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I am interested in joining this, definitely an interesting universe to roleplay in. I saw that there are 2 more spots open for an Ulna, would it be possible to fill one of those spots?

Yes, my friend, yes it would be. Welcome by the way. While I have work today and tomorrow I have a considerable amount of free time in the coming week and I'll be around a bit on my work days so we can work together on it if you have questions. There is also Celaira, who knows about as much as I do regarding lore and whatnot (though I tend to have the best working knowledge in terms of mechanics). Ganryu is good at helping people get integrated in plot, though his working knowledge of lore is...less--man I really oughta change that at some point....

Anywho, feel free to PM us GMs, and also jump in the Discord. We're a welcoming bunch and it's also easier to answer questions/converse there :)
@Darked13 Are you just now reading some of my character sheets? xD
So I notice that if someone is playing a Licentia, they are either the Eximius phase or they are a hybrid. Is it allowed to be a pure Licentia in possibly their Trial or Explorer phase? I imagine the Trial phase may be a bit much considering they are good at magic during that time, but I was just wondering. I have an idea but I'd like to play a Licentia.

Yes, you can play as a Growth or Trial stage Licentia. In fact, I just introduced a Trial stage Licentia named Drisrea. Though she's an NPC (of course she's an important one, but yeah) ^^;

It would not at all be a problem for you to play a Trial stage. I'd love to help with that ^_^
@FantasyChic

Don't think so. You can join the discord if you wish/at your convenience. Be easier for asking questions and the like, and if works in browser or on the desktop ^_^

So yeah, don't hesitate to ask if you have any questions. I would like to say that the Resistance, the Prae side, and Szayeis' little group are all looking for individuals. A break down of what each of those is like is as follows:

The Resistance are a now forming group of like-minded individuals who do not agree with the prae take over of Ominar, which, while non-violent, has led to the unfair, unjustified mistreatment of any and all licentia within the city, as well as elevating prae citizens slightly above human ones. They are doing some shady things that your character may have experienced, but are not public knowledge, including, but not limited to, brainwashing people, whisking people away in the night, arresting people for what seems no reason, and a measure of other things that don't immediately come to mind.

The Prae Side, includes Hunters who have allied themselves with the prae--Hunters overall being a typically neutral party who take contracts to hunt dangerous monsters, deal with particularly stick situations, or track people down (think mercenaries)--as well as most prae in the city, and the humans who work under them. They are the status quo, law enforcement, law makers, politicians, and prae warriors/officials who are in the city. They are the direct and obvious enemy of the Resistance that is just forming.

Last, but not least, is Szayeis' Operation, which was kind of hinted at, but is only now being introduced as of a post or so ago. Szayeis is an infamous Licenti criminal who, for an unknown reason, the prae want dead or captured ASAP. He is seen as a threat to them, though no one is quite certain as to why. Regardless, his group includes a mixture of people he has hired and people he has either manipulated or have decided to join him because they know what he's really trying to do.

Anywho, I just thought I'd outline those for you, in case you wanted to be closely involved in any of them. Right now most characters are part of the Resistance in some capacity, with those that aren't generally being neutral parties (the two most recent characters are a good example of this).
Why hello there. We sure are, @FantasyChic. Welcome to the OOC ^_^
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^Above is depicted the city of Ominar^

OOC
Casual Int Chck
Edravhen's Archive
(Lore Thread)

Community Chat

Preliminary Notes
  • While the RP is underway, there are only 30 posts, and we're still getting things rolling.
  • Despite how it might look, things are moving along. Had to do some unexpected reshuffling.
  • While there is something of a process, all players are allowed to worldbuild so long as they work alongside the GMs to do so.
  • If you have questions, want to brainstorm, or want to get a feel for things, feel free to jump into the discord even if you don't join we'll be glad to have you as long as you stay!
  • Level is effectively Mid-casual to anywhere in Advanced so don't fret too much!
  • Enough rambling. Now, let's get to the premise!
Pʀᴇᴍιsᴇ

The RP will be set in the city of Ominar, a formerly human-run city, which was non-violently taken over by the Prae just a year and a half prior. Now ruled by the regal beings, the Licentia have been driven into the slums, into hiding, or even out of the city entirely. While humans have been largely left to their own devices, they are nonetheless expected to step aside for their new rulers--whether it benefits them or not. With news traveling fast in this age ruled by magic and technology, a wave of unrest has made its way through Medius. With knowledge of the Prae’s unfair treatment to the citizens of Ominar, the murmurs of war have begun. In response, or perhaps preparation for further action, the Prae have, as of 6 months ago, begun releasing propaganda regarding the Licentia, calling them parasites and murderers, whilst using one of their prominent figures, a certain eximius as their scapegoat--though with good reason.

