01-07-2024, 05:00 AM
Of Pleonexia
A quaint startup village surrounded by a tree grove and a bountiful meadow. Sanskriti and various flowers bloom by the thousands while birds, butterflies, and fireflies frolick freely. A warm and lovely paradise at a northern edge of Meranthe.
It's polity and beliefs are unknown aside from taking a neutral position amidst the other nature and occult magic seems to be freely used here.
-2087 AC
It was in this city that I lost my brother, Acero de Flores. I have no heart to witness it's future.
It is not their fault, of that I know.
He was no casualty of the city, nor it's inhabitants, this my knowledge knows...
But by the simple foolish decision of a War.
In these days of wars, it is illogical to despise them, a fallacy to hate them, injustice to wish them death.
Yet I do.
Worry not, for these emotions shall simply be buried in my heart. Alongside memories.
-2090 AC
A quaint startup village surrounded by a tree grove and a bountiful meadow. Sanskriti and various flowers bloom by the thousands while birds, butterflies, and fireflies frolick freely. A warm and lovely paradise at a northern edge of Meranthe.
It's polity and beliefs are unknown aside from taking a neutral position amidst the other nature and occult magic seems to be freely used here.
-2087 AC
It was in this city that I lost my brother, Acero de Flores. I have no heart to witness it's future.
It is not their fault, of that I know.
He was no casualty of the city, nor it's inhabitants, this my knowledge knows...
But by the simple foolish decision of a War.
In these days of wars, it is illogical to despise them, a fallacy to hate them, injustice to wish them death.
Yet I do.
Worry not, for these emotions shall simply be buried in my heart. Alongside memories.
-2090 AC