Felicity

Personally, I prefer to not have Wifi. When you do have it, it makes the freaking beginning of the game a predictathon."Will he lead with this, does he think i'll lead with that, that's the most obvious move though" etc. Wifi also puts a stop to game changers. I can't tell you how many times I've been battling someone good and we've been going back and forth pretty well, and then One of us whips out a game changer to surprise the other.

Looking around, Darius came to the sad conclusion that he could do no more for these people. Darius turned to the three other men and spoke quietly, not wanting to bother the dead. "Gentlemen, it seems that something dangerous is occurring in this holy city. I'm going to try and help the magistrates resolve the situation. That means heading back to the holy grounds, where it seems some sort of confict is happening. I don't know how good you men are in a fight, but any help would be appreciated." With that Darius made his way down the stairs, not checking to see if any of them were following.

Chapter 2 Joy. I wanted to spend as little time around this man as possible. I’d rather not draw any kind of attention, even if it was his job to speak to me. That said, I gave him a short nod in response. As he started speaking, he fell into the rhythm of a man reciting a speech for the thousandth time. “Mr Darren Aerilyn, Graduate of the School and a recognised Gifted, you have been recalled for a summary of your time since graduation, and a session of teaching the next generation. Do you have any issues with this?” When I answered with the negative he continued “Very well then, please report your time since graduation.” *** It had been almost a year since I had left the School. after graduation, the School like to take a “Sink or Swim” approach. They send the majority of us out into the world one at a time as each student was confirmed to be far enough away from the School. Most people who leave tended to be fine, assuming that they stay in the School quarter, the people there are the most accommodating of the Gifted and there are several places a gifted can find work. Unfortunately, I had always been useless with directions and I managed to find my way into the Military quarter. This is where all the normal people go to learn combat experience for themselves and is where all war based information that Trevalus possess is stored. Unfortunately ths place was the most hostile towards the gifted. It had always been that way, as long as anybody could remember. After all, they were training for the idea of fighting a Gifted and the only info they had on Gifted was how dangerous we could be. This meant that the people who never ventured away from the Military quarter developed some bad thoughts. At least, that’s how I always thought it was. Anyway, as I went further into the quarter I couldn't fail to notice the groups of men and women undergoing training with swords, bows, spears etcetera. Eventually I found a place to eat and drink with my meagre savings from the School. This is where I met Warrel. He was the owner of the establishment, an older man, maybe in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair that showed some of his age and several chips and dents in his face. It turned out that I hadn’t been the first Gifted to ever wander into the Quarter and I probably wouldn’t be the last. He saw how I handled myself and put the pieces together, setting me on the right path and, after thanking him, I ventured back the my original destination. Unfortunately, things weren't that simple. As I walked I was ambushed by a group of men, nearly the same age me, ranging from nineteen to twenty three at the most from the looks of it. They began spouting some prejudiced stuff that I was appalled to hear at the time. An unfortunate result of being sent to the school is that most newly graduated Gifted didn’t have any experience with the majority of racists throughout Trevalus. Their words goaded me into attacking, and I got severely trounced. Thankfully they left me unconscious and ended things there, satisfied with their work. Soon enough, I awoke on a bed, with Warrel of all people watching me. “You boy need to learn some sense” Once I had recovered somewhat he dragged me to a private combat area and proceeded to beat me down, always saying that the best way to teach some sense is to beat it into someone. Eventually I learned to dodge his attacks, and as the weeks passed I learned to counter and to anticipate, to an extent. Once he was satisfied I could take care of myself (This point came when I only needed half a day in bed after our sessions, rather than two days) he sent me off on my way back to the school district after making me promise to repay him for the food and lodging. You’re probably wondering why I didn’t just use my Gift during the fights. That’s because I had never really learned to use it in an offensive capacity, but i’ll get to that later. Eventually I came to the School district, much later than originally planned. There I managed to contact Sabrina, who after leaving the School herself had become quite established in the short time that had passed. It bears notice that it had been a third of a year since leaving. Sabrinas Gift was what allowed her to thrive. I believe I mentioned before but she is able to summon a unit of pixies. Those little buggers have the capability to sing a tune that affects peoples emotions. This was perfect for Sabrina, who was the most manipulative girl i had ever met. With Sabrinas help, I got myself established, she managed to get me a job at ‘Nallys, the local inn. Using the money I earned I managed to scrape out a living and eventually I paid Warrel back. I hadn’t heard anything from