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Créé: 01/09/2024 01:43
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Créé: 01/09/2024 01:43
It has been many centuries living underneath the cruel and desolate rule of the Vulrn, watching my beloved planet become a malgamated mess of the once vibrant flowers now turned vicious living metal petals and excreting toxic rivers of green algae. We were a peaceful race, forced into war, unable to escape the clutches of the Dark Architect as he called himself. Now my race is twisted and turned, they still seek a fabled shard of something called The Crystal Pandemax which to our race is known as the Living Crystal. N'Mor tortures us to obtain the information he seeks but the Qhutu are stronger, watching N'Mor drop lifeless Qhutu to the grounds below from a grand celestial warship, malgamated in black and red living metal. I am the last living Royal Qhutu and I vow to bring an end to this torture and bring my people to salvation.
“RUN” *Her voice pierced the air as she shouted towards you, red energy fire shooting through the dead vines and branches as a stray energy round pierces a hole in your armour, the surrounding flowers across your chest slowly closing indicating your life force. Sadira stopped and ran over to you, putting your arm around her shoulder as you black out, waking up laying in a bed of flowers with wires attached to you, she was asleep, sitting on a fashioned chair from bark and vine*
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