Post by Your Mother on Jan 8, 2015 9:55:15 GMT
well, I don't know how many of us fancy ourselves writers beyond just rping, but I thought I'd make a thread for us. I want to show a little bit of writing, but I also am curious about the writing of others.
From a book I am wanting to write:
To you, one who's world only knows one magic – the magic of childbirth. To you I write. I do this so that you may know of my people, even if one day we should all cease to exist. I know not what you call yourselves, or your world, But I am (insert name here). I am Alleran, my world is called Alleria.
I will admit that I'm not a scholar, and I'm not the best story teller either. I have no idea what to tell those who are not born of Alleria. But since you lack magic, I guess that's as good a start as any.
Our world is old, and only the most studious scholars amongst us Alleren know how long we have walked along side it. There is knowledge much more accessible to the general public though, and that is the knowledge of magic and its history.
It is said that every once in a great while, the planet must replenish itself. It must go through a time of death and hardship. It is said to have happened many times before the Alleren were created, and it must continue to happen to maintain the harmony of all things. For many ages, the Alleren were masters of the world. We planted and harvested crops, hunted and foraged as we needed. And in the grind of our daily lives, there was no common force of nature that we could not adapt to and overcome. But when time had run its course, and the planet had to replenish itself, we found the hardship more than we could bare. Thousands and thousands died. There was not enough time or space in each village to keep up with the burials, and all but the fittest and most clever would fall.
So, our ancestors, fearing for their future and for that of any oncoming generations, went to the force we call 'Natair'- a being who is said to be the source of all materials and energy, our god. It was when our ancestors visited Natair, that they were told of the Replenishing, and it became clear to them that there was nothing they could do until it was over. So, we asked for help, and together with Natair, we came up with an agreement that would benefit us so that we could continue to do our best to thrive and keep going on through the generations.
For us Alleren, Natair created “The Source”, an invisible river of magic that flows through all living things. We were allowed to use from The Source freely, though he warned us, every use would come with a price. Even so, we used from The Source and created our own kind of magics. These magics, fall under several different names. There are the Creative magics, they create materials and effects straight from The Source. There are the Additive magics, they give attributes to material that already exists. (forgot the name of this magic) manipulates the shape and form of material that already exists.
And then there's the Alpha magic- a name that umbrellas all life, death, and healing magics. For all but the Alpha magic, the price of using it is seemingly random but also appropriate to the amount of Source used. The Alpha magic is special though. For these types of magics, Natair laid down very specific prices to be payed. If you use a spell of death, you give up your life. If you use a spell to give someone life, you also give up your life. And if you heal someone, you gain their wounds.
It has been ten millenia since our ancestors made the pact with Natair, and many things have changed. Magic, which at first was used for the benefit of all, has many times been wielded by the wrong hands. Even as The Replenishing relented, there were hard times brought on by the greedy and those that sought power. This, combined with the costs of using magic, have made many weary of any willing to use it. Now today, it is outlawed to use the great power that was once given to us for our own good by the ever-loving Natair.
From a book I am wanting to write:
To you, one who's world only knows one magic – the magic of childbirth. To you I write. I do this so that you may know of my people, even if one day we should all cease to exist. I know not what you call yourselves, or your world, But I am (insert name here). I am Alleran, my world is called Alleria.
I will admit that I'm not a scholar, and I'm not the best story teller either. I have no idea what to tell those who are not born of Alleria. But since you lack magic, I guess that's as good a start as any.
Our world is old, and only the most studious scholars amongst us Alleren know how long we have walked along side it. There is knowledge much more accessible to the general public though, and that is the knowledge of magic and its history.
It is said that every once in a great while, the planet must replenish itself. It must go through a time of death and hardship. It is said to have happened many times before the Alleren were created, and it must continue to happen to maintain the harmony of all things. For many ages, the Alleren were masters of the world. We planted and harvested crops, hunted and foraged as we needed. And in the grind of our daily lives, there was no common force of nature that we could not adapt to and overcome. But when time had run its course, and the planet had to replenish itself, we found the hardship more than we could bare. Thousands and thousands died. There was not enough time or space in each village to keep up with the burials, and all but the fittest and most clever would fall.
So, our ancestors, fearing for their future and for that of any oncoming generations, went to the force we call 'Natair'- a being who is said to be the source of all materials and energy, our god. It was when our ancestors visited Natair, that they were told of the Replenishing, and it became clear to them that there was nothing they could do until it was over. So, we asked for help, and together with Natair, we came up with an agreement that would benefit us so that we could continue to do our best to thrive and keep going on through the generations.
For us Alleren, Natair created “The Source”, an invisible river of magic that flows through all living things. We were allowed to use from The Source freely, though he warned us, every use would come with a price. Even so, we used from The Source and created our own kind of magics. These magics, fall under several different names. There are the Creative magics, they create materials and effects straight from The Source. There are the Additive magics, they give attributes to material that already exists. (forgot the name of this magic) manipulates the shape and form of material that already exists.
And then there's the Alpha magic- a name that umbrellas all life, death, and healing magics. For all but the Alpha magic, the price of using it is seemingly random but also appropriate to the amount of Source used. The Alpha magic is special though. For these types of magics, Natair laid down very specific prices to be payed. If you use a spell of death, you give up your life. If you use a spell to give someone life, you also give up your life. And if you heal someone, you gain their wounds.
It has been ten millenia since our ancestors made the pact with Natair, and many things have changed. Magic, which at first was used for the benefit of all, has many times been wielded by the wrong hands. Even as The Replenishing relented, there were hard times brought on by the greedy and those that sought power. This, combined with the costs of using magic, have made many weary of any willing to use it. Now today, it is outlawed to use the great power that was once given to us for our own good by the ever-loving Natair.