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[Lyife, Present]
*Ding Ding Ding*
As the sound of bells echoed across the valley, a small group of people begin to gather. One, presumably the head priest, climbed up to a wide podium in front of the crowd. "May I have your attention!" The crowd fell silent as the priest began to talk. "Now to begin. For those who aren't quite caught up yet, we gather here every day to pray to the Magnificent Tree of Lyife!" The priest gestures to the looming tree behind him. "This tree has protected us for centuries! For example, in the great war...
[Upperlands, 2,000 years ago]
"Father..." Zethius winced. It was a sound he hated, the sound of his son's voice. God (no pun intended), he hated his son. "What is it Gellerus." Gellerus rolled his eyes sarcastically. "For the last time, call me Brody! And I got in a fight with sis again." Zethius sighed a deep and heavy sigh. "Which one?" "Alamana." "What was it about?" "Who the better deity is." "Well obviously her, she doesn't act like an 'emo' mortal all the time." "Father... Please." "Ugh, fine." Zethius picked up a rock, a leaf, a pebble and other random assorted objects. A bright spark formed in his hand. As Zethius cast the bundle down, the spark gradually grew until the world known as Raque was formed. "Here's a world. Get your siblings, prove your worth, and stop bothering me." "Thanks father." Zethius let out anothe exasperated sigh as he sat down.
[Lyife, present day]
"And that concludes my speech. Any questions?" The group shook their heads in almost unison. "Alright, prayer begins now." The group bowed their heads in prayer.
[Upperlands, Present]
"... And there's my chance!" Alamana exclaimed as she boticed a group praying to the tree down below. With an exited squeal, Alamana leapt into Lyife.
[Lyife, Post prayer]
"You may now rise." The head priest himself rose a few minutes later and looked onto the crowd. Something seemed a little off... They were all staring behind him. "What are you staring at?" The priest sputtered indignantly, "Sermon is over, go home!" "Ahem!" The priest turned to the soumd of th voice, only to fall onto the podium in shock. Alamana took that chance to take the priest's spot on the podium. "Dear citizens of Lyife!" She noticed the relaively small size of the group."Well... Those who are here... I am Alamana, Goddess of Lyife!" The head priest recovered from shock in an instant. "Goddess of Lyife... That means you are the wife of the dark overloard of souls and nightmares, Brody?" "Uh..."
[Lyife, 27 years prior]
The past head priest was finishing sermon as a blindingly bright flash appeared behind him. This was si startling, the poor priest fell over the podium in shock. He would later retire, making way for the new priest. Anyways... "I've got to work on that enterance..." Brody muttered to himself as he stepped out of the flash. "Hello-oooOooOo!" He said, as his coice cracked. "I am Dark overloard of souls, King of your nightmares-" Before he could finish, a couple of angles descended from anove carrying a banner and a few party poppers. At that exact moment, the angels unfurled the banner, which read "Congratulations Brody! You finally came out of the closet!" All the while, the angels were popping the party poppers. "Hey! Go away!" Brody frantically screeched a the angles while trying to swat them away. "So your name is Brody?" A small child stepped up to Brody wih curious eyes. "Say not my name. For if you do, I shall eat your soul!" "Eek!" The child scampered back into the crowd in terror. "Anyways... I must go. Remember me!" Brody stepped back into another portal, this one more glittery and rainbowy than the first.
[Lyife, present day]
"Well, there has been a problem." Alamana, seemingly recovered from the shock of being called Brody's husband, continued her speech. "The thing is, Geller- I mean Brody is creating an army of the undead. He plans on destroying the world! He must be stopped, and I need your help. Please, good citizens of Lyife, gather a band of adventurers, and stop Brody!" Alamana began to rise back upwards. "And he's NOT my husband!" She then flew up and dissapeared. The crowd sat in stunned silence. "So... I'm a little shocked... I'm retiring." The head priest got up, dusted himself off, and left.
It begins. The call has been made. Will you join the adventure? Or will you take the sidelines. If you don't join, I don't blame you. This place is pretty screwed up after all...
@Lotusy
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