Never Ever

Lomeelas. The Year 872 BN. Something went wrong.

And nobody knew about it.

Nydidian, the cruel and psychotic Goddess of Chaos, took interest in a tiny group of islands located just off the south-west coast of Lomeelas' major continent. Three teensy, tiny isles, no larger than Earh's Ireland each, that would soon fall to ruin, and destruction. But not without a pleasent helping of pain, torture, and mind games before that. They were called Issmora'Yraye.

Upon Issmora were cast six races of beings. Animals. Sentient animals. They came willingly, when offered a home from the great Goddess.

They came willingly to their doom.

Life went on perfectly for many months, pleasent hunting and breeding, birthing of new cubs. It was perfect. Their gift from Nydidian was flawless.

Then something went wrong.

A diesease, some called it. A curse, said others. But each and every creatures mind was turned against its fellows. Each race spawned hatred for the others. It was no longer peaceful. Between the three islands was war, war, war. War, destruction, and death.

It was Chaos. It was Nydidian's plan from the beginning.

Now six races of beings are trapped between three islands, plotting vengeance and destruction against eachother until one formidable enemy takes reign over the others...and slaughters them. Until one, of six, becomes ultimatley victorious.

Six races. Three islands.

Who's enemy will you be?

- Picture found at The Argonath, layout by Elenya -