Illusionist's World

Illusionist's World

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This world is run by naturam. We collect naturam from monsters, we hire those who naturally are born with this energy. Those who are strong should be royalty, yet the government controls and limits our power. For their greed, for their experimentations wanting the secret to power and complete control, my pare ts were killed. Each night, the responsibility for overriding the governments limits are impossible to escape and the days are nights without my eyes closed. All that's necessary for me to do, though, is not just to run- my parents last orders- but to flush my system with the revenge my bones crave as the blood that's reborn. Lynndia Vadel, you are a sun who's light was stolen by the moon; your path now is to destroy the masks of the theifs and redeem truth for royalty to once again arise.
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The gods have always been such fickle beings. They carry with them unseen expectations and desires, yet they expect perfection from the mortals over which they rule. How would you manage, then, if a god were to set its sights on you and you alone? Could you run? Hide? Or would their fury be inevitable? How do you avoid the rage of something so mysterious and divine? Some say the gods have limits. That if you did not cross into the light of the moon, that she couldn't see you. Simply hide yourself away each night, and the moon would never find you. There was even a night, at least once a month, where the moon would be blind, and you could tread freely through the night. Of course, nothing is certain in the realm of the gods. Note: This story contains human gore and animal death through hunting. These sections are brief, but those who are sensitive to either should use discretion.

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