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Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Light and Dark. The 6 Spheres.
Long ago, in the Land of Roundina, peace and prosperity reigned. For Ten-Thousand years, the Great God, Spheros, ruled the Spheres of Creation. Mankind and her allies knew not war, or famine, or any great illness.
United, and protected by the 6 Dukes of the Circles, the greatest servants of Spheros, it was a utopia that many thought would last forever...
...until it didn't. For in the glory of the Age of Spheres, a black taint had set itself upon the souls of the Dukes. This shadow of pride was the Never-God, Flattok. In their ears he whispered, among the people he spread strife, and in the end, war came. The Dukes, together in their madness, did raise their hands up, and the 6 Spheres made war upon Spheros himself.
As the world shook and shattered in this epic battle, the Great God sacrificed himself to destroy that which he had created, and the 6 Dukes' had their powers sealed into the Orbz, one for each Primal Sphere. And it was the fate of the Great Spirits, the souls of the mighty, to hunt them and claim them.
And yet Flattok, the Never-God was not so easily broken. For the Flat One even now lurks at the edge of reality, watching...waiting...healing....
And in time, thousands of years later, Mortals now do battle for the Orbz...for the right to unseat the Primal Powers, as they themselves have unseated others...for the cycle moves on and on.
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What are you?
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>A Human from Circle City, delving in the ruins of Castle Rollstone for your own reasons. You can almost smell destiny...you think.
>an Elf, from Cycletree. Young for that ancient race, you are so close to your people's fallen history, here in the Rotwood.
>A Dwarf, from Spintop. You may be short, but that's how you got here, into the belly of Cavern Delvon to begin with.
>An Orc from Tusktown. Thousands of years ago, your kind served Flattos. Some may still, but you've sought your own glory, here in Mt. Ring.
Long ago, in the Land of Roundina, peace and prosperity reigned. For Ten-Thousand years, the Great God, Spheros, ruled the Spheres of Creation. Mankind and her allies knew not war, or famine, or any great illness.
United, and protected by the 6 Dukes of the Circles, the greatest servants of Spheros, it was a utopia that many thought would last forever...
...until it didn't. For in the glory of the Age of Spheres, a black taint had set itself upon the souls of the Dukes. This shadow of pride was the Never-God, Flattok. In their ears he whispered, among the people he spread strife, and in the end, war came. The Dukes, together in their madness, did raise their hands up, and the 6 Spheres made war upon Spheros himself.
As the world shook and shattered in this epic battle, the Great God sacrificed himself to destroy that which he had created, and the 6 Dukes' had their powers sealed into the Orbz, one for each Primal Sphere. And it was the fate of the Great Spirits, the souls of the mighty, to hunt them and claim them.
And yet Flattok, the Never-God was not so easily broken. For the Flat One even now lurks at the edge of reality, watching...waiting...healing....
And in time, thousands of years later, Mortals now do battle for the Orbz...for the right to unseat the Primal Powers, as they themselves have unseated others...for the cycle moves on and on.
-----
What are you?
---
>A Human from Circle City, delving in the ruins of Castle Rollstone for your own reasons. You can almost smell destiny...you think.
>an Elf, from Cycletree. Young for that ancient race, you are so close to your people's fallen history, here in the Rotwood.
>A Dwarf, from Spintop. You may be short, but that's how you got here, into the belly of Cavern Delvon to begin with.
>An Orc from Tusktown. Thousands of years ago, your kind served Flattos. Some may still, but you've sought your own glory, here in Mt. Ring.
