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On the island kingdom of Duriel, a mad king rules with an iron fist.
King Feldrin IV, known as the Tyrant King, maintains his nation's prosperity just as his predecessors have for the last three centuries: through the enslavement of the vast majority of the population. Low Durians, the unfortunate 90%, are seen as no more than animals by the aristocracy that rules them. They are fed and clothed to prevent them from dying out, but slaughtered without thought or repercussion. While this aristocracy, the High Durians, live lives of luxury and decadence, their slaves exist in a constant state of hopelessness and fear. Fear of beatings, death, or even worse: the appearance of a Faceless One.
While the first Feldrin relied on the otherwordly powers of his Faceless Ones to secure his dominion and enforce his rule, the masked, enigmatic figures are rarely seen any more. Duriel has been an oppressed nation for over three centuries and the Low Durians that live in enslavement and squalor not only have never experienced any other way of life, they can hardly even imagine the concept of freedom. Over the centuries, the spirit has been beaten out of them.
Now, only those Low Durians with inextinguishable will dare to fight against the king, but even these brave men and woman fall against the sharp spears and arrows of the Imperial Army without any real effect.
Until now.
A small resistance group in the capital of New Ryllon have recently come into possession of a strange item that draws them towards a woman. A woman who, while ordinary now, will soon become exceptional. This woman represents something that the Low Durians haven't had for three hundred years.
Hope.
King Feldrin IV, known as the Tyrant King, maintains his nation's prosperity just as his predecessors have for the last three centuries: through the enslavement of the vast majority of the population. Low Durians, the unfortunate 90%, are seen as no more than animals by the aristocracy that rules them. They are fed and clothed to prevent them from dying out, but slaughtered without thought or repercussion. While this aristocracy, the High Durians, live lives of luxury and decadence, their slaves exist in a constant state of hopelessness and fear. Fear of beatings, death, or even worse: the appearance of a Faceless One.
While the first Feldrin relied on the otherwordly powers of his Faceless Ones to secure his dominion and enforce his rule, the masked, enigmatic figures are rarely seen any more. Duriel has been an oppressed nation for over three centuries and the Low Durians that live in enslavement and squalor not only have never experienced any other way of life, they can hardly even imagine the concept of freedom. Over the centuries, the spirit has been beaten out of them.
Now, only those Low Durians with inextinguishable will dare to fight against the king, but even these brave men and woman fall against the sharp spears and arrows of the Imperial Army without any real effect.
Until now.
A small resistance group in the capital of New Ryllon have recently come into possession of a strange item that draws them towards a woman. A woman who, while ordinary now, will soon become exceptional. This woman represents something that the Low Durians haven't had for three hundred years.
Hope.
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