I do not own the Ascension game, it belongs to Rinmaru.
Silver is a metal a metal marked with the crescent moon.
It stands for everything pure, it stands for something that would protect people from the creatures of the night.
It stood for wealth, it stood for power, and it stood for something holy.
That was until we showed up.
Skin pale like the snow of mid-winter, eyes as sharp and glowing like the finest dwarven rubies and hair as pale as the finest silver.
Vain
Narcissistic
Arrogant
Cruel
The rules and success was all that mattered.
Villages, cultures, families, perished in our wake. With the unforgiving nature of wild fire, as destructive as any windstorm and with the unpredictability of an earthquake. The land laying before us waiting to be concurred. An unstoppable force that wouldn't heel until its mission was complete. The cold heart and sharp mind made us warriors. The price we paid was out emotions. We couldn't understand how it felt, to many it was a great asset, never having to deal with a heavy heart. To some however it became a burden. Wanting to see the world thru livings eyes. We weren't even remotely human. Our bodies may have the same physic but we are in a way, living dead. A moon elf would be the closest thing to a noble when it comes to our emotions. But they still could FEEL.
We weren't humans.
We are nobles.
A mockery if they knew what we really are.
Slaves, Tools, Weapons.
That is all we are and all we will ever be in the eyes of the kings.
And so the red of the blood would follow the silver. Now it was a symbol of death and destruction. The silver that once was meant to protect became what they feared.
Silver and red forever the symbol of nobles.
Forever the symbol of the birds that are trained to kill and follow order.
Never to be free.