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A Quiet Realm - Prostesa

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When one's soul tires of daily affairs and is driven to achieve something beyond the scope of reality, Prostesa is where they choose to live. Prostesa is one of three continents on the planet, Aohiri, and is known for being a land where magic pours from every crevice whether obvious or not. For those that dwelt in magic affairs their entire life, this was a dream for them, and some of the most powerful mages made their home here. An age of prosperity had followed just after a terrible plague that had wracked the land.

All was well until The Silence arose.

As a powerful warlock, followed by a vengeful god, rose to power and sought the mana of mages, cities had begun fearing destruction and banned the practice of any magic at all. Magical weapons, tomes, and trinkets of any kind were liberated from their owners and locked away. Mages were chased from their hometowns, forced to live elsewhere under a new name, and start a new life that was never quite the same. Nobody could reveal themselves. The punishment wasn't only banishment, but the warlock would certainly have you in his sights.

Some of the more fortunate, the Dilus, found themselves safe from the watchful eyes of their government, as the Dilus were incapable of producing any kind of magic at all. From birth, they were crippled, and their entire life is always a bit different from others. They were considered undesirable by the warlock, and so they were left to roam free where they pleased. Aware of the mounting dread of having mana sapped away, the Dilus are the ones left to mend the opened wounds of Prostesa and breathe their own life into it, and they do so with pride. The many have never been so grateful for them.

The age of The Silence is the time Prostesa currently resides in with civilization too afraid to return to the days where magic was shown with pride. Even as humans and other races continue their days, the continent is never quite as good as it used to be. As the years run on and on, the warlock creeps ever closer to his goal.

It's only a matter of time before it's reached.