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World Background:
Humans, Elves, Orcs, and Dwarves. On the one and only (discovered) continent Pandera, these 4 races have to find a way to live in harmony.
- Humans: Split between the two major kingdoms of Vesten and Yestar, Humanity has conquered the majority of the continent. Vesten resides upon the Western coast and is a philosophical might. Yestar reigns over the Eastern Coast, focusing more on military might through technology. Humanity keeps the peace, regulates currency, and is regarded as the most superior race.
- Elves: Former allies with the Dwarves during the First War for Pandera, Elves were betrayed and cast to be the lowest of the low in the new emerging hierarchy. The Dwarves chose their people over their alliance, resulting in the emotional and spiritual Elves being left defenseless. Now, they reign in bands hidden within the continent. Now that the Second War is ongoing, Elves are seen as valuable tools for labor and sacrificial practices, making them like prey in the eyes of the continent.
- Orcs: The Orcs could have been the victors of the First War for Pandera, having superior might and tactics than Humanity. However, they are too hot headed to band under one banner. Orcs spend as much time fighting amongst themselves as they do fighting against enemies. However, as of late they've been united under a tribe known as the Femthonians. Lead by a mighty queen, Orc Society now runs as a matriarchy. This has given them the unity to return and wage a second war. Residing upon the North Coast, they wage war on two fronts.
- Dwarves: The Dwarves are a mostly peaceful and quiet folk. Forging weapons, clothes, enchantments, houses, anything that needs to be built with quality is built by Dwarves. They choose not to fight, rather siding with whichever race offers them the most protection (betraying their old allies if need be).
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Chapter 1 - Epilogue:
Aysi was a young Elf boy who lived for nature. His band of people had taken to living about an enchanted lake known as Eizi's Puddle, bringing them closer to the spirit of the land. From a young age, Aysi was not taught to be a strong fighter like most boys, but rather he was taught to listen to the forest. He had a milky chocolate skin, tanned by life under the sun. His short brown hair blew freely in the wind just as he liked, fitting his lightweight frame of 5'5 and 113 pounds. The sun would shine in his soft and sweet Hazel eyes.
Aysia was a boy, yet he sported many feminine features. This is as his father was the village Shaman, a role which did not leave him with many masculine traits to pass down to his offspring. Aysia didn't seem to mind, feeling comfortable in his own skin, knowing he was a boy. He wore clothes which made him feel comfortable in the heat and in the elements of the Forest.
Aysia had never seen anyone besides Elves. He was cut off from the rest of the world, having known nothing but prayer and Nature from his birth. In his benefit, he was so connected to the land around him that he could feel every emotion of the blades of grass under his feet. However, the lack of contact with the outside world left him unaware of the wars which raged the land; and worse, the discrimination his people faced.
On this specific afternoon, Aysia was wearing a loose off-white cloth which went from his feminine hips down to his calves, a tight brown cropped shirt with a sleeve cropped off, and barefoot as usual. He woke up and tended to his morning duties: fetching water for his father's morning brews, picking any new herbs that had grown nearby, and greeting all the villagers (Aysia was quite popular). After finishing off his chores, a wide smile broke out upon his face. Immediately as he dropped off his pouch of collected herbs to his father, he turned 180 degrees and sprinted into the woods. Grabbing onto branches, swinging from vines, jumping off the canopies of the trees, Aysia felt the breath of Nature welcome him towards Eizi's Puddle.
"HAHAHAAAA", His laugh echoed throughout the Forest, only overshadowed by the ambient noise of shining. THE SHINING! HE WAS NEARING THE PUDDLE! Aysia sped up until his eyes went teal with the reflection.
"What's new Eizi", Aysia whispered to himself as he dipped a toe into the enchanted puddle. The water rose around his leg and tightened, grabbing him and easing him in. Aysia floated on his back within the water, beginning his prayers and having all the news of what's new in the local forest be shown to him by the water.
His eyes closed, Aysia had been unaware of his immediate surroundings for an hour now. Normally, this was quite short for him, however he erupted from the water into a panic. Eizi's fear was shot directly into his heart, sending it racing. He scanned the local landscape until he saw them...
The Band of Chains was a mercenary group unaffected by the war. They were actually profiteers from the efforts, capturing straggling Elves or weaklings of other races and selling them as slaves and prisoners to the Kingdoms. On that Tuesday, that unfortunate Tuesday, a hunting party from the Band of Chains had stumbled upon Aysia. Two Orcs, three Humans, and a Dwarf. Before he could even scream, he was grabbed from behind and shoved under the water. A massive 6' Orc male with red skin, scars across his chest, and a mow-hawk mullet combination which went down his spine had captured him. He didn't know what these creatures were, he only knew Eizi feared them and so he should too. Ayisa tossed and turned and screamed but all that came out were bubbles under the water. Zan, the Orc, pressed a finger against his lips, shushing him. Aysia wouldn't give in, he couldn't, yet he couldn't fight back. He was weak, and as his vision began to blur he realized there was no hope.
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