First Post. Please be honest! ---------- Edge of the World (Working Title) It began in a place far from here yet very near. The world was divided by two factions. The Kouzi, who dwell from the southern continent and The Oaken, who travelled far from the east. For aeons, they fought a bitter war over trivial matters such as religion, monarchy and power. They countered them at various points across the world, fighting and waging never-ending battles leaving death and destruction in their wake. Until at last the Kouzi decided to have the last face off. They brought all their troops from all over the continent to one point, Feiden, the last city on the edge of the world. The last port of call before the unknown world stretched on into the infinite. This would be the last one. The Kouzi, humiliated from previous battles decided to adapt themselves to their terrain. They had heard of a religious faction in Feiden called "The United Brothers and Sisters of Ekkren". It was they who taught the Kouzi to use the magicks that Feiden had seeped up from the sands over the long decades of its standing. But they were warned only to use the power they had been blessed with as a last resort and to never engage it as a primary force. Obviously, this message was to turn on deaf ears. They waited for 4 years before The Oaken forces showed their faces. They marched into the city, past the central entryway. Towers of steel, glass and granite echoed their forces a thousand times as they each marched by. They gathered in the centre of the city and…they unleashed themselves. Hundreds upon thousands of men and woman killed each other within the first 90 minuets of combat. And each time a life was taken, it was by the power that the Ekkren Brothers had taught them. Light echoed from within the soldier before the body fell to the granite, lifeless. The energy flowed endlessly and was not spared in favour of other tactics. Nobody was safe from this and the Kouzi, it seemed, was due to earn a tainted victory of blood. But for some, it was too much. It was too much for Rykoj…. Legends tell of a place near the edge of the world that borders onto another place. A place far from this world and beyond all imagination. A place where gods and legendary beings who watch over our gentle world reside and watch over our actions, judging us. This legend was myth until the last wave when the starts started to ripple in the sky, as if it was a large pool of water. All at once, the sky ripped itself open and a pearly white light beamed down onto the city bellow. The fighting stopped and the screams died down as they all looked towards the heavens in awe of this portal. One other was looking. A follower of Ekkren who watched with want and greed. Rykoj came first. A man, no older than 25 flung himself out of the portal and sailed downwards toward the troops. He seemed to float as he fell, almost aiming himself. He never spoke, he never cried, but he clenched his fists all the time. At one point, he closed his eyes and a weapon, a sword to be honest was summoned unto him from his own will. He crashed into the crowd of soldiers, blade in hand and stood there, still. He studied his surroundings and the armies studied Rykoj. He proclaimed “The people of Ardren are tried of your Misuse of our most ancient of energies. Cease this foolish war now before I rend thou asunder!” The soldiers all stood motionless until one of them charged forward and attempted to strike him. Rykoj turned to him as he lifted his sword and….he stopped. Rykoj, looked at him and said only "Please!" before he jammed his blade into his gut and ended his short existence, fuelled by the rage of the war. All at once, each army flung themselves unto him fighting him out of impulses of fear. Each one who stepped near him fell before his blade like wheat before the scythe. He ran through the crowd of soldiers with one sword at his side chopping through the fields of men. Blood was everywhere and magic seemed to have no positive effect. Suddenly, he stopped and looked upward. Another figure started to worm their way through the portal. A young woman no older than 20 forced herself through like it was her birth. She flew downwards to the top of the nearest building and landed gracefully. In her hand was a sort of orb. An orb of power that glowed with incredible heat and energy. The second she landed, she flung it into the air above the armies and it fell towards the ground, quickly. As it fell, Rykoj watched it with a look of worry in his eye. It seemed to stretch out slightly and extend into a long spear that punctured the ground. The spear dug itself under the tar and burrowed into the earth. The ground shook and the energy seemed to manifest itself into the tar bellow Rykoj. Every soldier looked down and it slowly extended into a sort of glyph symbol and stretched itself to fit the wave of soldiers. The woman who summoned this force then jumped from the top of the building she was on and fluttered down towards the glowing earth, landing with a small clunk of asphalt. The armies looked at both of them in awe and contemplated attack…but it just didn’t work. They were stuck, still and unable to move. The woman walked over to Rykoj slowly and they both looked around them at the fields of solid soldiers. Elsewhere, witnessing all this happen was a man. The same man who helped the armies obtain their power. He knew what they had done and felt a strong anger for the loss of the army he helped engage with power. Yet, a sort of relief for the years he had waited for this day, which was the day he dreamed of power beyond this earth, but not as controlling as the magic out on the edge. It was now or never. He needed to claim some of that wondrous energy that they possessed. It is not know how it occurred but the woman felt a sort of tingling sensation around her waist. All of a sudden, her blood splashed all over Rykoj. Shouting her name, Kurenn, Rykoj looked around for a possible assailant until he saw his counterpart slump to the ground…and he revealed himself. He was old. He held the weapon, a sword which defiled her body so horrifically and yet so quickly. For his age he was quick and he lunged himself toward Rykoj striking him with his sword, the same sword which still dripped of Kurenn’s essence. Rykoj slipped up and the old man struck him just above the lip. He was cut and bleeding slightly, but the pain was no greater than that of loosing his sister. She was still on the ground. She coughed slightly and rejected a small quantity of blood. Rykoj looked in joy when he saw her alive but the elderly cleric still jammed his blade toward him. In desperation, he struck him with an energy which the elderly cleric had taught the armies, sending his body flying through the crowd of still warriors and into the ground a fair distance from them. Rykoj picked up Kurenn and held her tight. He kicked off from the ground bellow him and they both sailed upwards to the portal in the sky. With one last act of vengeance, Rykoj cursed the army to fight forever and never cease, but not as they were. The cleric watched with a grin over his face as the siblings sailed upwards, but it soon turned to fear as the bodies of the warriors started to change into what seemed like...beasts. Rykoj’s last look to Feiden was aimed directly at the Cleric who damaged his sister. They sailed into the Portal together… 40 YEARS LATER… Rykoj tried to end the war, but his plans were hindered at the hands of an envious cleric who was one of many who taught a magick to endanger human life. The world since then has come to not much else. The curse that Rykoj placed on the armies is still in tact and continues to ravage our world today, but a thick fog has clouded over the ground keeping the travesty a mystery. Since then, humans have lived in the upper half of the towers that is left of Feiden. Technology and magick together has given us the power to create new homes and residential area's that float in the air and it seems that the war...is long since a forgotten nightmare. Now there is one. A man who works for a corporation who repairs energy fields that restrict access to the lower city. He does not know of the dangers bellow but he has heard rumblings. And then, there is the consistent dream. A voice in the distance echoes "Help". His name is Codyn. And this is where the next part of our story will begin. ---------- Please comment! Thanks! --=Leo=--

There are three typos, one is "loosing," one is "in tact," the other I don't remember.

I can't figure out where The Oaken are, except they come from the east.

And finally, how are they killing each other if only they die of the magic, that is, they aren't killing each other just one side is killing the other?

Except for those things, that is really awesome.