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There are five main kingdoms that take up a lot of the world. The humans, elves, dwarves, dragons, and trolls. The humans have a strong and wise queen by the name of Lilore. The elves are ruled by a calm and aloof king called Erolith. The dragons are ruled by a cool and cunning dragon by the name of Bayondth the Voiceless, for he is mute and speaks telepathically. The troll’s ruler is a vicious tyrant named Foza. The dwarves see their king in an ancient ruler by the name of Bylnar. Lilore is tall, with hair as black as night. She is strong and has fought many wars for her people, giving her many scars on her face, including one that nearly took out her eye, but still stretches across it. Her nickname is the Queen of Scars. Erolith is a high elf, with grey hair and dark eyes. He always has a rather aloof look about him. The dragon’s king is as red as a blood moon and has eyes the color of his treasures. Foza is large, as ugly as any troll, and carries a staff on which she hangs the skulls of her enemies, or so she claims.


The four kingdoms exist in harmony. All though they are not friends, as long as one does not stray from their borders, then there is no war, no anger. A strange occurrence is happening in the kingdoms. Animals will be seen with fur as black as night, and spikes protruding from their backs. An unusual golden liquid drips from their eyes and mouth, and they are running around the kingdom. They do not attack, but are much more vicious than usual, and will be seen in broad daylight out in the open. While it is concerning, especially since it is happening to animals such as street dogs and alley cats, none of them have attacked humans so not much is thought about it. Just stay away from them, and nothing will happen.



In the Nuteral Territory, things are as chaotic as usual. There are wooden sidewalks crammed with those of all species, and occasionally, a nimble hand will slip into a pocket for a gold coin, or food. There is even more activity in the alleways, smuggled goods passing hands, street children scrounging through rubbish. In the darkest part of this area, however, in a litte hovel by the fishing docks, a tall woman with dark hair and red clothing sits on top of a box. There are knives attached to her belt, and she uses one to pick her teeth, a bored expression on her face. "Sometimes I wish world domination," she says around the knife's blade, "Could be over like that." She stamps her foot, scaring a rat out from under the box.

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The dragon was flying up higher and higher into the sky. "gotta go, gotta go higher and higher" He flapped his wings hard and fast. Sweat dripped off his scales. "huh, huh, huh" He started to pant before flying through the clouds. "woo"

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Aelrie sat on a swing-like hanging seat of vines of a sickly silver-green dangling from the rafters of a building, her pointed ears informing any who looked on just how the plants had come to be. The elven girl made not a move, not a sound. It could have been said to be unsettling; her eyes were focused solely on the crimson clad woman sitting a little ways away from her. With the sudden, slight movement of her pointer finger, she caused a whip thin root to shoot up out of the ground and ensnare the rat, one of the tendrils beginning to slowly wrap around its throat. This wasn't for pleasure or entertainment, as such things had long since become foreign to her, nor was it for any practical or substantial reason. She had simply thought of it and therefore done it, and now watched emotionlessly as the rodent's struggles and spasms weakened.

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Derek swing his mighty blade, threatening a few thieves who had tried to snag what little he carried with him. The Blackguard soldier didn't take kindly to those who tried to steal from him. 'Maybe I should find the human kingdom instead of wandering No Man's Land. Might be safer, might be worse. I'll only know when I get there.' The Conqueror thrust his blade towards the two thieves who stood before him. They split, dodging the jab and turning to run. Derek hefted his sword over his shoulder, the two foxes at his feet growling at the retreating fools. "Tabbethuh, Gerrin, stand down." The foxes stopped snarling, hid their teeth.

The thundering footsteps of a beast proudly announced the approach of what could only have been a troll; a large one, judging by the vigorous shaking of the poorly designed buildings. Elzenwath the Large had trekked to Neutral Territory from the swamplands - a short and easy walk for those that had journeyed it before, as Elzenwath had many times. He was heading to the somewhat chaotic lands for trading, as his farming abilities had finally borne a round of perfect cabbages. These he lugged in a sack over his shoulder, the weight forcing a grunt from him with every step.
As the first of the dank buildings came into view, the troll let loose a victory roar, putting on a sudden burst of speed. His yellow eyes scoured the roofs of the now multiplying structures, searching for any sign of unwelcoming defenses other than the people themselves. Upon finding none, he stomped towards the village, mumbling under his breath at the unfairness of the weight of cabbages. By themselves they weighed then to nothing in his mighty grasp, but when their numbers rose, the seemingly harmless vegetation could be unfortunately heavy.
Continuing his tiring stagger towards the village, Elzenwath snarled. The place reeked of humans, most of whom he figured would attempt to harm him. Often, they threw rocks, but the troll managed to scare them away with as little as a glance. Perhaps this time, they would accept his physical - and mental - differences.