Deepolis Storyline Progression...
Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 12:59 am
Sounding...
As we roam the fascinating depths of Deepolis, we are intrigued by the stillness of it all. Except for the occasional sonic explosion
reverberating through the H2O, all is quiet on this watery front...Somehow, our history is lost to us, the generations before us have
neglected to record the feats of their predecessors, opting for ephemeral logbooks which disappear with every sunken vessel, until
only the legend remains for the time when it too will be forgotten. Like Atlantis, Amris too will fade into a myth, an unknowable
element of our past: the bastion of Scion at the beginning of the wars, after our fall from grace, must not be lost to these murky depths.
For as evolution once began in these still depths, so shall we be reborn from this baptism of war.Our past is shrouded in the same
darkness that fills the sky above the surface of the water we now call home; a home fit for a king and legend has it that the king will unite
the clans, like Arthur of old and we shall be free of the roots of the lotus flower and rise to the sun with it's bloom. To breathe again the crisp
air of the Alps and to feel the bright sunlight striking the marbles of the Parthenon.
Mankind is capable of both extremes, the opposites he has chosen to balance within himself, creating the force which balances all nature- the soul.
And in this great divide- this chasm of conscience- we have chosen the abyss, literally, and roam these waters in search of the artifacts that will
set us free into the night once again.
In every Scion heart and in all of Scion marrow, lies the bleeding and the want to see the sun tomorrow.
[This is a piece which reflects the mood I picked up from the 'teasers' in the very beginning of the game, where you choose which confederation
or faction you will follow. It seemed to strike a note, so much so that it got the Brain juices flowing again after a terrible accident.]
Do not misunderstand my intention, but I am Scion inclined. The other factions are too mundane for my liking, but my blood does boil for the
Jafnher disrespect for honour and begs for satisfaction against past insults as it also calculates how to maintain the balance and growth
of our technobiological creations as the Nauts plot and plan their lifeless applications, so that we can once again walk the earth like gods, not
mer-men in skins of metal.
As this post suggests, please share any ideas you may have for a story, sticking to known elements within the game.
Artifacts? Amris? Naskaar? Parazon generators? Levels? Sea Creatures? Flotsam?
An ongoing BRAINSTORM of all those involved in Deepolis so we can all create the myth and the legends of this on-line fantasy.
Thank you for your time
Sincerely
terirem
As we roam the fascinating depths of Deepolis, we are intrigued by the stillness of it all. Except for the occasional sonic explosion
reverberating through the H2O, all is quiet on this watery front...Somehow, our history is lost to us, the generations before us have
neglected to record the feats of their predecessors, opting for ephemeral logbooks which disappear with every sunken vessel, until
only the legend remains for the time when it too will be forgotten. Like Atlantis, Amris too will fade into a myth, an unknowable
element of our past: the bastion of Scion at the beginning of the wars, after our fall from grace, must not be lost to these murky depths.
For as evolution once began in these still depths, so shall we be reborn from this baptism of war.Our past is shrouded in the same
darkness that fills the sky above the surface of the water we now call home; a home fit for a king and legend has it that the king will unite
the clans, like Arthur of old and we shall be free of the roots of the lotus flower and rise to the sun with it's bloom. To breathe again the crisp
air of the Alps and to feel the bright sunlight striking the marbles of the Parthenon.
Mankind is capable of both extremes, the opposites he has chosen to balance within himself, creating the force which balances all nature- the soul.
And in this great divide- this chasm of conscience- we have chosen the abyss, literally, and roam these waters in search of the artifacts that will
set us free into the night once again.
In every Scion heart and in all of Scion marrow, lies the bleeding and the want to see the sun tomorrow.
[This is a piece which reflects the mood I picked up from the 'teasers' in the very beginning of the game, where you choose which confederation
or faction you will follow. It seemed to strike a note, so much so that it got the Brain juices flowing again after a terrible accident.]
Do not misunderstand my intention, but I am Scion inclined. The other factions are too mundane for my liking, but my blood does boil for the
Jafnher disrespect for honour and begs for satisfaction against past insults as it also calculates how to maintain the balance and growth
of our technobiological creations as the Nauts plot and plan their lifeless applications, so that we can once again walk the earth like gods, not
mer-men in skins of metal.
As this post suggests, please share any ideas you may have for a story, sticking to known elements within the game.
Artifacts? Amris? Naskaar? Parazon generators? Levels? Sea Creatures? Flotsam?
An ongoing BRAINSTORM of all those involved in Deepolis so we can all create the myth and the legends of this on-line fantasy.
Thank you for your time
Sincerely
terirem
