Post by Pademelon on Aug 31, 2009 1:36:14 GMT -5
E N D E L L I O N
your promises look like lies
your promises look like lies
The land of Endellion is said to have been crated by a spark; the spark of life. It's residents thank not deities or supernatural beings for their existence, but rather the glorious sun that shines every day. The people of Endellion are said to be the most favoured, as inside them they carry remnants of the original spark of life.
Fire. Festivity. Fear.
Not all is well in Endellion; there are those who would rather the moon be the more favoured of celestial bodies. They are the academics, the alchemists, those who can not take the sun or it's gift of magic and the unknown to the people. They call themselves Certus, the sins who praise the lady of the moon.
They have begun to make their move.
In a world with no boundaries, who is to say what is impossible?