History of Blisswood
Sept 22, 2019 11:37:49 GMT -8
Post by Meds on Sept 22, 2019 11:37:49 GMT -8
The Blisswood is old. The Forest has trees that have seen millennia; the Prairies, grasses that have grown back over countless winters; even the Swamps, with their ever changing landscape, flow with the waters of one thousand rains.
This was how the forest and surrounding land stood since its creation, and how it would continue to do for many years beyond. But it had not always been so.
In a land far from what is now Blisswood, there was a valley where wolves lived in relative harmony, blessed with a magic that wound its way through all who lived there. Koa and Epicenter were two such wolves, mortal, but blessed with power from the land's magic.; however, on one fateful day, a change happened. Suddenly, the magic that had previously been a blessing, turned against the valley dwellers. It was chaos.
Then somehow, when all was said and done, Koa and Epicenter became the last living creatures there. But the land was still magical, and all of the remaining power, that which remained after the burst, latched itself onto the only living souls left. It was not peaceful...
Now gods in their own right, Koa and Epicenter set off to find a new place to call home--one that would provide its residents with as much security and sense of belonging as that which had just been destroyed. On their travels, however, they noticed that there were intelligent beasts other than wolves--equines and dragons. Why then, thought the gods, should wolves be the only creatures welcomed into the vision that they shared? Could not all three dominant species live in peace?
So it was, that when the gods came upon an unassuming piece of land, their ideas and dreams began to grow. In the beginning, all they knew was that the haven they would create was to be named Blisswood. The gods were new to power--they did not yet know their strength or how to wield it--so they took their time in making the land what it is today.
The trees in the Northwest were the first pieces that the gods created. They wanted the trees to be the oldest and wisest part of the landscape. It was dubbed the Blisswood Forest. Some parts of the wood were deep and tall, some others were left young spacious. The gods made clearings, threaded rivers, and most of all, wound pieces of their magic throughout its entirety--for all forests know of such things.
The mountains were the next to be formed, for they, too, needed an old-age wisdom in their rocky halls. It took the force of both new gods to raise the rocks from below the earth, but together they persevered. One mountain was of small-size, playing host to trees at even its highest peaks. The next mountain was larger still, with a crown of ice adorning its peak. The last of the three sister mountains was the largest in the forest, and took the most time to form. So large was it, that its majority was draped in a near-permanent layer of frost and ice.
After the gods had taken a short rest, work then commenced on the Prairies, to the East of the aging Blisswood Forest. The gods' mortal-memories of the necessity of hunting were all-too-strong. They kept the makeup of the grasses much as it had been when they had discovered the land, but made it their own in shape and form.
From there, the deserts known as the Badlands, and the rocky wastelands called the Arid Expanse were built. The two newest pieces of the land were as different as night and day, but were similar in their bleakness. The gods knew that these newest creations were harsh, but both were steadfast in their choice. All things must be reminded of their own mortality--even the land.
Then, finally, came the Swamps--for though a mortal-existence was hard and inevitably ended in death, so too was it a symbol and a reminder of new life. The gods made the Swamps to be a similar symbol--a rich and healthy environment, that would not only provide life to plants and smaller animals, but would also be a welcome respite from the harsh lands just beyond its wet borders.
As the long years stretched on, what had once been a relatively void spit of land became Blisswood: a lush escape from the brutal existence of the world outside. As well, those who had once been a pair of newly-born and unpracticed gods had become a mated-force of all-powerful and all-knowing deities. Knowledge came to Koa and Epicenter in the blink of an eye, and power with but a breath.
The wolves were the first to be allowed access into the Gods' dear Blisswood. Because, though Koa and Epicenter's ties to mortal forms were distant, they held wolves close to their hearts and within their vast memories. They knew of the values of the land they had created, and they wanted to share it first, with those who they felt closest to.
The wolves would come, and the gods would be welcoming. A pack would form under their watchful eyes. Then, the equines would come. Prey by rights, though within the Blisswood, not by law. Those with hooves were as welcome to a safe and abundant life as those with paws. From there, the dragons, for the gods knew that they should have the same benefits and opportunities as the others--vengeful and angry beasts though they were.
They gods knew that dragons in Blisswood could grow to mature their breath weapons--some would keep their fiery ways, but still others could gain breaths of ice or even of poison. And so, to lessen the dragons' potentially-deadly impact on their beloved land, the gods clipped the very breath within them. Because of the Gods' foresight, no matter what the dragons grew to be gifted with, nothing would come to harm the land. A fire-dragon could attempt to burn a tree until it died of old age, but that tree would still sleep in the winter, and come alive during spring.
No mortal had the power to truly affect the way the land around them moved, and Koa and Epicenter intended to keep it thus.
And then, once all creatures had arrived, the gods would withdraw.
To the forested river, the gods would go, and would rarely walk among the mortals again. Though their subjects could still come to them, of course, with problems or with requests of great power. But the gods were to be sought--they would not seek.
