Memoirs

Gold petals fall from the midnight sky, like embers fluttering across a battlefield. A black-clad figure, half-armored, watches the roaring crowd. The war is over. The Age of Independence is nigh... so why isn't he happy?

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Following the Chronicled War, the world of Memoirs rejoiced with independence. Centuries of battle and strife, fighting for the planet's magic, Essence,indifference turned conflict turned conquest. All of it ended. With the Lion's Roar. With the destruction of Paradisio, the world's source of prime Essence. For better or worse, magic of Essence have vanished from Memoirs... Or is it?   No, Essence and by proxy, magic, is still present in Memoirs but with a different turn in history always come with a different adversary. Essence in the air. Seeped into the flora, fauna and the environment- mutating animals into colossal beasts, changing the local climate, even the world's order is in disarray.   The Leonis capital of St. Leon, the bright, golden landscape turned cold and icy with stormy blizzards every day. The Strygian country of Scientia, turned from a sandy desert to a grassy mountain of all things. Magnus, of the Aries Forest, became flooded within the years,thank the First no one was hurt.The Canis vast province, dry and barren, have people from all over coming for the land's now Essence-filled quarries. The Unicornis 'Pearl of the North' capital of Strelitzia is now under a constant dark night sky.Though the populace is over the moon. Literally...urgh, Astrologians. And lastly the crater that is now Paradisio have become the metropolis Driwol, complete with daily Essence Showers night shows for wanderlust travelers, the Vulpus had always known to be productive. And this is only the beginning...   Now is a start of a new age, The Age of Independence, promises of a united world, free of conflict and discord, with riches and Essence abundant for all people. If only their swore to the Patrons and NOT to their petty, greedy, power-hungry backsides, Memoirs would a perfect place. And that is where I , Valt, the proud, powerful and magnificent Archivist of the Strygia would undergo a quest. No - The Quest. A quest to bring prosperity, wealth and Essence throughout the wor-   Are you creating a backstory for yourself? said Ozwald. The black-clad oaf was looking over Valt's shoulder, head tilted, in unknowing wonder. The smaller man squeaked, followed by a manly howl with the drop of his grimoire on his foot.