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[Red]Labyrinthos[Red], an infinite maze made to lock the Ancients away. [Red]Domdaniel[Red], the city they built at its heart. The [Red]Demons[Red], monstrous creatures that the other [Red]Rooms[Red] of [Red]Labyrinthos[Red] spew forth, their mouths watering at the thought of devouring your entire race.
These are the facts of your existance as a [Red]Mazeborn[Red], a descendant of the [Blue]Ancients[Blue] born inside the city of the labyrinth. All your life, you had to listen the myths of eld, of the [Blue]Outside[Blue], where the sky was blue and the sun was bright, and how the vastness above your head was no more than a fake, something made with ancient magicks to mimick the real thing, even if they looked so real and warm to you. About the ancient war against the [Red]Demon Gods[Red], the very beings that now give magic to [Red]Mazeborn[Red] that try to explore the depths of [Red]Labyrinthos[Red], which resulted in the [Blue]Ancients[Blue] being locked away in this cursed place, even if this is the only existence you've ever known.
Life continues, and it's not like [Red]Domdaniel[Red] is a particular bad place to live, as the [Blue]Ancients[Blue] have learned to prosper inside it's walls, but you've always dreamed of something more like many others: Of exploring the neighbouring [Red]Rooms[Red], seeing lands so alien they could be confounded with other worlds, of defeating powerful enemies and becoming yourself a paragon of [Red]Power[Red]. You've always wanted to be an adventurer. And for that single reason, you woke up this day. Just the day before, you graduated from high school, and now you're finally able to strut to the [Red]Crawler Base[Red] and start realizing your dreams. Your parents have tried dissuading you for some years now, but even confronted with the fear of death, madness or other horrible things, they soon understood that you couldn't be convinced otherwise in this matter.
<span class="mu-s">You look yourself in the mirror of your room smiling, congratulating yourself for surviving enough to finally see it through, the reflection in front of you showing..:
>An Elf Mazeborn, with long pointed ears and a tall, sinous body, the aristocrats of this city, your inquisitive eyes glowing.
>A Dwarf Mazeborn, short in stature but with a resilient body, your dextrous hands twitching with anticipation.
>A Pixie Mazeborn, one of the smallest but most agile races this dungeon has ever seen, wings flapping excitedly.
>A Giant Mazeborn, growing a little more than twice an elf's height and with strenght to match, your muscles bulging.
[This is the time for you to create the Main Character. There are no Humans in Domdaniel, but you can propose other monstrous Mazeborn races for them to be. Would also like votes for sex and maybe some tentative images to inspire their appearance just so I don't need more votes for it. Also, welcome to Domdaniel.]</span>
These are the facts of your existance as a [Red]Mazeborn[Red], a descendant of the [Blue]Ancients[Blue] born inside the city of the labyrinth. All your life, you had to listen the myths of eld, of the [Blue]Outside[Blue], where the sky was blue and the sun was bright, and how the vastness above your head was no more than a fake, something made with ancient magicks to mimick the real thing, even if they looked so real and warm to you. About the ancient war against the [Red]Demon Gods[Red], the very beings that now give magic to [Red]Mazeborn[Red] that try to explore the depths of [Red]Labyrinthos[Red], which resulted in the [Blue]Ancients[Blue] being locked away in this cursed place, even if this is the only existence you've ever known.
Life continues, and it's not like [Red]Domdaniel[Red] is a particular bad place to live, as the [Blue]Ancients[Blue] have learned to prosper inside it's walls, but you've always dreamed of something more like many others: Of exploring the neighbouring [Red]Rooms[Red], seeing lands so alien they could be confounded with other worlds, of defeating powerful enemies and becoming yourself a paragon of [Red]Power[Red]. You've always wanted to be an adventurer. And for that single reason, you woke up this day. Just the day before, you graduated from high school, and now you're finally able to strut to the [Red]Crawler Base[Red] and start realizing your dreams. Your parents have tried dissuading you for some years now, but even confronted with the fear of death, madness or other horrible things, they soon understood that you couldn't be convinced otherwise in this matter.
<span class="mu-s">You look yourself in the mirror of your room smiling, congratulating yourself for surviving enough to finally see it through, the reflection in front of you showing..:
>An Elf Mazeborn, with long pointed ears and a tall, sinous body, the aristocrats of this city, your inquisitive eyes glowing.
>A Dwarf Mazeborn, short in stature but with a resilient body, your dextrous hands twitching with anticipation.
>A Pixie Mazeborn, one of the smallest but most agile races this dungeon has ever seen, wings flapping excitedly.
>A Giant Mazeborn, growing a little more than twice an elf's height and with strenght to match, your muscles bulging.
[This is the time for you to create the Main Character. There are no Humans in Domdaniel, but you can propose other monstrous Mazeborn races for them to be. Would also like votes for sex and maybe some tentative images to inspire their appearance just so I don't need more votes for it. Also, welcome to Domdaniel.]</span>
