Daric J Fender
The Clown Prince of Crime
Black skies, torturing winds, constant biting cold, acidic rain, and ruins. This is our home. The Races have forgotten how it was before the Final Wars, but it is not our fault as many thought it would be. The Gods have been destroyed, never to return or provide their protection and guidance. They cannot save us...
But it has been fortold that they will be reborn or replaced by beings of power. Born from the races in mortal bodies. That they will throw down the tyrannical powers that seek to keep us enslaved. It is said that they will aid us in regaining our power, but do these words hold truth?
Many races have been killed to extinction, yet more have evolved to replace the old. We have gained in strength and numbers once again. If The Gods return, we will fight back, all the way down to the last living soul regardless of age or gender. The Black Lords may have won the Final Wars, but we will win our Retribution, or die honorably.
But it has been fortold that they will be reborn or replaced by beings of power. Born from the races in mortal bodies. That they will throw down the tyrannical powers that seek to keep us enslaved. It is said that they will aid us in regaining our power, but do these words hold truth?
Many races have been killed to extinction, yet more have evolved to replace the old. We have gained in strength and numbers once again. If The Gods return, we will fight back, all the way down to the last living soul regardless of age or gender. The Black Lords may have won the Final Wars, but we will win our Retribution, or die honorably.
