Post by lotherian on Dec 28, 2008 15:32:47 GMT -7
A M B I A N C E
a w o r l d o f m a g i c ’ ’
a w o r l d o f m a g i c ’ ’
xx.POWER CAN drive person mad, it can call to them from the darkness of their mind, drive them insane. Ambiance, the world above all others, far away from any mortal world horses have been called form their home, driven by the magnetic field of their mind to inhabit this world for centuries. The ageless world known to them as Ambiance has been passed down through generations. Over time the subordinate creatures of out world had grown to rule another. The power of freedom consuming the equines, devouring them in a time where alliances were unheard of, before they were even thought of. In this beginning of Ambiance all where at peace, the small numbers of herds banning together to explore this world, to learn of the place in which they had been called, some old, some young, and other ready to be born in a world that would soon cause much devastation in the hearts of the equid kind, for Ambiance was a world unknown to them kept a secret through the loops in time the races that have lived here, have never been seen after their departure. Ambiance was a universe onto its self, haunted by the spirits it had devoured. Ambiance is a world of love, of hatred of anger, of everything forgotten by today’s mechanical world. Earth, has been ravaged, nature dying all around by the master race of homo-sapiens, the earth and its nature is dying, and this all started back in the renaissance, when men began to overthrow nature, thus leading to the creation of Ambiance.
xx. THE HISTORYof Ambiance is not known to any, for those who were strong enough to create it, had their strength fail them when it came to containing it. Created by the magic of rumored fairy tales, all ancient species had a hand in creating the world of ambiance, the elves gifted the woodlands, gave them a mind of their own, provided the barren earth that the dwarves laid down with fertile grasses. The dwarves having laid down the earth provided it with the minerals and riches that it needed, the nymphs decorated the skies and waters, the waters placed down by ancient mer-creatures. The sun and moon, light and darkness created by evil and good bound together in equal balance, the portal to the world it self was created by a council of sorcerers, but even their magic was not strong enough to sustain the world, and in that committed a sin that to this day has not been forgiven. Lotherian, king and lord of all equines, magical and mortal alike bearer of the horn, the last unicorn in all the world was murdered in his sleep. His magic, stronger than all others neither corrupted by pain, nor evil held in the ivorian sword built attached to his head was hacked from his body and used to create the world known as ambiance. The consequences of such a crime would cause the demise of all creatures inhabiting the world known as Ambiance. The curse of the last unicorn, in an attempt to remain alive forever, for the survival of his race trapped his soul into his horn at the last minute. Lotherian, would be now and forever the spirit f ambiance. The grief of this betrayal would turn into hatred; hatred would turn into the demise of the creatures who lived on Ambiance, elves dwarves, even the steeds they rode upon. Perished in the Armageddon of life on Ambiance. Yet traces of their existence can be found, the blood stained gates, the enchanted forest, the whispers of screams in the world. Lotherians world had become dormant, and his hatred for mortals grew, even for his equid kin. He became sick, demented, paranoid, happy, and excited, the true meaning of light and dark, wanting to die but never being able to both light and dark, lived together in one ghost, one that was once seen galloping through the maddens, but nevermore, Lotherian’s ghostly form dissolved into the very air that creatures would breathe, he was now Ambiance and ambiance was him.
xx. AMBIANCE WAS settling for Lotherians fragile mind, he found that over time he could change what ever he wanted about the land, he found that over time his mind had mended from the hate ridden creature he was, he was now what he had once been. The balance, of good and evil, of angels and devils, and now he opened the gate and called for his kind to appear on Ambiance. Horses everywhere fled from their masters, years during the religious crusades here upon earth. Horses of all kinds appeared those from the smallest ponies, to the largest drafts, came from the mortal world on earth, the first generation lived their natural mortal life and died happy, and after years they began to settle into their alliances, the ones who treasured their light hearted morals, the ones who grew on their dark hearted deeds, and those who simply did not care for any others but themselves. He saw strength in the ones he deemed as void, envied those light hearted enough to become Lumos, understood the Nior and their anger. He watched them as they fought their world, called for others when they destroyed their numbers, he gained a god like complex, shapeless, and formless he was the earth itself, he was Ambiance. And these equines were his people, he loved them he treasured them he p[punished them for he was no longer the last unicorn , but instead was the balance of the earth itself. It has been many years since he had last mad e his call to earth, the equines her now have no memory of any two legged betrayer, they were wild and free as he once was, and they were the population of Ambiance.
