(Based completely off a book called Elantris, though I am tossing the original storyline completely out the window for this RP)
The city of Elantris was know as a city of gods. The Elantrians were gold skinned and lived much longer than humans. They had the gift to write magical glyphs in the air itself and use magic with them. They built a city as grand as themselves. It was miles wide and long with walls at least a quarter mile high. The walls themselves showed the power of the Elantrians for they had stairs on the outside as well as the inside for they had no fear that any could defeat them. People looked to them for healing, food, and guidence seeing them as gods, but it could not last.
One day the magic failed and a giant rift appeared in the land not far for the city. When the magic failed the Elantrians who looked as gold skinned gods became as the living dead. Their skin browned and splotched, they no longer drew breath, had the need to eat, and they no longer healed from thier injuries. The city itself so fueled by magic also lost its glow that it once held and quickly fell into ruin without seen cause. Understandably people immediatly fear the Elantrians thinking that a different and more powerful god had grown angry at the Elantrians had fashoined themselves as gods.
From that day the people of the surrounding lands took arms and blocked the exits of the city and made sure none of the horrors that the Elantrians had become escaped. They threw any Elantrian from outside back into the city as well. This most unfortunetly included those who had the blood of the Elantrians running through their veins which manifested itself almost randomly after birth.
Many of the Elantrians locked in their city quickly lost their minds to the pain. For though they did not live, they still felt pain. Every stubbed toe, broken brone, scratch, and other injury would never heal and they would not die. Worse was that though they did not need to eat they still became hungry and locked inside a city that was once driven by magic there was very little room to grow food, not that any had bothered to try while lost in their misery.
This is the tale of Elantris, are you a part of it as well?
Cute but Deadly
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