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The Aberrant Vaults
Blood was spilled on neutral grounds. The child-king’s eyes were wide and glistened with fervent tears as evident anger spat from his mouth. The chamber was in chaos from the shocking events that would undoubtedly result in the first Great War for generations. Both sides were separated to prevent further unnecessary violence despite all knowing it was inevitable.
“If that brat wants a war, the Dominion will provide it,” King Grovan Drak exclaimed to his subjects as he held the bleeding wound upon his neck. “Where’s the damned healer!”
A woman entered the room escorted by the King’s guards with quiet tension evident. In her hand she held a tome, her fingers pulling upon the cover before opening it to a particular page. Her right hand gestured in a motion as if to pull from an unseen force, fingers crossing with the motion. The page glowed and coalesced within the fluid dance of her hand, and the spell directed onto the open and bleeding wound.
King Drak removed his hand revealing only blood and a freshly closed wound. "This is the strongest healing spell I've ever witnessed," he said, though the Scribe would not meet his gaze. "You must be Nemiah Toul. It's a pity you must answer to that child ruling over the Covenant."
"It's a pity I have to answer to him at all," she said flatly.
"Then don't. Defect and work for me."
Nemiah drew in a long breath and shook her head. "He made a brash decision based on his emotions," she said. "Why not avoid this war entirely and seek to make peace with him. Lead by example. Show him how kings present."
The Dominion King's lips turned down at her words as he remembered what transpired. His own anger welled within him. "He blames the Dominion for his father's death," he said. "He has had war on his mind long before he stepped foot in your halls."
Plot
In a world where magic can only be written, a group of powerful magic users known as Scribes have long existed in neutrality to write and manipulate magic for the benefit of all humanity. Generations ago, when the first Great War split the land into two factions, the Scribes were forced to choose sides, and it was only until after the treaty of peace were they able to return to their neutral state. In times of peace, they are allowed to cultivate and grow their magic in peace, but in times of war, by law they must answer to their leaders.
Every four years, the presiding rulers of each faction gather within the Osceli halls to affirm the peace between the factions. But peace would become fragile when nefarious and underhanded plots are revealed. War is on the horizon, and while it has not completely come to pass, both sides now race to gain the upper hand.
They call for their Scribes and their elite Order Agents to take up their lawful duties, which in turn requires them to forfeit neutrality and fight against their own kind. Having gone so long without war, it is a reluctant act, with some branching off in rebellion against the rising conflict.
This rebellious branch is tasked with hunting down the true interests of each faction: powerful magical artifacts crafted by an ancient civilization that can be wielded by any human, even those without magic. These artifacts must be found before they are placed in the wrong hands.
OOC
This is currently just an interest check to see if it'll have any interest here! If there is any interest, this probably won't start until January, with sign ups later in the month to allow myself time to write out the important lore. And obviously Christmas will cause some timing issues.
What I'm looking for:
- Intermediate to advanced writers
- 2+ paragraphs per post
- 4-6 players max
- Collaborative players