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:: world gone mad :: ______________________________________________________ " And then, then we became lone warriors, searching for our swords... " Arbhatis the Chronomancer     "I... I just don`t know where to start..." :: visibly nervous :: "Start from the beginning of it, my dear." "Well then... We, my people, are intelligent humanoid creatures... er... You know, there are civilizations and various cultures, but basically we are just humanoid, some more advanced than others but..." "The Ancient knows who you are, child. You may be more direct with him." :: the glowing Jyaayj interrupts with a scary look :: "Of course, of course... You just want to know what brings me here, I understand. Lets be more direct so: I`m here because my world, called Near World, is suffering from the sores of war. Not an ordinary war, but one that deals with demons... They want to destroy everything, they are nihilist beings leaded by an abomination known as the Balrog... Like the legends told us, this huge demon awake from his long sleep and then start to march down on our entire civilization. Cities felt apart, hundreds died, the world has gone mad, there is no hope anymore... Just the ashes after the fire and..." :: tears fall apart as well :: "I hear you mortal... You said something about legends. What this legends said exactly?" :: the short bald man looks still as calm as ever :: "The legends said many things, there were many many stories. But it was the meaning behind the words that were important for us to understand... After many years of study, I concluded that all the legends about the first awake of the Balrog, the first Red War, were in reality a kind of manual for survival. I kind of aid for the next generations... In the first Red War, the demon-king was defeated by a warrior called Galtar Karan, wielding an artifact known as the Sword of Eternal Fire, the Karanblade..." "Do you believe that a mere sword would be sufficient to destroy an army of demons, child?" :: thinks for a while, and finally dare to face the glowing figure :: "I believed on it, like many others... But now... Now I`m not so sure. We searched for this sword for years, but we found nothing but illusions... I don`t think it exists... as a sword." "You seen to be of some intelligence, child. But now that you have not your sword, what should you do?" "The legends glorified this sword, but they also said that only with the union of the races that weapon should be found, and used... Indeed they said many things about union, compassion, respect for all living beings... But we were not looking for this kind of narrative after all, and then, then we became lone warriors, searching for our swords..." "And what do you believe now, child?" "I still don`t know what to believe. I were looking for the Nexus, to find answers, to know what to believe... Now I found the Nexus, and perhaps the answers are right here." :: looks for the being known as the Ancient :: :: then the short bald man, who appeared to be on meditation, talks :: "Yes, you have come to the right place mortal. Here everything is, including your sweet world... Now, I can see all its story, from the first drop of magic that created it to the last piece of light before its conclusion... I shall reveal to you some secrets, untold details about the complexity of your world. And I will, if the Lady desires so..." :: before Arbhatis could even ask "Lady?", the whole scenery disappear in a blink of an eye. a blinding light glowed on the deepest horizon, and from it appeared a huge metal mask with many blades tied to it. the chronomancer saw at the same time one of the most beautiful and tenebrous female faces of his life... speechless, he closed his eyes... and when he opened them again, the scenery turned back to normal. the short bald man was standing in front of him again, and calm :: "No, don`t say anything my dear... Its time to listen..." >> next