The Horde

Magic and the world

A world filled with magic that no one can use due to a disaster that happened before remembered time.

We have legends and stories of elves, deaarves, trolls and other magical beings and creatures that interacted with us.

Yet, where did they go?
Why are they not here only in time might we bring them back, but who knows?

In time that it happened long ago. We believe that we're the only one's left yet. Are we the mix of the other creatures trying to survive in that time frame? Trying to keep a disaster at bay while keeping our world alive and keep the magic flowing. Are the others.

Let us think back and look at the possibilities. The possibilities that when magic was here a disease struck, that would strike down any that could use its magic, a magic force disease. How could this be? How do you prevent such a thing from taking everyone out? You look to those immune to magic. Unable to use it for they are the ones that do not have access to this disease. Disease does not know how to take hold of what it cannot touch. Therefore, you let those that have been forgotten outcast. Come together intermix, and become one turning into once a dark thing in the scourge of the Earth into the saviors. For others in the future troholzed we're small and unevil. To survive had come into the communities where the elves and the dwarfs had cast their unwanted out, those who had no ability to use the metals of the ground on earth, who could not feel the song and the forge elves and their wonders of nature and sky. Cath, look to those that I felt nothing they were outcasts. Things have just hobbled around the villages, for they had no ability to use. Let them come together and find ways to grow. In time, the bloodlines would merge become a new race. Human. You can see their features of the different races. If you look closely enough, each one thing slightly thin for the elf. The shorter stockier build of the dwarf. The tall giant lake structure, the trolls and giants enable these people to have skin tones told you the. Regions, they came from and possibly who there past was as well. Given the fact that those emotions might give a greener hue to their skin, the sky was fair and pale Arctic weight in comparison to the deep desert jungle on them. Survivors, the deep forges. The threw fire back at their residence. Harris seemed to be his matter to show different aspects of each culture for things and abilities that they might have had at 1 time, temperaments and strengths, agiles and jills, things that would talk to them and give them the ability to move forward in life. Now all condensed down into one race erase of non. Magic users A. Curace, to care for the world and it's magical beings that still live there in time. The disease of magic took out other beings of magic to where they're no longer seen yet once in a while. You can catch the glimmer of a spot of magic. Somebody that can move in the shadows without knowing it quiet. As a mouse yet they were there, but yet they weren't, but were they there? They don't live long anymore, though. Those are the ones that come to go in the shortest amount of time. And yet magic still shows itself. In everyday life, magical always will be within everything that it sees and knows. He touches everybody, no matter if they're a user. Or not, but today in the humans, there's a new. Danger that arises a danger. They call cancer. They don't know where it comes from. They know what it can do. They know that its growths of something growing in them. They think are just mutated cells growing out of control. But what if what if that is just really pockets of magic trying to expand and trying to merge back in with its house, the host, it's known for trillions in years and yet they no longer can use it. So it becomes cancerous to them. A disease that they have no care for yet. Still, the magic wants to be with someone with them. It's still here amongst us today. You can catch it in the skies and watch the birds. Use it to navigate the ways each double on, knowing exactly where to go without ever being shown by another bird. Creatures hunt upon ways and paths. We don't see trails run through woods. We call them game trails. But yet, what of their magical highways left behind from old times so much left so much God so much forgot it. For we do not see or cannot yell, but once in a while you'll find Somebody, they can just tickle the edge of Magic. Though their lives normally tend to be shorter, those that can use slings like dousing rods. And pendants, they know the skills that there they remember traces and elements. They renewal, the things have abilities. So instead, if them being able to use themselves, they ask things to do it for them. Trying to still be part of the magic of the world. While magic tries to eat a soul.