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For those of you who never played the original, "Silver Leaves" will be about your actions. It's based upon a mercenary guild and how their missions and actions end up afflicting a large conflict that by far out scales their every aspect. There will be character death and poor combat choices or choices in general will have lasting and sometimes permanent effects. The cast are members of a prestigious mercenary guild, one with members from across the world, all with their own talents.

Premise~~

[I]The tides of war is upon you, young knights and sorcerers. But fear not, for i have found the path to heaven, to the gods themselves. So Hold this world alight with your raging fires and know that I shall return, Triumphant.
-Last words of the Mad King Illonizes[/I]

Its been thousands of years since the Mad Kind descended into a ancient tomb of the old world. Never to be seen again. But his words still lives, his curse shattering the once glorious empires of old in to squabbling, petty states and kingdoms. It twisted races to try and eradicate one another. It drove the drove the Har, by humans known as Elves into splitting, creating the Luni that became blinded by their own light, the Mandi who began worshiping death in hope of rebirth and lastly the wild elves, forever hatefull of the cities and their ways. 

His curse made the serene Tindras, mighty people of the sands to forsake their god and loose their immortality, cursing them with fleeting and short lives. It made the dwarves lose themselves to greed and gave the humans a unquenchable thirst for power. 

But Worst was the fate of The shadowborne. Their own darkness became a curse, their kind mistaken for demons and hell-fiends. Their status as scholars tainted by false rumors of necromancy and vile experimenting. Their place in the world became one of constant witch hunts and persecution. They all but went extinct at the hands of the “good”. Only small pockets survived in 

Uliar, the world of strife and endless war lies on the brink of a new disaster, just as it for the first time has begun to recover. It's the old tombs, uncovered in the north, that whispers of a second coming, the birth of a new Mad King. This is the story about those that would play a part in this new crisis. And how their actions would influence everyone forever. A guild of Mercenaries, the Legendary Silver Leaves.[/center]