Post by LDF Admin on May 25, 2007 1:18:12 GMT
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The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten whan the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the third age by some, and Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Sea of Storms. The wind was not the begining. There are neither beginings nor end endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a begining.
North the wind blew past the drowned land to the spot where Steading Shangtia once stood but now there is nothing but burned plants and mounds of ashes. The wind then turned east passing the ruins of Tear and then north passing over the many ruins that now skirted most of the land. The wind then changed directions heading strait for Cairhein. It passed through plains and over small houses to the very spot on a pier where Rand Al'thor had been dragged away be Lanfear. Since then nothing had been the same since then and now that the Darkone had been free only the resistance could help.
The wind then turned northwest traveling past many places and through many ruins. It then entered the blight and kept going faster and faster bast the blasted lands to the place where all this began Shyol Ghul. This is where the Darkone now gouverns the world leaving most untouched as long as they obey him. The wind changed directions south towards Andor once again growing in speed. It passed the once great capitol now going west toward a sanctuary. Here is where the resistance is naming themself the People of the Creator they now live in a fortress of their own design. And even though the Taint has been clensed by the very being who made it will they be able to stop the evil that has plagued the world.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten whan the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the third age by some, and Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Sea of Storms. The wind was not the begining. There are neither beginings nor end endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a begining.
North the wind blew past the drowned land to the spot where Steading Shangtia once stood but now there is nothing but burned plants and mounds of ashes. The wind then turned east passing the ruins of Tear and then north passing over the many ruins that now skirted most of the land. The wind then changed directions heading strait for Cairhein. It passed through plains and over small houses to the very spot on a pier where Rand Al'thor had been dragged away be Lanfear. Since then nothing had been the same since then and now that the Darkone had been free only the resistance could help.
The wind then turned northwest traveling past many places and through many ruins. It then entered the blight and kept going faster and faster bast the blasted lands to the place where all this began Shyol Ghul. This is where the Darkone now gouverns the world leaving most untouched as long as they obey him. The wind changed directions south towards Andor once again growing in speed. It passed the once great capitol now going west toward a sanctuary. Here is where the resistance is naming themself the People of the Creator they now live in a fortress of their own design. And even though the Taint has been clensed by the very being who made it will they be able to stop the evil that has plagued the world.
