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Much can be said about the enchanted land of Aseaviel. It’s shrouded in much mystery, many of the legends dripping in enough truth for travellers and other countries to be wary of it. The ancient magic that coursed through its’ soil spread into the fauna and flora, awaking a deep ancestral link in the peoples that lived upon it. A bargain was struck with the wandering tribes when they set roots within the land. In return for protection from dangerous eyes and power-seeking people, the ancient fae granted them ancestral magic to protect the land and its peoples. The ancient chief and first king of Aseaviel paid the blood oath, forever binding his kin to the task. Many spells and enchantments were done this day, many lost to memory. But the magic continues and strengthens with every new generation set upon the stone throne of Aseaviel.
Two generations from this day, a Watcher like myself, a mortal called by the land itself to watch over the people, came to the king and bade him not to teach his son the ancient promise. She whispered that darkness was to fall upon Aseaviel, a blight upon the land that would be put to rest through a prophecy told long ago. Cunning must protect the royal line and the power it rested upon. For light can be restored and darkness banished, but consequences will always pave a course. If the royal bloodline was to perish so too would the ancient promise.
And so, the advice was taken, the throne’s promise muted but not undone– and malicious evil that grows within the hearts of men found itself a usurper and traitorous king. An imposter who now seeks not only to take the magic and power of Aseaviel, twisting and curling life-force into darkness. But to reach out his bloody hand into the lands beyond.
This chapter within the second age requires a voice from a different country – one whose people are few and therefore treasured. They live by the standard of passionate curiosity, tinkering until their very bloodlines are wires. Where the lifeforce of Aseaviel is powered by the land, those of Mechrorian view their minds as individual power houses. The tech they build are their children, and the peace to invent, their prosperity.
As all good songs and stories know – victory goes to those of faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. Perhaps these champions can prove this to be true.
For the heroes of this age I bid them this advice.
“The more you take, the less you have.”
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Hanni Sleek – Watcher of the 2nd age
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