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Deep within the Black Keep in the Dark lands of Etrar, Lahabre-ha sat upon his throne mulling over his kingdom of suffering, for many it was a hell on earth but for him it was paradise. Where a throne would sit was just a massive web with countless husks of his previous meals.  A tapping came from the massive doors to his darkened room, with a tug of a thread the doors blew open revealing another Drider. “Forgive my intrusion Lord Lahabre-ha, but our spy in the Allied Council has been slain and our hold over the Twilight Isles has been overthrown.” the messenger spoke, a tinge of fear in his voice, knowing that his master could u

Name: Sethaniel Jericho Vicard Chambers Gender: Male Age:  23 Species: Seiran (a humanoid race of animal like beings) [Sethaniel is of the feline persuasion, with physical attributes befitting that of a Siberian tiger] Hairstyle: Auburn red and it looks like her suffers from eternal bedhead, fur color , white with black tiger stripes. Eyes: heterochromic (Left eye Ice Blue, right eye Emerald Green) Weight/Body Structure: thin yet healthy, weighs in at 215 lbs due to artificial limbs. Height: 6' 2” (Average Seiran height) Unusual Features: Legs are digitigrade (stands on his toes) and are mechanical prosthesis Gait/posture: Look

It had been five years since the attack at the Festival of the Nine Kings and during this time Bryce had married his beloved Jessel, and took the throne as king with Jessel as queen, his rule had begun and he had brought prosperity to both his country and his allies. But with each day that the rest of the world benefits from peace, Etrar and the dark forces that stew within it enslave more people. The leading powers across Seira have met to discuss the current issues that plague their lands. To most it was a means of keeping peace, to Bryce, it was a meeting of greedy birds squawking at everything they disagreed on. “The Northern Empir

The evening of the festival was young as the Love struck prince did his best to woo the young lady who accompanied him to the festival, an awkward silence held over him as if he wanted to say something but now that he had the chance he could not. The woman was similar to that of a wolf, her features sharp and fierce, yet she exuded a type of patience of that equal to someone well beyond her years. Her hair was jet black and her eyes a piercing blue, she wore an elegant robe made of a white silk ending just above her feet, her hair tied in a ponytail as she walked ahead, the festival underway, the streets were alive with people young and old t

Prolouge These are the records of the events of the Drider Wars, a long running battle between the forces of a mad demon and a benevolent goddess. However to fully understand the war you understand how the world came to be. Before the first star was born, the Goddess of all things walked amongst the empty void; her visage was the only thing known to the entire void,  each step of her being glistened with a white light, as the tomes tell us. She looked about the expanse of black and with a singular movement she birthed the first star. The heat from the stars forged the new worlds and the life on them, but a singular world radiated with the ra