So it is that a small band of dissenters begin to gather, not content to simply protest against the Prae’s imposed order. Many of you will be among them and by and large, you believe it’s high time you do something about the state of affairs, whether the Prae like it or not.
βasic Ⱦerminology

Ⱦhe World

Magic


So far as any of the races are aware, no being is capable of the manipulation of time, and while space can be manipulated to some degree, it is not something that is typically done easily by any race. However, aside from this, magic is capable of a great deal, its limits not being fully understood or known by any of the races as of yet. Still, as with most things, the more complex and more grandiose the scale or purpose of a given spell, the more difficult it is to preform.

In short, don't expect to throw a magical nuke without a whole team of several powerful magi and don't expect to actually bring back the Anima of those who have passed on entirely intact, if at all. If a simple term need be applied to describe magic, it is that the magic of Manifest Anima is of the 'High Fantasy,' sort. Just know, that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility required to wield it.

Examples of 'medium level power,' include shapeshifting into things of equivalent size, high speed movement, punching a person and breaking bones (maybe making a small mark on concrete). Perhaps you can manipulate fire hot enough to severely burn someone (2nd degree, and with continued exposure, third degree). Making golems of equivalent size and strength to what I described above or to your character's body.
Tech


In terms of tech, the world of Manifest Anima does have things such as nanomachines, minor gravity manip tech, and what is becoming the true advent of body modification (yo cyborgs). While there are global teleportation networks, which are an incredible feat even in this day and age, people do not have personal teleportation devices or the like--in fact none such devices exist, or rather no non-prototype versions exist and trust me, I wouldn't suggest trying those prototypes...that is unless you want to end up merged with a brick wall on a quantum level.

As for weaponry things such as railguns exist, though devices such as laser rifles do not--at least not those that are fueled by entirely scientific/technological means. So don't expect light sabers or plasma weaponry for the most part. Even if they do exist, it's unlikely that most people would be allowed to carry around such dangerous devices. For further clarification, feel free to suggest your idea(s) to your local GM(s) and we'll see what we can do.

Oh yeah and magitech is a thing.
Rules

  • It should be noted that this RP will have mature themes. Fade to black will be applicable to sexual situations, but don't expect situations including drugs, gore, or some taboo subjects to garner the same treatment. This is not to say that any of the above will be done in excess, just that they may be done.
  • Combat will be handled on a case-by-case basis, with the GMs proctoring in case issues or disagreements arise. Should you want to script your fight, let the GMs, and your partner(s) know. Make sure all parties are in agreement. A 'scripted fight,' is one wherein the victor is decided before hand.
  • Burning house rule--if you're gone too long and holding things up, expect your character to either be moved aside quietly, or killed to further plot. To avoid the burning house rule, keep us updated, a hiatus can be arranged.
  • If a problem arises for a player in regards to the GM and they feel uncomfortable bringing it up. Go to the other GM for advice. Don't worry, we're perfectly reasonable people and nine times out of ten we'll work through it with you.
  • The GMs have final say on all matters--this does not mean that I cannot be swayed or convinced. Still, if something must be resolved, we will resolve it and that'll be the end of the discussion.
  • Should you lack inspiration or enough material to post, tell someone. Communicate. Talk to your GMs. Worst case scenario, we'll just move your character aside till you can post again.
  • While you may expand on or modify the base format of the character sheet, make sure all necessary sections are included.
  • No OOC drama. Keep it to PMs, and hopefully keep it non-existent. If needed contact a GM for problem resolution.
  • Posts of a paragraph or more; quality over quantity. If you're drawing a blank, don't worry so much.
  • Posting expectations of once, at the very least, every two weeks barring extenuating circumstances.
  • Only accepted characters go in the character tab.
  • Post your Character Sheet in the OOC for review.
  • Standard Guild rules apply.
  • IC swearing will occur.
What to Expect

