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A world filled to the brim with magic, beautiful landscapes, an immense diversity of races and beasts known as Chromalia suffers a great danger. Recently, on the continent of Linguna, a beautiful place with crystal water rivers flowing through the entirety of it, lush, green trees and extremely beautiful forests with all sorts of colorful animals, from crimson red birds to jet-black furred panthers and everything in between. The peril begun when a rift has been opened at the sky. It flows with dark, chaotic energy and people are very worried about such a thing: Mages of all realms have been called to inspect the strange twisting rift and no one could explain the source. They could not even identify what kind of foul magic is at work, but it's known that this rift was changing the world: The soil was being corrupted, the wildlife was sickening and the air reeked with a distinct smell of rot and decay. There was no record of an event such as this observed in Linguna before. Ever.

The main kingdom present in Linguna decided to act, they first built a tower that was named after the headmaster of the Mage's Guild: The Arcanae Observatory. From it, mages inspected and carefully watched the Rift every day, always observant of any changes. Not only that, but mages were trying to study a method of sealing it off: None were successful, as they expected, not a single living soul knew what exactly that kind of magic was, so there was no response to it.. For months nothing extraordinary happened apart from the Rift crackling with distinct energies and pulsing with the same rotten magic occasionally... however, finally, the Rift seemed to fully activate. It happened within the blink of an eye: A second, everything seemed normal, the other, the Rift sparked with life and the intensity of the chaotic magic expanded to unexpected levels. Nature practically died instantly around the Rift, the grass greyed and died out, trees lost all their beautiful leaves in an instant, birds fell from the sky with their lives already drained out of them.

The Rift was feeding on the very life around it. Strange, but it seemed almost sentient: It did not ever touch the life of a rational being. No mage, no guard or knight was affected before... Until that day, where it finally woke up entirely. The Arcanae Observatory became the immediate source of nourishment to keep the Rift open long enough. And once all the members inside the Tower were dead, drained entirely of their lives, the Rift cracked open with a powerful thundering sound. First, a gigantic hand came out of the twisted portal that floated sky above: It gripped tightly around it's edges and pushed itself out. The immense creature that came out was unbelievable: A demon, from the very tales of old where mankind fought against them more than a millennia ago. It was tall as the tower itself, it's skin charred and marked with burnt marks from the fires of Hell, his legs were large and powerful, with hooves in place of feet and both hooves completely covered in glowing red runic metal that could only be forged in Hell itself. It carried a large, unbelievably so, sword that had spikes along the edges and in the center of the hilt, an eye cracked open that looked so malefic it could take over the world by itself. The creature's face was no less horrifying, his teeth were large, looking more like tusks, his face was pale and lips dark as a moonless night, his eyes carried an uneasy gaze of death and suffering, with a slitted pupil that looked like it belonged to a snake and in the creature's forehead, two large horns grated the skin and pointed up at the sky.

Once finally out of the Rift, the creature stretched it's back and a pair of large, bat-like wings emerged from his back. It floated down to the ground, flaring its nostrils as the creature raised the sword high above his head, holding it with both hands and the tip of the sword pointing down at the ground, it brought the sword with such force that guards could swear they felt something shaking at their feet miles of distance away at the kingdom's walls. Instantly, what little life was still remaining at that place, died. All the bodies of the fallen, animal or humanoid, shook with black, cursed magic that slowly brought them to life: The creatures, acting like mindless puppets, scrambled in direction of the giant demon; their skin felt off, their eyes seemed to disappear and instead of eyes, a pair of red, glowing orbs took their place. Some of them had their fingernails twisted into long, deathly claws while others spawned wings from their backs; feets shifted into hooves and many other mutations. They were being transformed into hellspawns.

The Cursed magic's work did not limit itself to beings either. The tower? It was filled with magic that kept the place itself alive as it was, after all, an observatory tower of the mage's guild. It was twisted however, the concrete walls shifted into a strange flesh-like substance that carried no smell or texture. The men's dormitories shifted into chambers with all sorts of equipment for experiments and the like and, finally, at the top of the tower, the roof was torn apart and the giant flew to it, standing tall on it's hooves, slitted orange eyes looking around as his lips curled up into an evil smirk. It had begun.


Well, that was the introduction to the story. A tad bit large, yes? But here we go. This is Hell's Wrath, in this plot, we will be taking the skin of two adventurers: They are not common fodder, however. Both are the reincarnation of ancient heroes of the path, living in flesh and bones again to take care of this difficult threat. The beauty (at least in my opinion) of this plot, is that it does not limit what either character can be: really, you can be VERY creative, the only important point is that your character, somehow, ends up in Linguna. A beautiful continent known to be the land of opportunity for merchants, mercenaries and criminals alike. The world is not entirely built for this exact reason, to provide freedom of creation to both of us as writers.

It means your character can be of any particular race you enjoy. My only personal peeve is that it is humanoid and non-furry (I'M SORRY GUYS!) as I don't click very well with these. Romance is entirely optional but I'd rather if it's not the focus of the story. The focus is how our characters start off as oblivious weaklings ready to die at the first battle and end up knowing of their ancient past and final destiny: To defeat the demon-threat and send them back to where they belong.