High Moon
Relic of a Bygone Age
The Fire Nation nears total victory. After over half a century of war, all that remains to stand against them are the corrupt in walled cities and the desperate in desolate holdouts. The tides were thought to be turning in favour of the allied nations, the Avatar coming into her supreme power in the Northern Water Tribe, but it was all just a cruel trick. An illusion of hope. For the Avatar, selfless in her nature, was struck down in cold blood by her allies in the Earth Kingdom. By the Dai Li. With her death, the North was truly subdued, it’s last remnants fleeing through the spirit portal she had opened with her last breath to the familiar yet foreign South.
Why did this happen? Why would the Earth Kingdom commit such heinous dishonour?
Officially, they didn’t. Internally however, it was part of a much greater plan. For Earth came after Water, and with her death a new Avatar could rise that would bring the Dai Li, not the Northern Water Tribe, total victory. As for the inconvenience of no Avatar in the preceding years, it wasn’t like Avatar Ziah was winning her battle anyway, helping her people retreat as it was. They had fought for over 30 years, they could last another 16.
Yet the cruel tricks kept coming, and none would be struck as high as the Dai Li themselves. They searched far and wide, in every village, in every cave, for a child that possessed the ability to command all elements, and they found...nothing. The possibility then arose of something that made Generals pale and Sages quiet. There were lands that lay within the Earth Kingdoms claim, yet were not within their control. The invader had invaded after all, and those lands were firmly in their grasp. In their arrogance they might have gifted the enemy a weapon that could not be matched. Contingencies had to be made. And a Fire Lord, a people, tricked into believing there was no Avatar. The cycle had been broken in the North for all to see. For their own people, they adopted a more hopeful stance, parading around an Avatar of their own for propagandic effect. For the most part, the plan worked. The Fire Lords government was tricked into believing there would be no more Avatars and thus did not search for one, whilst the Dai Li, ever consistent in their tight control of information, tricked the anarchic provinces and peoples of the Earth Kingdom into believing that Ba Sing Se had brought them hope once more.
Now the world has resumed its great war with an almost religious fervour. Time passes on as the Earth Kingdom battles the Fire Nation, Omashu stands alone against all powers, and the remnants of the Northern Water Tribe combine with their southern brothers, abandoning all hope for reclaiming the North, providing some form of unity for a broken nation, raiding the shores of the south with ferocity only a broken people can know.
Rumours gather in the skies of battles to come, of the Great Admiral Shin, Conqueror of the North, being given orders unknown. What those rumours dare not say, for they do not know, is of the boy Ikairo. The Admiral's own adjudant. A colonial with Earth Kingdom roots. A lava bender and….the Avatar.
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Hello Everyone, me and my friends(
Braddington
Basil the Bulgar Slayer
TYPE
) present to you AVATAR: SHATTERED FATE. A spin on the tale of ATLA. Diverging with the death of Avatar Aang during the initial stage of the war, which led to the reincarnation of the Avatar Sprit.We are looking for four players.
