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War had raged on for an age... Three thousand years of warfare... with no apparent end. The two nations, Danatra and Ysat'el'ya's armies do not tire, constantly reimbursed with hundreds of thousands of soldiers from each of their vast, flourishing domains. The gods wouldn't have it, and each permitted six would-be prophets an audience. Their first, and, should they fail, their last. One for each god, Three from Danatra, and Three from Ysat'el'ya. The message was clear, Tell your respective kings to end this warfare, or the combined rage of every god will be brought down upon the lands. The prophets of Danatra succeeded, whilst those of Ysat'el'ya failed, horribly. The forces of Danatra retreated, or attempted to. The Ysat'el'yan forces followed, seeing the retreat as weakness and cowardice. The Danatran king, infuriated by the Ysat'el'yans refusal of retreat, ordered his soldiers to stop retreating, and continue the fight. And so the danatrans pushed back.

For exactly one hundred years, nothing of any remote level of divinity
occured. No odd deaths, no out of the ordinary disease or death... And the war still raged on. But that all changed. It started with an extremely powerful thunderstorm... Striking soldiers from each side for hours, the kings grew fearful, had they truly brought the gods rage upon themselves?

A halo of light then appeared in the sky... And both sides stopped fighting to look up. Slowly this light expanded, until it touched the ground. Then, without warning, the light died.

Leaving behind six beings, each as tall as three soldiers on top of each other. They began unleashing their "Rage", upon everything that moved. The soldiers tried to attack them, but to no avail. The gods flesh could only be rendered by magic, magic of which the common infantry knew nothing. Each kingdom had only a handful of casters, none of which were nearly powerful enough to attack the gods. It took the gods less than a day to kill almost every soldier along the path to the capital of Danatra. At that stage, the king was more than willing to give anything to the gods, for their forgiveness. The gods stood, ready to destroy the rest of the city, but, at the last moment, one of their own stood against them, the god Renfri. The other gods stood in question, but this delay was their downfall. Renfri, wanting to protect the humans, her own creation, wove a spell that would virtually remove their divinity.

But the flaw to her plan was that their divinity was absorbed into
her. As she cast it, the other gods began shrinking, and so did she, by a portion. The gods grew weaker, slowly becoming human, and more importantly, mortal. The humans began attacking, seeing weakness. All the gods except Renfri had been killed. But the effect of having the six souls in her caused her mental state to decay. She began aging at an uncontrollable rate, until she eventually appeared to be a human between the ages of 80 and 90.

The humans knew not what to do with her, but many thanked her, for the war was broken, none wanting such a cataclysmic event to occur, should they not be the only gods. She disappears, having no apparent divinity, and the humans not fully understanding what had happened.
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Ten years later...

The lands flourish in unity, trade is great. The sun shines. Both lands see the error of their ways, and are more than happy to begin an alliance. Magic flourishes, The kings of each land insisting magic be taught to those capable should the land come under any attack again.
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A hundred years later

The gods are forgotten, as many predicted they would be. The only stories capable of being told at the time struck fear into too one-too-many hearts, and generally weren't told. A small group of families passed on the stories, expecting the children to believe. They developed prayers for each god, Believing them still alive...

The third generation after the attack, a group of people of the ages eighteen through to thirty, each of which were told the story, share a dream, an extremely vivid dream in which the un-aged Renfri tells them that the power of the gods still resides, dormant, in a mountainous region known as "Telag". And that these powers can be harnessed, and should be, before the gods can find a way to regain their divinity, and inevitably destroy the kingdoms. They are sworn to secrecy, physically unable to tell a single person of their dream.
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Ok, so you will be roleplaying as one of those people who are told of this "divinity". You could roleplay as something else, if you truly wanted, but with the people sworn to secrecy, that would get a little difficult.

The gods names and traits are as follows:

Renfri: The "Mother" goddess, Seen as the creator of all life on earth, although this is not known to be true.

Malek: The god of Death, Seen as the taker of souls and such. Held responsible for plague and disease.

