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Post by Snakebite on Jun 30, 2009 1:28:58 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night the elders claim that the clash began. The ancestors were trapped inside cages of steel and iron, harder than rock they say, colder and harsher. The upwalker, past masters, had left them at the creators mercy. Indeed, they say, he gave them a chance for freedom but they must break the ties that bind them to their fools of masters-to break from the cold cages. Of the many that were there only some escaped, the elders claim the sea ran red with the peoples blood. The people who had not broken their bonds, the sea claimed their lives.
Four leaders stood above the rest each with there own way to lead. No one knows what happened that night, but only three of the leaders made it though the night; Night, Day, and Twilight. Thus the era of the Clash began. The elders say none are evil but each form there own thoughts on such. Only Twilight does not fight, Twilight is made up of healers, elders, and seers. The ones the guide the rest, the close to the gods and goddesses.
Time to rumble. Who will you be?
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