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This is the entire system with a more easily documented style
This story explains
FINAL FANTASY
After the ruffian counter cultural years when the new Empires of Ghestei,Meiolu,Cruy,and Fiuelle began their march into the history of the known material dimensions,that satisifed enough of the common physical and nurtitional needs of living beings;the accesses from alternate planes that had fallen through the cycles of demi- god and celestial prats that scorned the people,and made disasters in the natural connection of the magic bonds of their lands with those who spent their time there;began leaking their meta-psycic energies to these empires.The tales of misbeggoten strange beings,shrouded in magic scorn in the taverns;and the bandits who disfavoured these beginning Empires took the life force of the ruffian pre-time and carried their beliefs with what they had learned through into the ages that started the ferral,heavenly,caloused,and alter world days now lived.
The skies of deserted belief of once finely resounding religions were cut to pieces,and each section itself immaterialy and yet with a newly usurped paen to volatile activity in the supernatural were culminated into sects of servants and their keepers who distorted faiths ,and set these pieces of
martyrous history into the folds of control,and interests in the `black arts`.Shallow reliance on the true,and accepted confidence of real science had died,as the Empires forged with mechanized AI machines that illuminated through magics from the portals,crafted vast milages of inter-electrical
structures,and driod served districts,as the truths of what was unreal and what may be evidenced as the work of master mind machinery was borne into civilization.
The regular precepts of daylight and public revielle,entertainment,-family duty…fell into these mighty soviergnties that had newly found burrowing might ,in crafty magics yet understood by most but the
elite,and the mechanized flail on the weak and weak and desolute minds on those being borne into this callow of the’unliving’.Soon the caretakers,some sentient some not,were realized as having taken advantage of the lack of suppression with the inter-dimensional portal use,and this too was finally layde to war like facets as the wise ones,or the warriors,those who survived before the Empires,began to fear for the worse and make their cause known as well.
Truth and lies about who was real,and was not,was now only a directive for the sages,of psycic weaves,the new order of preist;and these ones were often unsure of the answers themselves,as beings who killed,and dissapeared,were like flurries of energy –from soul layne planes that had cast them into their material realm.Natures answer floundered soon as well,the rains were not only acid strewn from unknown AI runoffs in dark sub dungenous like chambers,but rips in the very fabric of all that makes
air breathable,water replenishing,food devourable,space wieghtless,had begun to surge from the remarkabley macabre breaches of the rolling cloud banks in the sky…..especially…the night sky.
Ghestei fought with their own archetecture sealing off miles of domains through,tunnels,and locked together sky towers,forming shells of sub-sentient and sub robotical exoskeletal dapers.These led to the end of exhibisionist living,and thoughts of ever venturing beyond these brambling caskets of doom waiting to happen.But the breed of the ancient warrior was not deathly ill,nor trample into dust,nor frought with disease,these new classes arrived like the strange ebb and weave of the magics that brought the Empires ailve,and now did to their knees.Tracking through from one Empire to the next,in the forbidden taverns,and making the plight of the dominent,the ultimate being….the human or natural birthed being never to be expulsed,the fight against all of that which is was truelly beginning.
Meiolu destroyed most of their superstructures,and for a time were helped by demons,that looked like actual opposites of the angels that had from time to time begun to be seen,these were soon reffered to as the Celestials.But the material was taken into smelting factories,and again they were blinded by the power of the elite controlling ,the keepers,the ‘Sevielle priests’,those that had fused the fissures of the hell realms into finer ‘black art’ control,and were now imbuing unknown elements into the sub terrains now inhabited,except for by those that were the new warriors,watchers,for the dawn of these new fighters and Slayers…..as it was to be.Soon beasts,learned to run about,survive skirmishes,and make their way from one fallen Empire to the next,roving bands of attacking fiends,eventually,the soldiers of hope found the ways of combat skill,a craft held with unto in great regaurds as of for itself.
Cruy,lost all its natural resources,and no other way to make fast and untraceable passage to the portals,altars and controllable rips that now formed randomely was ascertainable,than to blast the emtirety of their land,except for that which could build again the Cruy might.Using sorcery,unknown multi-dimension machines,greater and more blashphemizing than any of the driods or super-constructs,the land turned to sand,and desert fury…burning,and making it a virtual layaway into the unknown itself.Raids were attempted by,the still frequenting less valiant ruffians,and of course various sects from other Empires,but the desert favoured no such fool who wasn’t the native of it’s ferocity,and grains of blackened hate as plenty as the ground beneath their feet,formed with the few new Cerilien,and Extricater duantless,that listened with their watchers and knew that they must step in before all was killed,and the worlds within any leap from gate to gate were taken by the super-sentient-evils.
Fiuelle was baited into sections that had vast unused places,places that the dangers that often now jumped from the ground,or sky or some entirely random nexus,that they could try to trap these foes,or at least buy time,while more magics of warding,and the gates and super battle walls could be powered. The faster this was done the more they were replaced….the sentinels,too great in the forbidden arcana to be misused,too intelligent to have driods,or whatever they were made of now take care of these tasks,and ultimately too important,for soon this skirmished war about the domain of Fiuelle led to Battlemages founded by the watchers,to fight ,and fight they did,as seasons sometimes fell to the favour of the material plane living,and these groups that did so found dire death without their Dervish protectorites,the science of the sword still lived indeed,and the war was now true……the survival of good and the living,versus the supernatural,evil,and metal.