him since my debt was resolved. Time went by with few noteworthy events. However, I had kept up some martial training and in dong so, found several new uses for my Gift. *** “And that’s it. That’s the majority of what happened” And I wasn’t lying. Outside of some minor personal issues that had already been resolved, there was nothing else. The Heads eyes bored into me, trying to detect the half truths or lies in my face.Eventually he nodded, accepting my tale as the truth. “Very well. There doesn’t seem to be any need for immediate intervention, though you seem t have settled yourself into a rather humdrum routine” I had no clue what “Humdrum” meant, but I didn’t let that show. Never unknowingly show a lack of knowledge to a teacher, because they’ll be happy to fill you in on it, whether you want to know or not. “I suppose you had better get down to the Combat area for your turn as a teacher. You said you had develped your Gift? I hope to see that in action.” And with that, I was dismissed. *** As I walked south towards the sounds of various explosions, I adjusted my mindset, just as I did before my training. As I said before my Gift isn’t strictly offensive, but recently I found some uses for it in action, but it’s use hinges on my awareness of my surroundings and the space around me. When I arrived I had reached a state of calm, assessing the area. It was a large field with trampled grass surrounded by forest, as well as a few battered target dummies in a line in the far end. There were 5 benches placed around the edges of the field for anyone who simply wanted to spectate. As I was doing this, a large bear of a man, all hair and bulk, shouted a greeting. Up close, he really was massive. As tall as me, but with much more muscle on his frame. His face was covered with a great beard that most men could only aspire to, and great bushy eyebrows that almost hid the bright blue eyes beneath. “Well, if it isn’t Darren! How are you doing boy? I suppose you’re here for the mandatory teaching?” Coach Bigby beamed at me as he spoke. The coach was by far the students favourite teacher, not just because of his friendly demeanour and the class he taught, Practical. It was also the way he tried to bring out the potential of all the Gifted, regardless of their ability. Most people, myself included, dreaded the first practical lessons, assuming it would be a series of Duels pitting us against the more combat oriented Gifted. Thankfully, Bigby was smart enough to see that as a very bad idea and worked to help us find the best use of our Gift. “Yes sir.” I replied amiably. “I got dragged in and just got away from the Head” This brought a great belly laugh from the man. “Yes, that man can certainly be unnerving if you don’t know him well. Any way, we better get on to things. I’m going to tell you now, there are a few bad eggs in this bunch. They just got out of their theory classes and are cockier than the average group. The problem is that they are justified with their arrogance, a few of these kids have some pretty strong Gifts, and the potential to use them.” I scanned the group, there were about eight of them, a fairly large year group, each of them maybe 16 or 17 years old. Usually around that age people advance to actively honing their skills with their Gift. There were five girls, and three boys from what I could tell. From this distance, I couldn’t tell if one of them was a somewhat feminine guy. Each of them were wearing the standard practical gear of a white shirt and shorts with the exception of one girl who was wearing trousers and a rather thick vest. They were all standing in a semi circle, waiting for Bigby and I to address them. “So Darren. I assume you’ll want to take the speech option rather than a practical demonstration?” Bigby asked. I didn’t blame him. A year ago, a practical demonstration with my powers wouldn’t have been very impressive. That was a year ago. “Actually, I think i’ll take the practical option” Before he could respond, I marched up to the group of teenagers, putting on my most confident face, and thinking of my words five seconds before I said them. If Bigby thought they were arrogant, the only way they’d listen to what I had to say was if I proved myself better. Me Alpha Dog. Grrrrr. “Okay then Boys and Girls. My names Darren Aerilyn and I’m your teacher today.” I pounded my words out with a tempo and tone that hid the lack of surety I was feeling. “First things first, Who was making the explosions that I was hearing earlier?” All of them looked directly at the girl in the vest. “Okay then, why don’t you do it one more time, wherever you were doing it before.” The girl raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but nodded and marched over to stand 20 or so feet away from a target dummy. She closed her eyes and focused for a single second before opening them and snapping her arm towards her target. A flashy ball of white fire raced towards the dummy, exploding upon impact with a mighty explosion.I tried my best not to conceal my shock. To do something like that with such speed and precision, not that explosions require that, was impressive at her age. Unfortunately, most of her classmates didn’t bother hiding their admiration, awe plain on their faces, except for two of the boys, who were looking rather sulky. That would give somebody an ego boost if it happened as often as I supected. The girls display almost made me rethink my plan, but I went ahead anyway. At that point, I didn’t know what else to do. “Good Job, give yourself a cookie once you’re done patting yourself on the back.” I scorned her, a smirk plastered on her face. I wanted to call out the kisd on the fact that they were pretty much sucking the girls egodick, but i