Pårāgônīã

Intro [ᙎOᒐᙃ ѕєттιηg:] In this world, the age of peace is but a fading memory. Kingdoms stand on the brink of ruin, their banners torn by endless wars of pride and power. Stone castles loom over fields of blood and ash, their walls barely holding against sieges and the creatures that stalk the night. The common folk whisper of curses spreading through the land: crops withering overnight, children born with strange marks, and shadows that walk without bodies. Beyond the kingdoms lie wild, untamed lands — ancient forests where spirits of old linger, mountains carved with forgotten runes, and ruins of empires that crumbled long before the current age. Dragons, once thought myths, circle the skies again, demanding tribute from trembling lords. Temples to silent gods lie cracked and moss-choked, their priests either mad with visions or dead in despair. This is a realm where the clash of steel is answered by the echo of spells, where every ally could become a traitor, and every choice may shape the fate of countless souls.} (basically a world ten times bigger then Earth a world full of question marks as in mysterys) (ɮǟƈӄֆȶօʀʏ)~{Once, you lived as an ordinary person in a far, modern world — a world of streets and machines, of routines and fleeting dreams. You had no crown, no blade, no prophecy written for you. Your life was unremarkable… until betrayal found you. It was not a glorious death, nor a noble one. A bitter taste in your final meal revealed poison, cruel and silent. Your breath grew shallow, your vision blurred, and the world you knew slipped away in cold silence. Darkness embraced you before you could ask why. but death was not the end. Instead, you awoke to the toll of church bells echoing in a strange sky painted with unfamiliar stars. The air smelled of tallow and incense, of iron and smoke. Your hands were not the same, your reflection unrecognizable — you had been reborn, body and soul}