The History of Savage Lands
Centuries ago, before the strenuous war of generations ever began, there was a beautiful land filled with life and peace. Verdent fields of grass blown with the crisp fresh air that walks across the land swiftly and slowly. The many trees rest timelessly without any disturbance in the ground, only breathing softly and watching the peaceful animals walk around in the bountyful forests. The mountainous clusters, sighing wonderfully amongst eachother. The vast creeks, rivers, and lakes, all pure and clean, devoid of any dark taint. All the animals in the forest and lands, were so peaceful and happy amongst eachtother, content with their surroundings.
But not all would remain this peaceful forever, as time does have it's wrinkles.
People started moving into this virgin land, making their territory with large towns, and victorious armies. The more people that move in, the more aware they became of their exsistance into this wonderful land. Their leaders become more greedy as they take more from the land. The animals in the forests started getting more savage as the humans took more away from the land, stripping the bountyful forests slowly of their trees. But, that was not enough to please the leaders of those guilds. They wanted more, so they started attacking eachother, starting wars with other guilds in the sole goal for domination. The lush green fields, stained with the stench of blood, the vast forest, reduced greatly by those that wanted to build upon this land. The air around the land slowly started to smell bitter from all the fighting that happens along the land.
The battles lasted generations upon generations, as the land suffers greatly from the everlasting grudges of battles. Bodies decay, rotting back into the ground, only to be strewn anew from the constant wars that happen in the fields. Animals become savage monsters from the humans, seeking only to fight for their lives. The lands that the battles had been focussed upon, are brutally scarred. Death embraces each of those scars as those fields become barren, devoid of life. The forests becomming much more darker as the monsters increase slowly. The once beautiful blue skies, slowly being strewn with dark, forbidding clouds. Lightening storms crash along the clouds and against the ground, only making the death more obvious. The once clean waters, slowly being tainted with the foreboding feeling of hatred gripping the lands. The once virgin lands, become dark and savage from all the battles between the humans. The strong control the fates of the weak on whether they live or die.
Thorughout the land, there are places where grass is vibrant, and the forests still lush. There is still hope within the generations of humans. But only you can make that difference. Control your own fate, and do what you must to win.
But not all would remain this peaceful forever, as time does have it's wrinkles.
People started moving into this virgin land, making their territory with large towns, and victorious armies. The more people that move in, the more aware they became of their exsistance into this wonderful land. Their leaders become more greedy as they take more from the land. The animals in the forests started getting more savage as the humans took more away from the land, stripping the bountyful forests slowly of their trees. But, that was not enough to please the leaders of those guilds. They wanted more, so they started attacking eachother, starting wars with other guilds in the sole goal for domination. The lush green fields, stained with the stench of blood, the vast forest, reduced greatly by those that wanted to build upon this land. The air around the land slowly started to smell bitter from all the fighting that happens along the land.
The battles lasted generations upon generations, as the land suffers greatly from the everlasting grudges of battles. Bodies decay, rotting back into the ground, only to be strewn anew from the constant wars that happen in the fields. Animals become savage monsters from the humans, seeking only to fight for their lives. The lands that the battles had been focussed upon, are brutally scarred. Death embraces each of those scars as those fields become barren, devoid of life. The forests becomming much more darker as the monsters increase slowly. The once beautiful blue skies, slowly being strewn with dark, forbidding clouds. Lightening storms crash along the clouds and against the ground, only making the death more obvious. The once clean waters, slowly being tainted with the foreboding feeling of hatred gripping the lands. The once virgin lands, become dark and savage from all the battles between the humans. The strong control the fates of the weak on whether they live or die.
Thorughout the land, there are places where grass is vibrant, and the forests still lush. There is still hope within the generations of humans. But only you can make that difference. Control your own fate, and do what you must to win.