Raja: The god of Melody, Seen as the creator of air and sound. Said to have given a prophet the first Harp, and to entrust him with the remaking of it.

Aeral: The goddess of Love, Seen as the "Binder of Souls". Respects to her are paid at marriages, and sacrifices given regularly, to prolong a happy marriage.

Halt: The god of strength and, Seen as the god for the rights of men. Lumberjacks and the likes often pray to him for a sharper hatchet, or a weaker field of tree's.

Jianne: The goddess of Knoweledge, Seen as the creator and teacher of magic. Schools make sacrifices to her for granting them the ability of free thought, and ease of magic casting.

There are two types of magic, The type of which can be woven into a prayer to a certain god, bestowing the gifts of which that god stands for, and are fairly simple to cast, Requiring only knoweledge of the english language however you may only cast a spell/prayer that is relative to your god/goddess.

Raw magic on the other hand, has near 100% freedom, Should you know the correct wording, and a basic understanding of the ancient language, you can cast almost any spell you want, write or even create your own spell. The largest problems of this are that:
A) You need to know the basics of an ancient language,
B) The wrong wording in a spell can get you killed and
C) They take up relative energy. (A spell that pushes away air takes less energy than a spell that picks up and hurls someone)
You don't have to make up a different language for your spell, otherwise we won't understand what you intend to do, so just put down what you want the spell to do in Italics. EG: Attempts to thrust X person into Y Wall.

Character Sheets are posted as following:
Name:
Age:
Sex:
Hometown: (Danatra/Ysat'el'ya)
Weapon(s):
Understanding of Magic: (Cannot be proficient with both a sword and magic, either balanced in a low level of both, or good with one, bad with other)
Description:
Bio:

Link to IC Here.

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Name: Devan Eolas
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Hometown: Danatra
Weapon(s): A big, heavy lexicological tome of smacking. I.e., a dictionary.
Understanding of Magic: Fairly proficient. Middling fluency in whatever language needed for the use of raw magic. On the rare occasion of her using a prayer, it will go up to Jianne.
Description: Tall, and skinny for her height. Pale skin, doubtless from far too much time spent in libraries. Shoulder length, wavy brown hair. Horn rimmed glasses. Dresses in loose, long sleeved blouses and long skirts, mostly in blue. Carries a big-ass book around under her arm.
Bio: Nothing much to say. Daughter of two scholars, took after her parents. Few friends, and most of them are library staffers. Had a weird dream, with gods and everything, which she feels compelled to follow.

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Name: Kira Atronak
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Hometown: Ysat'El'Ya
Weapon(s): A large, horned, recurve bow, with a set of Black-Iron arrows in a large quiver on her back. Also carries a small dagger.
Understanding of Magic: Extremely basic, only knows spells taught to her by others, not understanding the words. The only prayers she know are those of which belong to Raja, those that give swift and true flight to her arrows.
Description: 6"4, black hair, toned body. A set of leather vambraces, the one on her right hand has a set of clips for her bow so that she can keep one hand free and still have a drawn bow. Wears a cloth robe with a blotchy pattern, allowing a small form of camouflage whist in bushes.
Bio: Grew up in a rough-and-tumble home with three other brothers. She was taught about the gods at birth, and was told the stories upon which she now bases all life today.

She received her dream and sets off to the mountain valley between the two civilizations.

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Name: Geralt Wissmeiker
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Hometown: Ysat'el'ya
Weapon(s): No physical weapons.
Understanding of Magic: Mastery of Raw Magic, knows more than the average caster. Prefers to use Raw Magic over prayer.
Description: 6"9, slender frame. Is usually shrouded by a silken back robe. With his hood down he has shoulder-length, white har and a strong faceline. He wears nothing under his robe other than a set of leather pants.
Bio: When he was eight, he was told the story of the gods. He grew up as an only child and doesnt have much experience with socializing.

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Both approved. One more and we can get this party started.

Divinity here I come!

