Setting And Description
[ This is an open character role play... I hold no themes but this world is not the current world of Gaia... When you walk through that portal you are on a new plane of existence known as Vexa, where my character Ertai Vexic resides. Anything you can imagine exists here, if you wish to role play a tavern or go to war with someone feel free too. Also if you wish to get involved with my character Ertai Vexic just make yourself known and I will be there. I know many things and can show you all wondrous ideas. Join my epic story of Ertai Vexic.
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The Gate Into Eternity:
The land was so cold and barren, one would say desolate... Riddled with snow and the colds winds of misery that seemed to haunt this area from a land far beyond that of Gaia. The winds swept around this barren area and the small razor like snowflakes danced to a most haunting of melodies... Pale blue light just seemed to flicker softly from what looked to be a tear in the reality of Gaia, a portal maybe... Or something even greater... As the light danced and grew in brightness a melody could be heard, only by those who can hear deep within their soul... Each note sent a chill through the air, your soul, life itself... Each note made that pale light flicker brighter with darkness, smoldering deep inside. This was a song of sorrow, a song of time long forgotten... The haunting hymn of evil itself. It was a heartbeat... That last bit of humanity left inside even the most evil of souls... But was this just a remnant of what was?
Fluttering light... So pale... So cold, why have you never seen the end of time?
Through the light a single black orb flutters, like a giant eye, the pupil so dark, masked behind the beauty of that pale ice blue. The orb moves in sequence to your eyes, watching, waiting for the soul to come to light. Maybe this land was haunted? Maybe... Or could it just be that the presence of this God from another time disturbed your world Gaia? Or maybe it was the land that had disturbed the God...
Soft innocent song... Each cry from that note makes that blue light deepen and glow.
Snow... More snow dances from the sky, like tiny razorblades they dance across the skin, cutting you with feeling so deep under the skin. Nothing but this portal stands in the snow barren lands.
The music box melody will only carry with it the strongest of souls.
The Fields Of Memories, That path to beyond:
Beyond the gates of awe beauty runs deep... Beauty of the most golden of suns, the darkest of sky, like being trapped in sepia tone... Meadows of golden grain reflecting in the shining light, epic clouds in scale tear through the sky contrasting the black sky. Warm winds blow from all directions, taking your heart into account and the purity of your soul. The winds come from the minds of the fallen, testing your will each and every time, search and seek and you will find all desires and nightmares.
Golden winds of truth and lies...
In the center of this endless golden meadow stands a towering tree, gnarled roots sprawling for the light, as if it was starving from it... This tree was a tree of knowledge, unlike the common christian God of a world far beyond, this tree spoke to the soul and mind, each voice spoke in riddles and lies, truths and tales... Each word would grant you insight to what you are as a being... Come here to find that secret that has come to pass...
The meadows are endless, blowing winds to your destiny...
Each wind... Takes your breath away...
To Follow The North Winds...
The City Of Sin... No man can name it...
Streets paved with gold, feeding to those who seek through the path of greed... Anything you desire can be found here... Shimmering under that golden sky, the streets of gold are washed with the blood of those who have lost control of their soul... Blood so black... So vile...
Through these streets you will see sins unlike that of any world, punishment dished out by black clad figures with eyes as cold as ice. These figures are the Incarnates of the God in this world, each one holding what looked to be a book, black as coal and inscribed with a glowing blue ink like substance, each one will come to collect the souls of anyone who trades their life for power... These soulless beings are known as "The Protected" and are granted the blessing of Vexic...
Streets of blood and gold...
In the center of the city rips from the earth a large black building clad in glass... Reflecting the golden sun through tinted lenses down upon the streets below, giving this city a crimson glow at dusk, gold and crimson... Greed and lust...
This tower rips through the sky above, clouds circle it and become like that of smoke, dancing up and down it burning the air up in beautiful oranges and reds, like that passion of vanity and wrath... This tower was the central nerve center of all of this Gods business, all records and memories, souls and wealth he has he keeps here, passing through him at all times, one would say it was just a projection of his existence on this world at all times. No one may enter this glorious tower unless their soul is offered, this will ensure both the God and the mortal that he/she is accepted as a Protected being in the eye of this God.
This city is many things... This city of sin... No man could ever name...
To Follow The South Winds...
Dark smoldering fire storms...
The south is a parched and barren landscape, no sun can be found... Yet light lingers on... In this aspect of the world the only thing that can be seen is that large black tower in that city of sin... Reflecting that crimson light...
The sky flashes orange and red, showing fire rolling through the clouds like lightning in the normal worlds, this fire beats down on any who cross this desert of nightmares and wrath... This desert holds the many arenas of combat used to display the war games of this God... Each arena holds a special kind of combat, to ensure all who fight different each get an equal shot at a fair and balanced fight...
South winds bring pain... Loss and vanity...
To Follow The East Winds...
Sunset splintering the horizon as all that was once cold and dead was washed away... Washed away by the oceans of time, endless sea of water that stretches out to the edge of this plane of existence. Aqua and azure wash through the eyes as the Palace of Vexic stands towering up from the center of this ocean... Beautiful sand rolls across the ends of the waves building coast line... Beautiful oceans so deep with life... Beautiful minds come to be once more... Travel east for the mind...
To Follow The West Winds...
Winds of the west bring with it adventure... Peace and commerce... The winds of the west cannot be understood... Deep in the forest of nothing, trees and animals from all forms live... Wondrous creations from his own mind, things from dreams, nightmares and desires all live here... The mind holds the key to creation... Anything the mind can fathom it will be present... Be warned... Your mind holds no loyalty to your body...
The tavern... A large wooden building looking to be ran down... Inside a smoldering fire and dark lighting mask the many souls that drink and eat... Secrets to be told and friends to discover... Enemies lurk in us all... Be warned...
The winds of the west...
