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Thar Be Dragons
"In a place, by the name of Azerae, there had been a darkness rising. Ancient beings from beyond our time- ones whom were hungry, and thirsted to devour this place. They held power that men dreamed of, yet fuelled and fought with nightmares. We called them; Daedions.
The human King- Lazarus, stood up to the falling shadows, he waged a war yet was abandoned by his brothers. The Elves, whispered with self assurance that nothing could touch them in their holy forests. The Dwarves, trusted their mountains, burying themselves deep in stone and the Orcs believed themselves too strong to be felled. Yet the Daed came for them all.
A band of Elven archers and their commander revolted and joined Lazarus; as did a band of Dwarven mages and warriors. The Orcs that were intelligent enough to see the impending destruction joined their ranks. The King formed a council of the races. They were known as the Four Brothers.
The humans fell in vast quantities, their holds crumbled and cities starved. This was the beginning of the end. The remnants of man ran to the main city, the city of Cerce. As the battle reached its climax, there was no stopping in sight. The King, knowing that the only way to bring the battle to heel- was a spell. A forgotten scripture had spoken of a golden light, one that would rip the shadows to shreds alas; at the cost of being frozen within it's heavenly grasp. Forever till the Kingdoms of Orc, Elf and Dwarf found the courage, to bring the Humans back- and help them fight against the Daed anew.
The prophecy remarked that the four brothers- The four races of Azerae, must unite to halt the rebirth of the second coming.
It was lost to time, this story told by seers. Centuries passed, peace reigned and Lazarus slumbered in his city of gold.
You all know this story, one your parents lulled you to sleep by, sung and chanted in these taverns. I have called you here, because Lazarus needs to be woken. I see the signs, the Daed shall wake. You may think me a lunatic, yet can't you see? Humans, have almost gone extinct. Their magics lost to the void. It is us, whether by Daed or not, to bring them back. To return the city of Cerce. Whomever you may be, whatever you may be... Lazarus has slept for too long."
The old man who spoke the words with conviction looked earnest at the group whom filled the tavern after closing time. A time when he could speak free about this mission.
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Humans, are almost extinct. A war returns from the past. The prophecy rings true, and a man fulfilling his promise takes it upon himself to turn a bunch of misfit characters from every corner of Azerae into warriors whom will awake the old King,
King Lazarus.
Welcome to the Kingdom of Mice and Men.
Rules-
1) Don't be a dick
2) No OP characters
3) No killing another's character without consent
4) Have fun
5) Swearing and violence is allowed.
6) Douchebaggery shalt be punished by treason of the court. Thine head taken from thine shoulders.
That's a thang ^^^^^
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