This story explains
FINAL FANTASY
After the ruffian counter cultural years when the new Empires of Ghestei,Meiolu,Cruy,and Fiuelle began their march into the history of the known material dimensions,that satisifed enough of the common physical and nurtitional needs of living beings;the accesses from alternate planes that had fallen through the cycles of demi- god and celestial prats that scorned the people,and made disasters in the natural connection of the magic bonds of their lands with those who spent their time there;began leaking their meta-psycic energies to these empires.The tales of misbeggoten strange beings,shrouded in magic scorn in the taverns;and the bandits who disfavoured these beginning Empires took the life force of the ruffian pre-time and carried their beliefs with what they had learned through into the ages that started the ferral,heavenly,caloused,and alter world days now lived.
The skies of deserted belief of once finely resounding religions were cut to pieces,and each section itself immaterialy and yet with a newly usurped paen to volatile activity in the supernatural were culminated into sects of servants and their keepers who distorted faiths ,and set these pieces of
martyrous history into the folds of control,and interests in the `black arts`.Shallow reliance on the true,and accepted confidence of real science had died,as the Empires forged with mechanized AI machines that illuminated through magics from the portals,crafted vast milages of inter-electrical
structures,and driod served districts,as the truths of what was unreal and what may be evidenced as the work of master mind machinery was borne into civilization.
The regular precepts of daylight and public revielle,entertainment,-family duty…fell into these mighty soviergnties that had newly found burrowing might ,in crafty magics yet understood by most but the
elite,and the mechanized flail on the weak and weak and desolute minds on those being borne into this callow of the’unliving’.Soon the caretakers,some sentient some not,were realized as having taken advantage of the lack of suppression with the inter-dimensional portal use,and this too was finally layde to war like facets as the wise ones,or the warriors,those who survived before the Empires,began to fear for the worse and make their cause known as well.
Truth and lies about who was real,and was not,was now only a directive for the sages,of psycic weaves,the new order of preist;and these ones were often unsure of the answers themselves,as beings who killed,and dissapeared,were like flurries of energy –from soul layne planes that had cast them into their material realm.Natures answer floundered soon as well,the rains were not only acid strewn from unknown AI runoffs in dark sub dungenous like chambers,but rips in the very fabric of all that makes
air breathable,water replenishing,food devourable,space wieghtless,had begun to surge from the remarkabley macabre breaches of the rolling cloud banks in the sky…..especially…the night sky.
Ghestei fought with their own archetecture sealing off miles of domains through,tunnels,and locked together sky towers,forming shells of sub-sentient and sub robotical exoskeletal dapers.These led to the end of exhibisionist living,and thoughts of ever venturing beyond these brambling caskets of doom waiting to happen.But the breed of the ancient warrior was not deathly ill,nor trample into dust,nor frought with disease,these new classes arrived like the strange ebb and weave of the magics that brought the Empires ailve,and now did to their knees.Tracking through from one Empire to the next,in the forbidden taverns,and making the plight of the dominent,the ultimate being….the human or natural birthed being never to be expulsed,the fight against all of that which is was truelly beginning.
Meiolu destroyed most of their superstructures,and for a time were helped by demons,that looked like actual opposites of the angels that had from time to time begun to be seen,these were soon reffered to as the Celestials.But the material was taken into smelting factories,and again they were blinded by the power of the elite controlling ,the keepers,the ‘Sevielle priests’,those that had fused the fissures of the hell realms into finer ‘black art’ control,and were now imbuing unknown elements into the sub terrains now inhabited,except for by those that were the new warriors,watchers,for the dawn of these new fighters and Slayers…..as it was to be.Soon beasts,learned to run about,survive skirmishes,and make their way from one fallen Empire to the next,roving bands of attacking fiends,eventually,the soldiers of hope found the ways of combat skill,a craft held with unto in great regaurds as of for itself.
Cruy,lost all its natural resources,and no other way to make fast and untraceable passage to the portals,altars and controllable rips that now formed randomely was ascertainable,than to blast the emtirety of their land,except for that which could build again the Cruy might.Using sorcery,unknown multi-dimension machines,greater and more blashphemizing than any of the driods or super-constructs,the land turned to sand,and desert fury…burning,and making it a virtual layaway into the unknown itself.Raids were attempted by,the still frequenting less valiant ruffians,and of course various sects from other Empires,but the desert favoured no such fool who wasn’t the native of it’s ferocity,and grains of blackened hate as plenty as the ground beneath their feet,formed with the few new Cerilien,and Extricater duantless,that listened with their watchers and knew that they must step in before all was killed,and the worlds within any leap from gate to gate were taken by the super-sentient-evils.
Fiuelle was baited into sections that had vast unused places,places that the dangers that often now jumped from the ground,or sky or some entirely random nexus,that they could try to trap these foes,or at least buy time,while more magics of warding,and the gates and super battle walls could be powered. The faster this was done the more they were replaced….the sentinels,too great in the forbidden arcana to be misused,too intelligent to have driods,or whatever they were made of now take care of these tasks,and ultimately too important,for soon this skirmished war about the domain of Fiuelle led to Battlemages founded by the watchers,to fight ,and fight they did,as seasons sometimes fell to the favour of the material plane living,and these groups that did so found dire death without their Dervish protectorites,the science of the sword still lived indeed,and the war was now true……the survival of good and the living,versus the supernatural,evil,and metal.
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