Kings Rising

Kings Rising

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WpMetadataNoticeNaposledy publikováno čtv, dub 16, 2015
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It's been 50 years since The Sect took over the broken fragments of Gedeon the ancient land in which people, both human and magick, once called home. Since it's rise to power the sect has split the world into 8 categories of people. Strife for the ones who fight in wars, Thanatos the ones who speak to the dead, Auryon, the ones forever sworn to chastity Argider, the ones who tell the future Elymas, the ones who cast magick Annona, the ones who grow the crops Nirvelli for the ones who work at sea, Ethelind the wise who build the cities. Each person is born into a sector and does in them. You can't change fate. Ethelind, and Strife rule over all the sects. The other sectors are looked down upon, infurior to the others, impure and vile. Jaxson was born into Elymas and was supposed to die in Elymas. That is until he met the the mysterious Axl, a fragment of the old country, of what used to be the land of Gedeon, who proclaimed Jaxson was no ordinary peasant.
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Připoj se k největší komunitě vypravěčůZískej personalizovaná doporučení příběhů, ukládej si oblíbené do své knihovny a komentováním i hlasováním buduj komunitu.
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