Post by ::WOLFURchik:: on Aug 15, 2010 0:40:47 GMT -5
::C A M A U R E N::
Once thought to have been an ocean filled with highly dangerous sea life, the region of Camauren was chained off from the rest of the world, isolated from the constantly changing technologies. The original residents of Camauren had come to the region only by accident, getting lost at sea and winding up on a nearly uninhabited land.
Eventually, the land was populated, and broke into different cities. However, without the cultural influences and modern advancements of the outside world, Camauren became its own world, learning and growing at its own pace, completely forgetting about the outside.
::T H E . P L O T::
Some of Camauren's people were embued with special abilities, or powers, unheard of before Camauren was settled. Nobody could ever explain it, but it was obvious that there was something magical about Camauren, its lands and its inhabitants.
One thing that was discovered was the importance of love and war. There was something in Camauren that allowed love to go beyond the emotional feeling of attachment between two people. Eventually, it became not just emotional, but physical, spiritual, and its people learned to guard it, protect it, fight for it.
Wars became second nature. Fears, secrets, and lies ripped people apart. Thirst for power and the lust to rise to the top flowed through the veins of the people here, and curses began to leak from the lips of the leaders and the citizens. The truths about love became warped, until the love itself became cursed along with the land.
A few special people were born with supernatural powers, given to them by the dying land in hopes of saving Camauren. They were named Shamans, and were powerful among the cities. Unfortunately, through the years, the corrupt leader's influences on the citizens also influenced the shamans, until their purpose was forgotten.
Every day, a new war begins and a new heart is broken. But only through wars will the truth be uncovered. Its only when you become consumed in your curse that you realize your purpose. It is only in that purpose that you can restore love to what it once was.
The only question is, will you fight for it?
::T H E . T E R R A I N::
Camauren is separated into six different regional expressions and climates. The land itself is roughly shaped like a magic lamp, surrounded by two seas: The Frozen Sea on the west, and the Sunset Sea on the eastern, southern, and northern coast of Camauren.
At the very northern part of Camauren lies the Long Valley, a wide section just to the north of the Mountain Range. In the northeastern area of the Long Valley lies a small hill which is constantly under very bad weather. The Valley itself hardly ever has nice weather, and attracts more lightning than any other area in the region.
Two forests cover the region to the east, and on the neck of Camauren, the most dense of the two being on the eastern shore. The forest region is denser towards the center, and separates into a wall of trees surrounding a clearing with two lakes in the middle.
The mountain range cuts right through the middle of the region, covering a rather large area of land. It is a beautiful structure, dripping with waterfalls and littered with lakes. It separates the forest region from the desert.
To the south of the mountain range, just east of the neck of Camauren lies the Desert, dry and hot but not without life. An oasis lies to the east, while canyons lie to the west, and the south is rocky and brittle.
South of the desert is the Dry Marsh Lands. Evidence that the land was once completely covered in swamp lands is evident, though why it has dried up is a mystery. The ground is still soft in many areas, and often carries the same marshy stench. Petrified trees coat the land, showing evidence that a terrible storm might have striken here before. There are many underground caverns, which are the main suspect for the dry marshes.
The islands lie to the east, in the sunset sea, separate from the rest of the main land. They are lush with jungle-like plant life and littered with sand bars. The weather here changes from day to day, and is hardly predictable.
