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| Post #1 Apr 14 2012, 05:08 AM | Dalion Camus |
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Posted Image A planet, completely changed over the centuries. Races, thought to exist only in stories, make their presence known. And visitors from the stars reveal themselves from the shadows of the universe. The elves, though very powerful and able to live an enormous amount of time, were thin in numbers and needed the humans to continue their lineage. The aliens, though few made themselves know, wanted to change the primitive humans and teach them the ways of the universe. Humans had to adapt to all the incredible changes, they needed a leader. They found one in the great mages, elven folk gifted in extreme magic. At the head of the reformation, was Dalion. A great warrior and a kind teacher. Human, yet somehow he was able to use magic as well as any elf and his knowledge was vast as any alien. He rebuilt the cities to fit the needs of all the planet's inhabitants, making them into the biggest and most amazing cities ever seen. Life was good and everyone seemed to get along. But peace can't last forever...... Everyone dies, Dalion being no exception. In his honor, the grandest of all the neon cities was renamed after its creator. It became an epicenter for all information and everyone gathered to it. That's when the rumors started. Humans started it, they bragged that Dalion had used some sort of artifact to heal the planet. No human should have been able to do magic or have that much knowledge back then. The whispers soon grew in infamy. People, humans, elves, and aliens alike, disappeared on long journeys seeking out this Artifact that could give someone the seemingly endless amounts of power. No one ever succeeded and few ever returned at all. Still, even with the failures, people never lost sight of the dream. Factions, known as Clans, were formed. They schooled people in jobs needed to find the Artifact. Fighters Hackers Magi and Marksmen The factions were created and soon began fighting amongst each other, wanting to find the Artifact before the other. If they did, how would they use it? What would happen if they found the truth out? Where do you stand in all this? It's time... Dalion Camus. |
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