Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190401165541/@comment-26517142-20190413033707

"It is as you say." said Jalken as she raised a hand, tied in white wrapping and bound by an assortment of nooses. "FEAR... FEAR itself was said to be the creator of this realm. In the beginning... I, the Hanged Quin.. and the Velvet Queen are her first children. I represent discord. The latter.. chaos. I was fated to rule the land named  Agraba.. and my sister, Akkanda. However.... we have quarreled on the true inheritance of this realm.. and so our father had gone silent."

On the other hand.... Agraba was overtaken. It was taken down. And I was imprisoned... by the guardians who had now made this sacred ground as a foretress of experimentation. Years to today... it remains that way. AND now... you see... a war is about to unfold. Past these walls... a charge is mounting... by those who believe that the Naether deserves to have a monarchy of its own."