In Essence
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In the beginning there was but one planet. Gray, barren, lifeless. Upon this world stood twelve dwellings, one for each member of the first race, the race which would go on to create the worlds. The Bringers of Life.
With the aid of untapped sources of Essence called Wellsprings, the Bringers of Life would bring forth entire worlds, countless creatures and all other necessities for life to thrive.
This story begins in the Sol system a thousand years after the discovery of the Sol Wellspring by two members of the first race. A war has been waged for the complete control of the Wellspring, creating new creatures to fight in the war, piting brother against brother. And the winner shall claim the Well and the planet Earth.
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