Amidst the dark chaos it beheld in disorder, order met with the light. Light brought order, to be met with the darkness, and to its end. Ends met a new beginning- as it must – and the beginning of a world shrouded by myths and magic; Zodia’s creation.
The world- Horo’s Cope.
Long ago, twelve beings roamed the earth. Descendants of god, archangels, the Aethers.
They set out to the vast land- having met many but yet itself, a bare infant without mappings nor formation- and so a mapmaker they became, and a ruler of creation. Times long passed, telling of the ownership of lands they proclaimed. And named after each, was a state.
Named after each, a constellation.
And within the stars and core of each kingdom, names live on.
Each kingdom now stands with their emblems perched high in ruling grace, looking down from the skies above. Names are still bared in honour- be the myth a truth and be aught that lives in the Cope evidence.
And of these legends, songs told, poems sung, whatever it must be-
The next tale sets itself by the feet of two travellers, footsteps intertwining- marks the imprints of scarlet against marble walls, maps of lands forgotten, and ink across pages. So as scavengers must scavenge, travellers travel, discoverers discover, thieves steal, murderers strew corpses, rulers rule what they can and must -
So as the living die, pawns play, and the living left live on
- the stars tell the fate of fate played.
Esterbridge, the chief village of the Kingdom of Aries.
The first footstep, footprint, drop of blood, river marked, and inked word -
Follow us, as our act begins here as it ended off last.