Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-38248322-20190520051454

''Souls. What defines us as mortals. What gives us our level of self. Yet, gor all this world had accomplished...it was the desire to learn more about harnessing it...that brought us to our ruin. The city of Thedalhiem, once proud and noble, now lay in squalor and moss. The once paved roads overgrown, the fertile lands barren with bodies and war, and the streets once brimming with activity now is home to roaming husks that were once human.

''And it all began...with the desire to protect. King Acrimon, the fair ruler of our people, began to delve deeper into the arcane world of souls for the sole strive to save his people from decimation from much larger kingdoms that surpassed in strength and size.

''For a time, it seemed the acts of using souls already parted from the living world were showing fruit. However, as the years went by, incidents began to occur. It was at first sightings of people with black skin, red eyes, people with mouths agape and eyes grown wholly white, the bones shown in ever evidence as they walked with no direction, as if they drained dry.

''By the time our ruler realized this, it was already too late. A colorless fog began to spread throughout the town, and before long, the city of Thedalhiem became silent. The king managed to contain the event...but it would be only a manner of time before the event is going to spread.

''As I managed to escape the horror, I pleaded for aid from the other kingdoms, begging on my knees for help. They sent many into that fog, into the once proud country I called home. But I knew...I knew it was the power of the souls that drove them in hordes. And it was that power that made them stay.

''I know also that without taking souls into oneself in there is suicide, and once souls are absorbed into users, the only way to release them...is through death. To purge the land, one must use the souls to empower him, to strengthen him or herself. But gaining too much without the self control to master it, will turn the person, hero or not, into a demon.

''They come in various shapes and forms, but all carry the stench of malice and hunger, the yearning to become ever stronger. I can only pray for those who dare enter to attempt and save what once was, but I also fear that those sent in...become too powerful to control their need for souls...''

Signed, Boltus Arigius, former advisor to the King of Thedalhiem

It was another rainy day as the smell of wet grass was evident throughout the air, the clouds darkened with ominence of sadness and grief, a dark fog stretching as far as the eye could see, splitting the clean road in half as it bore an unspoken sign not to enter, for the feint of heart.

(Don't worry, won't make it too gory. Just tryong this out and seeing if this works out.)

(Demon Souls Lore)

(Dark Souks Lore)

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Sinclair 