Post by Novocaine on Oct 11, 2009 20:41:06 GMT -5
The world was crumbling under the heavy population. It was drained by famine, devastated by pollution, destroyed by war. It was all of these things.
The year is unknown, and the world is not but a sea of desert and disaster. In a world so unforgiving there is but one sanctuary. It is here that the last remaining sons of Adam and daughters of Eve have begun to thrive again. Larkin, they call it, their own little pocket of safety, shut away from the cruel wasteland the world has become. Nothing lasts from the old world but half burned and torn pages from scripts and books, pictures bleached with age, and half formed machines, scrapped and salvaged for better uses. All the world of humans know now is what they have. Friends, home, and magic, that unexplained but unignorable and most powerful of tools.
We are Larkin. We are magic users, we are creators, healers, manipulators and destroyers. We hold the power of the elements, of the beautiful Earth that once was cradled in our very hands. Join our ranks, know our power, know our beauty, in Project Armistice.
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