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Välsigna the Vita
Seinaru
Legacy Name: Seinaru
The
Spectrum EscaladeOwner:
AlkunaAge: 15 years, 5 months, 3 weeks
Born: October 28th, 2008
Adopted: 5 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: November 2nd, 2018
Statistics
- Level: 16
- Strength: 40
- Defense: 40
- Speed: 42
- Health: 42
- HP: 42/42
- Intelligence: 33
- Books Read: 32
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Once upon a time, there was a valley near Shengui Guo, named Tengoku. Tengoku Valley was a beautiful place, and a peaceful one, thanks to the goddess who tended it. Her name was Seinaru, meaning "Holy" in the local language.
Seinaru ruled over her valley with love and protection; no drought parched her valley in the summer, and no deadly blizzards touched her home in winter. The seasons were noticeable, but never harsh. Harvest yielded plenty for the winter months, and spring brought flourishing crops for the next year. The land was fertile, and all that was planted there grew strong, and produced crops. Seinaru had a few landmarks that were hers; an orchard full of fruit bearing trees, and a temple in which she lived, and magical gates that allowed no one to pass through without her permission.
One day, she received a magical notice that people had gathered at her gates. Investigating, she found that the people were poor, carrying little more than what they had on their backs. War had broken out across the lands, and desperate refugees sought the only place they thought would be a sanctuary for them. Kindly, she opened the gates and allowed them inside.
The people were grateful, and began cultivating the lands. Homes were built, fields were ploughed, and the people gave thanks and worship at her temple. Seinaru continued to protect the valley and keep the land fertile.
But a goddess lives forever, and not so mortal men. As the descendants of the original refugees were born, a darkness crept into their hearts. Life was good and fulfilling in the valley, but things that are easy breed laziness and selfishness. The people forgot how much they owed to their goddess. They grew demanding and petulant. When Seinaru chastised them for making demands purely out of a wish to not have to work for a living, many villagers grew enraged. They attacked the temple, seized the goddess, and threw her in chains.
"You shall be imprisoned, until you swear upon your soul to serve us and grant us all we demand!" the head man boomed, before slamming the door shut on the prison cell.
As the lock slammed home, Seinaru's kindly and sorrowful expression darkened. "Then I recant my protections upon this valley," she intoned.
The shackles fell away, empty. Seinaru, the Holy, was gone. In her place, stood Noroi, the Cursed.
The orchard faded away from the landscape. The temple disappeared. On that dark, cold night, the protections vanished. And from the mountains, a deadly blizzard began to blow its way down to the now-unprotected valley of selfish humans.