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The Crimson Elf

Silax a young elf struck by a mysterious illness that takes away his ability to get stronger, yearns for a cure and a way to get stronger. Legend whispers of the World Tree, a mythical entity rumored to hold the key to ultimate power and unmatched healing. Reaching it promises not only a cure but also a chance to reclaim what was taken from him. Driven by ambition and a thirst for strength, Silax leaves home. He spends years searching until one day his efforts bear fruit. What he finds is not the blessing he anticipated, but a curse. It requires a sacrifice, a darkness that must be embraced to wield its might. A power fueled by darkness and life force absorbed from others. This dark power grants him immense strength but test his morals. Torn between ambition and morality, he must make a choice. Embrace his monstrous nature and achieve his goals at the cost of everything or give up on this power to protect the world from its danger. This is a story of the corrupting nature of power, the sacrifice and the cost of achieving ones goals, and the blurred lines between ambition and self-preservation. It's a tale that explores the lengths one might go to in the face of mortality.

kynikoiTDM · Fantaisie
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Synod Moot Commences

Callon and Tyla were seated next to each other in the coliseum. They were surrounded by a sea of faces, all buzzing with excitement for the momentous occasion.

The side of the coliseum they sat at was filled with a diverse mix of people from all walks of life, creating a vibrant and lively atmosphere.

The occupants on the other side of the coliseum had a more reserved demeanor. That side of the coliseum was arranged in three tiers.

The lowest tier was reserved for the wealthiest citizens of the city, filled with rows of cushioned seats for maximum comfort.

Above this tier were seats dedicated to citizens with significant influence in the city. Prominent figures in business, economics, and the arts were seated in comfortable and well-appointed spaces.

Finally, at the highest tier were seats of honor for the Triarchs. Three grand, central seats, elevated above the rest and offering a commanding view of the entire arena.