So for a feeling of the history set up for the game I came up with<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Once we were a great people. <br/><br/>All the world knows this for the truth; even now they murmur of us, envy us, want to be a part of the magic that we are born of. It has always been this way. Once we ruled the earth, we gave to humans aids, sheltered them, nurtured them. It would be fair to say that we were demanding at times, and perhaps cruel in their minds. We are what we are born to be, how can a being be other?<br/><br/>Humans live and die with greed and ambition in their hearts; there is love, yes, and their intensity has often been what draws our kind to them. But humans judge us harsher for their jealousy. I stray though…<br/><br/>We gave to them, protected them and led them out of the darkness of the dawn of time. But they grew, and with that found others to replace us, turned their faces from the old ways. They made new gods, not all of them, not all at once; but enough. <br/><br/>We grew lesser, though still chosen, still blessed by the Divine that created this world. We learned to be careful, and then in our arrogance and pride some of us retreated further and further into the other planes, into our kiths and sitherns, into the mountains and the forests, the sacred wild places that remained untouched. We cared less for the humans that had spurned us, for in our pride we saw ourselves as greater. <br/><br/>We still do.<br/><br/>Only the most famous of us were known still, names of the Dadga, of Lugh and the Morrighan whispered on mortal lips. Though that is amongst those who believed the longest, those who traveled the world to seek a place their own, they were called the Celts. Once we were everywhere; you think power such as ours was confined to one lonely isle? Or even to just one continent? Ah fool, no, our touch, our roots span the vast world, in places no mortal man has yet to touch. Europe is merely were we were believed in the longest; the romance of it I suppose. Asia and Africa once worshipped, and the lands of North and South America when they were but fledging places and long. <br/><br/>That is the grace of the Lord and the Lady, our Goddess and the Green Man know no boundaries. They are all and yet none. <br/><br/>But faith died as science took over, beings faded, happy in the realm of the Pure, of the Dreams; mortals still believed in dreams and ah, what a sweetness that was, to walk in them and weave our magics. <br/><br/>We watched as fools when most of our followers turned to a new God, one that was solitary, one that neglected the Maiden, Mother and Crone. We didn’t notice until too late that this new faith would rob the Goddess so. And then we were unable to stop it fully, Christ had come, bitter as it was. <br/><br/>That is not to say my brethren disrepect or dislike Christ, after all to us he is merely another aspect of the God. It is ironic, do you find, that even that faith found a way to shift in a ‘Maiden/Mother’ figure? Blessed Virgin Mary. Our roots are deep.<br/><br/>We started to fight then, started to demand our due again. We clove destruction across the world and showed that we were still very much here. Killing with so little thought…the Dark Ages are aptly named. Our Lord and Lady rebuked us then, chastising as they had the right to do. And so we willing chosen to live in the Pure rather then in the earthly plane; for centuries we existed there, our leaders observing and planning. <br/><br/>Given our release and forgiveness when the oceans were bridged we realized that we would need to work in tandem with the mortals we had thought so little of. We were Their chosen, to safe guard their creations. Our history has been full of strife within ourselves as well, for like humans we are greedy for power, wanting always more. So we established our Kingdom’s, some to hold the old lands, but most of us chose to go to the New World as the humans’ called it. It wasn’t new to us. <br/><br/>This time we settled into the earthly world slowly, unfurling our powers and courts, establishing them. <br/><br/>And then, as the world turned toward ‘modernity’ we came into the open; let it be known there were more to the myths then just myths. Some of us were foolish, like those that got mixed up with pride and encouraged the wars in Europe, the first World War we had hoped would be the end of it. But Hilter had spent a evening in the company of the beautiful nymphs and lords of the Shinning and his elf struck mind along with the injuries done in his past twisted him and led the course of another World War. In both of those we lost, lost so many people. <br/><br/>We placed laws on ourselves, made ourselves smaller, lesser; ah the last fifty years have felt like a slow death. <br/><br/>But that is about to change, as is the squabbling for power, the grasping for more and feeling denied. The Goddess and God have seen our need, light though their touch must be they know strong rulers are needed for their people, bloodlines do not always give over the best of monarchs. <br/><br/>And so from the many kingdoms eight will be chosen. One to be the Vessel, the High Ruler, and the others each charged with ruling in a High Court over all the others on their continents. <br/><br/>How to decide those eight though….now that is another tale altogether. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>