didn’t know how Bigby would take that. Moving on, I began to walk towards the poor dummy. Oddly enough, the flames had dissipated quickly. I turned around to face the group, all of them were watching me intently. Bigby was standing back behind the group, watching with curiosity. “Now then. Fire another blast at me. Throw your best” I commanded. a wave of surprise flowing across the faces of the teenagers. I guessed right. Explosive Gifts are Rare, and often very powerful. It wasn’t too much of stretch to guess that she was the strongest in the group. “Are you sure?” she asked, a slight smirk breaking the surprised look she had a second ago. She wasn’t taking me seriously at all. I didn’t respond at all. The girl shrugged and prepared another blast. This time, the white was tinged with a variety of colours, Blue was the most prominent, but there were shades of light green, red and yellow evident in the flame. It took her several seconds more to build this flame up and she appeared to be struggling. Maybe she did take my order seriously. Several more seconds passed before she flung the roaring flame directly for my head. See, My gift, is the gift to freeze the air. The few books that survived told us of how the air is made of different little pingng bits of air called “Molecules” flying through the spaces inbetween objects. My gift is the ability to take control of these molecules and arrange them in bulk. After experimentation, I found I can control the main portions of the air called oxygen and nitrogen. As the bundle of fun was flying towards me, I seized the air around me and marshalled it in front of me, making an invisible wall of thin air. The fire collided with the wall with a ground shaking impact and the flames ate the consruct quicker than a piece of firewood, until they dissipated into nothing. The looks of shock on the faces of almost everyone present made it very difficult for me to maintain my stony face, a smirk tugging on the edges of my mouth. From their point of view I should have been engulfed in multicoloured flame after being blasted several miles back. Instead the flame detonated and dispersed for no apparent reason. The only one who wasn’t surprised was my old teacher. “Anyone else want to take a crack at me?” I goaded. It was a simple ploy. I had established myself as stronger than the girl. If someone else beat me, they would look all the better. One of the boys, almost as bulky as Bigby, stepped up. A cocky grin on his face. So sure of himself. It made me wonder about my attitude at his age. “What, do you want us to beat you? Not much of a challenge” “All you have to do is hit me with your Gift.” Nothing about my tone, expression or body language changed as I said this. With my challenge put forth, the young man charged at me, his body taking on slight metallic sheen.He lumbered towards me, too slow for even someone of his considerable size. He sill closed the gap between us fairly quickly, winding his arm back to launch a punch towards my gut. It was ridiculously easy to see where his punch was coming from. How he expected to land a blow was beyond me. as his punch arced towards me, I bent my legs and hopped upwards twice, putting a platform of air beneath me each time. When the boy looked up to find me standing above him I took my opportunity, releasing my hold on the air and land on the young man, wrapping my legs around his thick neck and dragging him down to the ground where I held him in place with a hold Warren showed me. Soon enough the boy gave in, unable to use his strength to break free of my hold. He did put up one hell of a struggle though. He marched back to the group, shamed and hopefully with a deflated ego. “Do any of you know why these two could not touch me?” I asked the teenagers. A small, nervous looking girl raised her hand. When I nodded at he she spoke in a very small voice, almost a whisper. “Was it because of your Gift?” I was somewhat disappointed in this answer. It was true, but not what I was looking for. “Yes and no. These two failed to hit me because I could anticipate what they were going to do. Both are your attacks were signalled clear as day. Granted, I knew she-” “Clarice” The fire girl broke in “Don’t interrupt. I knew Clarice would attack, yes, I did order her to after all. But it was blatantly obvious as you were preparing your fire when you would launch, providing me the opportunity to counter. Speed is your friend as a combative Gift user. Even someone like me, who is not combat oriented, could overcome you. Furthermore, do not underestimate someone without combat Gifts. A little bit of creativity and good timing can be all they need to solve a problem.” As I spoke I could see the lesson taking hold in their faces. Good, i’d taught them, even if it was a remarkably short lesson. Time to leave. ASAP. I began walking towards the Combat areas exit. Bigby gave the kids some instructions then came after me. “Since when did you learn to make platforms and walls with your Gift like that?” So he had figured it out. Before graduation, the most imaginative use for air I could muster was as a form of bonds or to trip someone. “It just took a bit of creativity and learning the timing. The problem is that if i’m unaware of an object near to me, It could affect how fast I can move the nearby air and mess it all up.” I admitted to him. “Well, at least you found a good use for it I suppose” As optimistic as ever.We talked for a while about how the students were doing and how a few of my old classmates did on their days. I now understood why they had a hard time. That group could have made my time difficult if I hadn’t taken the initiative. Soon enough I was back at the gates to the School, and on my way to 'Nallys

