Post by guest on Aug 2, 2007 9:27:26 GMT -6
Faith has dwindled in the world as the age of technology is swiftly climbing. The areas of lesser and weaker belief in the stories of old have seen troubled times they never imagined. The world that only children see, the world of the things of imagination, has begun to cripple, and is slowly becoming a colorless, mirthless place. But not everywhere has it come to ruin.
In the heart of Europe, the richest location of the stories of old, lies the city of Izaeox where antiquitous creatures still flourish and thrive. The city bustles with the love and faith and deep-running joy of the world's fondness of their tales, and has become the last hope for all the denizens of the planet's mythologies. Its still-bright future has turned a thousand hopeful eyes upon it, and without hesitation, the more unfortunate creatures of forgotten tales have set off for Izaeox's white, sandy shores.
From Asia to the Americas, the immigrants have arrived. For a time, they were welcomed after a sudden economic boom for Izaeox, and the city gained such popularity that the migration didn't stop. Practically overrun with occupants that were not its own, Izaeox fell into disrepair. Its most faithful citizens wanted their city back the way it was. And they made that known. Protests and raids occurred against the strangers until the victims could take it no longer.
An uprising against the Old Dominion - the given name of the native movement - was swift, and the New Dominion fighters were growing in numbers. They could only grow and do so much, however, while the Old Dominion supporters are the only ones in power. New Dominion members are under constant scrutiny and fear, prone to any attack the Old Dominion dares to make. Strikes have occurred in Izaeox square by both factions, and the city has seen its first acts of terrorism from either side. Whispers exist of a third party to dispel the opposing sides, but there has been neither hide nor hair of them so far. And if they do show their ugly faces, they will not be welcomed by the Old Domnion. Not at all.
After several years of tension, it is on the verge of war.
Join the factions of Izaeox at ;;d e c a d e n c e.
In the heart of Europe, the richest location of the stories of old, lies the city of Izaeox where antiquitous creatures still flourish and thrive. The city bustles with the love and faith and deep-running joy of the world's fondness of their tales, and has become the last hope for all the denizens of the planet's mythologies. Its still-bright future has turned a thousand hopeful eyes upon it, and without hesitation, the more unfortunate creatures of forgotten tales have set off for Izaeox's white, sandy shores.
From Asia to the Americas, the immigrants have arrived. For a time, they were welcomed after a sudden economic boom for Izaeox, and the city gained such popularity that the migration didn't stop. Practically overrun with occupants that were not its own, Izaeox fell into disrepair. Its most faithful citizens wanted their city back the way it was. And they made that known. Protests and raids occurred against the strangers until the victims could take it no longer.
An uprising against the Old Dominion - the given name of the native movement - was swift, and the New Dominion fighters were growing in numbers. They could only grow and do so much, however, while the Old Dominion supporters are the only ones in power. New Dominion members are under constant scrutiny and fear, prone to any attack the Old Dominion dares to make. Strikes have occurred in Izaeox square by both factions, and the city has seen its first acts of terrorism from either side. Whispers exist of a third party to dispel the opposing sides, but there has been neither hide nor hair of them so far. And if they do show their ugly faces, they will not be welcomed by the Old Domnion. Not at all.
After several years of tension, it is on the verge of war.
Join the factions of Izaeox at ;;d e c a d e n c e.