Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Sept 5, 2013 13:47:48 GMT -5
May 15th, 23 CLE
In its wake, the army of the shadow isles left crushed buildings and shattered families. The smell of death hung in the air, along with the cloying aura of pain and suffering. It was unreal, the damage done. Time had passed years beyond memory since the city felt such pain, so close to home.
Still, not all was lost. An end to the fighting brought with it the end to the adrenaline haze of warfare, a breath of time in which to mourn the dead, and a rekindling of the hope that was so repressed by the presence of the unholy presence of the damned.
The spirit of Demacia was wounded, but unconquered, and in their time of need all of the City state came to aid the wounded. It was a reminder. Demacians stand together. And as the military and civilian efforts were organized and mobilized at clearing rubble and rebuilding homes, the refugees of a nightmare made real were taken with open arms into the homes of their brothers and sisters. Pain would fade, wounds would be healed, but the threat would never be forgotten.
The numbers of men and women who volunteered for military service, a large percentage of the population already, would increase, and Demacia would take its first measured steps back towards glory.
((Hi guys, Im a little new here, so if there is anything important I have missed in this description please PM me. Time frame is after the attacks but before peace talks. Feel free to join a reconstruction project, commiserate with friends, or blaze your own path. DEMACIA!))
In its wake, the army of the shadow isles left crushed buildings and shattered families. The smell of death hung in the air, along with the cloying aura of pain and suffering. It was unreal, the damage done. Time had passed years beyond memory since the city felt such pain, so close to home.
Still, not all was lost. An end to the fighting brought with it the end to the adrenaline haze of warfare, a breath of time in which to mourn the dead, and a rekindling of the hope that was so repressed by the presence of the unholy presence of the damned.
The spirit of Demacia was wounded, but unconquered, and in their time of need all of the City state came to aid the wounded. It was a reminder. Demacians stand together. And as the military and civilian efforts were organized and mobilized at clearing rubble and rebuilding homes, the refugees of a nightmare made real were taken with open arms into the homes of their brothers and sisters. Pain would fade, wounds would be healed, but the threat would never be forgotten.
The numbers of men and women who volunteered for military service, a large percentage of the population already, would increase, and Demacia would take its first measured steps back towards glory.
((Hi guys, Im a little new here, so if there is anything important I have missed in this description please PM me. Time frame is after the attacks but before peace talks. Feel free to join a reconstruction project, commiserate with friends, or blaze your own path. DEMACIA!))
