Post by Parrot on Jun 24, 2013 21:23:03 GMT
Once upon a time, there was a world parallel to our own that was filled with magic. Two types of magic, to be exact: the element-based Old Magic and the mind-based New Magic. Each claimed that their power was supreme over the other, a conflict that eventually erupted into a bloody and destructive war that led to the annihilation of their world, rendering it uninhabitable. To protect their lives and ensure survival, both sides came to an agreement. They made peace, and through a combination of Old and New Magic, the survivors were able to open a rift to our world where they would be able to start anew.
When they arrived, there was a massacre. Nobody knows which side started it, but each blamed the other. Those injured from the rift were instantly killed by the other side, and those alone were picked off as easy prey. The battle quickly reached a bloody climax as the rift still stretched high above them. Both sides suffered from heavy losses, so much so that they nearly wiped each other out. Unable to return back through the rift, those who survived fled: the Elementals of Old Magic scampered to the forests of Earth while the ESP users ran to cities, using their powers to master technology of this land.
It has been just a handful of decades since the magic folk have arrived. Some settled in with the non-magical humans and started a new life without war. Others did not assimilate so easily and vowed to regain their strength and avenge the Great Betrayal.
On the surface, a shaky peace reigns. Non-magical folk struggle to adjust to the new comers, and many maintain a strong distrust of all magic and the violence it brought. Others, however, have chosen sides, and Old and New Magic alike comb the streets seeking to recruit allies as an underground guerilla warfare rages.
When they arrived, there was a massacre. Nobody knows which side started it, but each blamed the other. Those injured from the rift were instantly killed by the other side, and those alone were picked off as easy prey. The battle quickly reached a bloody climax as the rift still stretched high above them. Both sides suffered from heavy losses, so much so that they nearly wiped each other out. Unable to return back through the rift, those who survived fled: the Elementals of Old Magic scampered to the forests of Earth while the ESP users ran to cities, using their powers to master technology of this land.
It has been just a handful of decades since the magic folk have arrived. Some settled in with the non-magical humans and started a new life without war. Others did not assimilate so easily and vowed to regain their strength and avenge the Great Betrayal.
On the surface, a shaky peace reigns. Non-magical folk struggle to adjust to the new comers, and many maintain a strong distrust of all magic and the violence it brought. Others, however, have chosen sides, and Old and New Magic alike comb the streets seeking to recruit allies as an underground guerilla warfare rages.