site plot!

site plot!
please note the preface to the line is not needed to know nor understand for the main plot. it is merely back history for those who would like to know where we came from and some standing in emelan universe history. the first paragraph of the 'present' section describes merely the beginning of everything, before it was brought known to winding circle. you do not have to read it if you like, but it is there for anyone interested

preface.

In the year 1035 K.F. four young mages begin to weave as the tale of the Emelan Universe as we know it. Nikolaren Goldeye had set out, knowing he would find four children in different perils, each with acute and strong magics-- what no one had expected was that these four would cause rumors to stir up empires. When Noble Sandreline fa Toren, Merchant Trisana Chandler, Street Rat Briar Moss and Trader Daja Kisubo come to live inside one house Winding Circle, Summersea and the Emelan Universe itself would come to find their world would never be the same. When Sandry, a 'stitch witch' wove the fours magic together during the earthquake of 1035 K.F. they would come to make magics unknown to older mages before them. However, before they found such greatness, the four caught and helped fight back the earthquake, a pirate invasion--in which Trisana destroyed a pirate fleet with lightening, life threatening forestfires, and a new illness come to be known as 'bluepox'.

The Circle of Children would face two more epidemics and years of training together, until finally each of them--at the early age of thirteen, something uncommon by far-- all four of them received their mage's medallions and went out into the world with their teachers. For, while they had the medallion, the Temple had as much given it to them to say they could study magic as adults as much as it was a leash. As each went their separate ways, they came upon their own troubles once more, but this time they faced them each their own: murders, arsonists and nobles with gangs. While each used what they learned from their 'foster-siblings', and kept in contact for the years they were gone-- except for Briar, who was a prisoner of war for some time-- when they each returned to Winding Circle they found they were not the same. The circle they had formed when Sandry had combined their powers was broken.

Bonds of mind-speak and knowing exactly what the others were thinking, shattered for a time. It was not until 1043 K.F. Duke Verdis IV, Sandry's Uncle and ruler of Emelan, requested the other three accompany his niece to Namorn--where Sandry had estates and was cousin to Empress Berenene-- and watch over her. Yet, it hadn't been a simple frolic through a garden of nobles. Many wanted Sandry as their own, as she was the richest heiress n Namorn, and over the course of each attempt of kidnap, reconnecting, curses from Great Mages and fighting their way out of Namorn; the circle that broke reformed. They were still separate, but the circle was inside of them to prove its might. This would be their last event as 'children'--all of eighteen-- that would accommodate any rumors. Now, only months later, they have returned to Emelan only to find it once more coming to its worst. . .

present.

When Briar Moss and his foster-siblings left for Namorn, the world was already befalling into its turmoil. Dedicate Rosethorn was Briar's teacher and one of the fours step-mothers, aside from Dedicate Lark, and upon desperate cries of help from the Battle Island of Starns she and Dedicate Myrrhtide was called into service. Accompanying them would be Evumemimei Dingzai, a former slave and Briar's student, as well as her partner Luvo, a heart of a mountain. Upon arrival, the mages came to realize parts of the island were dying. Fresh ponds were turning to acid, earthquakes were happening continuously, and not to mention avalanche of rocks were causing the people distress. Evvy, as a stone mage, was able to realize something in the rocks wasn't right-- it was boiling and furious, and it always seemed to be looking for something. It would not be until she found a way down into the earth's molten lava, that she nor anyone else, would realize that all the signs were the beginnings of a volcano becoming ready to erupt. A fury of panic sent the islanders moving, and with the help of Luvo and the island spirits, Evvy had been able to direct the 'lava spirits' into the ocean where they created a new island. In order to do so, however, Evvy had to remain behind on the island as the villagers and Rosethorn left on ships.. all the while determinedly hoping Rosethorn would return for her soon and this time would be over.

However, this would not be the case.

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A volcano on Starns of the Battle Islands would just be the beginning. The island spirits had nudged the girl, and the surrounding mages, that something was off about the land around them. While she and the Dedicate Mages had just thought the land and magic on the island was dying because of the earthquakes, we are coming to find that far from the truth. While it played an act on the island of Starns, the Battle Islands are not the only one being affected by this threat. In Namorn, the bitter cold wind of the giant lake known as the Syth is scorching to the skin and air. Golden Ridge of Emelan, that's been in a drought for years longer then anyone could help, has began to become flooded by near constant storms of seeming acid rain. The rock city of Chammur, having trouble with farming after years of work on one field, is suddenly being overrun by plants and weeds that appear poisonous when ate. The Emelan Universe has turned on its side, and the places being affected are not fairing well.

Riots in Summersea, Hatar and Duncan itself have brought forth thoughts amongst the commoners. They've begun looking for someone to blame, and they're each pointing their fingers at mages; particularly ambient mages. After all, these are the people always messing around with weather, plants, stones, air, water, anything they can get their hands on. Mages have only cause more trouble in the past, they'd cry, how could this not incident not be one of their problems? They should fix it or they should pay. These were the words running through the people, each with a snarl in the mouth an a hated word to spit at any mage that may pass them. Mages have come to seclude themselves from the Common world, keeping to their crafts and shops, staying within temples or mostly Mage community. One too many, it seems, have been attacked or affected by the outrages of the community around them. And for what?

After all, the Common people were not the only ones being affected. Mages connected to the Earth feel themselves burn as the world begins to 'rip itself' apart, as many have come to say. Yet, while they can feel the changes ripple, none of them can grasp why and how this is happening. They were mages, certainly, but every time they tried to probe a quake or rain, they'd come to a loss or even a burn of their magical being. Nothing is telling them why this is happening, and worse yet, Mages are finding that they are in more danger then ever. While riots have of course become a problem for the mages, their worst fear is the thought of this disappearance or even 'death' that has come upon their kind.

Powerful Mages are found dead or not in their commons anymore. There's never any evidence that points to who may have done it or where they had gone, they're just... dead, or gone. Those they find dead, have not seemed to die of age, heart-attack or disease. There's no fear in their eyes or awkward postures to equivalent that they may have seen something, it seems as if they had just dropped dead for no real reason at all. Which is silly, cry some of the healer and great mages that have yet to succumb to this aliment, there has to be a reason. If they could find the keys to prevent the blue-pox epidemic, how could they not this? There's just no way to prevent an no way to figure out what has brought this upon them. However, many mages have come to the theory of, perhaps the troubles of the Earth and their dead mages are connected. After all, each Great Mage perhaps had ability to figure out a small key to what was going on.

We have no leads. No prevention. And no way to cease the raids and riots that have flooded our world. We can not face it without a direction. And yet we still stand still and tall. It's said when human kind is faced with the greatest of disasters we come together to form something bigger then a single individual, and eyes are beginning to see the truth in this. Hands, not to arrogant to notice it's not the mage's fault, have appeared from the wood works of our lands; offering help, goods, money and anything they can. Traders who were once known, and to some still are, as thieves and baby killers have befriended commoners and street rats alike as we all put our feet forward to face the horrible fate we have come to. Gang Wars are being put aside, Nobles at wars themselves seem to have even found that now is not the time. Mage children, novices and children, have come forward-- as much as they have courage to come-- to help heal and take on jobs that some their now dead teachers had done, and even those that can have tried to find their own 'keys'.

Yet, we are weakening. And many fighting aren't even eighteen. There are still those that wish to terminate all things mage, and riots are breaking out in cities daily. Can we really face and fight this monster as it comes to our blind eyes? We're faced in an intimidating chain reaction, and to some, it doesn't seem we'll come out alive.