Post by Zodiac on Aug 29, 2009 13:32:24 GMT -5
Our Kingdom | Linking Back Board |The Pharaohs | Site Information | The Lands
FAJARAH SPECIAL FEATURES
· IC c-boxes in each land, for active RP even if not in the boards.
· An item mall to promote activity and character development.
· Inspiring writing and quotes throughout the site.
· Lands and mares can not be claimed.
· Two weeks of IC play is equal to one month in Fajarah.
As I Foretold You, Were All Spirits, And Are Melted Into Air, Into Thin Air.
We choose this route; a route of no return, a route that doomed us to be mortals with immortal powers. It's a shame we forget who we were, and take on these roles of mighty beings. Our bodies and personalities transform into what is needed to resemble a beast that has a fist with catastrophic power. We didn't mean to choose it, we were told it was our destiny, and the words from Pure Egyptian tongue, and the persuasive traditions were influential. This is how things toil in Fajarah. How life has imprisoned itself to be. No one in Fajarah is guaranteed to live the path less traveled by and the first step you take is the longest stride. At least you’re understood. Everyone has the same empathies. Come amuse yourself in what's abstruse to the universe, and in which only we a small divot on that map can ever appreciate.
Here at Fajarah we live under the rule of Gods -- Gods with elemental powers. They are much like us, but mortals with immortal powers. We call them Pharaohs. Their names being their element of ancient arabic tongue. All the residents here have been taught to worship them since birth. We know them as our saviors, rulers, and the source of our births. Without them we'd be nothing. Without them we'd have no way to live. They teach us how to live in happiness; they teach us how to live in disgust. Those who deem themselves violators against code of the Adibs ( servant to the Gods ) get killed.
Of course we can't feel the same emotions because we are all cursed unto our own elements. From the moment our lives start we decide upon which route will be our damned route. Our Gods are generous and have forever been, giving us the option of choosing between eight different elements. It's a fine gift to live under the rule of an element. To control, manipulate, live and breathe under what you've always desired. But be careful of your choice for when you choose your element you become it yourself. There is no altering your decision, there is no option of suicide to rid yourself of a wrongfully chose burden. We are mortals, with immortal powers. Only the Pharaohs can strip us of life. Only they can control what we can only go through once.
But beware here there is no after life there is only this life that's ill fated you. Once it's over you'll be cast out into an abyss of outstretching darkness. Most refer to it as being trapped inside a dream with no creativity for you've been ruined into a realm of honest, skilled darkness. You see the night sky so barren and free from stars? The blackness we are destined too swallowed them, and it's ready to feast on us. We refer to this darkness as Black Gold. It's so sweet and acidic.
Our Gods are generous but what's fairness? Our Gods never really taught us such a thing. Arabians are the royal blood, the breed that gets everything under the sun. They were blessed, and a lucky selection honorable of being purged from slavery. Egyptian land worships them from head to toe. They were the creation of the Gods here in order to create a perfect untainted sanctuary. Those who aren't of pure Arabian blood are used as slaves; they are aliens, infected mutts. How did such a disaster end up here on our Egyptian land? They are not welcome and that's why we enslave them. They are our property for we did not subscribe to a realm filled with impure catastrophes. We want it perfect, we had it perfect and we will do what we need to to sustain that perfect.