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It is the year 1576. The land of Fanim is currently under the rule of Wincent, the man turned corrupt by his extremely unlikely possession of both the powers of earth and fire. Well, half of the land. The kingdom of Pur has thus far managed to repel the forces that Wincent has sent against it in a bid to expand his influence beyond the mountains. But, it is not to last. As his dark, corrupted hand of power creeps along the land, and as he compels more subjects to join his cause with empty promises of a good life and honest threats of slow death, he is growing more and more powerful; and more so, there is no known, fail-proof way to openly oppose a man with such dangerous, destructive power at his fingertips. The armies that arrive from the Other Side, as that is what the kingdom of Auxil has been branded as by citizens from Pur, periodically consist of stranger and stranger creatures; seemingly non-human, seemingly non-elvish, yet undoubtedly twisted by the evil magic weaved by Wincent himself. It is a dark time indeed.
The kingdom of Pur, however, is currently a thriving, prospering and bustling kingdom, where all it's citizens live in relative peace. Trade routes are open all over this half of the land, and also by sea going out to other towns by the coast. The kingdom's army, the Fist of Justice, consists of only valiant, able-bodied men who are ready to fight for their kingdom. Villages and towns dotted around on this half of the land are sure to give you a warm welcome, while also offering rare items and such that would be hard to come by anywhere else. The land here is lush, green, and fertile. People should be happy, but how can they ignore the corruption on the Other Side?
The smell of cooking meat reached Colin's nose as he slowly turned the large, skewered, and skinned hare over the camp-fire, quiet as he worked. His brow furrowed with what seemed to be a scowl. He almost always wore that expression; it showed just how much he lacked a sense of humour. He took a quick glance to the single storey, wooden cottage he lived in, just to his right, in the forest clearing where he currently sat. He had decided to take up residence somewhat away from the kingdom as to be isolated from the noise and any prying eyes, but close enough that he could sell his catches and make a living efficiently. It was a good life. Privacy, an untainted environment, and all the game he could hunt in the surrounding forestry.
He touched the hare to confirm it was cooking properly, and reached to his side, down where his backpack rested against the tree-stump he sat upon, unzipping it and pulling out a pouch. With a few deft movements, he added pinches of salt from the pouch to the hare, all over the glistening, golden meat. "Yes, a good life. Just you, me, and the ol' fresh air." He spoke as he rose a sort of surface of clean, hard, packed earth out of the ground with a rising gesture from his hand, and slid the cooked hare onto this surface, allowing it to cool for a minute or two.