Title: Mother Night
Description: A BJT Roleplay
MN Admin - January 19, 2007 02:32 PM (GMT)
The story of an extraordinary Queen who gave everything she had to destroy the Taint has become a folk legend, spoken of in select regions of Kaeleer. Most who now whisper of this Queen, Witch, speak of her with fear and longing in their hearts, for times are not well in the lands she once ruled over as Queen of Ebon Askavi. She is gone, as is the darkest bloodline in the Realms: the SaDiablos. No one truly remembers if they ever existed, or if they are another of the myths and legends of the Blood.
It has been countless thousands of years since Witch last walked the Realms. The Taint was destroyed, yes, but from the ashes it is reborn. Twisted and cold, those who are the Tainted have spun their pretty poison until many willingly accept it. Those who follow the old ways of the Blood are a minority, and they guard their ways jealously and with great dedication.
The Shadow Realm, Kaeleer, had long been a sanctuary against these twisted ways in the past, but now it is the breeding ground. Where once there stood a land in twilight, gentle and deep in the old ways, lays a land in turmoil, torn asunder by a poison that kills the heart and corrupts the people.
Terreille, the Realm of Light, has not gone untouched, but the poison here is weaker. More here still follow the old ways. More here are untouched, but not all.
In Terreille the taint grows in the desert, deep in the salt mines and adorned in the gold from the north. Katherina Jutte is a middle-aged Queen, but her grip on Pruul is failing quickly as civil war tears through her land. She feels the tear of the soldier's boot like a knife; they use Craft and mundane weapons to kill and beat down those loyal to her. At the head of these renegades is Alexander Kriemhild, a fairly young commander with an eye to gain power. His ideals may not all be corrupt, but he is not a kind or honorable man.
While Pruul is being torn apart by civil war, the rest of Terreille is slowly dying of the same taint, the same pretty poison.
Kaeleer is worse. In the land that has always mirrored the Realm of Light, there walks another whose path has yet to be decided, whose fate will lead them to destroy or create, to war or to dance.
In Realms where Witch, the Sadist, the Prick, and the High Priest no longer walk, where will the people turn? Only Mother Night? knows.