In the world of Altera, wars have waged as the times have gone on. Wars, plagues, and natural disasters prevailed over mankind for as long as they could remember. Darkness enshrouded Altera-- and death was believed to be a blessing during these dark times. Mankind was given a new struggle with each passing day. There was no hope and that was the way that things simply were. That is until mankind finally sought for an answer that would allow them to take control of their world and their destines, but that is more easily said than done.
The king of Altera, King Barcell I, sent out a search party of all his strongest men to seek an answer to end this turmoil. Whether it be to discover which god it was that was destroying their land to someone with great power putting things into motion-- it no longer mattered. All that he wanted was an answer and a solution to put his people our of their misery. Many of his strongest men were consumed by the natural disasters that laid outside of the great city of Altu, while many simply vanished without a trace. Barcell soon grew old and fell ill to one of the many plagues that had entered his stronghold, and he knew that this would be the last sickness that would befall him. The night that he breathed his last was when a single one of his men returned with an elderly woman who had hidden herself within the Forest of Drea.
She told him that she had the power to right all of the wrongs within Altera-- to bring peace to all of the disasters and evil spirits that had caused them to occur-- but at a price. He told her that he would do anything to give his people hope for a brighter future. And with that, she told him what would have to be done. She was a Mage, a mysterious being that held the ability to control the Arcane (magic) in all of its forms, but it was stressful upon her body, mind, and soul. In order to bring the world to a state that could be considered peace would be to train others who were capable of controlling the Arcane. Then they would be able to bring peace to our world. The dying king agreed to this with his final breath, and begged that this day would not be forgotten in the long history of Altera.
This day is known as the Day of Hope; the only day a year where Mages are chosen by the Arcane itself to harness its unending wealth of power. They are also given a cloak or robe that is to match their spirit--the color being unique to them and them only (during their lifetime). Of course, some Mages are granted a place on the High Council based on how pure their Arcane is. This year, oddly enough, there has been an increase in the number of Mages to be selected. This can only mean one thing: that something is changing within the world--whether it be in the Arcane itself, or there is a threat around the corner.
Where will you stand?
Will you fight for Altera?
Or will you watch it fall?
The king of Altera, King Barcell I, sent out a search party of all his strongest men to seek an answer to end this turmoil. Whether it be to discover which god it was that was destroying their land to someone with great power putting things into motion-- it no longer mattered. All that he wanted was an answer and a solution to put his people our of their misery. Many of his strongest men were consumed by the natural disasters that laid outside of the great city of Altu, while many simply vanished without a trace. Barcell soon grew old and fell ill to one of the many plagues that had entered his stronghold, and he knew that this would be the last sickness that would befall him. The night that he breathed his last was when a single one of his men returned with an elderly woman who had hidden herself within the Forest of Drea.
She told him that she had the power to right all of the wrongs within Altera-- to bring peace to all of the disasters and evil spirits that had caused them to occur-- but at a price. He told her that he would do anything to give his people hope for a brighter future. And with that, she told him what would have to be done. She was a Mage, a mysterious being that held the ability to control the Arcane (magic) in all of its forms, but it was stressful upon her body, mind, and soul. In order to bring the world to a state that could be considered peace would be to train others who were capable of controlling the Arcane. Then they would be able to bring peace to our world. The dying king agreed to this with his final breath, and begged that this day would not be forgotten in the long history of Altera.
This day is known as the Day of Hope; the only day a year where Mages are chosen by the Arcane itself to harness its unending wealth of power. They are also given a cloak or robe that is to match their spirit--the color being unique to them and them only (during their lifetime). Of course, some Mages are granted a place on the High Council based on how pure their Arcane is. This year, oddly enough, there has been an increase in the number of Mages to be selected. This can only mean one thing: that something is changing within the world--whether it be in the Arcane itself, or there is a threat around the corner.
Where will you stand?
Will you fight for Altera?
Or will you watch it fall?