Elves

[close] ❝This land is like a house of cards, a fragile peace atop precariously-balanced pillars. And like a house of cards, it could fall apart any moment.❞ Forests and desert, sand and rock, peaks and valleys: Rímben was long ago divided into four kingdoms to be ruled in peace, separate but united at the same time. No one knows their true origin, but myths abound. And every single one of them says that the kingdoms will prosper only when they stand together. But war is brewing. The Kingdom of Hearts has suffered long and deep at the injustice of its land. Barren, sandy, and filled with few resources and little power. Over the decades, its rulers have amassed a strong military force, the largest the continent has ever seen – had the other kingdoms bothered to look. Unbeknownst to the other three kingdoms, the Hearts have decided it is time to take matters into their own hands and claim land that will allow the people of the Kingdom of Hearts to prosper. The Hearts are attacking the other three kingdoms, aided by surprise, their immense military strength, comprising of land troops and cavalry, and their oracles’ and djinns’ powers. The other four kingdoms have marshalled hasty forces, made devious alliances, ready now that someone has made the first step to betray, lie, and scheme to get what they have always secretly wished. Behind the war, however, is another force: the Jokers. A sect from another continent, they have spread radical ideas throughout the four kingdoms and urged war, spurred by a prophecy no one understands. The stakes are high, and when you play the game of kingdoms, you win or you die.

[close] The extraordinary people were always there. They simply merged in the crowd, trying to pretend to be human when we were meant to be something so much better. Which is why Elysium was created. Boarded off and invisible to the mortal eyes, Elysium is one of the shelters for supernatural creatures such as faeries, vampires, witches, shape shifters and so much more. We are something extraordinary; its time we accept it. "Where does it come from? This quest, this need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. That's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here.

[close] Now you only bring me black roses, But I'm not under your spell Upon the Night of Miracles, when the Oath of Faith is broken, the Wand of Grace shall be lost with the Queen of the Moon's seduction of the Duke of Light. The Day of justice looms and the Saviours court blooms but beware the Griffin as he marks the herald of lies. The darkest night breeds the lightest magic The world of the Fae is dangerous and dark, some survive, some thrive and other's vanish. Welcome to the 11 courts- Night, Day, Summer, Winter, Dawn, Dusk, Light, Dark, Spring, Autumn and Sun, each with their own ruler and with their own secrets. 3000 years ago a prophecy was made and never fulfilled. One that looms over the head of the fae involving their most prized possession- The Wand of Grace. But nothing ever came of it, the Moon Court was consumed by darkness and was eventually absorbed into the Night Court. No new Moon Queen ever emerged.