Well Hi dere. I think Sheep covered all of the important deets. Make sure to ditch your sanity, and check out pokenations. Any nation would be happy to have you. Welcome~

Generally, as far as a system goes it's fairly simple but gives me a lot of freedom with what I can do. In order to use a gift, there has to be a set amount of requirements to bring it about. The most common is the will to use it, but the more powerful gifts may require something to be present. For example, after Sabrina summoned Wyn, Wyn became the conduit for summoning meaning Wyn must be present for Sabrina to use her gift Then there are also drawbacks. I'll use Sabrina as an example again. She can summon her Fae, but they must stay near enough for Wyn or Sabrina to keep track of it, meaning that Sabrina cannot use them as a messenger or scout without being nearby. Naturally the plus side to this downfall is that the Fae have the ability to essentially charm people through song. Naturally, here are gifts that can be expanded upon with enough creativity or understanding of it, but most people find the limits of their Gift before graduation. Most Each Gift has at least one achilles heel for every bonus and the strong Gifts require more to be used. Simple, but effective. Also, a lot is unknown about Gifts, such as why or how. As the story progresse, i'll go into more detail as to the mechanics of the Gifts

This is what happened after that passage above. This is how i feel most of the story will be told, via Darrens Point of View. Part 1: Introductions to the World Chapter 1 It was the third day of the second quarter of the year. I was busily stuffing my bags with my possessions, and a fair bit of food alongside it. I was in my small, cosy little room, too little in my opinion. I hated the fact that i could only barely fit my bed in on the far end of the room, or that I had to squeeze my desk right next to the rickety door. Why? This meant that whenever someone absent-mindedly opened the door, it would crash into the desk and send all my miscellaneous bits of leather or stone all about the desktop, and add another bit f damage to the already damaged door. The mirror that I had placed on the desk had fallen countless times because of this, and now showed only a distorted cracked view whenever I looked at it. Not that it was perfect to begin with. Whenever I’d look into it before it got brutalised, I still had to look past a good amount of dirt and grime to see my sharp, slightly hooked nose and almost pointed chin. I could never tell if my hair and eyes really were the same shade of mud brown as the gunk marring the mirror, but Sabrina assured me they were actually chocolate brown. To the present day, i still have not seen a “chocolate”. I should Introduce myself. My name is Darren Aerilyn. I’m in my twenty first year, and I live with on my own in the school quarter of Trevalus, the third largest settlement created by humans since the Reset. I’m apparently six feet and one inch in height, not that I can check for myself. As i said before, my hair is either chestnut or mud brown, and I normally keep it cut short to keep it out of my way. Finally, you should know that I’m one of the Gifted. I first used my powers when i was 6 and was chucked off to the School as soon as the Lawmen found out. I’ve been using my powers ever since. As i was focusing on my task of packing my already near- bursting bag, I failed to notice a presence creeping up behind me. Just as I picked up another loaf of bread to jam into my poor, bursting bag, a tiny, nimble pair of hands plucked it out of my own mitts. “thank you Wyn” Chimed a familiar voice. Sighing, I turned around to find Sabrina handing a small chunk of bread to the tiny humanoid figure on her shoulder. “I kind of needed that you know” I complained, knowing full well that i wouldn't get it back. “You should have taken more care of it then” She replied curtly, grinning as she turned her head to look at me. Sabrina was a small woman, with long pale blonde hair, pale green eyes and delicate features and a tiny little nose that could Enspell any man, Gifts or not. She was wearing a light green dress that accentuated her small proportions just enough to catch the eye of an idle watcher. Wyn, her teeny little pet, was lounging on Sarina’s shoulder. She only ever dressed like this when she was planning something. “So, what’s with the outfit? Are you off to find another poor sod to fleece?” “Not at all! How could you think of me so?” she responded, pouting in a way that would crack the stoniest of hearts. Luckily, when it comes to Sabrina my heart is made of Iron. “Because the last time you were looking like this, I had to explain to an angry group of church goers why their priest had renounced his faith in their God to run away and get married.” I recount, giving her my most sceptical look. “Irrelevant. You should trust me more! Ah, but talking about this isn't what i’m here for. I wanted to see you off before you head to the School.” She was referring to the mandatory visit to the school. At graduation, every student is told to report back to the school on a certain day to serve as a teacher for the day and to make sure we are doing okay for ourselves after graduation. Today was my turn. “I’m sure that I’ll make it to the School fine enough. You don’t need to accompany me you know” I said this, but it felt nice that she was somewhat concerned. There had been a few