  • Interactions with at least semi-realistic cause and effect. If you kill someone, expect there to be an investigation or at least it be on the news.
  • Medium scale in terms of character power, unless you've got good reasons/you prove you can be trusted with more.
  • Posts of a paragraph or more; quality over quantity. If you're drawing a blank, don't worry so much.
  • Posting expectations of once, at the very least, every two weeks barring extenuating circumstances.
  • A GM who is willing to work with you, hear you out, but not break his back to suit your every need.
  • Good communication be it player to player, GM to GM, or GM to player.
  • Some measure of political intrigue.
  • Multiple plotlines if possible.
  • Group world building!
  • Collaboration posts.
  • Some Taboo Subjects.
  • Some slice of life.
  • Some dark themes.
  • Some combat.
_Ⱥ__ƪ___S_Ⱦ__Ⱥ__ƪ__Ⱥ
^Above is depicted the city of Ominar^

OOC
Advanced Int Chck
Edravhen's Archive
(Lore Thread)

Community Chat

Preliminary Notes
  • While the RP is underway, there are only 30 posts, and we're still getting things rolling.
  • Despite how it might look, things are moving along. Had to do some unexpected reshuffling.
  • While there is something of a process, all players are allowed to worldbuild so long as they work alongside the GMs to do so.
  • If you have questions, want to brainstorm, or want to get a feel for things, feel free to jump into the discord even if you don't join we'll be glad to have you as long as you stay!
  • Level is effectively Mid-casual to anywhere in Advanced so don't fret too much!
  • Enough rambling. Now, let's get to the premise!
Pʀᴇᴍιsᴇ

The RP will be set in the city of Ominar, a formerly human-run city, which was non-violently taken over by the Prae just a year and a half prior. Now ruled by the regal beings, the Licentia have been driven into the slums, into hiding, or even out of the city entirely. While humans have been largely left to their own devices, they are nonetheless expected to step aside for their new rulers--whether it benefits them or not. With news traveling fast in this age ruled by magic and technology, a wave of unrest has made its way through Medius. With knowledge of the Prae’s unfair treatment to the citizens of Ominar, the murmurs of war have begun. In response, or perhaps preparation for further action, the Prae have, as of 6 months ago, begun releasing propaganda regarding the Licentia, calling them parasites and murderers, whilst using one of their prominent figures, a certain eximius as their scapegoat--though with good reason.

So it is that a small band of dissenters begin to gather, not content to simply protest against the Prae’s imposed order. Many of you will be among them and by and large, you believe it’s high time you do something about the state of affairs, whether the Prae like it or not.
βasic Ⱦerminology

Ⱦhe World

Magic


So far as any of the races are aware, no being is capable of the manipulation of time, and while space can be manipulated to some degree, it is not something that is typically done easily by any race. However, aside from this, magic is capable of a great deal, its limits not being fully understood or known by any of the races as of yet. Still, as with most things, the more complex and more grandiose the scale or purpose of a given spell, the more difficult it is to preform.

In short, don't expect to throw a magical nuke without a whole team of several powerful magi and don't expect to actually bring back the Anima of those who have passed on entirely intact, if at all. If a simple term need be applied to describe magic, it is that the magic of Manifest Anima is of the 'High Fantasy,' sort. Just know, that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility required to wield it.

Examples of 'medium level power,' include shapeshifting into things of equivalent size, high speed movement, punching a person and breaking bones (maybe making a small mark on concrete). Perhaps you can manipulate fire hot enough to severely burn someone (2nd degree, and with continued exposure, third degree). Making golems of equivalent size and strength to what I described above or to your character's body.
Tech


In terms of tech, the world of Manifest Anima does have things such as nanomachines, minor gravity manip tech, and what is becoming the true advent of body modification (yo cyborgs). While there are global teleportation networks, which are an incredible feat even in this day and age, people do not have personal teleportation devices or the like--in fact none such devices exist, or rather no non-prototype versions exist and trust me, I wouldn't suggest trying those prototypes...that is unless you want to end up merged with a brick wall on a quantum level.

