Orclion

A change is on the horizon, threatening the balance set in place by the Primordials.

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The Plane of Ishva’al, a world of untold mysteries and wonders, is ruled by the Four Great Lineages, each lead by Royal Bloodlines of unparalleled majesty and power.

Adonis, a humble servant of the Aksal Lineage is seeking the very zenith of the Heavens as his ambitions burn deep and his gaze is set upon the throne that lies atop it all.

Yet, he finds himself cursed and shunned by his very own kin as all blades are turned toward him and he is trialed for a crime he did not commit. 

Unwilling to resign himself to the schemes and dictates of fate, he escapes the clutches of his jailers and is ushered into the violence and ruthlessness of Ishva’al, forced to fend for himself in a place where survival is the only law.

With nascent dreams and aspirations, he sets on the Forsaken path of Ascendants but this all comes crashing down as the world crumbles and an apocalyptic event begins.

The Planar Awakenings.

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Eternal Ascensions

Adonis sat on a sofa within a grand modern office.

The view its clear glass walls gave was mangnficent as the wonders of Lalaland were all shown to Adonis in their full splendor.

A while later, a man appeared in the sofa opposing him.

The man wore a two piece suit of shades of black and grey, his grey hair slicked back as like most butlers, his left eye bore a monocle.

Despite his looks which gave him the appearance of man in his late fifties, his aura was vibrant and his gaze sharp.

"No problem. So, am I allowed to open an account? I was told this usually takes a minute at your kiosks. I didn't know I'd have to meet up with you, a branch manager."

Hearing this, the man slightly smiled as he waved his hand and a card appeared atop his palm.

Trading Haven