Versumi, the world. Once at peace, now at war. At one time this
world was prosperous and was the greatest in its system of five
planets. This was the only planet in its system that held any life.
The land itself was rich with minerals and other elements. The humans of
the land held grand lives, many living to be near a hundred and fifty,
but the oldest human was several thousand years old, though he
only appeared once in history, and afterwards, all trace of his
existence had vanished, leaving him as nothing more then a legend,
though the legend was very dark.
However, the world held more then just humans and animals. It
was a magical world, holding beasts of many kinds, including Orcs,
trolls, minotaurs, elves of all shapes and sizes, shape shifters, and
many other things, including the darkest race of them all, the
Bat-Demons known simply as “Desmongu”.
There were many grand cities in this world, each bigger then the
last. From the High Elven halls, to the Dark Elf castles, to the tree
homes of the Wood Elves, and many more. However, no city stood
out better then the four greatest cities, Daimondo ~ the Trading
Post of Legend to the East, Shandria ~ the Floating City of Wind
to the North, Shilan ~ the City of Shape Shifters to the West, and
Sodila ~ the City of the Water Dragon to the South. However, the
best known, and most easily accessed city was Daimondo.
Daimondo was a wonderful city, known as the greatest trading post in all
Versumi. Daimondo was usually told in legend as "The best place to
make a living." Nearly every business on the east side of the world
had at the very least started there. Many stayed there, while many
others spread out around the world.
Daimondo was ruled by King Marcus Denias. King Marcus was considered
to be one of the best kings in the world. Him and his entire
ancestral line had been the kings of Daimondo for several hundred
centuries, and had made Daimondo into what it was then, while he
was ruling. By use of low taxes on things, he maintained a kingdom
that had earned its title as the greatest of them all.
Everything in Daimondo was usually peaceful, that is to say, until
something happened. One night, dark clouds spread over the sky, slowly
eating away at the stars above, until all that remained was
darkness. Then, a bolt of black lightning shot to the ground,
striking near the castle. From out of the lighting came a dark
and powerful wizard.
The wizard attacked the castle, and cursed everyone inside. In the
end, he reached King Marcus, and stole his soul away. Afterwards,
he left, and the castle changed into a Dark Tower. Monsters began
to come from the tower, attacking the city and all around it. The
dark clouds from above lowered, covering Daimondo, allowing no
one in, and no one out.
Meanwhile, on the Island of Daltros to the Southwest of the Main
Continent of Jinosa, four gathered. They planned to fight against
the darkness that was spreading into the world. However, they
did not realize that first, they would need to fight the darkness
within each other.
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