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Post by Tykrieg Fri Nov 13, 2009 4:13 am

I thought this up upon the spot about 10 minutes ago in a particularly cumbersome episode of Lie To Me.

53,998,268 years in the future. Alot has happened. Magic has been rediscovered, after The Fall of Science; but it was not a happy rediscovery. Magic is complicated, and wears the life force of people very thin. More on that later; but the African Continent; the populational, financial and cultural center of the world; violently exploded, raining small chunks all over the world. Europe and the Middle East were obliterated, now little more then blackened marks upon the earth.
But here's where things get interesting.
African Exploded 1,000 years ago. Magic has been refined, to create massive cities, gigantic empires warring across the Asian Continent and the surrounding islands (Remnants of the African Detonation). More on them later.

South America devolved into prosperous warring nations, which, eventually, became one. A discovery of a remnant of Africa which crashed into the sea but a mile or so from it's west coast means that they have mastered Iron, and are now moving North....

North America is a continent of wide, lush open forests. Dire Wolves and massive Grey Bears wander alongside 8 foot tall Elk and tiny monkey-like creatures. The Men there are divided into Norse-like tribes; the European influences of milennia past turning their future to it's own ends.

Some more History:
The African Detonation was preceeded by a great, great time of suffering known as 'The 99th Tier of Existence' or 'The Age of Pain and Patience'. It was 500 years following the discovery of Angels; the idyllic figures of old, perfect replicas of our most hopeful dreams.
Who then proceeded to kill us all. The Emperor, Davinrad Farlight The 1st, saw his armies of billions destroyed by a flick of the wrist. So, he disappeared, to the top of the World, and there he begged. But a normal man he was, and he died of exposure. But then the Gods brought him back. For 500 years, this cycle continued, as the World's population, crowded into Gigantic, Country-spanning cities, was reduced from 500 billion to a mere 2 billion.
Then, the Gods took pity. Davinrad was blessed with the secrets of Magic; even far beyond The Angels. In shining armour and glowing sword, the aged man tore them to bloody cinders in defence of the few cities remaining.
Then, he died, in his Capital, The Mage-City of Alynsx. In there, the 13 Grandmagus stand eternal watch, taught and blessed by him in a split-second transfer of knowledge.


Your Part:
See, here's where the whole RP idea comes in. The Mage-City of Alynsx is going to fall. And there's a very special young man who's going to do it; Belrock Kastor. After I return from the drudgery of education, I'll post up the intricate details of Alynsx, Kastor and the possibilities. But if you're even slightly interested, please say so.
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