The World of Osith
Long ago the world was made by the powers of two races who existed out of reality with the rest of the universe. One race was known as "Gods" and were great beasts of enormus size and power and they had created the world itself. Hundreds of feet long with long necks and tails and massive wings, covered in scales on every inch they were worshipped by the eastern half of the world. The other race known as "Demons" resembled the people which inhabited the world, and it is said they created those races who now inhabit the world as it is today. They looked like people, except with feathery wings sprouting from their back an a curved horn protruding form the midddle of their forehead, they were worshipped on the western side of the world. The world existed for a long time in relative peace and harmony, it's people living happy lives and worshipping those who gave them live.
It started off small. A person here...a person there. A young man or a woman rebellious enough to denounce their worshipping of a power they had never seen. The resistance to this was enormous and in most places those people were thrown in jail or put to death immediately. However, as is usual, when you try to put down rebels with such force you make them martyrs. More and more began appear to denounce the Gods and Demons they worshipped. The revolution snowballed and within a year of a the first denouncements a Holy War had broken out over the world. The Easterners versus the Westerners.
The war that followed for years and years was by far the most destructive in history. Man against man and God against Demon the war ravaged. People who worshipped Gods or Demons with their lives were granted magic and used it in battle. Gods and Demons came to the people and led massive armies against one another. The death toll was in the billions of people and no place upon the earth had gone untouched by the war. It was coming down to a massive battle between both sides and so the forces against each other began to gather for the final battle. The met, coincidentally, along the exact center of the world. The border they had imagined separated west from east. All along it from one end of the world to the other their forces lined up, the remaining Gods behind there people and the remaining Demons behind theirs.
The battle began with the call of a single trumpet from both sides and the people surged forth crying death for their enemies. The Gods and Demons took to the sky and began to battle their over their people. For hours upon hours the battle raged with neither side gaining an advantage. Finally, the being who created the Gods and Demons could no longer sit back and watch and hope for the best. It had to intervene and with one bold stroke it stopped the war in its tracks completely. The only item it carried, a huge black bladed scythe, was lifted and the tip plunged into the top of the world and pulled down to the bottom rending the world in two. The people, the Gods and the Demons screamed in terror as the blade passed cleaving a huge rent in between the two side of the battle. The two halves quickly drifted away from each other the in between filling with the ocean.
When the panic had passed the world was changed forever and now sat in two halves. The Western Continent and it's people and the Eastern continent and it's people. The Gods and Demons were nowhere to be seen. Slowly the people began to go back to their homes. They had no enemy to fight and no powers to worship. The years slowly passed and both sides rebuilt themselves to their peaceful prosperity once more. More years passed which turned into centuries and the Great War....the Gods and the Demons...all were forgotten by the people.
The Being, however, did not forget and to this day has not forgotten. It brought the remaining Gods and Demons before it and there it gave out punishment to them. The Gods, so proud and so confident that they were in the right, had their wings taken from them and were sent down to live on the world. The Demons, so arrogant and manipulative, had their horns taken from them and were also sent to the world to live. Both were to remain there until they repented and made up for the massive amount of destruction they had caused. This was, however, a fool's errand as it has been eons since the Great War, the Gods and Demons still live among the people, who do not know their true nature. The penance for forgiveness has been forgotten by the Gods and by the Demons as well. The Being knew the futility of its sentance, but it still stands and so the Gods and the Demons have a chance, however small, to reclaim their power.
In the vast expanse of years that follow the Sentence, the people of the world moved on and lived their own lives. The Gods and Demons were still worshipped, but not to the extent as before. Countries and Nations rose and fell and new one rose and fell as the years dragged on. Now in the present the world sits at relative peace once again, but will it remain or will the events of history, which have been forgotten, repeat themselves.
This is an RP world played in a Private Room on WBS which is an chat line on the net. If you wish to apply to play in this room please email me at [email protected] and I will get back to you as soon as possible.
