Living Pretender

Living Pretender

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Raisa is a world which was once thriving a peaceful ruled by the Makri. The Makri are magic wielders. They were separated into main clans under ones called the Legon from there each clan is separated into sub clans which are lead by the eldest of the type of magic they wield. There are in truth several types if magic in this world and they all lived in peace till the Giagi gained the ability to create weapons out of metal they dug from the soil. These Giagi did not have magic and could not learn to use it, therefore where left alone. When the Giagi created their weapons they went after those they felt oppressed by. The victims were the Makri. The Makri had never seen such weapons and fought for their lives using magic, but at lass they were no match for the Giagi weapons. The numbers fell drastically till the Giagi ruled. The Makri were now being oppressed by the Giagi in ways that where demeaning to the once great race. The Giagi sent out one's called Akra, these groups hunted down the Makri and enslaved them. Each Maki the Akra caught were brought to the walled cities and wild to Giagi nobles as pets. The Giagi had found a way to suppress the Makri's magic to the point they could only to simple spells. At the height of the Giagi's rule and enslavement of the Makri a Giagi noble realized the truth of the past. The first Giagi had not been oppressed by the Makri, they were left alone to thrive on their own. Now the noble set out to find a way to stop the enslavement the Makri were enduring. The only way to do that was to get help from the Makri. Yet each Makri the noble bought and freed wouldn't follow. A Legon was needed to make the resistance work.
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