people from our old class that had not had a good time on their days, and I was nervous, not sure what made their time such a pain “That said, I need to head out.” I rose and moved towards the door before Sabrina could respond, moving at a pace that Sabrina nearly had to jog to keep up with. “Would you slow down?” Sabrina whined “You know I have to work to keep pace with you like this” “That’s the point” I said as I glanced back. Sabrina had stopped walking, and had crossed her arms, Wyn was imitating her stance. “Fine, follow me if you want” I slowed my pace so Sabrina could follow easier. Soon, we settled into our morning banter, jabbing back and forth whilst we strolled through the bustling streets. It was morning, and people had fallen right into their daily lives. Most people don’t have a gift and often have to work the market to get enough of a living to survive, so as we moved along, people called out to us to try and get a sale. From what i’d heard, the merchants quarter was much worse. There was supposedly a vast bazaar where you could purchase any number of things until we reached our destination. Standing at the grand black gates brought back some faded memories of my first sight of them. At the age of 6, these things terrified me, and certainly didn't make me more eager to enrol. “Right, I’ll see you later then. Try not to get into too much trouble, Ok?” I asked, hoping she would actually try this time. “I’ll try.” She promised “Good luck in there. Find me at 'Nallys later,” She walked off, waving as she went. *** The entirety of the school is a large complex split into five sections. The library to the north, the combat area to the south (This was done in hopes of not burning the precious books to ash), then there’s the storerooms to the west, the residences to the east and the main offices and classes in the centre of it all. The gates led in from the north-west whilst the rest of the grounds are surrounded by a vast forest that was grown with the help of some Gifted. The forest served as a foraging area and a place for the various creatures made or called by the few Gifted capable of such things. Sabrina was one such Gifted, able to summon a small unit of five “Fae” as she liked to call them. From what Sabrina told me, Wyn was the first she called, and hasn’t left her side since. I had been told to report to the Heads office upon arrival, so i trudged towards the main building. There was a strong scent of smoke in the air, and there were loud explosions coming from the combat area. Seemed like there was at least one dangerous person there. I hoped i was not going to be the centre of one of those explosions any time soon. As I entered the office building, a building that reminded me more of a shelter than an office building. Looking around, it was just as plain and organised as I remembered. There were several wooden chairs with ratty pillows in a line for those waiting. The walls were a horrid colour of white that always makes me think of a sickly persons skin, and in the far end of the room next to the door leading further into the building, there was a desk with a woman writing furiously with a quill and ink. I guess she didn't merit a fancy pen. I approached the desk, and as i reached it the woman looked up from her papers. She was an old crone, with all the wrinkles and scowling capability that comes with the title. I’d occasionally seen her during my time in the School, but thankfully she had little to do with the Students. Before i had a chance to speak, she started babbling “Well, well here you are Mr Aerilyn, you seem to be rather late” I was not thank you very much. Not that i said that. “However, the Head seemed intent on waiting. You may go through the door and meet the head” She said this last line like she was granting me permission to be free and happy. I suppose she’d need some grandeur in this job to avoid losing sanity. Whether it worked is another matter entirely. I nodded and proceeded through, navigating the corridors until i came to an ostentatious set of polished oak doors with fancy engravings on it. Naturally this is where the Heads office was. I went to knock, but before my knuckles could rap on the wood, the door drifted open. I looked inside and the Head looked just as shocked as I was. The Head was a Small, somewhat pudgy man who overall didn't have much of a presence. This made him seem much less powerful than he really was. This man struck nervous anxiety into the hearts of even the strongest of the Gifted, simply because he was the one man willing to snap at a group of stupidly powerful teenagers with no abilities of his own. This man commanded the respect of every Gifted to go through the School of Trevalus And he still had a look of shock and mild awe on his face as the door opened, seemingly of it’s own accord. “Well then Master Aerilyn, either your power has a mind of it’s own and a taste for pomp, or Lady fate has struck once more.” His words made me nervous. Throughout our Schooling, there was one tenant that had struck home for everyone but the truly arrogant. To lose control is to lose your life. I still gave a nervous chuckle “I suppose so.” I had decided beforehand to get this business over with quickly, so I cut to the chase. “Sir, i’m sorry, but can we get to the teaching?” This elicited a chuckle from his ever-so-slightly wobbling jowls. “I’m afraid that will have to wait. You and I have to have a chat.” End

