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Once the earth was a simple ball of clay.
Upon it walked the sole existent mage, the good spirited one. He wanted to share and mold the Earth so he could have glorified power.
The mage pinched up from the ground nations and figures of silt. He formed grand castles around the globe of this clay. None were grander or more intricate than the castle the mage built for his dwelling, for his thrown. He pressed his palms to the base of the thrown and recited an incantation to bring to life his figures, each becoming a non-magical being with unique and beautiful talents.
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