the rise of the old Empire, knew of its errors in its falling years, desired to return the old Righteous Glory of the Emberlight that now lies buried in squalor, desolation and disrepair.
Divinity!
The Minister's chapel, souls dedicated to the new old order, fellowship in the old bound honor, they pray, they rise, they grab their shovels.
Union!
To the streets of the Altogether, they organize. The distraught, in hype, believe they can bring back the day, they take their shops and produce the mortar, the brick, the stone, the sundries.
Creation!
The government melts into the public, the righteous assume the Center, it is again a Palace, the Palace of the Altogether, the hovel, the squalor shines anew in time, the beautification, arise.
REBIRTH.....