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 Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 1:06 pm
Many years ago, a cataclysmic event known as The Divine War took place, during the war three cities were torn apart, the cities were known as Mercinae, Parrius, and Thakria...
Mercinae, the city of Light, was led by king Thandries
Thakria, The city of Magic was led by prince hector
Parrius, The city of Pirates was led by Madam Cassandra
Thakria, for many years before the war were plotting to take over all of the world, turning it into a demonic Haven, they enlisted the soldiers of Goblin Town, which included Orcs, Goblins, Uraks, and also a aray of demons, while Mercinae heard of this act and took up arms, having the promise from parrius that they would come to aid in the fight...Mercinae was crushed, and blockaded into there home city..Parrius never came, they remained neutral and allowed Thakria entrance....but on the last day of the war, King Thandies rode out with his eight princes, with the blessings of the Gods they won, they destroyed the thankrian army and forced Hector to return to Thakria, though they didnt punish him at all, they just placed legions of troops all around, now, all cities are seperate, not wanting to speak to the others, the land is still ravaged from the war, demons, orcs, and goblins still roam free, the Mercinae army doesnt do anything about it, Thakria is beginning to plan again for another assult, Parrius, still no where to be found, the city of pirates staying to themselves...Will you let Thakria win....will you help Mercinae fight against thakria....or will you be like Parrius and stand in the shadows....
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 1:07 pm
The Villagers scattered as the huge black stallion thundered into the square. The tall, broadshouldered rider reined in outside the Tavern contemptuously, sliding from the saddle like liquid darkness, he was standinbeside the master of the stable before the horse had fully calmed.
The old man took in his late visitor in quick nervous glances. this was no rough mercenary or country lord. He wore the finery of a noble and his sharp aquiline features and the glittering arrogance in his eyes were those of a warrior. A formidable pairing, and not one to be taken lightly.. He tossed his long black hair behind his shoulder and stepped closer to the stablemaster.
"yes lord" the stablemaster said in hushed tones, as though afraid anything he might say or any stray movement he might make wold bring this dark mans wrath...he had seen such as this one before, more times than he could count, and their temperaments were as unpredictavle as the winds. he had seen friends and relatives who had not the wits to learn this lesson and live.
"You will care for my mount" the dark one said softly, his words carried forcefully despire the softness with which they were spoken/ "you will watch him throughout the day, and I will call for him tomarrow evening. I am not certain of the hour of my return, have him ready and keep him ready. your head rests on his condition, your future rests on my pleasure." He quickly strides down the street, his black trenchcoat flowing at his feet like a mist in the forest, he turns quickly and walks into the tavern.
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