This world was never meant to last. For far too long the inhabitants of Chelytos have carried on in their eternal reverie; oblivious to the state of the rest of the world. Although this plane has begun to fray, they still only see the lush, verdant oases before them. If they would have only looked beyond those shady orchards and refreshing pools, maybe they could have foreseen the coming discord.
The denizens of Chelytos have long thought of themselves as the epitome of science and reason. To them, magic was nothing more than a bedtime fantasy. With all of their might, they denied the myths of old. Ah, how nescient they were.
There was a point in time, long ago, when humans possessed an talent far beyond any they hold now; an instinctive ability to direct the energy which flowed throughout the planes. Those who became proficient in these arts controlled the eight fundamental forces of nature. In ancient times, two primary applications of this ability slowly emerged. The power to control the energy which flowed outside of the body was known as sanfã. There was also the power to control the energy that flowed dormant within the body, which was referred to as tourǎ.
With the metropolis' very plane of existence at stake; it's time to wake up. Armed with long-forgotten arts, those who take up this invitation will find themselves immersed in a wonderland unlike any they have seen before. Yet, is the plane they fight for really worth saving?
Edited by Artemis, 27 June 2011 - 04:18 AM.