Post by Capt. Squirrel on Dec 14, 2012 1:16:15 GMT -5
AMBROSIA
"A.E. 2060 The world shall fall to ruin as Maxwell cleanses the land." The legendary source of all things, Mana, became corrupted by the wiles of the Goddess Maxwell—a being strung together in Ambrosia, the Center of the World. The Ancients foresaw the destruction of Yumiris, and sealed the malevolent goddess deep within the core of the world.
And, as Gnome's ground trembled and stirred, the oceans dried, and fire bubbled from the land, they vanished from Yumiris—leaving only their descendants, now left to prosper in the ruins that once were great feats of magictechnology and human ingenuity. From the bones of the Old Yumiris rose new nations, left to war over the disappearing Catalysts and dying magic that protects them from the unstable powers of Mana. The premonitions of a land torn in two by Maxwell went forgotten and became jokes and astrology, kingdoms thriving for centuries even as Ragnarok and Baseem fell.
The Ancients would stay mythical figures until a second magitech revolution, booming in 2058. Magicians began to talk then, of the mechanical insides of their world and of Veritas, the cage where Maxwell still sleeps. And so it goes that a strange ship fell into the jungles of Illeia, soon pursued by the countries of the Guilds and the Empire. It carried a girl—snowy hair, electric eyes and nearly aglow in the dark—said to be the voice of the Ancients. "Everything shall be purged, and none spared the anger of the Goddess."
And, as Gnome's ground trembled and stirred, the oceans dried, and fire bubbled from the land, they vanished from Yumiris—leaving only their descendants, now left to prosper in the ruins that once were great feats of magictechnology and human ingenuity. From the bones of the Old Yumiris rose new nations, left to war over the disappearing Catalysts and dying magic that protects them from the unstable powers of Mana. The premonitions of a land torn in two by Maxwell went forgotten and became jokes and astrology, kingdoms thriving for centuries even as Ragnarok and Baseem fell.
The Ancients would stay mythical figures until a second magitech revolution, booming in 2058. Magicians began to talk then, of the mechanical insides of their world and of Veritas, the cage where Maxwell still sleeps. And so it goes that a strange ship fell into the jungles of Illeia, soon pursued by the countries of the Guilds and the Empire. It carried a girl—snowy hair, electric eyes and nearly aglow in the dark—said to be the voice of the Ancients. "Everything shall be purged, and none spared the anger of the Goddess."