Elementis Temple

[Lily]

Elementis Temple: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
a lj smith rpg

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♥ canons ♥ rules ♥ plot ♥

A few decades before the ‘Final Darkness’ is to come, three out of the four Wild Powers have been found, but the fourth still eludes the Nightworld’s clutches. As the new millennium draws closer, many have found soulmates in each other, as well as humans. Forbidden laws are being broken each day, and new powers arise with each Nightworlder. They say the Old Powers are acting up, that they’re rising again.

But they’ve all forgotten the truth in the old legend, for it has become nothing more than a silly bedtime story to the little witches, lamia, and shifters of the Nightworld. The Old Powers were once people, just like you and I. They were witches born into great power, able to harness the powers of the elements. They once ruled a kingdom of witches and humans and all other Nightworlders alike. They were revered, but they were flawed beyond their people.

For Fire, imperious and passionate, fell in love with Air. She desired to possess the cool and calculating prince, but he only had eyes for his sister of not only power, but blood as well. Earth, gentle and compassionate, if not a little lazy, would always remain oblivious, only to be caught in a battle of jealousy and rage. Fire lashed out, and Earth fell. Air’s rage and grief was inconsolable, and he soon sought to kill Fire in revenge. Each Old Power was equal to one another, and though they held great power, they had their limits, their weaknesses, and they were far from invincible. They could not outmatch each other, and soon Fire and Air fell at the hands of one another’s power.

Alone was Water, driven to madness by his grief, stricken by the destruction between his kin and amongst their kingdom. He was left to put out the flames, to console the few of the kingdom left alive. But upon the assurance that they would live on to breed many generations, he soon let his own power destroy him. And as he fell upon his death, he prayed that one day, far off in the future of their lands, that his kin would be reborn again, and that they would learn to live in harmony once again.

But as the Nightworld believes the Old Powers to merely be a force, each Power has been reborn. They have grown as human children, slowly discovering each talent they innately control. Earth, Air, Fire and Water were once again whole and breathing. But they have yet to remember their true power, or their true and savage history. They have yet to awaken fully, though they still bear the same qualities of personality, the same power locked within them.

But to ascend, they must unite again, to fully awaken, they must find their soulmates. But to learn from their past mistakes… well, that is a different lesson altogether, and one they have yet to learn.