
⇁ Mreran
⇁ In a world suffocated by segregation and supremacy, lies Mreran, a city themed by the old times, towering nearly miles from the surface and intertwined by millions of skywalks and open air bridges. Within these towers are supermarkets, bookstores, courts, jails, indoor parks. Towns. Homes. People. Humans. Yes. Humans. Those who have withstood the weathering of the world with the purest of bloods. So pure, some have even developed magics.
⇁ But so have the castaways. The halfbloods and pureblooded races that have been sentenced to life on the surface. Destined to serve those in the towers above. They're the farmers of the vegetables and fruits, the smitheys that provide the swords and weapons that bar their entrance to the acclaimed towers.
⇁ Those who lived at the top were said to be the richest, most political, and the most famous. It was the dream of anyone to make it to the top.
⇁ But what about those who were stuck on the surface? Those who disagree with the mayor of Mreran, and the rest of the world? What about them?
⇁ They're sick of being oppressed. Damn sick of it.
⇁ But so have the castaways. The halfbloods and pureblooded races that have been sentenced to life on the surface. Destined to serve those in the towers above. They're the farmers of the vegetables and fruits, the smitheys that provide the swords and weapons that bar their entrance to the acclaimed towers.
⇁ Those who lived at the top were said to be the richest, most political, and the most famous. It was the dream of anyone to make it to the top.
⇁ But what about those who were stuck on the surface? Those who disagree with the mayor of Mreran, and the rest of the world? What about them?
⇁ They're sick of being oppressed. Damn sick of it.