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Cardinal: Advent of the Sloth

The world of Ariadne is vast with more to see and more to find than meets the eye... Magic is plenty and cultivation so great that legends speak of those few existences that cut the heavenly bodies of the gods from the celestial skies... But there is more to Ariadne than mere strength, than mere power, there are histories ancient, gods who walk the lands, royals, nobles and commoners who are forever in strife... In this world with thousands of realms each born from the great cataclysm that set the stage for 'the seventh age' to be born, there exists the Sacred Lineage of Royals who rule a hundred realms, this lineage being of Mercurion. It is here that Lucian our reincarnated vestige of the past shall be born, born to be called 'Prince 786' of the Merurion Empire... Strife exists in many forms and in this Sacred line in which even a name must be earned, strife is a double-edged sword that now brings the once so Great, the once so Sacred lineage of Mercurion down to its knees from within... But be warned... there is much unseen, much unknown of the reality you see, of the Prince called 786... Welcome to Ariadne!!! A world in which all truths can be revealed...

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093 – Aydal Threat

 

It was the day of Aeos, The Day of New Beginnings, and the sun shone once more after the long night, for the longest day of the year.

 

But even the longest day has its time, and so the sun was quickly making its way down, as the day of celebration neared its end the rowdy crowds broke apart in drunken stupor for much-needed rest.

 

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Lucian stepped out of the colosseum in his tattered garments, he was glad for it because it made it easier for him to blend in with the crowds as he wandered into the streets of the entertainment district.

 

Usually, it was at around this time that the district would start to gather its usual crowds but this day was the exception, as people of all walks of life crawled out in tired heaps.

 

Lucian sympathised with the tired eyes they bore as it was something he predicted would be his natural disposition with the years to come.