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Post by OhSweetElysium on Oct 13, 2009 19:55:06 GMT -5
Mosaics weathered by the ravages of time tell tales of cities built upon cities, of governments long since fallen, of gods and beliefs abandoned, and the evolution of man; magick and technology. Magick stirs deep within those of divine blood; royalty and nobility. It's this that separates the lesserfolk from those of high station, but one cannot forget what has kept mankind alive.
It's the root of our survival.
Man creates new and innovative ways to perform menial tasks; evolving with the times and pushing forward. Now, locomotives charge ahead with steam spouting from their smokestacks, and steam boats ferry up large waterways with passengers upon deck; the world's bustling with an Industrial Age and the promise of a Golden Era looms upon the horizon, or so they think.
...and it's here, within the land of Elysia, that mankind is beginning to wallow within the murky depths of their own society. With the people segregated and divided amongst themselves, the poor are oppressed by the rich; any semblance of normalcy held above them. Those who cannot afford taxes are apprehended and forced to work within the mines for days on end; weeks, even. All the while those of the upper class reap all the benefits of their lesserfolk barely scraping by.
They were blinded by false promises of a Golden Era, and now the populace of Elysia are ruled by a power hungry tyrant who wants nothing more than to reign supreme over the known world. Her voice is only rivaled by the sudden outcry of the lifeblood of the city; the poor and beggars. Where no one had ever been strong enough to voice their outrage, now one man does.
Now's the time for the rebellion to begin.
A change will happen.
  
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