Post by Kenren on Dec 27, 2013 1:44:48 GMT -5
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No one knows when, or how, or why the first wolves came to Somerset. It is hard to even speculate, really - even the legends have drifted away in time, leaving only a surety that no one new ever comes, and there is no way to leave. Anyone foolish enough to try to swim away from the continent simply never returns. But Somerset is vast, and dreams of further expansion have mostly ceased to be. The land gives them too much to worry about anyway, with Mother Nature tossing out so many twists and turns. And after that, they turn their attention to those around them - finding their place in the world, so to speak. Join a pack? Start one? Make a difference, cause trouble, kill? Love, hate, both? It is hard to say what path they will choose, but it is certain that they always struggle to survive, and always, in the end, strike out on the path they have chosen.
They are the wolves of Somerset.
After so many years of internal struggle, the legends that no one even remembered have come back to life. The Goddess, Chaos, has descended to the land of Somerset, and with her she brought magic. Suddenly, the same old struggle shows the potential to be ripped apart and re-balanced. Some seek out power from the goddess. Some see only danger in her arrival - what else is lurking out there, strong enough to squash them all like ants? Now that the scales of power have shifted, how will Somerset be reshaped? That is up to you.
You may read the arrival thread of Chaos here, as every wolf born before summer year two would have witnessed the flash of light and heard the voice of the goddess.
No one knows when, or how, or why the first wolves came to Somerset. It is hard to even speculate, really - even the legends have drifted away in time, leaving only a surety that no one new ever comes, and there is no way to leave. Anyone foolish enough to try to swim away from the continent simply never returns. But Somerset is vast, and dreams of further expansion have mostly ceased to be. The land gives them too much to worry about anyway, with Mother Nature tossing out so many twists and turns. And after that, they turn their attention to those around them - finding their place in the world, so to speak. Join a pack? Start one? Make a difference, cause trouble, kill? Love, hate, both? It is hard to say what path they will choose, but it is certain that they always struggle to survive, and always, in the end, strike out on the path they have chosen.
They are the wolves of Somerset.
After so many years of internal struggle, the legends that no one even remembered have come back to life. The Goddess, Chaos, has descended to the land of Somerset, and with her she brought magic. Suddenly, the same old struggle shows the potential to be ripped apart and re-balanced. Some seek out power from the goddess. Some see only danger in her arrival - what else is lurking out there, strong enough to squash them all like ants? Now that the scales of power have shifted, how will Somerset be reshaped? That is up to you.
You may read the arrival thread of Chaos here, as every wolf born before summer year two would have witnessed the flash of light and heard the voice of the goddess.
PHARAOH LEAP.
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