Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20181113225705

War.

Chaos.

Famine.

The ancient people of the old world had mistreated our Mother for far too long. But all stopped when She brought about the Fall. Exacting Her revenge for millions of years of vile abuse, and wretched torment. Almost all were destroyed in the Fall... But... We are still here. We still exist, living in our Mother's green empire, in the year 8783 PF. Her children.

The Champions of Ash, in their pillared halls of stone, with golden roof, silver floors, and runes of power upon the doors, working with metal She generously gives them. Then, the Children of Fawn, a wild and free people. They cherish the earth, taking only what they need and protecting every last seed. Next, the Reef Walkers. The people of the oceans. Reckless and destructive, yet gentle and soothing at the same time. They revere the tides and waves, and will do so until the end of days. Lastly, the Herders. A quiet, gentle people. Living off their herds of bovine, following them across the earth, seeking to find their true worth.

Our Mother is kind. She guides us with Her gentle hand,  protecting us from the dangers of the beyond.

Or... so She was.

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