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A SANCTUM OF SWORDS
It is the Ascencion of Kings in the world of Thearus. An era of reconstruction after a catastrophic collapse of all mortal empires and kingdoms throughout its far-flung continents. Mortal-kind survives, but many of their gods have not. Centuries come and go, but the dead gods do not return.
The natural cycle of Thearus has broken. All mortal and living souls cannot see it, but a darkness spreads throughout the realm of absent gods, threatening to consume all the souls that they had once claimed during their eternal reign.
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A SANCTUM OF SWORDS
A dark figure came charging out of the smoking veil. A feminine shape of monstrous height, the physical frame lithe, mirroring that of something serpentine. Her golden bronze skin rippled with muscular definition, natural patterns of darker and lighter shades appearing like ancient war paint upon her flesh.
Combed black hair danced around her, disguising her features behind a pendulum of lustrous, falling strands. An air of superior grace haunted her every movement, keeping her outer snow-white robes draped over the vermillion silk beneath dancing about her ankles.
An Azzaran, named Guardian Souls by the defenders of Akara Sanctuary.
The creature stormed out of the ruin made in her wake, wielding dual blades of wicked make and aesthetic. Enigma burst into another darting run. Again, more torrential flames erupted from the Azzaran’s slavering maw, her jawbone unhooked like that of a bellowing serpent.
He pounded the fractured stone underfoot, weaving through leaping flames bursting out of the widening fissures. A magmatic breath expelled from the Azzaran’s mouth trail blazed after him. A blaze corrosive enough to melt the stone underfoot into running slag.
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WORLD OF THEARUS
It is known as the mortal sphere by entities beyond the physical plane. Demi-gods and other oddities besides have often named it the Cradle of Creation, from which all creation is birthed, eventually to be siphoned into the divine realms of the Celestial Spheres. To all the ordinary mortal children who seed the soil of their inherited world, it has always been called Thearus.
