Post by Grimwyck on May 15, 2011 17:58:27 GMT -6
It has been said that the land of the dead is the fourth world, and that of the living is the first. But what of those between? And even, wait awaits beyond the reach of death? Do our nightmares exist on one of those planes? Do those things of lore rear their heads, and show their true faces to our world? Who are those figures trapped between the living and the dead?
There must be a reason that death has wrapped its cold fingers around your wrist and pulled you away to this place… Our world is war-torn. Werewolves and vampires fight as ever, but now some ally themselves for fear of being stabbed in the back when they least expect it. Ghosts are walking more frequently, and even Death itself has been thwarted. By whom?
Enter the Fleur de Lis, and immortal woman with the desire to destroy Death. Her minions have been slowly taking out the most dangerous of the demons and killing Dreams, even sending spies into the Fair Folks’ lairs to destroy them from the inside.
Death has but one choice: create its own army. Enter the Scythes, the chosen few that fight- no matter the cost- to preserve the balance of the Deadworld. Taken from all places, these few are bound by a promise of Eternity. And they believe they shall not fail.
Who are you, weary traveler, that you must hear my tale? Are you the last of the Fallen Angels that will fight for the peace they seek within themselves? Are you a Phoenix, ever thwarting Death, yet siding with it in this war? Are you a werewolf, fearful of persecution? Are you a simple human, wishing glory upon yourself?
Or are you the next hero of our war, the one that will tip the perfectly balanced scales. Do you dare take the challenge and rise against your enemies? Do you dare search for the evil lurking among the rest of the twisted darkness?
There must be a reason that death has wrapped its cold fingers around your wrist and pulled you away to this place… Our world is war-torn. Werewolves and vampires fight as ever, but now some ally themselves for fear of being stabbed in the back when they least expect it. Ghosts are walking more frequently, and even Death itself has been thwarted. By whom?
Enter the Fleur de Lis, and immortal woman with the desire to destroy Death. Her minions have been slowly taking out the most dangerous of the demons and killing Dreams, even sending spies into the Fair Folks’ lairs to destroy them from the inside.
Death has but one choice: create its own army. Enter the Scythes, the chosen few that fight- no matter the cost- to preserve the balance of the Deadworld. Taken from all places, these few are bound by a promise of Eternity. And they believe they shall not fail.
Who are you, weary traveler, that you must hear my tale? Are you the last of the Fallen Angels that will fight for the peace they seek within themselves? Are you a Phoenix, ever thwarting Death, yet siding with it in this war? Are you a werewolf, fearful of persecution? Are you a simple human, wishing glory upon yourself?
Or are you the next hero of our war, the one that will tip the perfectly balanced scales. Do you dare take the challenge and rise against your enemies? Do you dare search for the evil lurking among the rest of the twisted darkness?