I prefer the idea of replacing the heal ball with this. It makes sense after all.

You are not Alone at ALL. Everyone loves Terra an hr b00ty to bits

You are a zombie nao. Also hi

I have not read any of the above, even the original post, because all that needs to be said is that Cain is lovable as any character i've seen in all forms of media, and he's gonna love you right back. In a variety of ways and positions

For a while I've been sitting on my hands saying to myself "i'm going to write a novel with all these ideas in my head" but i had never gotten around to it. So i'm going to kill two birds with one stone. I'm gonna start writing and posting here when possible to drive me to write, and i'm also going to ask your thoughts and criticisms on it. This is first post is a brief history of the world of Brailen and will likely be the prologue if i consider it up to snuff. This will probably heavily edited, so don't count anything but the abilities as permanent. I want the abilities to make a wide range of characters formidable in their own right and to add some pomp and drama and whatnot. A brief history on the world of Brailen. --- Any thing in between the three dashes is unknown to the people of Brailen and is just there to explain something that won't be known by the characters until an opportune time or when it's necessary --- Brailen was just a rock born of the universe like any other, no special relevance to it. it was just a rock, drifting through space until it settled in the orbit of a star, the third planet in a solar system, the two other planets balancing the gravitational pull and creating a solar system. A simple galaxy born of simple circumstance. No reason or desire or sentience behind it. Due to Brailens position in the orbit, it became an ideal place for development and after a long period of change, it became habitable. The various bits of debris scattered amongst the universe gathered, and basic lifeforms came to be on Brailen. --- At some point, the planet had reached a point where it was brimming with life and creatures, with the smartest and most imaginative coming to rule thanks to the resourceful nature of their races. this was the race of humans of course. Can’t have a story without them. --- There was another race that rivaled the humans, Being superior with their skills of inexplicable abilities though their names and lives were long lost. There are remnants of them, but nothing more than primitive temples. They weren’t exactly an omniscient race like most of fiction likes to pretend with their own Ancients. --- As humanity grew, so did their culture and habitats. They spawned awesome cities and devices, even creating worlds and universes through the use of their language. Some created the idea of an omnipotent being and began worship. This idea spread until there were countless branches of worshippers, each with a different deity, though none proving stronger or more accurate than any other religion. Soon enough the Humans had created too much to keep track of. This point marked the beginning of records and the storing of information, the very first year in the calendar. Naturally alongside all of this creation and ingenuity there was conflict, destruction. Empires rose and fell, marking the history of Brailen like the commas and full stops in this very text. Eventually, humans turned the creativity that made them so amazing to conflict, and wrought terrible machines and weapons that they eventually tore each other apart with. All the while, Brailen bore the burden of the warring humans, taking the toll alongside the remaining wildlife. These battles resulted in the near total reset of the human race, Brailen erupted in calamities that razed the landscape in response to the pollution of the weapons, destroying so much of what the humans had made. All the few remaining pockets of civilisation had was their language, the little amounts of knowledge from the memory of the few specialists that survived and the tales of their history, which were handed down in the few remaining pieces of literature and by word of mouth. Naturally, some of this knowledge was lost to gaps in between generations. The humans sheltered in the temples that had been on Brailen for as long as anyone could remember, and learned to survive and live once more, but eventually they developed more than their long unused instincts. At some point, a few people developed abilities as strange and unique as the person wielding them. No one knew who was the first, but soon there was at least one of these people in every pocket of civilisation, if not more depending on how each group reacted. There was, of course, resentment from some and they rejected these people despite the fact that some of these abilities were as docile and helpful as simply urging a seed to grow. --- These people came about because of their desire to survive and exposure to the old temples. Remember those things? With the second race? --- The humans had scrabbled and clawed their way to creating civilisation, and in doing so rediscovered many things, and discovered a few more things that were overlooked during the first cycle of development thanks to the new abilities that were now nearly a regular part of life. Now, naturally religion had persevered throughout all of this time,and some acclaimed the people as gifts from their lords. Despite the malice from those that resented the gifted, and the mass amounts of sceptics who denied this, the name stuck and the people were dubbed the Gifted. The creativity of humanity didn't exactly shine that day. Soon enough, alongside the government, various establishments were created to support the Gifted, to school them and find the more problematic Gifted a place in society Eventually, the humans rebuilt, and flourished once more to a state of civilisation, though it was a far cry from their peak. And this is where the story begins, the year 5079, 2697 years after the “Reset” as people had refereed to it, lacking the desire to call it anything else. But enough with these tales. They have made their place in history. It’s time for my tale to do the same.

