One Eyed Jack
Kicking the Jokers
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Once, very long ago, Itaea was a world of beauty and peace. It was home not only to the humans that claim it now, but also to a host of magical beings that shared their power and knowledge with their younger human neighbors. It is said that even the Gods came to dance with all the world, rejoicing in the forests, fields and waters - a celebration to life and balance.
But then a King came, and waged war on his neighbors in effort to unite the world under his banner. It took three generations before the empire encompassed the known world; three generations of burning, killing and enslaving. What magical creatures that were not captured or killed, fled with the Gods at the horror of man’s fall, and with them went their powers.
Now the king is long dead, and the world divided among a few power hungry warlords who fight and plot against each other with power and conquest as their sole motivations. Slaves are bred and captured for their amusement, while anyone born with the spark for magic, if discovered, is enslaved to do the bidding of whoever can hold them. The land is dying; forests loose ground to the deserts and each harvest is smaller then the last. Every winter seems a little longer, and every summer hotter.
Welcome to Itaea, where treachery, lust and blood rule the day.
(This thread is open, but please post and find a suitable role in the OOC thread, and keel all further OOC comments there. OOC for Lords of Itaea )
But then a King came, and waged war on his neighbors in effort to unite the world under his banner. It took three generations before the empire encompassed the known world; three generations of burning, killing and enslaving. What magical creatures that were not captured or killed, fled with the Gods at the horror of man’s fall, and with them went their powers.
Now the king is long dead, and the world divided among a few power hungry warlords who fight and plot against each other with power and conquest as their sole motivations. Slaves are bred and captured for their amusement, while anyone born with the spark for magic, if discovered, is enslaved to do the bidding of whoever can hold them. The land is dying; forests loose ground to the deserts and each harvest is smaller then the last. Every winter seems a little longer, and every summer hotter.
Welcome to Itaea, where treachery, lust and blood rule the day.
(This thread is open, but please post and find a suitable role in the OOC thread, and keel all further OOC comments there. OOC for Lords of Itaea )