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 Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2020 11:19 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2020 12:55 pm
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It is said that the earth's magic became dormant over the years the less people began to practice it. As if the rays of the sun were blocked out, the mentality of magic lay quietly in the back of our minds. Some possessed such a capability, but were never sure what to label it as. If one were to gain access to such a part of their brain, they would grow mad from the insane amount of power they harbored and thus these people were labeled as disorderly. Scientists would blame faulty X and Y's, imbalanced chemicals in the brain and other such things. The reality of the situation was that when the ancestors of these people were born, the gods would allow the world around them to strike them to the point of scars and sometimes these curses, hexes and spells that were bestowed upon them by choice or force would reflect and effect their descendants for generations. That is why the criminals of the world exist because of the past wars and decisions of their fore fathers.
As time went on, the dark arts were prohibited to use in many of the human villages. They saw the results and deemed it as an endangerment to their species and in turn, those that required it to survive such as the vampires, the shinto, the great dragons were all cast out and forgotten with time. Humanity chose to enter a realm where such things did not exist for their safety and survival as a species. Those that chose to remain in the worlds of magics were forbidden from crossing the boarder and merging with the humans on the other side. Families were divided, lovers never to hold one another again.
The results of this tragic set of events created a war between both sides and the realm of non-magic had to be completely blocked. To prevent any further damage, a group of seven heroes rose to the task to guide those that had magic in order to create a more peaceful environment and stop another war from occurring. Another division amongst the humans and the mystical creatures would surely have dire consequences. For without humans, vampires had no source of which to feed from and their wares or cultural food of which only humans could create would falter. The lands would die and work would fall. Humans, though mortal as they were, are in fact the base of all that which is. Every creature depended upon their survival.
The Seven Heros vowed to lead with dignity, honesty and having nothing but the best intentions in mind for those that needed guidance. They would assist with the bewilderment of lost or wandering souls, the governing of the people both magical and non.
As the years wore on, these seven leaders were respected and everyone would follow their orders. With their wisdom, these people ascended into the heavens when they became blessed by the gods. They gave them more wisdom to shed upon those below and for a time, the worlds knew nothing but calm.
Inspired by their bold steps, other realms began to have such leaders follow in their stead and the wars, the death, the sickness and the magic all became contained under these new laws. Outlaws became more frequent from the rogues that refused to see the sense in governing. Though not easy, the leaders would exile these beings as death would only serve hypocrisy in worlds attempting to prevent it. Each criminal was sent to a place of civilization and one that would feed their interests, but overtime they began to wander to other barren lands and make their own villages.
Thus the Rebellion Class was born unto the realms. This particular class of rogues found no satisfaction in any of the governed areas and chose to establish their own civilizations. Frowned upon by both the governed and the leaders, they were cast out and not welcomed for they were considered an endangerment. It created division yet again, the very thing the original seven wanted to prevent. Even then, those groups of rogue divided moreso and before you knew it, small settlements appeared everywhere and anywhere in the most peculiar of places. Some studied only dark arts, some healing magic, some not at all. With the barrier to the Human World blocked off, the non-practicers were forced to be settled with those like them as they could not fend off the magic users or the mystical creatures that preyed upon them.
That's right, even the mystical beasts were effected. The dragons were hunted by the rogues until they all hid away; some villages were completely taken out by the vampires that refused to not kill when feeding.
Wars broke out, the people suffered and the Original Seven had to step down from their paradise and use the powers of the gods to strike down the dangers that threatened the peace of the worlds. The energy involved took a lot out of them as they battled to keep the rebellion down that attempted to destroy the leaders. They had anticipated that a single war would kill the risen, but it only fed the fires and as new generations of the rogues were born, each one became stronger than the last.
When a hero fell to the hands of an ambush, another took their place. They hadn't time to mourn for their fallen bretheren and the gods created more of the ascended heros in the form of divine beings. They, too, had to become stronger each time one fell so that they could handle the strength of the rebellion.
The Leaders became the Council of the Seven and with their new name they vowed to take down the source of the Rebel's power. It could be found in the eight princes of the Underworld. Their god disagreed with the ways of the divine and only made his children that much more powerful and skilled. Their abilities exceeded an average demons by a long way. His children in turn gave the magic to the Rebellion. When the Council discovered this misfortune, they too demanded from the gods to give them such strength to match so that they could be the dominate ones.
Time drew on. The wars became massacres and the people suffered. In time, corruption was held on both sides and the gods could no longer be heard by the leaders. The original seven were long since deceased and their replacements fought on. A never ending array of death and anger; hypocrisy and injustice.
Today, either side will tell you how wrong the other is. It was when a former rogue stepped up and saw oppression on both sides that he created the third and final class known as the Neutrals. They sought for compromise, to see both perspectives and reach their like-minded goals. With it, laws could be reprimanded or renewed, the Rebellion could have its place with new ideals. They fought to be heard; the third voice that many did not hear screaming for another way.
Come help restore the Original Seven's wishes.
Become the Fourth Voice........
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2020 2:36 pm
"Don't worry so much," your friend says.
He's your best friend and the two of you have known one another since childhood. "When I found this, it was in my dad's attic. Mom told me that I could go through the stuff up there before he moves out and take what I want. I guess she doesn't care too much about any of it."
