03-31-2017, 05:34 PM
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Beqanna shifted and Sunday listened.
In her slumber she caught fleeting images of Beqanna and what it became since the new lands all those years ago. It became much like it had before - power hungry, angry, clawing over each other to rise to the top. Who cares who was left behind? No one mourned the loss.
But the earth shifted again, and this time the mist cleared more land for anyone to explore. Here it was - Sunday though - her opportunity.
She was sick of the pillaging and plundering and the...decay. The evil. Kingdoms did nothing more than foster a sense of unrestrained competition and the need to best something. To own someone.
No more.
"Friends!" she calls to all who will listen - in the meadow, in the forest, in the land itself. "Beqanna has opened more lands, and I have come upon a great, beautiful Plains that will become a safe haven. No war, no hatred - just love. If this pleases you, if this is your goal too, please follow me there!"
In her slumber she caught fleeting images of Beqanna and what it became since the new lands all those years ago. It became much like it had before - power hungry, angry, clawing over each other to rise to the top. Who cares who was left behind? No one mourned the loss.
But the earth shifted again, and this time the mist cleared more land for anyone to explore. Here it was - Sunday though - her opportunity.
She was sick of the pillaging and plundering and the...decay. The evil. Kingdoms did nothing more than foster a sense of unrestrained competition and the need to best something. To own someone.
No more.
"Friends!" she calls to all who will listen - in the meadow, in the forest, in the land itself. "Beqanna has opened more lands, and I have come upon a great, beautiful Plains that will become a safe haven. No war, no hatred - just love. If this pleases you, if this is your goal too, please follow me there!"
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch
OOC - Sunday is a big hippie and she wants to turn the Plains into a commune of sorts. Basically one leader that's the "mage" or whatever who is voted on every BQ year. Everyone is welcome - refugees, herds, small families, as long as you promise peace.