Post by Vit on Oct 17, 2014 20:42:42 GMT
The land of Tale lies far beyond our own world. It runs parrallel to our world...though occasional people, people with a psychic connection, gain visions of Tale once in a while. A few of them, like the Brothers Grimm, wrote down stories based around the visions they saw of the alternate world beyond...and those stories became what we know as fairy stories.
They talk of magic, romance....and sometimes grim scenarios of child-eating witches and wicked imps. All the subjects of the stories existed, but the images only gave glimpses into thier lives....and the reality of life in the world of Tale was rather worse than anoy of the stories made out.
It was claimed, at one point, that life had been very much like the stories, like something Disney might have conjured up. Quaint little villages of happy peasants and jolly, philanthropic lords with dashing sons and beautiful flaxen haired daughters.
The woodlands were full of singing trees and talking animals. Pigs and bears made thier way into towns to buy building supplies and porridge oats and were greeted warmly by the populous.
Princesses sung in their towers awaiting some handsome stranger to undertake a quest for them, and people were happy.
That was, until the King died. Poisoned so they say. He was found face down at his table with a shiny red apple sat beside him, one bite missing. As his daughter, a young woman by the name of Snow White, had recently encountered an 'unfortunate accident' whole walking out in the woods, and his son Charming was oddly unwilling to take up the throne, it passed onto his wife, the recently married Queen. She was an unneerving woman, with a frightening aura and a sinister sort of beauty...it was power that she valued the most.
She was an unpopular ruler, so quickly began to gather allies to keep her rule by force and fear.
She hired The Witch from the woods, promising her a fresh supply of children in exchange for her spells and magical knowledge.
She brought the trolls out from under the bridges and trained them as her elite guard. Strong and vicious, they soon became something to fear.
The one of her henchmen that spread the most fear, the greatest terror across the land of Tale was the one they called The Big, Bad Wolf. He was swift, and cunning. He could turn his exhaled breath into terrible winds that could houses apart. He could consume people whole...and he was a master of disguise. By stealing the clothes of those he'd eaten, he could imitate them extremely well.
Soon, Tale was no longer a happy place. The talking animals were sat pleading and whining in cages in town centres, being sold off to the aristocracy as exotic pets. The songs of the magical trees turned to pained howling as they were cut down and carved into enhanted furniture. Princesses had starved to death in thier towers. Two of the pigs had been eaten., and Mommy Bear and Daddy Bear had been turned into a bearskin rug and a taxidermy display.
The place was miserable, and ruled by an iron fist under the banner of the red apple.
However, in an old tower out in the woods, and odd assortment of fairytale characters were meeting regularly, planning in hushed tones how to overthrow the regime and bring things back to how they once were.
They were the Fairytale Rebellion, containing some of the most wanted in the land....and they were playing a dangerous game. The Wolf was on their scent, and he was keen to crunch all of them in his jaws.
They talk of magic, romance....and sometimes grim scenarios of child-eating witches and wicked imps. All the subjects of the stories existed, but the images only gave glimpses into thier lives....and the reality of life in the world of Tale was rather worse than anoy of the stories made out.
It was claimed, at one point, that life had been very much like the stories, like something Disney might have conjured up. Quaint little villages of happy peasants and jolly, philanthropic lords with dashing sons and beautiful flaxen haired daughters.
The woodlands were full of singing trees and talking animals. Pigs and bears made thier way into towns to buy building supplies and porridge oats and were greeted warmly by the populous.
Princesses sung in their towers awaiting some handsome stranger to undertake a quest for them, and people were happy.
That was, until the King died. Poisoned so they say. He was found face down at his table with a shiny red apple sat beside him, one bite missing. As his daughter, a young woman by the name of Snow White, had recently encountered an 'unfortunate accident' whole walking out in the woods, and his son Charming was oddly unwilling to take up the throne, it passed onto his wife, the recently married Queen. She was an unneerving woman, with a frightening aura and a sinister sort of beauty...it was power that she valued the most.
She was an unpopular ruler, so quickly began to gather allies to keep her rule by force and fear.
She hired The Witch from the woods, promising her a fresh supply of children in exchange for her spells and magical knowledge.
She brought the trolls out from under the bridges and trained them as her elite guard. Strong and vicious, they soon became something to fear.
The one of her henchmen that spread the most fear, the greatest terror across the land of Tale was the one they called The Big, Bad Wolf. He was swift, and cunning. He could turn his exhaled breath into terrible winds that could houses apart. He could consume people whole...and he was a master of disguise. By stealing the clothes of those he'd eaten, he could imitate them extremely well.
Soon, Tale was no longer a happy place. The talking animals were sat pleading and whining in cages in town centres, being sold off to the aristocracy as exotic pets. The songs of the magical trees turned to pained howling as they were cut down and carved into enhanted furniture. Princesses had starved to death in thier towers. Two of the pigs had been eaten., and Mommy Bear and Daddy Bear had been turned into a bearskin rug and a taxidermy display.
The place was miserable, and ruled by an iron fist under the banner of the red apple.
However, in an old tower out in the woods, and odd assortment of fairytale characters were meeting regularly, planning in hushed tones how to overthrow the regime and bring things back to how they once were.
They were the Fairytale Rebellion, containing some of the most wanted in the land....and they were playing a dangerous game. The Wolf was on their scent, and he was keen to crunch all of them in his jaws.