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Left to ruin, the world of Kaleonor has,
It's survial lays in your hands,
To who may bear this monumentous goal,
May you slip past tragedy's hold,
And continue till the final act,
So far none in this pact,
Have their story told.

In this world there are horrifing beasts, ruins of magestic empires, and haunting memores of the fallen. This is Kaleonor. Many warriors have been left to die all for the single goal: to defeat the Syle and resurrect the fallen hero. Or so the legend goes...

Six have been sent upon this task. Their only way of survial is to stay together, and fight as one. But they still have yet to find each other. More than that, overcome the monster of legend, Syle. Will they return the hero, or join the fallen? Only the roll of their dice will see.

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NOTE TO RPers:

Upon taking up this quest, you've been bound to a pair of die. These will control you're fate; from what path you take to what misfortune may come to you. Their fall will shape your adventure. You do however have one strength: companions. No matter what trouble you get into, a friend can bail you out - without having to leave it to chance.

According to folklore, thousands of years ago when world was shaped with fire and ice, a burst of darkness came from the depths of black space. The ice of life and the flames of death consumed it, but the infection of darkness would not die. Instead it became its own lifesource. It became what is called Syle.

As the world came into existence, Syle barried himself deep within the world to be awakened when good and evil are finally one; or so legend goes. Here he has slept in waiting while the blackness of his heart seeps into the world's soils to pollute creatures and people alike. As the ages fly by, the world becomes more devistated by Syle.

For centeries, groups of adventurers have been bound to a pair of dice in hopes to save their world. These brave men and women have faced the most dangerous creatures that lurk in the black of the world, and have lost everything.

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(fill it out and PM it to me labled "My Chance")

Towns. Seren hated them so. So busy, so loud, and the smell - well, it was rather awful. The odour of many bodies brushing against eachother, with an undertone of alcohol and urine. The air was dirty where humans trod, alongside their ways. But as a merchant, she had to embrace it, in order to survive. And in order to please the elders back home. Why couldn't she just practice her magic for another one hundred years instead?

The elf's hand reached down to a silken pouch attached to the belt around her waist, and slipped her hand into it to feel the die inside. She had no idea why she had bought them, and indeed, why she still carried them. The had seemed to call to her, and, from when she had used them, they were rather lucky! She just rolled them, and they seemed to tell her what to do - whether to haggle, stick at a price, or walk away! She was putting her livelihood in the hands of two die. How human was that! And she didn't even like those gambling types, not that she was that fond of humankind anyway. Taking their forests, polluting the world with their stupidity. At least they did not live long.

She carried on through the busy marketplace, before reaching an inn, far enough into the more wealthy district (if you could call it so) to have a comfy bed and conditions above peasant squalor, and close enough to the rest of the city to have a fair price. Or so she hoped. To check her decision, elf elf bent down by it, fished out the dice, and rolled them across the cobblestones... If it was even, she would go in, if not, she would find the next one. The die seemed to know places better than her.

Slowly, the dice ground to a halt. A five and a three. That made eight, an even. Looked like she had picked wisely, after all. Seren smiled to herself and put away the die again, before she brought herself to her feet, to push open the tavern door, wrinkling her nose slightly at the stench of stale alcohol that mat her nostrils, infused into both the tavern woodwork and its occupants.

“Take chances, make mistakes. That's how you grow.
Pain nourishes your courage. You have to fail in order to practice being brave.”

