The Dark Order

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Standing under an awning, amid a downpour, a hooded figure crashes into a stack of pallets and boxes, tumbling and rolling right back to their feet. They keep going.

This is 18-year-old, Magnolia "Maggie" Barker, our five foot eight heroine who sports a Brown curly-haired afro, she has green eyes and is naturally athletic-- User of Blade Magic.

Though she's good-natured and naturally peaceful, she's had to learn how to protect herself due to her family history. She's only wanted to feel normal and hoped she'd be able to find normalcy in her post-high school years but misfortune tends to follow her everywhere she goes.

She's a loner nowadays because everyone who associates with her gets either maimed or killed, which has forced her into hiding, along with the fact that she's on the run... Wanted for Mass Murder.

She has no time to waste as two shady figures-- A White female and a Black male pursue her. These are Holy Knights,  dispatched by the World Government's Sorcerer's Sovereign Authority.

Maggie's eye cut between what's ahead and a small circular box, emitting an orange aura, in the shape of a compass pin. It's pointed WEST.

As she turns around a building corner, she collides with a brute, White male. He snatches her aggressively as he lifts her off her feet. He clenches her as he pries the box from her hand and crushes it before hurling her into the street.

Tumbling across the brick-laid road,  he pushes her and in an instant, she rolls back to her feet with a crescent dagger in hand. Her eyes burn orange as she slashes the blade, across her body like a sword.

An orange mana blade rips through reality itself...

The shockwave pushes the rain away, drying the area for a second...

The blade cuts through various structures, stopping the man in his tracks. Maggie stares at him, trembling. When the rain starts to fall again...

HIS UPPER BODY SEPARATES AT THE WAIST.

Without a second to lose, she's back on her feet, having to quickly deflect a hail of magical bursts from the other two knights. Swinging her dagger, she hurls mana blades at her enemies that grow with distance.

Quick thinking, she cuts a doorway into existence and rushes through before it closes. As the two hunters come over, all that's left is a spell circle burned into the road. Ignoring the dead man, the female knight picks up the broken box...

As the box is cloaked in a yellow mana, it reconstructs before it is vacuumed into it and a yellow compass pin appears. Points WEST.

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Right now, in GODRICK SQUARE, a small, artsy town, in the southern portion of the Northern Realm. The wheels of change are about to start churning.

In the living room of a tacky, shotgun-style apartment. It's completely old-fashioned, featuring horrible fucking wallpaper -- A mismatch between polka-dots and flowers, dusty family photos that line the walls,  along with numerous medals and awards.

Sprawled out on the couch is a scraggly, salt-and-pepper-haired, White male, wearing denim jeans, an open, plaid button-up, a white t-shirt, and an old-school brown leather jacket.

He's practically dead to the world, barely holding onto an empty bottle of Bourbon, his preference. This is Alexis Jubilee, thirty-five, a once renowned and respected Mage Bishop, now a grieving alcoholic, barely finding work as a hired retainer. There's a beaded bracelet resting on his stomach.