The last of The island called Dee 6/6 (The story)

The last rocks of Dee


The final "years" on Dee

The rp sim is no more for the third time and final time I suspect

The Short story is here -->

One's up on a time, not all that long ago, there was a island in the Celtic sea by the name of Dee.

This island wasn't that big and well hidden in the mists most of the time  with danger's rocks around the shoreline.

This made the island a hard place to go to safely unless you could fly.

Despite this there lived humans together with many magical creatures of light and dark.

This sharing of this island was not always easy as you can imagine.

The dark ones, mainly Drow, wanting to rule the island.

The one's of the light, mainly Elf's and Pixies wanting the island for them and nature.

And then there where the humans, Or round ears as the dark and light ones tend to call them.

Well they, the Humans, mostly wanted the island to them self and their livestock.

And of cause some wanted to rule them all.

Many battles, fights  and accusing went around but most of the time it was a good place to live.

But then the mermaids king showed up and boy did this make a mess.

The Elf's seem to trust him or at least befriend him but the Pixies didn't like him at all and the druid of them and the leader of the Elf's who together ruled the light ones came in a argument and both used their tong. They where friends for ion's but now both their sharp tongs cut each other down.

Some say it would have been better if they had a fight with knifes as les damage would have been done.

Pixies and Elf's distrusted each other, and the light became gray.

The Drow's just tunnelled more like they always had done hollowing out the island letting the fight be there entertainment.

The Human's didn't care as it would keep the Pixie pranks to the Elf's and the Elf's more occupied with the pixies.

The Humans would just expand their town and their mining.

Most other magical creatures left as they didn't like to be in the middle.

In the end almost only the Elf and the Pixie where left.

The Drow lost interest in the island as it was picked clean of all they had interest in and the Humans where to abundant and they even ventured in their tunnels, leaving the support structures decay.

By this time the strong headed Elf, her sister and Pixie finely noticed that they were now the last ones in a corner of the island with little life left,  except the Humans who where like rabbits.

They finely made up their differences  of sort and together made an escape, something that is very hard for an Elf that is rooted I might say.

Though they worked together it was uneasy as they fought so long yet wanted the same thing for the island and with their fight lost that same island.

Shortly after they left the old supports of the row started to fail and the island crumbled.

And in a storm in the lat 16th century the sea swept in to the tunnels braking the last supports.

Then the island collapsed near completely in to the sea.

Only a part with a long abandoned ruins lighthouse of the bard stayed above the water.

Till this day it's defying the sea with the ruins it in the middle and a small oak tree and a lavender bush as only plants.

It is rumoured that in stormy nights near the bush and tree you can hear the bickering words of the Elf and Pixie in a tong long lost.