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EquinoxSol
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The proud species of the Arar. They are grey-skinned, with feathers instead of hair, and have cold-colored eyes. The males have a frilled crest down their backs, the largest one signifies the leader. They are famous for their temples, worshiping a single goddess known as Farar. Descendants of the elven clans, they are very beautiful, often being courted by other species. Especially renowned for their spies and swordsmen, they have struck fear into most every other race in the country of the Golden Vale.
The exotic entity of the Nahlo people. Having an affinity for mountains, they worship a single abstract deity who is the cause of good in the world, and who has a nemesis responsible for evil. Managing to control a mountain kingdom, they were created as a breeding experiment that failed - creating them instead. These people are extremely proficient in weapons of mass destruction, their advantage in the war.
The elusive race of Bana. With a loving of grassland territories, they command the Plains of Ranier to the East of where the Arar dwell. Well-known for their use of wide spread semaphore systems and roadways, they are a wealthy race. They worship a single hermaphroditic deity who works with a host of created sub-deities that are also worshiped. Most believe that the powers that be are generally distant and uninvolved with their lives. They are the creators of both the Arar and Nahlo, two mistakes that they try to fix with the War of Three Kings.
The girl laughed, blood spewing from the poor soul she had just cut down. This was her element! As another soldier rushed at her, she raised her sword, ready to defend her race. The War of Three Kings started many years ago, before she was born, but that didn't mean she wouldn't fight to the death for her people, the proud Arar. Never again shall her people be killed at the hands of those damned Bana, their creators but also their enemies. Not as much as the Nahlo, who declared war over a lost prince, who may or may not be dead already.
Hearing a call from her direct superior, she looks up to see a Nahlo super weapon. It was called a golem by many, a Nahlo-operated machine made with stone or sometimes clay, brought together with their superior metalworking skills. "Everyone, fall back!" The women, more like a girl really, shouts, already running, seeing some of her friends falling to the ground in front of the larger construct. It raises its foot, then smashes it down on Arar soldiers.
In the distance, the sound of a horn being blown is heard, the signal for the Nahlo to move out, no matter what. This wasn't good. It meant that they were unleashing their trump card, a superweapon that the Arar had only just heard about. It was like a cannon, sending a projectile filled with the most explosive stuff imaginable. Easily, it could take out half of the Arar and Bana's armies, and it was named the Hallowed Subjugator. No one knew what it meant, and some believed not even the Nahlo knew what it did, but everyone believed that nothing good would come of it.
As the Nahlo armies began pulling back, moving for safer ground in the hills, several of the Bana stopped fighting, thinking that they had finally beaten back the Nahlo. "Everyone, get back!" Shouted Captain Alwel. Several listened, while others, thinking them to be smarter than the young captain, stayed, continuing to fight the Bana and remaining Nahlo.
And then, like a moon covering the sun, a sense of dread filled all the peoples. The blaring of the horn had ceased, the weapon was about to be utilized. For a second, the entire sky grew white, nearly blinding the warrior Arar. The sound followed next, an intense thundering, shaking the ground with its pure strength. A giant wave of power came after the thundering, as if it was a reinforcement of the power of the Hallowed Subjugator, knocking down anyone who hadn't braced themselves to the floor.
The light ended, the sound gone, and the girl picked herself up, wondering what had happened, running a hand through her white feathered hair. Looking down at her hands, she sees it glowing a fluorescent blue, chips of it falling away. Looking under her shirt, she finds it happening all over her body, leaving a void where the chips left. And finally, her whole body was gone, leaving her unconscious.
Haera Olorn wakes up parallel to several people she doesn't recognize, the gloom of trees blocking out any sort of sunlight so she can see what army they belonged to. "What just happened?" She asks aloud, wondering if the weapon's power had been something in the air, a poison. Would she die?
Sighing, she gently shakes the arm of the one closest to her, waking them up.
((This is designed to be a steampunk-ish world parallel to ours. More of where they are will be revealed in later dates.Please only be one of the three warring races...))
The exotic entity of the Nahlo people. Having an affinity for mountains, they worship a single abstract deity who is the cause of good in the world, and who has a nemesis responsible for evil. Managing to control a mountain kingdom, they were created as a breeding experiment that failed - creating them instead. These people are extremely proficient in weapons of mass destruction, their advantage in the war.
The elusive race of Bana. With a loving of grassland territories, they command the Plains of Ranier to the East of where the Arar dwell. Well-known for their use of wide spread semaphore systems and roadways, they are a wealthy race. They worship a single hermaphroditic deity who works with a host of created sub-deities that are also worshiped. Most believe that the powers that be are generally distant and uninvolved with their lives. They are the creators of both the Arar and Nahlo, two mistakes that they try to fix with the War of Three Kings.
The girl laughed, blood spewing from the poor soul she had just cut down. This was her element! As another soldier rushed at her, she raised her sword, ready to defend her race. The War of Three Kings started many years ago, before she was born, but that didn't mean she wouldn't fight to the death for her people, the proud Arar. Never again shall her people be killed at the hands of those damned Bana, their creators but also their enemies. Not as much as the Nahlo, who declared war over a lost prince, who may or may not be dead already.
Hearing a call from her direct superior, she looks up to see a Nahlo super weapon. It was called a golem by many, a Nahlo-operated machine made with stone or sometimes clay, brought together with their superior metalworking skills. "Everyone, fall back!" The women, more like a girl really, shouts, already running, seeing some of her friends falling to the ground in front of the larger construct. It raises its foot, then smashes it down on Arar soldiers.
In the distance, the sound of a horn being blown is heard, the signal for the Nahlo to move out, no matter what. This wasn't good. It meant that they were unleashing their trump card, a superweapon that the Arar had only just heard about. It was like a cannon, sending a projectile filled with the most explosive stuff imaginable. Easily, it could take out half of the Arar and Bana's armies, and it was named the Hallowed Subjugator. No one knew what it meant, and some believed not even the Nahlo knew what it did, but everyone believed that nothing good would come of it.
As the Nahlo armies began pulling back, moving for safer ground in the hills, several of the Bana stopped fighting, thinking that they had finally beaten back the Nahlo. "Everyone, get back!" Shouted Captain Alwel. Several listened, while others, thinking them to be smarter than the young captain, stayed, continuing to fight the Bana and remaining Nahlo.
And then, like a moon covering the sun, a sense of dread filled all the peoples. The blaring of the horn had ceased, the weapon was about to be utilized. For a second, the entire sky grew white, nearly blinding the warrior Arar. The sound followed next, an intense thundering, shaking the ground with its pure strength. A giant wave of power came after the thundering, as if it was a reinforcement of the power of the Hallowed Subjugator, knocking down anyone who hadn't braced themselves to the floor.
The light ended, the sound gone, and the girl picked herself up, wondering what had happened, running a hand through her white feathered hair. Looking down at her hands, she sees it glowing a fluorescent blue, chips of it falling away. Looking under her shirt, she finds it happening all over her body, leaving a void where the chips left. And finally, her whole body was gone, leaving her unconscious.
Haera Olorn wakes up parallel to several people she doesn't recognize, the gloom of trees blocking out any sort of sunlight so she can see what army they belonged to. "What just happened?" She asks aloud, wondering if the weapon's power had been something in the air, a poison. Would she die?
Sighing, she gently shakes the arm of the one closest to her, waking them up.
((This is designed to be a steampunk-ish world parallel to ours. More of where they are will be revealed in later dates.Please only be one of the three warring races...))