Magic had been outlawed and the races with it now second class citizens.

A few hundred years ago, diversity was more open and magic was seen as a boon alongside science. Fae working alongside humans for medical discoveries. Harpies helping sky control for the safe landing of planes, trade being ruled by the clever tongue of Naga and so on and so forth. Art, history, math, it was all held in the hands of some of the most unique and beautiful creatures the world had and would ever see.

However humans held their tight fist, and ruled the skill of war.

Human nature was to destroy things they did not understand. Before treaties and cooperation allowing for the betterment of all mortals, soon turned to chaos when multiple countries had declared the enslavement and relocation of magical beings. Feeling threatened that they would not be safe if they did not act first. Meetings for peace falling on deaf ears, generations whipped out, cities falling to sige and even languages no longer spoken. The world had looked so bright, now a frame of broken bones of the idea of what it could have been.

They still exist, sirens working in retail stores, their voices never heard. Sytrs cleaning homes, orcs driving trash trucks. Cultures all gone in the blink of an eye in the modern world of cities and lights. However some things just can’t be extinguished. It takes a good eye, but there are signs everywhere. Leading to the underbelly of the city of Trey, to follow the music where for precious moments there are communities where people can experience life without the harsh eye and hand of humans. Night clubs, bars, secret cafes and libraries, all operating illegally and being the backbone of the magical community.

In this world of strife and hardship. Where in any normal sense you’d see and understand that you were born with a gift. Would you be able to survive? To carve a name for yourself? Or maybe you’re even a human, on the hunt for a woman with a bounty on her head for running one of these safe houses.

Kinda speaks for itself, you can be any magical race you and think of, or just a plain old human. No rules on that, existing in the city of Trey. Modern day setting of cars, lights, drugs and everything in between. I’ll be playing a woman who’s been working at a club known as the dragons den. An illegal pit fighting ring/bar where people can let off steam and practice magical craft safety. Unfortunately for her, and potentially you. Making a place where it seems magical people are able to train to defend themselves paints quite the nasty target on your back.

The summer months had fallen into the evening colors of autumn. Pricia basking in its stunning hues of reds and oranges. The crisp hair filled with the smell of apples and fog. It was its own kind of beauty with dew covered grass and grey mountain sides that painted the country in its dense haze that would break in the early morning light, golden rays draped the hills sides and dense woods in the thicket of the country that had been soaked in the blood of all their sorrows.

Xathina had moved with her men. Her hammer on her shoulder as she crossed through the border. The act itself a true declaration of war. She held her head high. Sniffing at the open sky, it's been decades since she's been here. The place she thought to settle down with the man who held her heart in his hands. Only to run with a babe on her hip at the mercy of Dell's men. It was always something, now she was back. Those who saw her and the knights at her back scurrying from underfoot. Deep eyes in fear at the fight that had crossed through miles and miles of land. Settling at the hillside that overlooked their target. A simple family home, the royal vacation hideout. Tucked away from the average person. Nestled away from anyone who would get caught in the crossfire. Good, it was exactly what she needed as she caused her men to fan out. The sun lowered through the day, eating away to the late hours of dusk as the air turned cool under her armor.

It was when she saw the arc of an arrow from the south that she moved again. Meeting up with the royal commander as she gestured to him to follow. "Its going to pay off that you trained with me." It was the only warning she gave when her magic was released in full. Its entire glory snapping at the air, crushing the ground at her feet as the earth below began to separate from the sheer force. "Move!" She commanded, her voice echoing across the hillside, the charging of a hundred men following suit as she crashed her hammer into the ground. The snap was sickening, the field shifting causing cliff sides to rise as cover from the onslaught of arrows as Reggies men came forth like cockroaches. Another roar, her magic snaping, an earthquake shaking under the feet of her men as she crashed her strength against the side of the hull exposing the vast network system down below for the others to crawl through so they wouldn't be caught in one tunnel. She didn't need to say anything else to invoke the rage of her men as they charged like angry bees. Swords clashing, armor denting as she marched through the bodies, towering over the chaos as she swung her hammer about. Red mist spraying her features in war paint as she screamed in a battle cry that would have rattled the bones of anyone who dared to rise against her. She wasn’t just a mage, she was a beast of war. A titan in mortal skin, this was her bread and butter, her home, and the queen of Azrule had finally allowed her to return to it in all the chaotic, ruthless glory of the Unin Dottor name.