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Birth_of_an_Empire_by_touchedvenus

Birth of an Empire

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Three thousand years ago there was a civil war between three races called the Blancun, the Rokan, and the Armylik.

At one time these three had been one race. These people were born with the abilities to control water, fire, and wind. As time passed, one born with a higher affinity with water would be more attracted to a person of the same quality. This was the same with those associated closer with fire and wind as well. Eventually individuals who held more than one of these three elements became extremely rare.

Prejudice toward those with different abilities formed and discord ran rampant. Pride over which group was the most powerful and who should rule their lands set seeds for war. The war did break out and lasted for five years. After much bloodshed, the races went their separate ways to form three different cultures at three different extremes of their world.

While the Blancun and the Rokan were content to isolate themselves from the rest of the world, the Armylik had other plans in mind. Relocating themselves in the Vyshti Peaks, they allied themselves with the Dragons that lived there.

The Dragons were an old and prideful race, full of much wisdom and knowledge, but their race was beginning to die out. Female Dragons were a rarity and the women of the Armylik race were pleasing to the eyes with their rich golden hair and star fire eyes.

So with the alliance came an intermingling of the races, and from this came the extinction of both the Armyliks and the Dragons, but the birth of a terrifying race of people who came to call themselves the D'Apor.

Through power, wisdom, and an unrelenting pride beyond the understanding of most of the other races in their world the D'Apor took command and raised an Empire over all peoples that has reigned without faltering for over a thousand years.

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Submitted by: touchedvenus

Posted: Nov 18, 2007 8:31 pm

Completed: Nov 18, 2007

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Galleries: Fantasy, Finished Work, Mythical Creatures, Original Art

Keywords: sanguem deus birth of an empire dragon brown green horns gems jewels red white hair gray angel wings, birth of an empire

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Nataly Bild

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Nov 19, 2007 2:12 am

That's really looks impressive.

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touchedvenus  (Reply)

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Nov 19, 2007 8:14 am

Thank you [emoticon]

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nathie

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Nov 19, 2007 3:22 am

it looks good - all those details! [emoticon]

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touchedvenus  (Reply)

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Nov 19, 2007 8:14 am

Thank you [emoticon]

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Nekosd43

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Nov 27, 2007 10:20 am

It looks absolutely amazing! I love all the detail you put into it, especially the wings.

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touchedvenus  (Reply)

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Nov 27, 2007 2:42 pm

Thanks! ^_^

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Sleyf

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Jun 29, 2008 8:48 am

Beautiful, the symmetry in this picture is really nice, not to mention the colours and the lighting

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touchedvenus  (Reply)

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Jul 16, 2008 4:21 pm

Thank you [emoticon]

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Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.

Sleyf  (Reply)

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Jul 18, 2008 3:05 am

You're welcome!

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Spare a crumb. Please be kind and visit my gallery.

The sausage is a cunning bird with feathers long and wavy,
It flies across the frying pan and makes it's nest in gravy!


Darn it...like a sock!