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Name: Elric Manes
Age: 19
Sex: male
Hometown: Danatra
Weapon(s): Crimson Azoth (A magic sword)
Understanding of Magic: Most of his power lies in his magic while he still posses the power of swordsmanship
Description: He wears all white. A white over coat, a white undershirt, a white pair of baggy pants, and he really sticks out. He also has white hair and navy blue piercing eyes. His shoes are also white with no shoe strings.
Bio: (Wanna save for the story =D)

Name: Johanna Eris
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Hometown: Danatra
Weapon(s): Longbow, Two Throwing Knives
Understanding of Magic: moderate Raw Magic, is still learning the ancient language, no prayer magic whatsoever
Description: long black hair, pale skin, brown eyes, often wears white blouse, white headscarf, long black pants and wraparound sandles, brown leather belt, brown leather jerkin over blouse, short dark blue skirt, fit and slender
Bio: raised in a family that does not believe in the power of the Gods and raised against the power of prayer but a family active in raw magic. Mother, father, one sister Miriam who is fifteen years younger than her.

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IC is up! Link is in my first post.

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Name: Des-caine (Most just refer to him simply as Caine)

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Hometown: Danatra

Weapon(s): His sword is self-forged, with a blade reminiscent of a katana but with a slighter curve, it appears almost straight. The blade is also weighted heavier than a regular Katana.
The hilt is leather bound as would be a Broad-sword or a Bastard sword, with a triangular cross-guard and a design pommel with what looks like a dragon, it's wings covering the sphere that it's emerging from as if just hatched. It's head points with malicious eyes towards the intended target, as if staring into the soul with disheartening judgement.
The tail curls up to the base of the hilt and ends of a barb, spiked and sinister.
It's the work of a follower of Halt. He utters a silent prayer to Halt whenever he draws the thing, asking for the strength to survive and press on.

Understanding of Magic: Basic. The only spell his knows is the prayer he utters before a battle, it grants him a minor boost of strength within him and his sword. Just a small edge to give him hope.

Description: Des-caine's most striking and notable appearance is his bark-brown hair, as long as a man's arm, it touches the edge of his waist, it is usually tied in such a way to keep it from his eyes and face but let it still flow down around his body.

His armour is generally very light, allowing him more flexibility and agility, but it's still strong enough to withstand a decent strike.
His deepest layer on the torso is a soft, thin tunic, with sleeves down to the elbow, atop that is a vest of leather armour and atop that is a loose-fitting shirt of chain that is grafted into the leather by the sleeves, the rim and the collar.
His pants are strong, made of deer-hide, strong, hardened/studded leather pads protect his knees and shins.
The same material protects his shoulders and elbows.
His boots are a similar leather, but also covered in a tight layer of chain, stitched in by metal wires for maximum strength.

His sword is sheathed at a 45 degree angle on his back for easy retrieval, it is obscured by the heavy, dark cloak he wears for protection against the elements.

Bio: Des-caine was bought up in Danatra to embrace Halt, the God of Strength. He learned harsh lessons to further strengthen himself and his mind. His lessons were more than physical, they were of the mind and his reserve, without a strong mind, he would fail in his body.

He recently had a dream of Gods, where he saw Halt, large, broad-shouldered, flowing blonde hair and a battle-axe (a normal man would have trouble wielding it with both hands) but Halt had no problems swinging it non-chalantly with one hand to the point of reckless-ness. But he was in entire control.
But Halt wasn't the only one, he heard the sweet sounds of Raja and his melody, felt the sweet kiss of Aeral upon his cheek, breathed the divine wisdom of Jianne, sniffed the rancid air of Malek and his pestilence...and finally, heard the words of the Mother Renfri, her matriarchal hand reached out for him and spoke the word, Destiny, before thrusting him back into the waking land, where the sun rose over the horizon line. It shined with brighter intensity that morning and he knew it was the day of his leaving.

Saying goodbye to nobody, he set out upon his journey. That is where Des-caine is left.

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Excellent Bio.

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