It had taken hundreds of years to make the land into what it was, and the gods wished to dwell within their precious creation and rest. They would keep an eye on the inhabitants beyond, but would do so from afar. They had made the Blisswood, and had invited the mortals to come.
Now it could all unfold.
This was how the forest and surrounding land stood since its creation, and how it would continue to do for many years beyond. But it had not always been so.
In a land far from what is now Blisswood, there was a valley where wolves lived in relative harmony, blessed with a magic that wound its way through all who lived there. Koa and Epicenter were two such wolves, mortal, but blessed with power from the land's magic.; however, on one fateful day, a change happened. Suddenly, the magic that had previously been a blessing, turned against the valley dwellers. It was chaos.
Then somehow, when all was said and done, Koa and Epicenter became the last living creatures there. But the land was still magical, and all of the remaining power, that which remained after the burst, latched itself onto the only living souls left. It was not peaceful...
Now gods in their own right, Koa and Epicenter set off to find a new place to call home--one that would provide its residents with as much security and sense of belonging as that which had just been destroyed. On their travels, however, they noticed that there were intelligent beasts other than wolves--equines and dragons. Why then, thought the gods, should wolves be the only creatures welcomed into the vision that they shared? Could not all three dominant species live in peace?
So it was, that when the gods came upon an unassuming piece of land, their ideas and dreams began to grow. In the beginning, all they knew was that the haven they would create was to be named Blisswood. The gods were new to power--they did not yet know their strength or how to wield it--so they took their time in making the land what it is today.
The trees in the Northwest were the first pieces that the gods created. They wanted the trees to be the oldest and wisest part of the landscape. It was dubbed the Blisswood Forest. Some parts of the wood were deep and tall, some others were left young spacious. The gods made clearings, threaded rivers, and most of all, wound pieces of their magic throughout its entirety--for all forests know of such things.
The mountains were the next to be formed, for they, too, needed an old-age wisdom in their rocky halls. It took the force of both new gods to raise the rocks from below the earth, but together they persevered. One mountain was of small-size, playing host to trees at even its highest peaks. The next mountain was larger still, with a crown of ice adorning its peak. The last of the three sister mountains was the largest in the forest, and took the most time to form. So large was it, that its majority was draped in a near-permanent layer of frost and ice.
After the gods had taken a short rest, work then commenced on the Prairies, to the East of the aging Blisswood Forest. The gods' mortal-memories of the necessity of hunting were all-too-strong. They kept the makeup of the grasses much as it had been when they had discovered the land, but made it their own in shape and form.
From there, the deserts known as the Badlands, and the rocky wastelands called the Arid Expanse were built. The two newest pieces of the land were as different as night and day, but were similar in their bleakness. The gods knew that these newest creations were harsh, but both were steadfast in their choice. All things must be reminded of their own mortality--even the land.
Then, finally, came the Swamps--for though a mortal-existence was hard and inevitably ended in death, so too was it a symbol and a reminder of new life. The gods made the Swamps to be a similar symbol--a rich and healthy environment, that would not only provide life to plants and smaller animals, but would also be a welcome respite from the harsh lands just beyond its wet borders.
As the long years stretched on, what had once been a relatively void spit of land became Blisswood: a lush escape from the brutal existence of the world outside. As well, those who had once been a pair of newly-born and unpracticed gods had become a mated-force of all-powerful and all-knowing deities. Knowledge came to Koa and Epicenter in the blink of an eye, and power with but a breath.
The wolves were the first to be allowed access into the Gods' dear Blisswood. Because, though Koa and Epicenter's ties to mortal forms were distant, they held wolves close to their hearts and within their vast memories. They knew of the values of the land they had created, and they wanted to share it first, with those who they felt closest to.
The wolves would come, and the gods would be welcoming. A pack would form under their watchful eyes. Then, the equines would come. Prey by rights, though within the Blisswood, not by law. Those with hooves were as welcome to a safe and abundant life as those with paws. From there, the dragons, for the gods knew that they should have the same benefits and opportunities as the others--vengeful and angry beasts though they were.
They gods knew that dragons in Blisswood could grow to mature their breath weapons--some would keep their fiery ways, but still others could gain breaths of ice or even of poison. And so, to lessen the dragons' potentially-deadly impact on their beloved land, the gods clipped the very breath within them. Because of the Gods' foresight, no matter what the dragons grew to be gifted with, nothing would come to harm the land. A fire-dragon could attempt to burn a tree until it died of old age, but that tree would still sleep in the winter, and come alive during spring.
No mortal had the power to truly affect the way the land around them moved, and Koa and Epicenter intended to keep it thus.
And then, once all creatures had arrived, the gods would withdraw.
To the forested river, the gods would go, and would rarely walk among the mortals again. Though their subjects could still come to them, of course, with problems or with requests of great power. But the gods were to be sought--they would not seek.
It had taken hundreds of years to make the land into what it was, and the gods wished to dwell within their precious creation and rest. They would keep an eye on the inhabitants beyond, but would do so from afar. They had made the Blisswood, and had invited the mortals to come.
Now it could all unfold.