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((I was going to have a basic layout of the setting when I thought “How boring. I am going to start them off with a story.” Please use your imagination however you want to add to the lore of the land))
How about a story?
As you know there are many kingdoms that cover the Earth, but none as prosperous as our lands of Omnixia. Our story begins in a little village on the border of Omnixia, it has long been forgotten which border village. There lived a family named the Bornabrecs. The Bronabrecs family was a wealthy family that oversaw almost all of the trade in the village. Most would’ve said they were very proper. However, every family has it’s share of skeletons in the cupboard and most of the time those skeletons find their way out. The Bornabrecs’ troubles started when Mrs. Bornabrecs gave birth to twins. Now the thing about the Bornabrecs, they had roots in magic. Now magic back then was legal but highly frowned upon. Magicians were seen as thieves and lairs. Twins often have stronger links to magical roots. This worried Mr. Bornabrecs for sure, but I am sure he thought he could keep a lid on it. The first twin, Aria, was beautiful and intelligent. She always seemed to look at the world with a different view. Her younger brother, Jarad, was rash and brute. He always did his best to out do his sister at everything. These two young Bronabrecs would have lived quiet lives had it not been for their grandmother, who to Mr. Bornabrecs dismay was staying with the family. Their grandmother used to actively practice magic. She used to tell the children stories of the olden days when magic was more common, in spite of their father’s hatred for such tales. It didn’t take long before she was teaching the children basic magic. Then as the children grew older along with their grandmother, it came time for her to pass down the family relic. Family relics used to be common in magical families. It would be passed down from generation to generation, boosting it’s owner’s abilities. She could not pass it on to her own son because he would most certainly destroy it. So she chose to pass it on to Aria, much to the envy of Jarad. For a while it seemed there was a rift between the siblings that was more than rivalry. But time heals all wounds, or so it would seem. The two reaching adulthood agreed to work together to study magic and develop their skills. After some time others joined them, students if you will. At first this was ghastly to the public but things quieted down. Such peace does not last long. A darkness came over Jarad, a unquenchable greed. Taking almost half of the students with him he separated from his sibling. Only whispers survived the time before the war. One day like any other, peaceful and calm, Jarad’s students attacked the residence of Aria and her students. Aria quickly struck back. Thus begun the horrible war that tore apart this kingdom for so long. Finally the last day dawned. Jarad’s forces of trained disciples surrounded Aria and her followers. There was more drops of blood than one could count spillt that day. But not a single soul that was there would forget the moment when Jarad got a hold of his sister. He didn’t just kill her, he destroyed her. Finally the object he had craved for so long was his. The relic would be his. But Jarad did not think to check for any curses laid by sister on the relic. It is unknown what happened to Jarad but there was a painful cry and a figure seen using magic to flee the battle. Jarad was never seen again. His followers were still bloodthirsty but without a leader. They turned their attention to the capital. On their way though they slaughtered a particularly royal looking maiden. This turned out to be the former queen. Upon hearing this news the king despaired greatly. He called for help from all the surrounding kingdoms and they answered. Together they defeated Jarad’s followers. The king promptly outlawed magic under penalty of death. And thus began the age of rebuilding in Omnixia.
So dear reader, how will your own tale effect this great land? Will you seek to rebuild it or destroy it? Will you take a liking to the old ways or become a witch hunter? Or perhaps something completely unexpected? The future of this kingdom is clay and your generation must take it’s turn at forming it.

[DolimiccanDragon]

((Note: the bio for I Am Gamer is in my profile.))

I was told by the leader of the group known as the Hunters that a situation was brewing in a place known as Omnixia. Magic was outlawed, and the one behind it was a powerful magic-user known as Jarad. I decided to pay the king a visit and ask for permission to find him. And so I teleported out of the White Dimension, my goal to find the castle and talk to the king. I eventually did, and introduced myself. “Hello, King of Omnixia. It appears that I have found you in a time of desperation, and I would very much like to help you find the man responsible for the outlawing of magic. My name is Gamer, I travel all worlds to eradicate chaos wherever it may be, whether in the darkest depths of the earth, in heavily-guarded fortresses, or high in the sky. I simply ask for a pardon from any magic-related crimes, I will have to use my power to find this man, as the only thing I know is his name, which is Jarad. If you do not wish me to help, I will head back to my home.”

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The king looks down upon you. His gaze is like daggers going through you. “Magic tore apart this kingdom, it took my wife, the dearest thing to my heart, and you ask to use it within my borders?!” After a moment he softens and seems to be in thought. “How can I be sure you are not like the rest of the magician scum? How will I know that you will not turn on my country men?” You see the king’s face bears more sadness than anger. “You must prove yourself to me..” He again goes into deep thought. “Jarad has not been seen for many years. He is not a danger at the present. I would still like his head though. So I will give you a chance to prove yourself to me. In the eastern lands of my kingdom a great dire wolf has been terrorizing my people. Eating women and children, destroying their homes. I have sent a party of soldiers there to kill the beast but they have not been heard from since. I am sending another party of soldiers there. Join them, and prove to me that your magic can be used for the benefit of this country. If you fail or use it against my people in any way, I will hunt you down. Do you understand?”

