[center][i]"Only the dead have seen the end of the war.."[/i][/center] 

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 In a long forgotten past, a time sculpted into an era of peace, where people from all known walks of life freely ventured from one extensive kingdom to the next. Bloodshed was kept to a minimal, and the uncommon, minor disputes, were handled by according, and worthy nobles and lords. An old magic reigned supreme, the undiluted and pure essence harnessed into valuable and sacred charms and artifacts, by ancient thaumaturgists, known exclusively as “The Tuarens.” Sexuality was not a limitation, women and men alike held thrones, and tended to them with loyalty. 

These ages of peace, were abruptly, and brutally disrupted, when rocky coastlines, untouched by outlying civilizations for millennia beforehand, were beached by hulking vessels. These foreign invaders, held much different beliefs from the peaceful kingdoms. The enemy was a race of strong, militaristic, and power hungry people, who savored the bittersweet taste of war, whom had conquered their rugged and spanning homeland with ease. As their weak armies banded together to face this threat, it soon after became apparent, defeat was utterly inevitable. 

It was decided, they were to set out on a voyage of their own, using their weakened armies to give them enough time to set sail. The house representatives from each kingdom, along with hundreds of skilled citizens, slaves, and the sacred Tuarens, set out on three bulky, weathered ships into the vast and expansive unknown. While the hapless, remaining population was consumed with little resistance, conquered under the banner of the savages. With the seemingly endless ocean around them, the brutal storms which battered the boats on occasion, the thick tension forced the houses into an unruly manner. 

Hushed alliances were forged in the midst of the chaos, and silent enemies were made, over petty grudges. The desperate and weakened voyagers, had set themselves on a path of ruin. When a fog blanketed coastline had come into sight, it was far too late. Although the towering settlement was finished, the houses had begun plotting for the throne, as the disorderly colonists stand leaderless and divided. The seemingly hostile, and primitive natives, along with the terrifying beasts of this unfamiliar land, threaten to blow out the fragile life, that the broken colonists struggle to cling on to. A bigger threat is looming on the horizon, one which will push things, perhaps to the tipping point, and then some. 

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So this is a fairly basic backstory, providing some meager foreshadowing. I will go more in depth on the houses, the tribes, etc, and how our characters will play a part in the salvation of the colony, if I get some solid interest of course. I was thinking of allowing a few to create their own houses, and I've a few things bouncing around in my head about positions the colonists could possibly hold. I would like this to be a serious RP, with literate, and passionate writers. If there are any questions about the concept, feel free to ask. 

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[b]Sacred Charms/Artifacts:[/b]
[hider=]Instilled with raw, and divine magic, channeled by revered Tuarens, these rare, diverse and powerful items, are scarce to come across. Each grants the one with possession, adept skill in a craft which they aspire to become supreme at. It is as if they have been touched by the gods, although if one attempts to put on one or more of these artifacts, it is viewed as mockery, and said they loose the fragile and untamed magic within.
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[b]Weaponry:[/b]
[hider=]Finely crafted cannons have been hefted onto the walls of the colony, they sit in precise, and defensive positions. The guards of the colony patrol the walls with longbows, and the infrequent crossbow or a primitive clockwork rifle. Although each house handles their guards weaponry differently, the overall infantry have been trained to use shortspears, and cutlasses, if the need arises. 
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[b]The Colony:[/b]
[hider=]Towering wooden post walls run for miles, each connected corner attached to a watch tower. One heavily guarded gate runs in and out of the colony, facing the coastline, and the crude docks which hold the battered boats they arrived in. The structures within are kept rather organized, the lords and the various house representatives of course, getting the best choice of land. The spacious, walled in settlement, even with the mass of population, the militaristic buildings, the farms, and the houses, is still not yet full. Agriculture plays a big part in the preservation of the colony, thusly the storehouses are full of valuable crops, and meat from the poultry and other variety of domestic animals they brought with them. 
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[b]Slavery[/b]
[hider=]Slaves, otherwise known as apprentices, are usually commoners, who are in agreement with someone of wealth. In return for room and board, they serve their master with unwavering loyalty, until the agreed debt is seen through. 
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