" Divided. That's how you can call the world. One land up, one land down. Neither allowed to
cross paths ever. One race of the Birds, and the other of the Mice. They lived in somewhat
harmony, seperated, none of them allowed to meet. One village lay at the bottom of a cliff,
by a running stream. The other reside high in the clouds, at the top of the cliff. Very few times
does one of the mouse tribe attempt to scale the ledge, usually because the mice couldn't
complete such a task. Very few times to birds make trips down to the village of mice. "
"As stated before, the birds lived ontop of a large cliff. Their race was under tight control,
under a ruling that they must have more numbers. Homosexuality was strictly prohibited,
to say the least, because if you were not part of the solution (In this case, either mating or
working) you were part of the problem and immediatly executed. The birds were a race
of beautiful individuls, though. Blondes were taken with high respect, but it wouldn't mean
a thing if you were not part of 'the solution'. Most birds had golden wings, but a select
few had white. 'White Wings' as they were called, were highly discouraged, blonde or not.
The birds' hostility towards other races creates makes them seem ruthless and ... just
plain mean. I won't lie, its all true. They wish that the world be divided."
"The mice, on the other hand, resided at the bottom of the cliff. They had a very laid-back
civilization, they usually didn't care about who did what when or how. Mice were usually
brown or black haired, but there was never a blonde. Mice were often looked down apon
by birds, but apparently the Mice showed no sign of caring in the first place. Their race,
although sloppy with no direct government, was a very happy and care-free one. Work
wasn't nessasary, as most of the time, mice would give out food by basket full. Overall,
if it were up to me living between Mice and Birds, I'd quit my job and join the mice."
"There's also a race that lived quite a walk from both the mice and the birds, across the river,
and into the deep bowells of the forest. The race of the cats lived there, but not much information
has been gathered. Most people who try to find out about these creatures, are caught and eaten.
What I do know, is that those people are a bunch of cannibalistic barbarians with no manners
at all. .. .. Oh? You want to know who I am?"
The figure speaking shut the book he was peering into, looking up. Candlelight barely lit
up any of his features, but one could make out he had long straight hair.
"You could call me a mage."
cross paths ever. One race of the Birds, and the other of the Mice. They lived in somewhat
harmony, seperated, none of them allowed to meet. One village lay at the bottom of a cliff,
by a running stream. The other reside high in the clouds, at the top of the cliff. Very few times
does one of the mouse tribe attempt to scale the ledge, usually because the mice couldn't
complete such a task. Very few times to birds make trips down to the village of mice. "
"As stated before, the birds lived ontop of a large cliff. Their race was under tight control,
under a ruling that they must have more numbers. Homosexuality was strictly prohibited,
to say the least, because if you were not part of the solution (In this case, either mating or
working) you were part of the problem and immediatly executed. The birds were a race
of beautiful individuls, though. Blondes were taken with high respect, but it wouldn't mean
a thing if you were not part of 'the solution'. Most birds had golden wings, but a select
few had white. 'White Wings' as they were called, were highly discouraged, blonde or not.
The birds' hostility towards other races creates makes them seem ruthless and ... just
plain mean. I won't lie, its all true. They wish that the world be divided."
"The mice, on the other hand, resided at the bottom of the cliff. They had a very laid-back
civilization, they usually didn't care about who did what when or how. Mice were usually
brown or black haired, but there was never a blonde. Mice were often looked down apon
by birds, but apparently the Mice showed no sign of caring in the first place. Their race,
although sloppy with no direct government, was a very happy and care-free one. Work
wasn't nessasary, as most of the time, mice would give out food by basket full. Overall,
if it were up to me living between Mice and Birds, I'd quit my job and join the mice."
"There's also a race that lived quite a walk from both the mice and the birds, across the river,
and into the deep bowells of the forest. The race of the cats lived there, but not much information
has been gathered. Most people who try to find out about these creatures, are caught and eaten.
What I do know, is that those people are a bunch of cannibalistic barbarians with no manners
at all. .. .. Oh? You want to know who I am?"
The figure speaking shut the book he was peering into, looking up. Candlelight barely lit
up any of his features, but one could make out he had long straight hair.
"You could call me a mage."