[DolimiccanDragon]

“I understand, and I give you my word that the eastern lands will be safe. I will take my leave now and go there at once. Good-bye.” And so I walked out to join the group of soldiers. I used instinct to try to find the area where the soldiers were, and sure enough I sensed a group of people headed out on a hunt. I followed them quietly so as to make my appearance when the time felt right. Sure enough, we ended up in the eastern portion of the kingdom. The dire wolf was just about to attack the soldiers when I jumped out and punched it, knocking it farther away from the soldiers. Fighting-types are strong, after all. “Stay back, I can handle him on my own,” I said confidently.

[Phantose]

Overhead, I, a young man by the name of Gregory, wait for the battle to subside. I know that while the soldiers merely kill the beast out of revenge they do not know that wolf itself is one of Jared’s old followers. The story from what I have heard is that a seer forsaw the end of Jared’s forces, yet only let the inner council know about this. Before she could tell the others about her vision, the warlock Zazik cut out her vocal chords as decision through the council. Zazik then forced the young seer to leave the group, thus assuring others of her “guilty” for wronging the council. The forces attacked the kingdom and were slain as foretold, however, the five members of the inner council withdrew from the battle before it even began. They then went their separate ways to stake out their own place in the world. The only reason I know this story is that my mother was the seer in the story. While she could not tell anyone directly about the story, she could communicate with me through a sort of blood line telepathy. Through it, she was able to help me with my magical training. After she died, I vowed to hunt down Zazik and put him through the same pain that he endured onto my mother. Killing the dire wolf will be a start for he is the lowest of the inner council. Borong was a master in the druid arts when he was in Jared’s armies, a benefit to his injured allies, but a soul less beast to his enemies. It seems that beast part has taken over him now. I sit in wait to see if my help is needed.

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*From Gamer’s prospective*
The dire wolf looks at the on coming party of soldiers with rage. It is much larger than others of it’s kind. As you draw near you can see that it is almost the size of a small house. It’s fur is dark grey, there is blood dripping from it’s mouth, and it has piercing yellow eyes. The wolf begins to approach, slowly. It looks like it i ready to attack at any moment. It opens it’s mouth, revealing it’s maw of yellow teeth and lets out a horrible bark. Some of the soldiers in the party are obliviously terrified by this. The grew wolf begins sprinting towards you. Even though you are around plenty of other people, you feel as if it’s gaze it directly on you.

*From Gregory’s prospective*
The fallen druid that you have spent you have spent so long hunting does not notice you. It is too focused on the party of soldiers. Suddenly it barks and then starts sprinting towards the new comers. That man will surely tear these men apart, you’ve seen it before. However you notice that one of the men, ahead of the others, is not dressed in soldier garb. You notice trademark wearings of a magic user in his dress.

[DolimiccanDragon]

I yelled, “Come at me, I am not afraid!” I tried to talk in my best fantasy-realm speech. “For if you hurt me, my Aura shall grow and I shall only become stronger!” It was then that my mysterious guide CF started messaging me.

MESSAGELOG:
CF: Gamer, defeat him! Apparently he is one of the followers of the man who started the conflict on magic!

That was all I needed to know. That’s when it barked and charged. I attacked, using the spike on the back of my fist… er… paw… er… WHATEVER LUCARIOS HAVE. Anyway, this made the punch even stronger. “I have defeated larger and more powerful beasts than you! (It was with what is assumed to be magic, but still…) Come forth and fight!” This was incredibly dangerous! But I didn’t care. I was determined to gain that permit to find Jarad, and I was prepared to do anything for it.

[Phantose]

“NO WAIT” I try to warn the stranger, but it was too late. Borong had charged fast in appearing to want to rip apart the stranger, however mid flight he shifted his form and placed a relic on his target. He then muttered in the dark tongue a spell of stealing. “Your power shall now be mine, hahahahaha” the crazed warlock uttered. I watch in horror as the stranger’s form is slowly stripped from him and given to Borong. “Soon, all you are shall belong to me” Knowing the situation is getting out of hand, I begin uttering an advance lightning spell. The crafty druid notices me and says “If you kill me, the spellslinger dies as well.” “You’re wrong” I finish my spell and it is then the druid realizes what it truly is. “It can’t be, it can’t be” Those were the last words he uttered as the spell Ragnarok, spell of divine lightning, obliterated him.
Being a spell of divinity, the dark magic resides and the relic shatters. I walk over to the stranger to see if he is ok, but I’m left with a shocked spectacle. The man, while having all his powers still, had been changed to a human visage with a few exceptions. He still had dog ears and a tail.

[DolimiccanDragon]

I opened my eyes. “Ugh… huh?” I noticed a man standing over me. “I remember something happening, and then… Wait a minute…” I looked at myself. “Ah, I’m in my Cross Form now…” I tried changing back to my normal Lucario form. “What the…?” I couldn’t do it. I decided to go to the Sonic World for a second to regain the form, as it’s the area where I gained it. I returned im my Lucario form, and said, “Thanks for helping me. What is your name?”