Six years had passed since he lost his way, for six years he experienced the hardships of life. He was always in poverty, getting the money he could by stealing or gambling using the very same pair of die he had found the day his foster folks died. Zaid Ludivay was living the wrong kind of life, meeting people who stabbed him in the back the first chance they got, dealing with the worst kind of people. He wasn’t one of these people, this wasn’t what he was meant to be, yet that’s where he found himself.
Face first in a puddle of mud, in the back ally of a dirty little Inn called Honk’s, located in the worst part of town. He squinted as he looked up from the mud at three large men, thugs, jerk-offs that either worked or played in the gambling room in the basement of the Inn. See, Zaid was very good at gambling, he always played dice, he always used his own dice, and he always won. Of course he was checked for cheating several times, but there was nothing tricky about his die, he never cheated, he just knew… it was like the die called out their own roll in his head before they would even land. He didn’t even have to be the one rolling the dice to know what would land. It was only with those two little red dice, what he called his lucky charm. Zaid had made the mistake and won too much money while playing dice this morning, and now, he was penniless and getting picked on by three older men who got their kicks out of picking on weaker people. But… Zaid was not a weak person, and as he looked up at the men with his lip bleeding, his face covered in mud, with a smirk on his face, they thought he was just trying to act tough.
The young male pushed himself up from the ground and got on his feet, raising his left arm to wipe the mud off his face with the sleeve of his jacket. He turned his head and spit, then looked at the men with his green eyes glaring sharp. “You know, a few days ago I met this quack of a guy who was on his death bed.” He began, catching the men off guard with a random story as he pulled brass knuckles out of his pocket and put them on his fists. “He was a nice old guy, for someone who was dying- and he took me by the collar of my shirt and brought me down to his face. His breath reeked.” Zaid rolled the dice between his fingers the way a magician might do with a coin. “And he said to me: Ludivay, promise me you’ll stop this nonsense of a life you’re living, its not the path your meant for, your life is destined for something much greater.” By now he was looking at the mud puddle thoughtfully, before raising his gaze to the men again. “to which I replied: You’re crazy old man. Then he died, and after awhile I started to get a little of what he meant… see, I asked this die,” he held the dice up between his fingers, “if what the old guy said was true… you know what the roll was?” The men were confused but seemed interested and were very well distracted by the short story. Zaid looked at their faces and smiled, odds- I leave you guys with broken bones. Evens- I leave you guys with bruises.” The human boy dropped the die, and before the pair even landed on the ground he was swinging at the men, his brass knuckles meeting with faces, ribs, guts, chins, the men didn’t even know what hit them before they were on the ground, the roles reversed, their faces in the mud with a single young male standing over them. On the ground behind him the two dice read even. Still smirking Zaid pulled the brass knuckles off and put them back into his pocket before bending down to pick up his two lucky charms. “When I rolled that day, I got snake eyes, and nice even two. The old man was right, I am destined for greater things.” He snickered before walking out of the ally out into the street.

Kailan played with the dice in her hand as she gently bit her bottom lip. It wasn't unlike her to drop a job and go on the move, but she preferred it when it was her choice, not just a game of chance. But somehow she had wandered herself into this fate, and now she must face it. The world moved around her without much care from her. She could see a boy around her age leave out of one of the backstrees but Kailan didn't pay much attention on it. When her mind finally started to quiet, the bounty hunter found herself near the town's exit.

She wished not to leave, but her heart felt heavy with the thought of staying in town and as she pondered farther on the idea, something caught her eye. Kailan took a step backwards towards the sight that had interested her. In a small alleyway, a small group of men lay on the ground, most sprawled on their belly. She blinked. "Wha?" Her eyebrows bent downwards and she examined the bodies further.

Kailan pursed her lips as her eyes searched the around. In truth, she was curious to who, or what, had done this. She knew it maybe just from her instinct she developed from being in the hunting business that she felt the need to have a powerful partner for just-in-case moments.
The only problem was that she would have to consult the die if she wished to look into it further. The young girl took a deep breath and spilt the die from her hand. "Even, I check it out. Odd, well, I leave it."

Both white cubes hit the stone road at the same time before rolling over. A gleeful grin swept over her face. "Oh yeah. Big ol' bully, here I come." The bounty hunter voiced. To her joy, the die had given her an even. Bending down to pick up her fate, Kailan began to reason with how she would approach this. The young woman rose back onto her feet as she tried to remember back. She could recall seeing a boy leave from a back ally a while ago, and to her knowledge, that would be the best bet. Although she didn't know much, she knew the die had said yes, and that was all she needed to continue now.

Her feet lightly tapped against the road as she continued on her way. Casually, Kailan would bump into any person she found looked like who she was searching for, only to meet with bitter disapointment and simple insults. Everytime the hunter would smile and offer a sorry before continuing on. The day was dragging now, and Kailan was getting sick of looking.

Finally, a glimmer of hope came as another young man came into view. Kailan ran towards him, without much thought, and shoved her shoulder into his side. When she was about to get a good look at his face and see his response, the girl's foot caught on an upward stone and she recalled herself falling.