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Post by anakins on Mar 17, 2007 8:35:28 GMT -5
There was a time, when one could walk from north to south of a land and not be hindered by anything or anyone. Lush green fields provided space to live, the thick forests fuel for fire and the quick rivers water for thirst. Endless herds of various creatures roamed freely. Such was also the land of Misteria. Bordered by high mountains, filled with green fields and looming forests. The land was beautiful and serene; one main stream flew through it, and smaller brooks joined it. This was the land of the Centaurs, mythical creatures with the body of a horse and torso of a man. They lived, tended fields, mustered herds…thrived. *** Darkness spread across Misteria; Anarius and his family either killed or exiled those that opposed them. Belerus' family was all but killed, Nautius and his wife probably dead. For years, darkness and fear were the only two things that were known in Misteria. But not anymore.
From within the depts of the forest, in the very heart of Misteria, rose the Exiles. Lead by a young woman of unknown lineage, Arnira, they woke the people in Misteria, rising the rebellion. From out of the blue came descendants of Belerus. Anarius' rule was crumbling. It still is. Who shall you side with? Shall you follow Arnira? Or will you join with the descendats of Belerus? Or perhaps you wish to follow Menarius, general of the dark army that corrupts Misteria. The choice is yours. But the end is near. Choose swiftly. Needs members, so please join!!
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