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Have you ever heard of the Realm of Ruxar? Let me tell you the story. But prepare yourself, for it is a tale of much sadness.
A tale, of great disaster.
A tale, that has yet to be ended...
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One hundred years ago, Ruxar was at peace. There was no danger, no ruin, for the god of peace smiled down upon us. We knew there were other gods, some even worshiped them. But the only true god recognized by all of Ruxar, the one true god, was peace. For that was all we had known. For millennia the other gods accepted this,
they knew that peace was the primary power. But one day, no one is exactly sure when, the god of war decided that he was tired of bowing to peace. He wanted ruin, he wanted people to worship him. And so, he cast his influence over the world, and those that had once practiced peace, began to practice war.
The god of war has not reliquenshed his shadow in those one hundred years, and now all Ruxar knows is war.
Children are taught to fight from the earliest moment possible, and adults fight until they are slain.
However, the god of peace, who has been fighting war's hold over the world, has finally chosen a hero. This hero will be the one to save the world...
or they will conquer it. It all depends on the choices of the hero
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And so now you know our story.
The only question is, are you willing to step up to the plate?
For you see, YOU are the hero chosen by the god of peace. Are you willing to save the world? Or will you take over the armies and conquer Ruxar?
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