As for weaponry things such as railguns exist, though devices such as laser rifles do not--at least not those that are fueled by entirely scientific/technological means. So don't expect light sabers or plasma weaponry for the most part. Even if they do exist, it's unlikely that most people would be allowed to carry around such dangerous devices. For further clarification, feel free to suggest your idea(s) to your local GM(s) and we'll see what we can do.

Oh yeah and magitech is a thing.
Rules

  • It should be noted that this RP will have mature themes. Fade to black will be applicable to sexual situations, but don't expect situations including drugs, gore, or some taboo subjects to garner the same treatment. This is not to say that any of the above will be done in excess, just that they may be done.
  • Combat will be handled on a case-by-case basis, with the GMs proctoring in case issues or disagreements arise. Should you want to script your fight, let the GMs, and your partner(s) know. Make sure all parties are in agreement. A 'scripted fight,' is one wherein the victor is decided before hand.
  • Burning house rule--if you're gone too long and holding things up, expect your character to either be moved aside quietly, or killed to further plot. To avoid the burning house rule, keep us updated, a hiatus can be arranged.
  • If a problem arises for a player in regards to the GM and they feel uncomfortable bringing it up. Go to the other GM for advice. Don't worry, we're perfectly reasonable people and nine times out of ten we'll work through it with you.
  • The GMs have final say on all matters--this does not mean that I cannot be swayed or convinced. Still, if something must be resolved, we will resolve it and that'll be the end of the discussion.
  • Should you lack inspiration or enough material to post, tell someone. Communicate. Talk to your GMs. Worst case scenario, we'll just move your character aside till you can post again.
  • While you may expand on or modify the base format of the character sheet, make sure all necessary sections are included.
  • No OOC drama. Keep it to PMs, and hopefully keep it non-existent. If needed contact a GM for problem resolution.
  • Posts of a paragraph or more; quality over quantity. If you're drawing a blank, don't worry so much.
  • Posting expectations of once, at the very least, every two weeks barring extenuating circumstances.
  • Only accepted characters go in the character tab.
  • Post your Character Sheet in the OOC for review.
  • Standard Guild rules apply.
  • IC swearing will occur.
What to Expect

  • Interactions with at least semi-realistic cause and effect. If you kill someone, expect there to be an investigation or at least it be on the news.
  • Medium scale in terms of character power, unless you've got good reasons/you prove you can be trusted with more.
  • Posts of a paragraph or more; quality over quantity. If you're drawing a blank, don't worry so much.
  • Posting expectations of once, at the very least, every two weeks barring extenuating circumstances.
  • A GM who is willing to work with you, hear you out, but not break his back to suit your every need.
  • Good communication be it player to player, GM to GM, or GM to player.
  • Some measure of political intrigue.
  • Multiple plotlines if possible.
  • Group world building!
  • Collaboration posts.
  • Some Taboo Subjects.
  • Some slice of life.
  • Some dark themes.
  • Some combat.
Đ risrea aetel. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ι ᴄ ᴜ ʟ ᴏ


The sound of doors being pushed roughly open could be heard down the hall from Maria's cell. It was an odd sound, a light clack, clack of what might have been metal or high heels on the stone floors. However it was more distinct, perhaps reminiscent of a dog's claws against tile or wood floor.

It was however, not a woman in heels or a canine creature. No, it was a licentia, and more specifically a harpy. As the guards led her down the hall, she spoke, her voice sensual as she practically hummed with amusement and what might have been pleasure, the guards coughing or telling her to be quiet every once and awhile.

“You know I didn't do anything wrong,” the feminine voice said, the guards seeming to ignore it. “We could have had so much more fun, instead of all this. Of course, perhaps you'd prefer me tied up and at your mercy, mmm?” The Harpy said, her words followed by several coughs. Maria couldn't see it, but the Harpy smiled, her neck curving down and between the shoulders of the two guards in front of her. The glanced at her, then at each other, clearly unsettled by her inhuman appearance. “No? You'd prefer something less exotic? Too bad boys. So unadventurous and boring,” she commented. One of them elbowed her in the stomach, eliciting a light grunt. It served to keep her quiet for exactly no time at all. “Well isn't that rude, though I admit I like things a bit more rough than one of your human women,” she giggled, the sound of her voice, and the footsteps of the guards drawing closer to Maria's cell.

