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.
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Wakeer had nothing to do today. As he walked about he thought about what he had done earlier. When he first woke up he picked up his struggle bat and just started swinging it around his room. Probably dreaming about a Struggle match and wanting to keep the dream going. He never could remember what he dreamed. Always his dreams had implanted thoughts in his head the moment he woke but never had he remembered the source by the time he was done executing the idea. He couldn't help but wonder as he walked the true nature of dreams, why they so influenced our minds but in the end were such a minor thing we can't remember them no matter how we tried.
After getting tired of thinking about dreams he started to recall what he had spent hours doing the night before. Practicing the minor control of his magic. Strategy requires control, and he needed to learn it. He could remember trying to light the one blue candle without lighting all the green candles around it with his magic. He had become frustrated after a long while, which showed as he woke the next morning with all the candles sprawled to the floor as if a rage had knocked them over. Which in truth is what happened.
He was still sore about boredom by the time he finished his morning bat swinging, so he had decided to go on this walk of his. Everyone else seemed to busy to hang out, spar, or play a game with him. When he was all alone that's usually what he did, he'd walk and over think things, hoping for some insight.
As he made it to his bench he was tired of walking and just wanted to sit down. So he sat and just looked at the sky. A beautiful arrangement of orange, yellow and red. It was nearing night yet again. It was always nearing night but it never reached there. He wondered what it would be like to be in constant darkness of the night as he sat alone, just hoping something might happen to fulfill his day.
(I didn't know what to type. So I put him as all alone sitting there. Anyone can enter and make his acquaintanceship)
Mar 27, 2011 12:48:04 GMT -4
Last Edit: Mar 28, 2011 12:05:14 GMT -4 by sora2194
