Post by Raven on Jan 14, 2022 22:21:45 GMT -5
The stories tell of great and ancient natural events, which shape the earth that we know it. Species wiped from the face of her skin, mountains removed and oceans filled. The beginning to a never ending loop of time. It seemed the waves of time mixed with the shaking of the earth. The day the meteor landed. It wiped an entire city completely off the map. A huge 100 mile crater dug deep into the crusts. It filled with oils and resources swiftly. With it being in the territory of Kingdom Trivana, it became property of its King, and their humans. The kingdom prior to this event was not much of one. It was mostly a farming culture, trading wheat, corn and other goods. They became a coveted economic source and key to the surrounding Kingdoms.
Though, with this new found resource - things changed for Trivana. The King, Leonard Vane, he became thirsty. Hungry. He barreled all of the oil, sold it, coveted it, until the earth stopped seeping its lifesource. And then... they began mining at this beast of a stone. Many scholars and mages came to the site, trying to study it. At first it was allowed - until they start to cry. They tried to impose blockers and procedures to harvesting the metals from the stone. They spouted lies of dangers, how it would kill everyone there. What did it matter? It was going to kill them anyways. Trivana had already lost the entire city, nearly quarter of million people... dead. Their homes and bodies were buried under the feed of oil. The earth slowly sucked them in, and even when it was drained - no one saw the crumbled buildings and random shoes over the huge meteor.
No, standing at the top of the crater left you staring down - what felt like miles. Then in the middle... this glowing sphere of... who know's what? The Gods, and that was all anyone knew. So, the humans barred the apostates. They mined, and harvested... With no regard of the repercussions. No... there was power in this mineral. They would call it Trivanium. Tmetal sometimes, or even T for short. It was found it could be used to produce energy, it traveled along metallic surfaces well. Power. The age of invention became immediate... but there was still moments of unstabilities, they would trial and error, no doubt.
Then... what it would do the system. Ground into powder and snorted - gave the greatest high known to man. A rush of energy, a burst of insane strength. One could run from one side of the Capitol to the other without a single break. If consumed raw... well, it was addictive. Some where known to gain powers of sorts, but most... after a few initial tries, would die. Only a few humans would survive it's "break" and convert every day humans into mages. Able to draw energies from the air...ground, soul. However it worked.
To Princess Elana - it was concerning. There was no regulations on these new mineral. It was abused in every facet possible. Every kingdom, man, elf, Fae, creature and foe stared to Trivana. They did not respect the laws of nature, or others. No... they took, every bit of what they thought was there's. No, she knew better. She stood before the council and tried to convince them of their fallible nature. A mistake, opportunity stay lay before them... but caution and safety was required. So much of this... unknown.. what? Was it poison? Was it... It was leaking into the earth, the waters were impacted... everything. The corrupt nature of the world escalated ten fold, and the future seemed frightening to her. And there was no better engine to fuel than her father himself... now the most powerful man and richest man in the lands. Not a fly could touch him. What was once his beloved wife and daughter, were now distant thoughts in his cavern of gold.
She stood atop the balcony of the tallest tower in the castle. A bird flew away, a letter attached to it's ankle. Her eyes peered over the walled in castle. The bustling streets and busy life. In the far far distance - a smog crowded the lands, where the operations to retrieve the Trivanium were underway. Day in, day out. The sound of clanging were gentle and soft, but they would haunt the reaches of her sleep for eternity, it seemed.
In her efforts to address her concerns - she caught the attention of only one. The councilor gave her the name of a man... of which she wrote a letter to. Pleading for his aid...
I hope that this letter reaches you well... For what I will detail could be my ultimate demise. I stand opposite of the King Leonard Vane, a menace to the world as we know it. I have tried to oppose his grandeur and protect the people, the earth and her creatures. I have been without success. Vane appears to hoard the Trivanium for himself, and his alone powers. Those who are caught with the metals without proper authorization are being executed for theft and treason. This cannot stand. Trivanium is a resource of the Earth, and belongs to her - and her inhabitants as a whole. I am under the impression from a resource that you are aligned with me in at least one stance. Should you concur, meet me at the Blooming Jade Park, sunrise, at the golden bench, on the sixth day of the Blue Moon....
Would he even show. Would she face guards who would jail her then. Would she stand to nothing. Sit on her golden throne, alone? It was an effort not of vain, and she would try. She pressed her lips together, the sixth day would be upon them.
The morning came as she dreamed it. She pulled her long black hair back into a fitting bun, strands falling about her cheeks. Her blue eyes stared back to her - she spoke confident words into the mirror. Hyping herself... She pulled on a pair of black pants, a blouse and corset... all black cloak and boots. She would lift her cloak to hide her gaze as she left the castle. Her booted steps lead her down the cobbled path, through the courtyard and garden. Until she came upon the long bridge which lead to down. She glanced downward to the moat filled ditch below, how stereo typical... She rushed along, weaving through the people and block to block.
In the center of the city - a large tree stood. It had a light green like bark, with leaves of every color. Sparkling with a hue of magic about its sap and colors. The Blooming Jade tree. It made the city smell fresh, the scent traveled all the way up to the castle even. Elana stared to the tree with a smile across her face, cute and bright. About as cute and bright as her stature itself, a short but meaningful five foot three inches. She pulled her cloak about her slightly, a wafting autumn breeze catching her by surprise.
