Post by AerinaAdmin on Jun 15, 2016 14:01:46 GMT 11
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It is the year 255 of the Skies age, and the world knows nothing of peace. From the great Doran Sea to the freezing Brakx mountains, to the dark thorny brush of the Brenclan Forest all sorts of creatures and beings scrabble among themselves to find their place in universe. Along the Lenora river, the Elves hold sway over much of the riverbanks and farmland, ruling officially over the world of Aerina. Under Aerina within the smooth, stone walls of Nol Tarum lie the Dwarves, lead by the Cruel King Thalas. He leers over his mines, sending hordes of slaves into the deep dark at the mere possibility of wealth. In the Desert, the last remnants of the old Human Order wander as a nomadic tribe, lead by the ageing and unusual Farid Sandsow. Cities lay scattered among oases but Man is far from united.
A great choice lies ahead of every single being. It is in times like these in which change becomes truly possible. A single creature could change the fate of an entire continent. They might become a hero, a legend told throughout all of time as a savior of the weak. Of course, perhaps they might instead be known as a feared conqueror? The being that tightened it's fist around an entire continent and wringed it out until there was nothing left but ash and obedience. This land is Aerina. It's future is up to you.