It seemed that the Mage tower of the Capital was a broken form of it'self and there was no hope to placing all the pieces back together. Įverything had to be double checked and cleansed, made sure it was up to par with what the other Mages were studying at the time. Working all his Life for the Magister, working, researching and studying the Arcane and Religious ways of Life was both testing and tedious.
Death was loose within the World ripping away life everywhere it was, and yet life persisted, and it was those two great titans battling each-other that create amost a burden within his soul. An Echo of that great power, of Death and of Life tangled inside of him. Swiping his long hair aside under the pleasant tree he was sitting under at he seemed at peace, however was truly not. Kaeraliale OOC I call Magenta as My characters text speech Just a few elves stare back at the elders, taking them as crazy zelots. it has been over 300 years since the last one felt and no one was fit to replace him. Only a single Staffman seems to have joined the elders wake, following in silence and hoping for someone else to join. You hear thoses shout as the elders move patrol over the plaza, with several children just behind them. You are at the central plaza of Eldrea, capital of the Life kingless kingdom, silently taking a tea under the pierced shadows a large tree. "Only the Great Temple can give our will to live in pride again! come out heroes! Life calls! Glory calls!" "We must take action! Shadows spreds over Urak and you people face it with apaty! Courage I say!" that right now was the greatest deathtrap most elves ever heard of.
once again they where shouting over in the streets, speaking of the dire need to free Life's Great Temple.
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