Post by Spooky on Oct 4, 2017 20:03:44 GMT -5
Avalon, a place of magic and wonder, where dreams come true. It was a school for those extraordinary destinies, where they could learn the skills needed as even destiny needs a little push sometimes. It existed for years until a great magical storm was unleashed upon it. In the blink of an eye all that was at Avalon was moved to the sister school of Tintagel, a move so great yet so subtle that many of the students were none the wiser, and life resumed as usual.
For a time all was peaceful, but unfortunately that time was short lived. The power of the portals had become outside of Trenale and an invading force laid siege upon the land, determined to harness that power for themselves. A resistance rebelled, but traitors in their ranks aided the invaders, and in the end their foes were too great. They overpowered the resistance, reached the portals, but before they could lay hands to them something tremendous happened. See, it wasn't just Tintagel that held magic, not the people within its walls. The surrounding land of Trenale was a magical place in its own right, and at the last moment it was the land itself that fought back. There was a blinding flash of light, and then everything was gone. All visitors had been returned to their home worlds, and the invaders... the less said about them the better.
For one hundred years Tintagel slept.
Time moved differently in the outside worlds. A year here was ten years there, but whether a year or ten there was no way for the displaced Avalonians to contact their friends. The portals had simply disappeared... until, one day, they reappeared without warning. It wasn't just portals to these worlds, though, but to alternate universes, and anyone stepping through would find a mysterious abandoned school, overtaken by nature, and no explanations for anything that had transpired.
Welcome back to Tintagel.
For a time all was peaceful, but unfortunately that time was short lived. The power of the portals had become outside of Trenale and an invading force laid siege upon the land, determined to harness that power for themselves. A resistance rebelled, but traitors in their ranks aided the invaders, and in the end their foes were too great. They overpowered the resistance, reached the portals, but before they could lay hands to them something tremendous happened. See, it wasn't just Tintagel that held magic, not the people within its walls. The surrounding land of Trenale was a magical place in its own right, and at the last moment it was the land itself that fought back. There was a blinding flash of light, and then everything was gone. All visitors had been returned to their home worlds, and the invaders... the less said about them the better.
For one hundred years Tintagel slept.
Time moved differently in the outside worlds. A year here was ten years there, but whether a year or ten there was no way for the displaced Avalonians to contact their friends. The portals had simply disappeared... until, one day, they reappeared without warning. It wasn't just portals to these worlds, though, but to alternate universes, and anyone stepping through would find a mysterious abandoned school, overtaken by nature, and no explanations for anything that had transpired.
Welcome back to Tintagel.
