In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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Well this day seemed to be going really well for a certain wolf boy. Not. The day had really been almost a stressful hell for this boy. Which was actually starting to scare him a little. This morning he had woken feeling awful, almost sick even. But he just simply shrugged it off. It was no importance to him anyway. Boy was he so wrong about that. His day just kept getting worse and worse.
"Man, who would have predicted I'd be in this mess?" the boy said as he walked slowly through the Second District of town in his usual half naked attire. He had gotten used to all the stares as people saw him wearing only a pair of black shorts. He had never really cared though, he just hated people staring at him like a freak. So he decided to get used to it.
As he walked he felt himself stub his toe on a rock. "Aw dammit! Geez, what the hell? Why has today been so...down?" he said to himself as he sat on a bench. Throughout the day his mood had been down in the dumps. Plus today's events didn't help either. First he got knocked down by a crate that seemed to fall right out of the sky, next he fell down the stairs in the First District, then he stepped in some dog droppings, which was humiliating in it's own way. All in all, it made Sol's mood what it is at the moment, depressed.
