Post by Audrey Thatch on Nov 17, 2003 3:38:15 GMT -5
Bacabs, a dark, cold, near lifeless world.
The few inhabitants that did live there after the apocalypse were devoid of much human emotion. They had suffered severe natural disasters - drought, and a consequent famine which, combined with the Technological counter-revolution had brought devastation and death to millions of people.
Stone was a rare commodity now, in a world where technology had led to it's own demise. Rock, when found, was used as talismans carved and exchanged for now rare luxuries such as clean water or plant matter.
There was one rock in particular which caught the eye of a child. No older than about three or four, sitting on the back of her Mother, a tall beauty, with deep cacao coloured skin.
The rock shone blue, an odd colour for a stone, cool to tough. Almost like... "water."
Years later, when the child had grown to the age of eight, she was taken by the second wave of the technological apocalypse in Bacabs. Stricken with grief, Mother captured the child's final energy streams within the stone, to preserve her daughter's life force for the rest of eternity.
Time drew on, and a series of unnatural occurraces came to pass. Patches of lively emerald green formed on top of the blue, and the first of the new races began to appear. Mother, noting these changes, treasured the rock and together with the life force already stored in the stone, she poured her soul into it. Her love, pain, rage and immacualte beauty, so this new world, free of Technological intervention, could develop.
It was the birth of her second child.
The world is ancient; silent. Only one in Bacabs truly knows about the new world. The people were free; new races dominating society as never before.
"The seas are ever wide apart,
But not too wide for water cart.
Hoist the silver sails anew
And onwards 'cross the oceans blue."
-Traditional Sea Ditty
[Extracted from the Elbenenar, The Book of Tales]
The few inhabitants that did live there after the apocalypse were devoid of much human emotion. They had suffered severe natural disasters - drought, and a consequent famine which, combined with the Technological counter-revolution had brought devastation and death to millions of people.
Stone was a rare commodity now, in a world where technology had led to it's own demise. Rock, when found, was used as talismans carved and exchanged for now rare luxuries such as clean water or plant matter.
There was one rock in particular which caught the eye of a child. No older than about three or four, sitting on the back of her Mother, a tall beauty, with deep cacao coloured skin.
The rock shone blue, an odd colour for a stone, cool to tough. Almost like... "water."
Years later, when the child had grown to the age of eight, she was taken by the second wave of the technological apocalypse in Bacabs. Stricken with grief, Mother captured the child's final energy streams within the stone, to preserve her daughter's life force for the rest of eternity.
Time drew on, and a series of unnatural occurraces came to pass. Patches of lively emerald green formed on top of the blue, and the first of the new races began to appear. Mother, noting these changes, treasured the rock and together with the life force already stored in the stone, she poured her soul into it. Her love, pain, rage and immacualte beauty, so this new world, free of Technological intervention, could develop.
It was the birth of her second child.
The world is ancient; silent. Only one in Bacabs truly knows about the new world. The people were free; new races dominating society as never before.
"The seas are ever wide apart,
But not too wide for water cart.
Hoist the silver sails anew
And onwards 'cross the oceans blue."
-Traditional Sea Ditty
[Extracted from the Elbenenar, The Book of Tales]