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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Velenne" data-source="post: 959591" data-attributes="member: 1856"> Ersadia - Tenth Day of Loveleap, Three-hundred and Eleven Years After the Coming The Magelord of Relic, Zurich, has been slain by rebellious uprising. This marks an empasse in the longstanding peace of Ersadia and an affront to the rightful rulership of the mages who sacrificed so dearly long ago to end the Fiend Wars.A council of the remaining Magelords, one for each school of magic, convened to address this issue.  In their wisdom, the Crystal Council has raised six heroes worthy enough and powerful enough to preserve the sanctity of peace and prosperity for all the world's goodly citizens. Known as Arbiters, they shall be tasked with preserving the ways which have so enriched the lands and lives of this great and magical world. Their eternal lives of service and goodwill shall be a bastion of hope to the people who sense all they hold dear being threatened. Threatened by villians seeking to gain power through fear, hatred, and evil atrocities. Let all who gaze upon the wonders of magic and the truth it reveals rest peacefully with the knowledge that the Aribters shall defend them from the tyrants, the war-mongers, and the agents of darkness in these unsettling times.***********************************Broz Churkis had never been destined for the well-to-doness of his surroundings. It was by sheer desperation that he found himself here with all the other desperates. He never realized the line was quite this long. Oh sure, he'd seen it trailing out of the building plenty of times as he walked by,but inside was one switchback after another. Half the building, it seemed, was this LINE.Now just twenty people and barely a minute from the front, he was suprised by how quickly the time had come. Less than an hour, they'll barely know I was gone. There were too many workers for the mages to remember just one. Especially Broz. He never spoke to any of them, or called any attention on himself. Nope, just stuck to picking thornoples and trying not to impale his hand on one of the fruit's nasty spikes.At last he stood at the end. He looked up and tried to read the sign. It was written in three languages, and the bottom two were always changing, rewriting themselves in front of his eyes. But the top one was in Commonspeak. As he squinted and mouthed the words to himself, someone behind him gave him a shove, "It says if the Lifesucker kills ya, it ain't their fault. Now hurry up, a spot's open."Broz turned over his shoulder and gave the fat woman a dirty look before approaching the door that had opened while he read. Just a simple wooden door with a curtain obstructing what was on the other side. He'd heard of it before, though. Sure enough, as he parted the curtain and stepped into the tiny, dimly lit room, the Chair sat innocuously in the center. "Welcome. Please sit. You may feel a slight discomfort, but rest assured that the process is entirely safe and we have taken the utmost care in preventing any harm to your person. Thank you, and good luck in the lottery."He looked around for the source of the voice but saw nothing but the Chair, the door he had just walked through, and a similar door opposite him. He obligingly took a seat and leaned back against the headrest. True to their word, there was discomfort. At first, it was only a wetness at the base of his skull. He began to lift his hand to see what it was but was suddently filled with a numbing cold all the way down to his toes. He let out a gasp and just as quickly it was all gone. The door behind him opened and he was compelled to stand and exit. The next room held a much smaller line that ended with a cowled woman taking names. Still shivering, he followed it and gave his name when his turn came up."Broz Churkis.""Thank you for your donation, Broz Churkis," she whispered, writing his name in a ledger.As he walked out, Broz read the sign on the wall next to the double-wide, double-tall door. The top message was a notice that said he would be notified by a mental message if his name was selected in the daily drawing that afternoon. Walking the paved roads back out of the city, he wondered if the trip was truly worth it. Surely the thousand gold would change his life, but all those people all over the city made his chances so slim. His lips pushed together in a grimace. Slim they may be, but they were all he had.</blockquote>

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