Maelstorm War Status Post
Jan 25, 2013 6:18:52 GMT -5
Post by Northen Light36 on Jan 25, 2013 6:18:52 GMT -5
Maelstrom was no stranger to war. Her people were born and raised in war's violence far more often then in the gentle hands of peace, and they lived their lives accordingly.
Their homes and buildings were built with defence and strength in mind, using the best their owners could afford. As a result, even the homes of the poor were usually still standing after a conflict, even if they were in need of serious repair, and those of the nobility looked as though they'd merely weathered a storm.
Not today though. Zephrion and Akkarei had done the unthinkable and shattered the city that most had believed would out last her people. Even the royal palace was not without damage and the streets lay covered with rubble and the blood of the dead. Nowhere was untouched, the landscape was forever changed.
The tomes and private graveyards of the nobility, once a show of family pride and honour, had proven deadly as those resting there had been risen from their graves by the foul power of the demons.
But it was not only the city which was damaged by the demons. Her people were wounded far more deeply then they'd been by any war before this. Their honoured dead, their history and pride, had been turned against them, forcing children to fight the ruined remains of the very men they'd raised to want to emulate. And when the dead had finally fallen again, the remains lay in jumbles of bones – so many skeletons whose families would never be able to recognise to return to their rest.
Those who could be, the newer dead, they were returned to their families. The others could only be laid out in a mass grave in what had once been the graveyard of the lower classes, nameless for now until a memorial could be raised, in an action that went against the very deepest teachings of their tradition and culture. Standing in the ruins of their past glory, there was not a single Storm in Maelstrom who didn't feel a sense of loss and despair.
Where would they go from here?
Their homes and buildings were built with defence and strength in mind, using the best their owners could afford. As a result, even the homes of the poor were usually still standing after a conflict, even if they were in need of serious repair, and those of the nobility looked as though they'd merely weathered a storm.
Not today though. Zephrion and Akkarei had done the unthinkable and shattered the city that most had believed would out last her people. Even the royal palace was not without damage and the streets lay covered with rubble and the blood of the dead. Nowhere was untouched, the landscape was forever changed.
The tomes and private graveyards of the nobility, once a show of family pride and honour, had proven deadly as those resting there had been risen from their graves by the foul power of the demons.
But it was not only the city which was damaged by the demons. Her people were wounded far more deeply then they'd been by any war before this. Their honoured dead, their history and pride, had been turned against them, forcing children to fight the ruined remains of the very men they'd raised to want to emulate. And when the dead had finally fallen again, the remains lay in jumbles of bones – so many skeletons whose families would never be able to recognise to return to their rest.
Those who could be, the newer dead, they were returned to their families. The others could only be laid out in a mass grave in what had once been the graveyard of the lower classes, nameless for now until a memorial could be raised, in an action that went against the very deepest teachings of their tradition and culture. Standing in the ruins of their past glory, there was not a single Storm in Maelstrom who didn't feel a sense of loss and despair.
Where would they go from here?
