![]() As they woke, they recited long-held praises for those they had to thank for their freedom. As they ended their day, they whispered their regards to the winged guardians whose plight was to stand in the stead of mortal man. ![]() There were some among man who would not let die what they knew in their hearts to be true. As the last stronghold of man celebrated what little light still existed in the world, few held to the promise of such a fantasy. Soon, myth became prayer and an unswerving faith in an unseen realm was born.įor thousands of years, that fable fueled the vitality of the human heart, but as the free lands waned and Eidolon's rule overshadowed the few who subsisted on their own, faith faltered. But as the first age of war came to an end, its people began to weaken in their resolve, and a fable began to take shape first in whispers heard at battle's end, then in legends passed down from one generation to the next. In the beginning, Middengard was successful in defending its people. Gifted by the Dark Goddess Ciara with the ability to steal the souls of other men, their purpose is to enslave all who live and breathe in her name. Once human, the Laionai speak as one consciousness - a collective in which nothing of mortality remains. ![]() It was not always this way.įor years, the realm of man, called Middengard, has waged war against the forces of the Laionai. What was once overflowing with life has diminished to a threadbare existence. ![]() Each passing moment is steeped in vile, wicked, and corrupt things that once whispered of power, only to betray. ![]()
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