After another moment of banter, if you could call the licentia talking at the guards banter, Maria would hear a door across from her open, a harsh shove and squeal, before the door was slammed shut again. The licentia cooed out, her neck allowing her to slip her head between the bars of the door, “Come back soon boys or I'll get lonely~”

One of them yelled “Shut up already monster!” back at her, and the result was a high pitched laugh, that led into a shriek that was more than a little harsh on the ears before the harpy pulled her head back into her little room and gazed between the bars at the room across from her.

There would be a long time of silence following the guard's exit, which was punctuated by the slam of another set of doors and then a mechanical buzzing noise as the automatic locks kicked in and the security systems reset. After a minute or so had passed, the harpy's clawed appendages came up and grasped at the barred 'window' of her cell, before she stuck her head through again and looked to see if she had any other neighbors.

She didn't.

Disappointed, the harpy glanced across from her and changed her angle to reveal what appeared to be a human female. A smile came across her lips. “What's your name, mmm? Mine's Drisrea.” She called across the hall, her words aimed at the girl. She was a curious and sociable creature, if not very respectful of people's personal space, a concept that she didn't entirely understand. Hopefully the girl wouldn't keep quiet, otherwise her time here—however brief—would be quite dull...and Drisrea hated dull.

It was why she did what she did after all. That and the freedom to harass and upset hundreds, feed at her leisure, and free hundreds of poor imprisoned fools, regardless of race.

Oh how she loved her job, not to mention the classy fellow who had given it to her. Hopefully he wouldn't be stingy this time and they'd get to meet up. After all, she was craving some attention, and it was hard for her to get others to give it to her. Perhaps the girl would at least distract her from that craving.

For a time.
z a y e i s. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ᴍ ᴀ s ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ɢ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ
"Which will it be, your pride...or your life?"
Theme I Theme II


Blue-green eyes stared out onto the relative darkness of the city streets as he walked from rooftop to rooftop, shifting through shadows, not missing a step in the least. Obstacles meant nothing to him as rooftop radiators and even walls phased through his incorporeal form or he stepped through a shadow to circumvent them. Of course, all that was second nature, inconsequential. His focus was somewhere else.

His focus lay on the plan. The grand scheme and all the steps involved in it. To him each footfall was another step taken in a grander scheme. Each glance a calculated look to take in information, understand his surroundings, to understand the city, to understand the lay of the land. It was all to know where he fought, so he could know among who he would dwell and how they could be pushed so the dominoes fell...one by one.

He chuckled lightly to himself as he materialized a silver lighter from the shadows of his form, giving it functionality with a bit of magic, before he extracted a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up, drawing in a deep pull of the smoke and holding it a moment before pushing it out, the feel of the smoke oddly pleasant as it rolled and sifted through his false lungs, the essence of the material moving through his body as it was absorbed into his blood and sent throughout to the rest of his organs. His smile remained as he gazed up into the night sky a moment, letting the moment take him.

For a time he let his mind drift, the world falling away, his plans escaping him, his thoughts falling to pieces as he enjoyed the heavy feeling of smoke in his body, and the lightheadedness it brought to his brain. He chuckled, the sound deep and sonorous as it escaped his lips and met the night air. It was all an illusion, a fabrication. Every part of him, the organs, the skin, the flesh, hair, eyelashes. Every cell, every blood vessel, was a construct crafted from his vis, from his anima.

It was, it existed, but it was not real none of it was vital in the same way it was for a human or a prae....

A scowl crossed his face and he turned and spat on the ground at the mere thought of the deluded creatures. “Disgusting,” he commented, looking down into an alley where a homeless man lay in his own filth and squalor. Yet, it was not the human that disgusted him, nor the filth. It wasn't even the prae as a species. It was how they behaved and what they had done. His eyes narrowed, momentarily losing their humanity as his entire body began emitting wisps of jet black smoke as if a fire burned just beneath the surface of his flesh. Then he a took a deep breath, the smoke receded, he became solid once more, and a smile spread across his face, a small glance at the moon making it widen, a hint of genuine happiness in his eyes for a moment before he resumed his stroll across the rooftops of Ominar.

The thought of his dear sister always helped in moments like these. Thoughts of her...and the delicious web of deceit, destruction, and revenge he was weaving for the prae.

