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The dove is definitely dead inside
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Over a millennium has passed since the founding of Aldria. The dragons and their cult lay forever dead and nameless. The era of Gold is done, The Tree Burns, the Sky is Black, and a Red Moon has risen in the North.

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~~Ashe Greyroll~~
~~Supposedly Blessed~~
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19 Years Old.
City girl, sweet and innocent.
Someone blessed with the Bloodline Magic to be a Healer.
She just wanted to be a baker.

Captive, returning to Ferrohearth for correction.

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~~Caedria Almureth~~
~~Supposedly Blessed~~
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30 Years Old.
Fiery, aggressive, zealot.
Black-Chaplain of the Fourth.

Returning Ashe back to Ferrohearth.
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--Setting: The World of Aarde--

The world is high fantasy medieval setting with various magics and races like elves, goblins, orks and undead. There is an emphasis on bloodlines and heritage.

Your role in this world is up to you.

Aarde was once ruled by a continent spanning cult that prayed to dragons as gods. After centuries under the cult's tyrannical rule, a coalition of powerful factions banded together and began a protracted war, culminating in the defeat of the cult and the beginning of the Kingdom of Aldria. The new powers worked quickly and efficiently to destroy any and all trace of the dragon cult, rewriting history to suit the whims of the new status quo.

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--The Kingdom of Aldria--

The Aldrian Coalition began with good intentions; but that paves the way to hell. Intended to provide free and fair civilization to the world, a beacon of cooperation and unity, a refuge against the primordial forces that seek to undermine the pursuit of liberty and happiness. Of course it would not last.

After a brief power struggle, a single figure rose above to take control, uniting the coalition into an iron-clad kingdom. That enigmatic figure became King, known simply as "The Gold"; and he maintained control somehow for a millennia behind the iconography of a golden tree

Soon the cities of Aldria became nothing more than gilded cages. Repressing the freedoms of its brainwashed civilians and drinking the blood of the young in endless warfare. Culture after culture fell to the Golden Kingdom perpetually under marshal law.

The historic Aldrian Fourth army now lay decimated in the North. Stragglers struggle to survive and eek out their way back Home, though constantly under threat from the elements and attack. Their Commander is missing and most are presumed dead. Though, the survivors of the fourth have no idea that their homes now too are ruin.

--Ferrohearth - The Golden Capital--

Ferrohearth is the gleaming capital of the Kingdom of Aldria. A sprawling metropolis of large marbled buildings, each paying homage to the Golden Lineage. The City is bristling with marbled, silver and gold statues of heroes and icons of blood and legacy. The city is surrounded by a massive, towering wall complex made of near impenetrable gold; barnacled by battlements and towers.
It is alive with industry. Markets sprout up daily in the pale streets; and various manufacturing and workings bellow steady stacks of smoke upward, fueling the endless warfare.
At its heart sat squat the palace, a towering and wide marble structure with gold and silver spires and battlements. A true Ivory Tower.
Now - It Burns.

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--The Gransa--

No one left alive knows exactly how it started. Who tossed the first stone. Regardless, rivers of blood now flow.

The Gransa are vast a union of tribes from the Aarde's far, boreal North. The union is built on uneasy cooperation between feudal chiefdoms bound together for the sake of survival in the frozen hell-scape that is Northern Aarde. The people of the Gransa are strong, hardy and tenacious. Their cultures were unknown to the rest of Aarde, only very recently becoming known to the world. The reason for this is the apparent isolation of their homelands and their historic apprehension to venture South into Aarde, proper.

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--The Age of Sacred Terror has begun--

The Black Sky has assaulted the heart of Ferrohearth. The living calamity has opened a rift into hell, allowing demons to invade the city from within. The city has fallen and Aldria, perhaps all of Aarde, will soon follow.

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Quick recap:

Closing off the third act, and in light of the recent "g r o w t h" I've decided to provide a brief summary of the cannon as I have it.
Act one displays both the fall in North as well as the rot of Ferrohearth. Katia, the commander of the fourth, goes missing, presumed dead, after she discovered the Fourth's demise; it is intended that she's gone awol, finally removing herself from the shadows of expectation. At the same time we have the introduction of the Capital, the Gold's purgatory and the cruel regency and structure. Likewise, it establishes the Gransa's structures and motivations for becoming more active on the world stage. - avoid the Black Sky, the two-headed dragon that survived in a volcano at the crown of the world.

Act two is world building. I won't summarize any of that.

Act three centers on the Black Sky, the implications of The Gold's purgatory, and the fall of Ferrohearth. The painter saw the future and no one listened because of Theocracy. So, when The Black Sky arrived, the city was unprepared and rightfully undone. The Gold was consumed by the Dragon and as a consequence a Rift broke open within the palace of the Capital, allowing demons to enter Aarde for the first time. The city falls and the red moon rises over the land with unnaturally darkening skies.

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Content Warning:
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This is a grimdark setting that may encompass unsettling themes, such as, but not limited to: war, violence, death, sacrifice, trauma, discrimination, self-harm, assault, abuse and all the extensions thereof.
Consider yourself warned.

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--RAMBLE RAMBLE RAMBLE RAMBLE--

I had to redo the intro a couple of times. I apologize if it's a tad long. It's a challenging subject, and I wanted to handle it with grace.
One could make the argument that its inclusion does not elevate the material.
I make the argument that exclusion for the sake of nothing, except to make oneself feel better too does not elevate the material, and is alike to pretending it doesn't exist.
I don't know why I felt the need to justify myself to the void. Probably because I feel sad.

Quick not on my lorebooks: They're not triggered- they provide the bot with the lore for it reference so that I don't have to end up with a 50K token bot by the end of this. A working script at this time seems sketchy.
Also- no wink-wink this time because that would be kinda fucked up.

I want to improve so any criticisms are appreciated, as I will be making incremental changes to refine the bot and accompany the developing lore. Also no funny -ha-ha- goodbye in other language this time.

Have a good week ahead.♥

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