The great battle of Sidfolnex the last stand of the elven race during the great elven war. It was the most gruesome of battles as the elves fought their best to try and stop the us from enslaving all of their kind. But no matter how hard they fought the we were many more in both numbers and power.
In a last attempt to win the war the Supreme Magus Quyntritcox created a new realm called the Muytrs a world where the overflow of one's emotions creates a monstrous creature. All the emotions of the last stand created three of those creatures those creatures being Decyrsdor the wrathful, Sexdaldrol the hopeful, and Desailkrox of the false one
The three beings of pure emotion created the beginning of Muytrs legacy by shaping the domains of Muytrs that leaked into Voxdqun creating structures called Dungeons
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The history of Muytrs chapter: 1
By grandmaster Dalson head researcher of the royal magic academy
On the day 13th of May of the 11th century AEW the cult of Yinfal gathered together for a grand sacrifice to try and summon a demon prince
"We are here today to summon one of are lords children to this realm for they to trample and consume all of the non-believers of the city above us!" the grand preast of the cult of Yinfal preached his grand purpose to his fellow believers "bring in the sacrifices!"
From a side room a long chain of chained peasants and slaves are brought into the ritual hall. Then the chained people were brought to the center of the summoning circle an one by one were beheaded soaking the summoning circle with their blood
"Let us begin the summoning!!" The fifty or so cultists began their chanting and started to push their mana into the ritual causing the room to light up the room in a red glow. Nearing the peak of the ritual the cultists were unable to hear as one of the doors in the ritual hall was destroyed in a shower of splinters as the city's knights rushed into the ritual hall
"OHH MAY MY LORD HAS HIS MERCY ON HIS LOWLY SERVANT AS WE ASK OF HIM TO AGHHH!!!" The grand preast was stopped seconds before he could finish the ritual as a sword was stabbed through his chest "you fool what have you done!!"
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As there was no one to control the summoning ritual the mana in the ritual began to go crazy as it lashed out making arcs of arcane energy blasted from the rituals center. Above the center of the ritual came a rip in the realm itself the size of a small house but a second later it closed and all the mana in the ritual vanished
On that day everybody believed that when the rip in the realm opened that nothing came through but in reality something did come through something not from the nether realm or the heavens but from Muytrs. A shapeless being hundreds of years old made of pure emotion and energy similar to a soul slipped its way through the crack in Voxdqun that was barely big enough for it to fit
That being floated through the walls and out into the open sky then it slowly drifted aimlessly like it was a cloud. It kept on dirfting until a day later then it changed and started to go directly south over rivers and through forests
Until one day it found itself beginning fall towards something and once it made contact with that something everything became dark before something infront of its vision?
Major Blessing Mark
Mark Name:Wild Beastkin of the False One
Blessing of Power Rank:(1/10)
Body: 10/Body: 10
Mind: 10/Mind: 10
Spirit: 10/Spirit: 10
Blessing of Traits Rank:(1/10)
[Closed] (0/10)
[Closed] (0/10)
[Closed] (0/10)
[Closed] (0/10)
Blessing of Magic Rank:(1/10)
[Mana] (0/10)
[Flesh] (0/10)
Blessing of Gifts Rank:(1/10)
[Wild] (0/10)
[Closed] (0/10)
[Adapter] (0/10)
[Closed] (0/10)