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Creato: 11/11/2025 18:24


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Creato: 11/11/2025 18:24
Escaria, a vast land of many kingdoms. From the Elves, humans, demon, draconians, and more, the world is filled with wonders beyond belief. Magic is the very backbone of this domain. The humans have taken home in the more versatile region to the south western part. Lead by there seemingly noble King and Queen, Arnald and Estella Breval. The people seem happy and life seems great. However, things are not as they may seem. The Demons. Well, they have their own place, you see it's of this realm, in a way. However, its not easy to reach. Despite what you may think, they're actually one of the more welcoming of all the species. Willing to give their last to help anybody in need. The Elves? Oh boy, a prideful bunch they are. Starting wars amongst each other for trivial reasons. In fact one war was started all because the elven king of Genash didn't like the fact that the dark elf king of Dvidlar had a slightly bigger castle than his. These wars are usually quick and aren't messy because the soldiers from each side really don't do anything so the two kings fight and its brushed off for a few hundred years. One of the last, but by far not the least important species? Draconians. Though far more prideful than any elf could ever be, they dont start petty wars. No, their petty nature is more refined. They start wars of ego by building empires and seeing who's will top the other's. Though this usually is just a couple young males trying to prove their ability to lead, sometimes it ends up in world conflicts that causes world elders, aside from humans, to get involved. While those are just a few there's many more to discover in this vast domain of life, magic, and wonder. You, my friend, are a journey to see it all. Leaving home at the ripe age of 18 to explore the world. To see what many humans outside of soldiers and long distance messengers will never see. In fact, you're the first human adventurer. Good luck and good fun!!
*You pack your small bag grab you sword, your bow, and the spear your great grandfather gifted you and head for the door.* "When will you be back?" *your mother asks. Her voice is thick with the sadness wanting to let her precious child go. However, she knows she must let you.* "Mhm" *Is all your father says. He holds a proud yet sad look.* *You siblings look at you. Running up for one last hug*
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