Thread: 〖 A U R O R A 〗 [Frost / Erebus]

It all happened so suddenly, this event we call the Aurora. So suddenly that people barely had time to react to those beautiful colors spilling across the sky and the changes started... the beginning of the end. We had just enough time for the whole world to become aware it. Some of the old timers claiming to have seen day one remember clamoring to see the colors spreading across the skies, completely unaware of what effect those colors would have on the world. Looking back you can pretty easily see how much we lost... just look at the ruins in the wastes to see all that. They say humanity had great technology before it happened, cities that had been built to resist the ravages of nature and man, to stand against both natural disasters and war. Of course none of that actually mattered... the end began just as those splendid colors spilled across the night sky and there was nothing we with all our technology could do to stop it. Nowadays, we honestly know little of the history of the end of the world now anyway. History of the event is lost now, the libraries and technology that contained that information are gone forever, or perhaps kept safe in some underground bunker well away from common knowelege. What we do know is that we now live in a world radically changed and that everything our species once took for granted was lost. Hell, at least it was a beautiful apocalypse. The splendid colors of the aurora have long since warped the world we once lived in beyond recognition, the natural disasters changed much, but the reintroduction of magic into the world changed far more. Continents have moved, landmasses lost to the sea or lifted up into the air seemingly without weight, entire biomes changed and some still changing nightly under the chaotic throes of the Aurora's power. Human civilization did not stand a chance against these epic changes, and now we as a species have been reduced to scavenging the remains of the previous civilizations. There were some groups of people who have formed pockets of civilization in realms otherwise known as either Wastes or Wilds. Some survived by retreating deep underground the wealthy and powerful among them, taking their technology with them. Most of us, however, are forced to contend with living on the surface under an event that changed the rules of nature itself and the fact that we are no longer on the top of the food chain. Animals, from common vermin to great beasts of the sea were forced to adapt, and under the lights of the aurora evolved with unnatural swiftness, becoming Monsters feared even today. And now here we are... Don't even know how many years its been, some claim to have been alive when the Aurora first appeared in the sky... but people have been born into this radically changed world, raised in fear of the chaotic power of the Aurora. Some truly unlucky souls even feel it's wrath first hands. Amongst humans little has changed, we largely seem to be immune to the ambient energies that forced the changes in non-sentient creatures, the aurora has effected us in an entirely different way. Some poor fools have been directly effected by the Aurora's power, branded with strange sigils on their bodies that give them the power to unleash and even manipulate a single color in the spectrum of the Aurora. These Brands are seen as monsters, inflicted with what is both a gift and an incredible curse, with great power and limited to no ability to control it right away. The common people see only people given incredible destructive power - the ability to animate corpses, entire buildings to mud, and produce fire and ice from nothing at all. Naturally many Brands are snuffed out by forces of the underground Government and of course crazed mobs the moment they manifest, but some live longer to sell their power to those who want it, or need it. Our story begins in an area of the wastes known locally the Ice Queen's Castle... The area was rife with magic of the Cyan Hue, cold at best and frozen solid in many other places, with little life save for destructive Elementa and other beasts evolved to beat the cold, once a rather pleasant parkside business complex near the river and now a frozen hell the deeper in the zone one got. It was no surprise that this place became the lair of the Cyan Brand who gave it its' name leader of sizable group of raiders in the region. In one of the largest buildings at the edge of the Cyan Zone, the headquarters of Cyan herself the soft sound of vicious blows could be heard from outside the door of the penthouse, the sound of the Ice Queen enjoying her most recent catch - In her mind her greatest rival and the Crimson Brand. ------------- Intro done! Actual 1st Post to come!