Post by Nikkayla on Sept 10, 2010 17:46:18 GMT -5
It was a myth, a legend that such a land could exist. It didn't seen possible, science ruled it out but there it was, rising into existence and defying all knowledge. It was first equine shaped creatures that existed in this land, and they were the ones who first placed down lines in the sand.
There is a place where magic and mystical creatures live and breed, as bold as brass in broad daylight. A land that harbours all types of mysteries and all types of discoveries waiting to be found. Although this land has never been one of peace, there is a certain melody that calls strangers from near and far, beckoning them to step amongst the kingdoms and make their mark on the world. Whether they be suited to the traditional life of the Dalmat Kingdom, or the modern ideals of the Ilirs. Whether they join the Donietas, the firey women of the desert, or the Kushtims, the arctic bachelor stallions. In which kingdom do you belong? And how would you make a difference?
But all was changing in Liridon. Things were looking prosperous until the darkness came. It seep into every crack of existence like blood, and it tainted everything in its path. What was one strong cracked and crumbled until there was nothing left, and the darkness left devastation in its path. Afterwards, there was nothing, just the few spoiled ruins of a once glorious existence, and a reminder of the past. But there are a few that cling to life, rebuilding their homes once again, clinging to a new religion, a new faith, in hopes that the gods will not lead them astray. From the crumbled remains of society a new order comes into existence. They follow their chosen gods, and the gods carve their path.
It all happened when the Voyd, keeper of the dead, looked out across Liridon and saw peace. Determined to break the wave of serenity that had washed over the land, he sent out his people, the dead and the undead, to tear down the world. The kingdoms of Liridon fell, one by one. Elian was swallowed whole into the darkness, and the Leotrims were purged and the land was destroyed. Their inhabitants may have escaped though, running from the spreading darkness. The wolves perished in fire and ash. The humans did not escape the dark but they felt it. They were cast into an eternal night, and the sun never rose.
The Voyd did not relent. The tendrils of darkness remain now, leaving the world of Liridon in darkness. With no sun, the plants have begun to deteriorate but the great elemental gods have stepped in to keep them alive and keep the world the same, even without the sun. While they cannot stop the Voyd, they are there for their followers. They will help Liridon once again, rise to power and they will slowly undo the darkness, with the help of the inhabitants of Liridon.
Liridon is a mythical horse rpg. It is an active and friendly place, home to all those characters that didn't quite fit in anywhere else.
LIRIDON - together in darkness