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"You are all in the lands of Kypherin, the region isn't known for peaceful times, there has never really been a utopian society even through the ages, what some considered the greatest steps in man kind often turned into the greatest follies. |
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Civilizations of art arose and feel in single days where those of war and chaos lasted for centuries. |
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it is not clear how or why but many years ago a man by the name of Aldren labeled himself King, and set about a path of conquest, trampling the local lords and baronies to place the lands of Kypherin under one banner, ironically though he failed he galvanized the races as a whole as they separated, pulling away from one another to form clusters, the elves, the drow, the orc, the goblins, and the humans. |
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This was true through out the lands safe for a small country known as Zanobia, placed in the center of everything Zanobia was considered by all, a neutral plain, there was no war, and no warriors there, the races that lived and dwelled within those lands relied upon a small band known as the Border Legion for their defense. And for a time things where peaceful, beyond plague drought and famine that occasionally struck they where thankful enough that the wars had halted. |
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All save the human lands, Humans the youngest of the races where always infatuated with power seeking more then what they already had, the human lands where divided baronies and false hood lords. Skirmishes and fighting was prominent for many years, it only settled after the lords and barons had slain enough of each other that four had swollen to occupy the land. |
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But things are never good for long, the most popular weapon of war had always been Magic, and mages where in demand as it where, but upon the new moon a dire thing befell the lands of Kypherin. Magic, or more accurately, mana it's self had become wild, like a living thing those that channeled it found themselves fighting more then the flows for control over their own actions. |
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Wizards erupted in violent spells decimating whole cities; others went mad or burned themselves out completely until they no longer had the sight for mana. |
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In short Kypherin was swallowed into chaos once again. |
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During these times life as a street rat was trying, you never knew if the man who's purse you moved to cut was actually sane... or weather he was insane. But like anything when chaos and fear grips the hearts of men even a little street rat with a flat bladed dagger can do great things. |
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It was one such street rat along with his womanizing brother who started a militia, that militia was born of necessity and given only one purpose, to establish peace, and calm for the locals. |
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But like so many good intentions they gained enemies, and as enemies rose and fell their numbers grew. War broke out and though some decided to flea one dirty street rat and his womanizing brother stood their ground with a militia of haggard descendants of the Border Legion. Five years would pass; many bloody battles fought some lost but more where won. The war died out, like a brush fire having consumed it's source of food, and a Street rat named Arlien Darksong came from the ashes to be crowned a king, settling his lands over Durastine the young king found himself at a loss. His people needed order, they needed shelter from the carnage they saw about them every waking moment. And so he choose not to take an abandoned castle, but to build a new one, with Dwarven masons and Human artists, furre workers and Elvin designers her build a strong hold. A castle that shown pale to the sun in a land drenched in blood; he created Coritani Castle." |
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