by "Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."
~Albert Einstein
To see the truth behind the facade, sometimes you have to look from the corner of your eye, rather than head on. Like in the dark.
A legendary island that very rarely graced the sight of other worlds, even during its strange twilight, Clapsholas Speir Inis was a kind of haven for those who needed a place to go, to escape from the other realms. In many ways, its reality was an illusion to others, incapable of being seen lest it was happened upon accidentally on purpose, a flickering image from the corner of one's eye.
It was once abandoned with the bodies of hundreds. Then it was rediscovered and ruled for a very long time by a single pixie, with the aid of her friends--family, to her. Her rule was strange, riddled with absences, though she never shied from defending her home. It was corrupt for a time whilst she was led astray and drunk with power. Then, threatened when her past caught up with her in the form of her halfling daughter.
And her rule, and the illusion, were both finally brought to an end.
With the pixie gone, her daughter unleashed the hounds of hell upon the streets. The land was broken, its ley-lines damaged. It became sick and a rotting decay spread across the land, slowly--so very slowly--invading and destroying everything it could.
What people were left behind after the massive destruction of the town had scattered all over the continent-sized island, or fled entirely, more and more leaving at each chance they could. The few who stayed and retained their sanity fought for the land they loved, and rebelled against the pixie's daughter. They risked all they had to defeat her, and the events became lost to time... mostly...
May the mother lie blameless for the sins of the daughter.
It has now been two centuries since the day that the daughter's dark reach was severed, and Clapsholas is beginning to heal. The city remains in ruin, but those that have returned have made great progress in rebuilding the city on the plains between the old city and the forest. The Castle still remains in its delicately beautiful and dilapidated state, just as the pixie would have had it, and one of the island's oldest denizens is now in its throne in her stead.
Come, for the island of Clapsholas Speir Inis shall once again be a haven to all who discover this land of eternal twilight.
TO MAKE IT CLEAR:
The twilit sky is eternally twilit. Nothing you can do to make the sun shine or the moon twirl, because in the pocket dimension this island is in, it will always be twilight. Also, please note that there is no sun, and there is also no moon in this pocket dimension. No one has been in actual complete control of Clapsholas Speir Inis since its shady origin, so even during twilight there isn't a particular sun or moon in sight, just the brighter light and the constantly morphing and changing skies that lets the people on Claps know it's twilight and that they can move freely from Claps to any world of their choosing, though to do the opposite would be much more difficult.
~Albert Einstein
To see the truth behind the facade, sometimes you have to look from the corner of your eye, rather than head on. Like in the dark.
A legendary island that very rarely graced the sight of other worlds, even during its strange twilight, Clapsholas Speir Inis was a kind of haven for those who needed a place to go, to escape from the other realms. In many ways, its reality was an illusion to others, incapable of being seen lest it was happened upon accidentally on purpose, a flickering image from the corner of one's eye.
It was once abandoned with the bodies of hundreds. Then it was rediscovered and ruled for a very long time by a single pixie, with the aid of her friends--family, to her. Her rule was strange, riddled with absences, though she never shied from defending her home. It was corrupt for a time whilst she was led astray and drunk with power. Then, threatened when her past caught up with her in the form of her halfling daughter.
And her rule, and the illusion, were both finally brought to an end.
With the pixie gone, her daughter unleashed the hounds of hell upon the streets. The land was broken, its ley-lines damaged. It became sick and a rotting decay spread across the land, slowly--so very slowly--invading and destroying everything it could.
What people were left behind after the massive destruction of the town had scattered all over the continent-sized island, or fled entirely, more and more leaving at each chance they could. The few who stayed and retained their sanity fought for the land they loved, and rebelled against the pixie's daughter. They risked all they had to defeat her, and the events became lost to time... mostly...
May the mother lie blameless for the sins of the daughter.
It has now been two centuries since the day that the daughter's dark reach was severed, and Clapsholas is beginning to heal. The city remains in ruin, but those that have returned have made great progress in rebuilding the city on the plains between the old city and the forest. The Castle still remains in its delicately beautiful and dilapidated state, just as the pixie would have had it, and one of the island's oldest denizens is now in its throne in her stead.
Come, for the island of Clapsholas Speir Inis shall once again be a haven to all who discover this land of eternal twilight.
TO MAKE IT CLEAR:
The twilit sky is eternally twilit. Nothing you can do to make the sun shine or the moon twirl, because in the pocket dimension this island is in, it will always be twilight. Also, please note that there is no sun, and there is also no moon in this pocket dimension. No one has been in actual complete control of Clapsholas Speir Inis since its shady origin, so even during twilight there isn't a particular sun or moon in sight, just the brighter light and the constantly morphing and changing skies that lets the people on Claps know it's twilight and that they can move freely from Claps to any world of their choosing, though to do the opposite would be much more difficult.
