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Arafelishttp://wiki.lostsouls.org/w/index.php?title=Arafelis/Raxgard&diff=9962&oldid=prevArafelis: two continents2008-08-16T22:46:33Z<p>two continents</p>
<p><b>New page</b></p><div>There was a great Kingdom whose name no one knows. It was ruled by eight queens and eight kings; the daughters of a great lord, and their consorts.<br />
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The queens still live.<br /><br />
One with memory worn away by waves; she is the priestess of the city of the Free, whose lonesome god-leviathan accepts his devotees' flesh unnoticed.<br /><br />
One lies in armor beneath the ice in a frozen forest of moss and mushrooms, waiting to be reborn when the world needs her once again.<br /><br />
One, once the servant of her Goddess of Love, now serves only the flesh in her temple of tent-canvas and pillows.<br /><br />
One warrioress, the last of her kind, runs with the bandits and thieves that remain of her legions and dreams.<br /><br />
One, mightiest of the queens, a sorceress and oracle beyond compare, ravages the countryside looking for omens in the chaos.<br /><br />
One follows her sister and heals what she can, which is less than what she once could.<br /><br />
One who once ruled the night is hunted by the demons her hounds became.<br /><br />
And the White Queen still rules her City from its throne, in the chains that bind her there.<br /><br />
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The kings, mere mortals, are dead save for the evil /thing/ that rides the body of their champion. Its curse undoes all.<br />
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Wyverns and manticores range the countryside, growing mighty on the dreams they eat. And on the flesh.<br />
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Demon-wasps and locusts pour from a hole in the sky to blanket a mountain; the desperate wards that hold them there keep them barely in check, sometimes letting one or a dozen spill into the countryside. And it is said /their/ queen lays her eggs in the body of a god, with each larva having a tiny apportioning of divine flesh as its first meal.<br />
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And to the east, there is a vast desert with only ruined walls and a single half-remaining statue. "Wormwood," it reads; and the dust there is said to be poison. Yet somehow at night mad chanting is heard from beneath...<br />
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This is a land in need of heroes and storytellers, for all of its own have been leeched away.</div>Arafelis