His name is Damien. He came out of the army a changed person. You remember he use to have a friend a while back that he swore was a vampire and you only laughed it off. His mom was super controlling back then and hadn't met her new boyfriend so her son was everything to her. She kept him away from a lot of things, including the LGBT community despite his orientation. He always wore this pink skirt that you and him picked out together. It was the only way he could low key be himself.
After he forcefully separated from the man he called "Master" when his mom stepped in, something in him died. You saw it when he returned from the war. He served his time and nothing was the same. You remember how heart broken he was back then, how shattered his mother made him. His long black hair had been cut, even the single hot pink streak that was always in his hair for years was gone. His piercings had all but healed by now and his body was no longer slim or petite. It had a more burly look to it now and the scars that littered his body were from forceful training that had a harsh toll on both his mind and spirit.
Damien would always tell you to look on the bright side of things or to keep hoping. Now, he considered himself a "realist" and stopped dreaming.
"I'm just here to take care of my mom," he tells you. "So I thought you'd want this." Offering out the small, silver gem to you, he has that faint smile. There's no emotion to it. "I can't go back because I just don't believe in it anymore," he explains in his tone laced with pure surrender. Reaching out, you clasp the gem in your hand and gaze at it, the faint ruby light within shining. You wonder where he got this and you want to ask, but silence yourself. This isn't the time for questions as Damien is letting go a part of himself he lost years ago. Everyone had thought Damien was dead. His parents had gotten a letter, yet here he was. It was a mistake apparently; miscommunications happen. Still, he was not the same and you could feel it. Something was just off about him, but witnessing the hell that he did would do that and so you accepted it. You were just happy he was back and safe.
"Well, I'll see you later and...I hope you find what I couldn't," he adds. Running his hands through his buzz cut hair, he picks up his bag and walks. You have a feeling that his is good-bye, but you don't know why.
"I'll see him again," you say to no one in particular. It's just a statement of reassurance. You have to remind yourself that Damien is back and things are going to be okay; they have to be.
When you get home, you place the gem in your keepsake box and throw yourself on the bed. It's been an emotional day. There was a lot of tears, but you're glad to see him again.
Shutting your eyes, you begin to doze only to be jolted awake by a strange aura around you. Glancing down, you see a silver mist surrounding your body and your eyes widen.
"Wha--?" You start to say aloud only for it to slither as a serpent down your legs and back to the source. It's in the box and as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, you get up and run towards it. Opening up the lid, the gem is glowing and so you pick it up. Looking it over, there's nothing particularly special about it--oh but it burns! You drop it and onto the floor it falls. Symbols around it form and a glowing circle of silver forms on your hard wood floor. The symbols are ever changing as though you're playing a game and have to pick one.
There are seven symbols total and one in the middle. Each symbol is a certain color and it forms a rainbow. The one in the middle is silver, shining the brightest. The sound it makes is a soft hissing and you back away, not knowing what to do. A large vortex forms of purple and black and it's pulling you in like some sort of black hole!
"Help!" you cry, only for the wind to be knocked from you and your voice vanishes. Into the vortex and the abyss swallows you up and you wonder what kind of hell Damien just put you in.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2020 6:26 pm
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You're coughing as this abyss is freezing and yet it warms you once it slows. All around you it seems like a flash as you fall to the ground and land upon a field of flowers. There's millions of them as many as the stars you can see in the sky. It's been a long time since you've seen the world so clearly. The air you breathe feels like a fresh gasp and you take in all of the smells around you. That cursed gem lies on the ground beside you with bits of mist rising from it. It isn't hot any longer and that strange vortex is long gone. As you sit up, you rub at your eyes and look around.
Where are you?
You can spot a large mountain in the distance with snow atop it. On either side of you are countless trees and you're in a clearing it seems. It's when you stand and turn around to gaze at everything that you spot a small shack in the distance. Beside it is a barrel and a sign etched into some wood that you can't seem to read from this far away.
Are you dreaming right now?
Did that strange gem make you pass out? Was it something you should of smoked? Damien did like to do that, but you guess it's too late now. Honestly though, this dream is so vivid it feels real. Reaching down, you grasp a blade of grass and pluck it from the ground, examining its features. What a strange color for grass; it's almost teal and more on the blue side than the green. The glow from the moon is nice upon it's textured features and then you begin to wonder if you really are just in a very nice trip, relaxing still on your bed at home.
The first thing you decide to do is walk towards the shack. If you can at least get someone's attention here, maybe the dream will wake you up.
Crossing the hills of grass, you step along the dirt path. It's a bit chilly now, but you're reminded that it's almost winter in the real world. Did you leave your window open again?
Taking the path the rest of the way, you keep glancing around and feeling at the trees, the grass, the dirt. It's all so real. You've never once dreamed this vivid before and it's a bit intimidating despite how mesmerizing it is.
Hesitating a moment, you knock on the door and wait. Dreams can turn into nightmares, let's hope that isn't the case. Wasn't there an omen about knocking on doors in dreams? You can't seem to remember as your head is still very fuzzy from your encounter with that strange abyss.
The door doesn't open and so you wonder if you should knock a second time or just wait.
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