Just me. Mikzal doe

Just me. Mikzal doe

Imma just wish a happy Birthday and bounce, cuz i don't wanna get caught in the nation free for all

"On second thought, don't lower your weapon." he turned his attention to the young men down below. "And you three, Get up here, NOW!" Hearing this, Darius decided that sticking with a man bearing a magistrates uniform, and one funky hairstyle, was a good idea. Darius looked at the two men before calmly saying "I don't know about the two of you, but i'm heading up there" Without looking back, Darius marched towards the rickety staircase. After a cursory glance and a few careful steps, he judged it somewhat safe. Somewhat. and climbed to the roof, taking in the sight that met him with not a little bit of queasiness

I don't mean to insult the creators, but it's still too early to say anything imo. At this stage there hasn't been enough development or, in a way, commitment. I've known plenty of people who thought "Yeah, I'll make a pokemon game" And after 3 months they dropped it flat. Not sayin' that'll happen, but hey, shit happens.

Dunno what you said, but if it was something pesonal, you owe an apology more to the person you offended. If you were just being an explosive dick, then IDGAF, everyone explodes and there ain't no reason to le it have such a daunting impact

Whack em and give em a few choice words What would you do if some one did that ^ to you?

Darius sighed. It looked like sheathing his sword was necessary. it certainly didn't help matters, though he hated to give up the sense of safety and assurance it gave him. As he did this Darius spoke slowly and clearly to not agitate the Turk,if he was willing to draw swords that quickly, Darius didn't want to risk a fight. Not now at least "My names Darius, and it seems like we all have an interest in that light" Darius raised his voice to the Rooftops "I assume that means you two as well, correct?"

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As Darius came to an intersection, two figures emerged from other directions. One looked to be a man with features that reminded Darius of the Diran desert natives, though he couldn't be sure. The other man bore the same features that were so common in Darius' own home. The two looked as though they had been rushing to somewhere, or from. Wary of the two, he clutched his bastard sword, doing his best to keep a blank face, and drew it to defensive position. though somewhat lowered in attempt to look less threatening than the average armor clad man. A difficult task. After a brief pause the man from Renalim spoke: "I came here to investigate the strange second light coming from this area, are you two here to do the same?" "Aye, what with the supernatural happenings this night, i didn't think that light would bode well." ((Dammit, ninja'd))