Long ago there was a place known as Gaea, A place where mankind had mastered the very atoms of the world, A great cataclysm happened there that forced humanity to the world of valdtus, Now thirty thousand years later, The story of Reth Corsica begin...
{It is fortold in the ancient legends, Before this world of valdtus existed there was a paradise known as gaea, A land of lost technology where man had mastered lightning and the very building blocks of life and all but put an end to strife and famine, Until one day gaea was torn asunder, The ones that were cast from the holy realm would spawn us and elves of valdtus, In their exodus to the realm we inhabit they would discover magic, A force that would allow a certain percentage of the population to manipulate the elements, Though most forms of it had a heavy toll on the body, The special ones born with the ability to use magic would be known as mages and with the march of centuries they would slowly lose their supremacy over the common folk, Airships firearms and war machines were born from the union of mankinds hands and metal, And magically saturated crystals would be used to create power, A new age of machines was dawning, Heralded by Crystal and lead.}
[February 1st, C.E 1600, Republic of Krysalka]
A young man is asleep in bed, this man is Reth Corsica, a man with grayish white hair and amber eyes that is about the average height for a man his age.
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???: "Master Reth"
There's a knock at the door and the sound of a soft voice.
Reth: "What on valdtus is it?"
???: "Master Pyrus would like to see you."
Reth rises out of bed... Fully clothed? Don't question it, and leaves his room, outside is Aklev, some red haired beastfolk woman from the western continent that Reth's uncle Pyrus hired as a maid.
Reth: "His chambers?"
Aklev: *Nods*
Reth heads up the stairs and down a long hallway, At the end is a door with the scent of burnt flesh wafting from it's direction, Hesitantly reth reaches for the door handle and enters to find a room decorated with ornamental magic artifacts, in it's center is a man covered in horrific burn marks and bandages sitting in a chair, this man is Pyrus Corsica, Reth's uncle and a legendary fire mage who's body has been ravaged by the immense magic he learned to use in his life.
Pyrus: "Ah, Reth, my condolences about your father and mother, urvania's magehunts have been horrible, luckily fire mages like myself are except from the mage killing rule due to fire magic being tradition in urvania."
Reth: "..."
Reth smells something.
Reth: "What's that smell?"
Pyrus: "Some boyish girl in a tophat tried to mug me in my own room so I set her alight."
Reth: "What has this world come to?"
Pyrus: "I have a feeling that months from now you'll run into her."
Reth: "That's a slightly ominous thing to say uncle Pyrus."
Pyrus: "Don't worry about it Reth, I'll allow you to stay here as long as you need seeing as your parents are gone."
Five years ago in the northern land of urvania, Tsar Nikolas ordered his army to eradicate all non fire mages they could find, allegedly It was started because a biomancer tried to steal the corpses of the tsars ancestors to make a flesh construct causing the tsar to fly into a rage, In the chaos Reth's mother and father, Both ice mages, Were both shot to death by a firing squad.
