Kenny_C.002
03-23-2007, 03:17 PM
Locuta. They say that the name for this world was because it was the single location in this plane of existence that supported life. But that would be something that I wouldn't even know myself. I've always wondered why this is the place I landed in, but certainly this is the product of what I was fated to become. As they say, history repeats in cycles.
Dakoius and Harminia are always at odds with each other, it would seem. Strangely enough, it was because of this tension between the two countries that the world here is fit for a person like me. I have already died once myself. And my heart died more than once. This world is a perfect place for me, or to the very least, this decaying city. The city of the living dead.
We are the living dead. Most of us are composed of bandits, thieves, murderers, and evangelicals. Organized crime is a common attribute to this world. Heck, I have yet to see anyone who didn't belong to a single group. Even I myself had to align with a small company of 5 who dealt mainly in smuggling neurodrugs across the border or dealing them around here. In either case this is the hell that the living dead wished for.
My name is Arthas Yurza, resident of Dakoius, former acolyte of the darkness.
But this story is not about me. No, my story ended while I was still in another world. No, this story is about the life of two men in their struggle against each other. This is about the battle between Hollance and Fulgh, probably the most epic story on this side of the border.
Dakoius and Harminia are always at odds with each other, it would seem. Strangely enough, it was because of this tension between the two countries that the world here is fit for a person like me. I have already died once myself. And my heart died more than once. This world is a perfect place for me, or to the very least, this decaying city. The city of the living dead.
We are the living dead. Most of us are composed of bandits, thieves, murderers, and evangelicals. Organized crime is a common attribute to this world. Heck, I have yet to see anyone who didn't belong to a single group. Even I myself had to align with a small company of 5 who dealt mainly in smuggling neurodrugs across the border or dealing them around here. In either case this is the hell that the living dead wished for.
My name is Arthas Yurza, resident of Dakoius, former acolyte of the darkness.
But this story is not about me. No, my story ended while I was still in another world. No, this story is about the life of two men in their struggle against each other. This is about the battle between Hollance and Fulgh, probably the most epic story on this side of the border.