Thraa

Prologue

Long ago there was a planet very similar to earth named Thraa, drained of its natural resources and contaminated on its dry and desolate landscape.

Nothing lived on its surface except the lost ones, the ones who strayed the paths or had not been able to find safety before the terrain wasted away into bleached forests and crumbling reminders of the wonderful sanctuary Thraa had once been. Instead of dying These Nightmarish beings experienced pain worse that death as their body slowly adapted to the horrible surface of the planet-never able to die it changed them in ways you won't imagine, feeding off the fear and blood of the unfortunate souls who blindly stumble across their path, they lure those who can't see past the own lining of their pockets to their ungodly fate. The screams echoing across the endless landscape of death and pain are never heard and only fade as blood pours into the shallow rivers, turning them red... nothing is left but the unfortunate persons footprints

Though such evil lurks on the foggy crumbling surface of Thraa the People who escaped have built stunning civilizations away from the crust of the contaminated world and have divided into four colonies: The Cloudfinders, Flamesifters, Groundsearchers, and the Watertamers. Far above the ruined landscape, where the smoke and ash have never reached, up above in the clear blue skies are the intelligent and beautiful cloudfinders, Skinny and delicate figures with eyes as blue as the sky and hair as silver as the moon they have built their huge castles on the tops of clouds. they navigate the skies on the backs of jet crows, huge ravens with powerful claws and wings used for combat. most dedicate their lives to knowledge and books of the great storm library, instead of quarreling with the other colonies and battling it out. They watch over the world from the safety of their castles and libraries... keeping mostly to themselves and their secrets.

Flamesifters on the other hand are very different from the cloudfinders. They have unkempt plaits of red and orange hair that hangs down in large curls. Along with amber eyes with gold flecks that dance when they become excited, which is often. Over many years they have learned to live in the fiery depths of the many volcanoes that Thraa houses. Their villages made purely of molten rock they learn the art of fighting with any weapon imaginable, making them strong, quick-footed, but also very self assured and hotheaded too. Training day and night... no one would ever dream of getting on their bad side.

Far away from the fiery terrain of volcanoes in the murky drained seas of thraa there is another civilization, where Watertamers thrive. These people have evolved over millions of years to have webbed fingers and the ability to hold their breath for hours on end. With silky dark hair and large brown eyes many a person has mistaken them for a mermaid or merman. Watertamers swim through the clouded depths and have made hidden cities far below the surface. Not much is known about them... and the watertamers like it that way.

The last tribe are the Groundsearchers, the miners, creators, and masters of mechanisms who dwell far below the contamination of thraa. Creative and hardworking Groundsearchers have dark skin and large deep green eyes along with heightened senses like extensive hearing and superb eyesight that helped them adapt to the underground caves in which they live. Those who live in the caves mine their riches like zorhonn, rithir, and mytdr. Or they create items, craft, and experiment with unknown substances for unknown purposes.

Cloudfinders, Firesifters, Watertamers, Groundsearchers, and lost ones, all these diverse races rely on the motherstone to keep thraa from disintegrating into ash. The mother stone is the sustainer of all the life as we know it on the planet Thraa, it lives far beneath even the deepest civilizations of the Groundsearchers, slowly pulsing and keeping the planet's already delicate balance in check.

But the motherstone is falling apart.

And many people would like to get their hands on it's sparkling surface.

Lost ones, Mutations of strange creatures, individuals and tribes alike yourn for its unending power and life giving properties. They will do many things for a prize so great and powerful.....

This planet was once a wonderful place, but in the now time of crisis there is a prophecy everyone relies on, a prophacy in which to belive in when all other means of survival seems to be gone for the broken world of Thraa...

Fire and rock

Water and wind

Come now 4 heroes of the ruined world to fix what is broken,

And recreate what was once there

One who has a head in the clouds

Will reunite the army of a thousand broken hearts

Another with a fiery soul

Shall fix the broken and heal the wounded

A third who lives in murky waters

Can undo what has been inflicted upon the world

And the last, who sleeps on rock

Will succeed in what most have failed to think of

Four souls to fix the broken stone

Four challenges to overcome

Four ancient swords to clash together

Four tribes made into one

The saviors are coming...

A prophecy in which is their last hope.