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-Introduction

It was given many names as the ages went by: ragnarok, apocalypse, among others, or simply, 'the end of the earth'. It was always foretold that one day, such a time would come. It was inevitable, however, people don't change, nor will they ever. In spite of warnings, they let their lives continue on as they always had, with no regard to the consequences they would one day have to face. In a way, they cannot be blamed, for their minds are like those of naive young children; they could never have known how soon their day would come.

Her treasure had been tossed assunder like nothing. Vandalised, abused, disfigured...the Goddess weeped for Her earth, but Her tears were swiftly replaced by resentment, and anger towards those who She had entrusted with such a precious gift. I will not allow such a treachery... Her wrath fell upon the humans who had disrespected Her treasure, and the end of days began. Oceans ran dry, mountains crumbled to the ground, typhoons ravaged cities, earthquakes split continents... Scores of people went mad, slaughtering each other in a desperate attempt to preserve their own lives, but in the end, their efforts were all in vain. By the time thirty nights had passed, the earth was no more than a barren wasteland, unfit for life by any creature. From the ashes, the Goddess took her Treasured Ones; those who, not being human, had respected and preserved her gift to the best of their abilities. She brought them forth from all parts of Her creation; from beneath, the Demons, guardians of the dark times and agents of the shadows. From above, the Angels, sweet upholders of the light, the embodiment of goodness. From the cities and barren places, the Lycans, and the Vampyres, they who followed their own paths in the world, defending their personal ideals. She brought forth the Elves and all manner of Fey creatures, the beautiful ones graced with Her wisdom and longevity. She brought to her all manner of beings who she had graced with the intelligence equal to or greater than that of the humans who she had damned, finishing with her followers, the practitioners of her Craft. She took them into her arms and for them, she created something new, a fresh world in which they would reside as her Chosen ones, free from the fate of the humans who had deserted her.

Eons later, the world named Rehf is flourishing, all memories of the old Earth recalled only as lost myths now, stories told to children at night to ensure their good behaviour and respect. Each of the different species resides their contentedly, tolerating, if not always enjoying, the company of the other kinds. Each species has now developed it's own unique culture and way of life; as such, those of different species don't often intermingle with each other, much preferring to keep to themselves. However, this strained tolerance is quickly diminishing, being replaced by tension and distrust. In the minds of each group, they are in fact the Chosen people of the Goddess, and they alone deserve her grace; to everyone, anyone of the other species is lower, less important. There have already been some minor outbreaks on the borders between territories, minor parties trying to take more land for their own kind. These incidents were small at the beginning, but the threat of more dangerous attacks is becoming more real as these hostile groups grow in number; in their minds, it is their divine right to take the land away, and they are more than willing to fight for it. Aside from the issue of territory, many disputes have now come up is regards to lifestyles and beliefs, political standings, commerce, among a score of other things; the stench of war is heavy on the air, and everyone knows it can't be far off.

Apart from the rising conflicts, another poison is quietly feeding itself to the sanctity of this world. A group of renegades, known to the general public as the crime syndicate Gate, has been forming a sinister plan. After years upon years of researching and learning, they have gained knowledge of the happenings of the ancient past, and of the true power of the Goddess above. Hungry to taste such a power, they have been relentlessly searching for a tool they have heard tell of, a key that is rumoured to be able to open the gateway to the cosmos. And now, after so long, they may finally have found a way to obtain it...

Class Explanation`

In Rehf, people are generally placed into one of four possible main categories; they're either a Citizen, a member of a Military, a Politician, or a Renegade.

A Citizen is anyone who doesn't fall under the category of Militant or Politic, but still operates generally inside the views of normal society. They can be of any career type. They can be law abiders, or criminals, or the kind of people who live off the government and nevermake anything of themselves. A Citizen is basically your average person.

A Militant is, obviously, anyone who is a member of any military organization. They serve the government and it's needs, answering to the Politician's orders and protecting their kind from the threat of the other species. They are the guardians who make sure that everything runs smoothly and as it should.

Politicians run society, creating laws, handling currency, and generally making sure that the world keeps on turning. They are presidents, queens, ministers... any position of high authority. They deal with the relations between other species, and make the big decisions in what will happen.

A Renegade is anyone who doesn't fall under any of the other categories, and is often a member of an organization known as Gate, who fronts as a crime syndicate, but is actually trying to devise a way to steal or harness the Goddess' power. They live outside the laws of society, living as they choose.

Profile Skeleton`

Characters may be any form of humaoid, or otherwise intelligent species, but not human (if you recall, they're all dead).

OOC//Comment Thread`

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OOC Thread

Kento sat on the seat as he rested. Not to long ago he finished making 50 arrowheads, which Edmund was now delivering give Kento time to shine his blade and sharpen it. The day was almost over and that meant that training area was closing soon, too. He wrote a quick note and stuck on the forge as he headed off to train.

A few hours later as the sun began to set, Kento headed back to the shop which also served was also he and Edmund's home. He entered the shop and noticed all the blinds were closed. He quickly felt around for the light switch and turned on the lights. As the lights flooded the room Kento saw that is was a mess and a bloody trail leaded out the back door. Kento quickly ran outside to follow the blood trial.

After 2 miles of jogging and following the trial by the light of the setting sun. It soon lead him graveyard. He entered it slowly, worried of what he might see. What he saw would shock him for the rest of his life. There at the end of the trial was a crudely made gravestone marked with the name Edmund Sirefield. Kento collapses on the dirt and wept till the moon came up. He soon retreated back to the shop, found all the money Edmund was hiding and hid it somewhere he could get it and escape if needed. Than he fell asleep.

A tumbling of trash can echoed in the distance, strange to hear considering that a curfew was being enforced. Having elven blood and heightened hearing, Kenji was able to identify where the incoherent sounds turned to voices were coming from. After a quick dash down some allies he stopped. The air was thick with the putrid drink of the human race, alcohol, and laughter of those intoxicated by it. An angel stumbled around the ally where her attackers confronted her. He saw them leaving and wished he could have gotten here a minute or two earlier to have had the chance of protecting this person. He leaned over and offered her his hand, "Can you stand?" He glanced at her wings and noticed that they were different than that of angel's, but they were beautiful, sparkling in the moon's radiance. Whatever she may be her injuries have to come first.

Her action was only natural, tensions between races were still quite common and the situation wasn't improving. "An angel settlement? No wonder I got strange looks when I arrived." There was a slight hurried nature about him so as to not get any attention from her attackers. If they turned around and came back it would cause trouble for both of them. Kenji felt that she was lying about being ok, for she had difficulty standing straight. He offered his hand once again, "I know a good doctor in town, specialist in healing magicks, I would help you myself but I am weak in such skills."