Link to OOC: Lux Tenebris The new moon was dim in the night sky, barely illuminating the earth far below. Yet the rolling hills, vast plains, placid lakes and rushing rivers of Elyne were bathed in a wondrous light. This light streamed from the pinnacles of the three lighthouses that loomed over the majestic landscape. In the west, the silver lighthouse of the nation of Lune shone majestically. In the east, the golden lighthouse of the nation of Sol was radiant in its brightness. In the north, the obsidian lighthouse of the nation of Ignis glowed with a primal fury. These three represented sun, moon and fire, the three great nations, the three great sources of the light that was Elyne's lifeblood. Elyne's inhabitants required no sustenance. The radiance of the lighthouses kept them well fed, well watered and immortal. Yet on that day, in the darkest hours before the dawn, everything was about to change. Citizens of Lune were restless even at the peak of their nocturnal day. A new feeling was welling in their beings, a feeling they had never felt before, a strange feeling that felt... terrible. They knew not what it was for they never wanted, never needed. All was provided to them. Now all was to be taken from them. Fear gripped their hearts but they knew not what fear was. Not an inkling, not a grain of knowledge as to what it was. The shadows were deepening. The nooks and crannies that the light could not shine upon grew darker and darker. Creatures born of nightmares were beginning to materialize. The three Luxes, monarchs of the great nations, in their shared consciousness bolted upright at that moment. There were unwanted visitors in their world; dark, shadowy invaders that the light could not dispel. "Leave this world you are not welcome here!" demanded the three in unison. Their words were as one, but their tones were different. Sol spoke with pride, courage and arrogance. Lune spoke with serenity, calm and wisdom. Ignis spoke with anger, brashness and hostility. The light of the three shone brighter as the first of the dark invaders began to appear. Their shadowy bodies were ripped to shreds by the intense light. At first it seemed as thought hey had stemmed the tide, but more and more began to arrive, creating a mass dark enough to resist the light. Then as one, three monstrosities with shadows blacker than the depths of the void materialized in front of the Luxes. A challenge passed between their eyes and the shadows of the monstrosities grew darker as the light of the Luxes grew brighter. The shadow consumed the light, the light dispelled the shadow. The two forces engaged in a titanic struggle; neither was ready to relent. Brighter and brighter grew the light, darker and darker grew the shadows. The battle reached a dramatic crescendo. The monstrosities' shadows were black beyond comprehension. The Luxes shone with the light of a thousand suns. Brighter and brighter, darker and darker; until finally, as one, the light gave way. A blood-curdling, animalistic, guttural scream was ripped from the throats of the Luxes who thrashed as their light was siphoned from their bodies. Wisps of light escaped from the mouths, nostrils, eyes and ears of the three. The shadows consumed the light, not stopping until the very last drop, the very last ray was gone. The Luxes were reduced to crumpled heaps of robes at the feet of the mighty shadows.As one the lights of the lighthouses winked out of existence and the invaders spread across the land. From the lighthouse of Lune, Corvus, a shadow in the form of a raven, sped away with his flock, his mind working on a plan for dominance. Far below him, the Elynians scrambled in the darkness, confused and fearful of what had just transpired. Elyne had been plunged into darkness. Corvus smiled a wicked smile. Then, the screaming began.