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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:15 am
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You have entered a world that exists in the imaginations of every man and woman that has ever dreamt. This place is full of worlds, creatures, civilizations and many other fantastical things. If you've ever thought of it, it came from this other universe.
This story starts on the planet of Katahn, a planet much like feudal earth, with the exception of having many fantastical creatures and places that seem to go beyond physics or reason or logic.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:22 am
We start our story on the Azure Plains, a field of pearl-like stalks of wheat waving and sparkling in the sun and wind. A man rides a white horse, its eyes an iridescent red. He stops in the middle of the field and looks around. He is dressed like royalty yet he doesn't carry a battalion of guards to protect him. He is Katahn's king, a powerful man in charge of forces that defy any since of logic, King Klovis Cole.
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On another part of Katahn, a figure stands on the edge of a vast volcano. He wears a black crown across his forehead, and his blood-red hair waves in the heat flowing upward out of the mouth of the mountain. Ten black luster orbs float around him. He smiles as he peers down into the lava, seeing something normal eyes cannot, the orbs follow his sight and plunge deep into the lava far below, cooling lava as they coarse through it. After creating a small hollow tunnel through the hot lava, he steps off the edge into the tunnel, resting at the bottom next to a large misshapen piece of rainbow lustered metal. He heaves the piece onto his shoulders, tieing it there with cord and he begins his climb back up and out of the mountain.
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In the heart of a city's tunnels a figure wanders around in near darkness. The only light in the tunnel coming from the man's skin itself for is it lightly glowing and white as snow. The man is clad in nothing but gray monk's pants and a matching sash around his waist. He hums a dark song in a deep voice, allowing it to echo and travel throughout the city and let it emit from out all the sewer access'.
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