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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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049 – The Masters Request

 

"Young Prince who practices the sword carry these words in every swing of the blade, 'The Sword is not deceptive, but the beauty of its way can become like a radiant light that blinds the eyes and veils the heart to the truth, for the way of the sword can be shaped to whatever we wish,"

 

"This Master knows of a million ways to swing the sword, but which one is truly correct, this Master dares not say for if this Master knew he would have become a Sovereign of the Sword, and if a Sovereign knew the correct way then they would be more than what is even a Sovereign,"

 

"If a Prince seeks order, then a Prince's way of the sword will be of order, if a Prince seeks freedom, then a Prince's way of the sword will be one that is free," as the Master spoke the blade of air in his hand faded returning back to the winds.