She found the bench she wrote of. It was the only golden bench in the park, a monument to a particular citizen who sat on this bench for 80 years and fed birds. And naturally - with her presence, the colorful birds gathered. Awaiting someone to pull crumbs from their pocket and chuck it to them. Or perhaps a dog to bust through their gathering. Elana cleared her throat and shifted on the bench. She gripped a dagger which was strapped to her thigh. In truth, a wave of utter fear and nerves filled her gut and mind. She waited, she was early. Of course... she stared to the tree, it danced in the breeze. And she waited.
Though, with this new found resource - things changed for Trivana. The King, Leonard Vane, he became thirsty. Hungry. He barreled all of the oil, sold it, coveted it, until the earth stopped seeping its lifesource. And then... they began mining at this beast of a stone. Many scholars and mages came to the site, trying to study it. At first it was allowed - until they start to cry. They tried to impose blockers and procedures to harvesting the metals from the stone. They spouted lies of dangers, how it would kill everyone there. What did it matter? It was going to kill them anyways. Trivana had already lost the entire city, nearly quarter of million people... dead. Their homes and bodies were buried under the feed of oil. The earth slowly sucked them in, and even when it was drained - no one saw the crumbled buildings and random shoes over the huge meteor.
No, standing at the top of the crater left you staring down - what felt like miles. Then in the middle... this glowing sphere of... who know's what? The Gods, and that was all anyone knew. So, the humans barred the apostates. They mined, and harvested... With no regard of the repercussions. No... there was power in this mineral. They would call it Trivanium. Tmetal sometimes, or even T for short. It was found it could be used to produce energy, it traveled along metallic surfaces well. Power. The age of invention became immediate... but there was still moments of unstabilities, they would trial and error, no doubt.
Then... what it would do the system. Ground into powder and snorted - gave the greatest high known to man. A rush of energy, a burst of insane strength. One could run from one side of the Capitol to the other without a single break. If consumed raw... well, it was addictive. Some where known to gain powers of sorts, but most... after a few initial tries, would die. Only a few humans would survive it's "break" and convert every day humans into mages. Able to draw energies from the air...ground, soul. However it worked.
To Princess Elana - it was concerning. There was no regulations on these new mineral. It was abused in every facet possible. Every kingdom, man, elf, Fae, creature and foe stared to Trivana. They did not respect the laws of nature, or others. No... they took, every bit of what they thought was there's. No, she knew better. She stood before the council and tried to convince them of their fallible nature. A mistake, opportunity stay lay before them... but caution and safety was required. So much of this... unknown.. what? Was it poison? Was it... It was leaking into the earth, the waters were impacted... everything. The corrupt nature of the world escalated ten fold, and the future seemed frightening to her. And there was no better engine to fuel than her father himself... now the most powerful man and richest man in the lands. Not a fly could touch him. What was once his beloved wife and daughter, were now distant thoughts in his cavern of gold.
She stood atop the balcony of the tallest tower in the castle. A bird flew away, a letter attached to it's ankle. Her eyes peered over the walled in castle. The bustling streets and busy life. In the far far distance - a smog crowded the lands, where the operations to retrieve the Trivanium were underway. Day in, day out. The sound of clanging were gentle and soft, but they would haunt the reaches of her sleep for eternity, it seemed.
In her efforts to address her concerns - she caught the attention of only one. The councilor gave her the name of a man... of which she wrote a letter to. Pleading for his aid...
I hope that this letter reaches you well... For what I will detail could be my ultimate demise. I stand opposite of the King Leonard Vane, a menace to the world as we know it. I have tried to oppose his grandeur and protect the people, the earth and her creatures. I have been without success. Vane appears to hoard the Trivanium for himself, and his alone powers. Those who are caught with the metals without proper authorization are being executed for theft and treason. This cannot stand. Trivanium is a resource of the Earth, and belongs to her - and her inhabitants as a whole. I am under the impression from a resource that you are aligned with me in at least one stance. Should you concur, meet me at the Blooming Jade Park, sunrise, at the golden bench, on the sixth day of the Blue Moon....
Would he even show. Would she face guards who would jail her then. Would she stand to nothing. Sit on her golden throne, alone? It was an effort not of vain, and she would try. She pressed her lips together, the sixth day would be upon them.
The morning came as she dreamed it. She pulled her long black hair back into a fitting bun, strands falling about her cheeks. Her blue eyes stared back to her - she spoke confident words into the mirror. Hyping herself... She pulled on a pair of black pants, a blouse and corset... all black cloak and boots. She would lift her cloak to hide her gaze as she left the castle. Her booted steps lead her down the cobbled path, through the courtyard and garden. Until she came upon the long bridge which lead to down. She glanced downward to the moat filled ditch below, how stereo typical... She rushed along, weaving through the people and block to block.
In the center of the city - a large tree stood. It had a light green like bark, with leaves of every color. Sparkling with a hue of magic about its sap and colors. The Blooming Jade tree. It made the city smell fresh, the scent traveled all the way up to the castle even. Elana stared to the tree with a smile across her face, cute and bright. About as cute and bright as her stature itself, a short but meaningful five foot three inches. She pulled her cloak about her slightly, a wafting autumn breeze catching her by surprise.
She found the bench she wrote of. It was the only golden bench in the park, a monument to a particular citizen who sat on this bench for 80 years and fed birds. And naturally - with her presence, the colorful birds gathered. Awaiting someone to pull crumbs from their pocket and chuck it to them. Or perhaps a dog to bust through their gathering. Elana cleared her throat and shifted on the bench. She gripped a dagger which was strapped to her thigh. In truth, a wave of utter fear and nerves filled her gut and mind. She waited, she was early. Of course... she stared to the tree, it danced in the breeze. And she waited.