Having grown tired of his cigarette, the nightwalker took it from his mouth, looking at it as he walked, his vis flowing into every molecule that made it up. He glanced at its shadow, and suddenly an idea struck him, his eyes shifting to the nearest shadow before he took a step onto it, his entire body folding and becoming incorporeal smoke, before it was gone entirely.

Moments later he emerged on the other side of the city, a cell phone in hand, the number already dialed. He took he began to move his hand from the device, but instead it duplicated, leaving one arm to hold the phone, while a new one was freed for other activities.

He thought nothing of it. It was normal, after all.

Taking the cigarette into his new hand he began weaving patterns over it with his left arm. While he did so, the phone rang, and eventually someone picked up.

“Hello? Who is thi--” the voice began, but the nightwalker had no time for pleasantries.

He interrupted him, “Light. Spider. Twenty three. Jaywalker. Support. Flame. Wraith Five,” he said, before falling silent. For a whole ten seconds there was no response, before the call abruptly ended. The nightwalker smiled slightly, waiting a whole minute, still weaving a spell into the cigarette while he did so, before his phone rang and he immediately picked up.

“What is it Szayeis? You know it's dangerous to call me.”

Laughing, his tone casual and entirely unbothered, Szayeis replied. “Of course it's dangerous, Haesari, but living is dangerous, especially when you're me.” The prae on the other end made a noise, and from it Szayeis knew he had frowned.

“Don't worry, I called for a reason. I need to know what preparations our favorite little Exeo is making for my arrival. Would you care to tell me, little one.” There was an audible swallow on the other end. Szayeis smirked.

“Of course. Um, so far she has put the hunters on high alert, as well as spread some information through the ranks of her private forces, and her agents positioned in police departments that you'll be arriving.”

Szayeis scoffed, his steps taking him closer to a certain store as he replied, “Yes, and she still breaths. All of these things are common sense for me. This is nothing new. Now, little one, please tell me what she's done that was, mmm...let's call it unexpected.” There was a moment of silence, “Well?”

“Um.... Well, earlier today she.... She asked me to contact the Broker.”

The nightwalker's eyes gleamed and a manic look entered his gaze, his lips parting slightly, widening his smile further. “Oh did she now, and what did she want him to do for her? Do tell.”

“She...she wanted him to retrieve a certain human magi. A professor at the Institute. I believe his name was Dranai Llamant.”

“Interesting.”

“He's a world class illusionist.”

Wonderful.”

“Wh-what?”

“Well, I had wondered if this would be any fun Haesari. What with my talents and overwhelming mastery of the hearts and minds of others. Well, I thought that perhaps there would be no game. No interplay between enemy forces, no dance, but instead just a droll play by play. Monotonous, dull...boring.”

“I...I don't. You wanted this to be hard?”

Szayeis chuckled in response as he finished his spellwork, the duplicated arm dissolving into particles of wispy vis before being pulled back into him and vanishing. “No. I wanted a challenge and it seems that maybe, just maybe our little Exeo may be up for a bit of a...mmm, party~. Regardless, it doesn't concern you.”

“But what if she--....”

“She won't.”

“But...” he stammered nervously.

“She won't. Trust me. Now, little one, go home and sleep.”

“A-alright.”

“Goodbye Haesari. Shadow six,” he finished, and with that the prae went silent and then hung up. Chuckling to himself, the nightwalker turned his eyes to the street below him before briefly closing them, his awareness shifting before his perception opened up, revealing countless streets and countless buildings and people throughout the city. Ah how he loved the night.

After taking a moment to orient himself, he noted the street signs nearby, before opening his eyes and ending the vision. He didn't need those senses just yet, he had gotten what he wanted.

Glancing down the street he found a building taller than the rest and traversed the shadows to find himself atop it, where he perched, standing at the edge of the roof, looking down at a building he knew to be a quaint little shop called the Twilight Spirit. He smiled, dialed a number on his phone, and then pocketed it, waiting.

It appeared the meeting was yet to begin and so his first act could not proceed, but when things were well in motion...he would act, and the result would be...explosive.

When that time came, he would relish it, for it would mean something wonderful. It would mean the true beginning of the end for his foe. It would mean the end for the prae, but as their reign fell to shambles, he would build his upon it.

When he was done, the prae would speak his name in whispers and the world would tremble at his feet.
I can tell you've put a lot of thought into the setting even if not all of it has been put up for display just yet :)
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