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Pick a side"Hate is the one thing we can all agree on" We have no creation story to tell. No tales of kings or fallen leaders. In the beginning, there was void. And it exploded into chaos. From the chaos came the Divide. Eight nations, each wreathed in the black guttering flames of animosity, unified in nothing but their hate. This is the Blood Divide. And you must choose. |
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Forged in the hearth of armed conflict, the inhabitants of Ferrum live or die by the edge of their weapon and the strength of their arm. A warrior race, they fight solely to destroy their enemies. Combat is their first and only law while peace, they believe, will only come once Ferrum dominates the world. A trail of red carnage gives mute testimony to their utter desire for such a peace.
It is said that a song can heal a broken heart. Citizens of Cantor prefer to use the vibrations of their songs to explode hearts. A sound that can kill someone, music to inflict rather than soothe pain. Their ballads can destroy opponents and their anthems can lay waste to armies.
Steeped in mystery and mistrust, Cruor's inhabitants drift like ghosts through the world of the living. But when they choose to act, they strike swiftly and fatally. They have trained their martial art skills since birth and now are violent bringers of death. No remorse. No mercy. No survivors.
Ever increasing their mastery of the arcane forces between life and death, there are few more dangerous opponents than a denizen of Mirus. Wizards, Mages - wielders of power all. Controlling immense Elemental forces, the people of Mirus can bring the power of the sun down upon you.
Second to none in the application of technology in battle, the citizens of Cassida gain enhanced abilities by melding the remaining flesh of their bodies with the metal of their wargear. Subtlety be damned! Brute force melee attacks will win the day. Let the war rage on for they shall build ever greater machines of destruction.
From the mouth of even the youngest Fides lector a simple utterance can shatter bones, burst eyeballs, and cause blood to gush from wrecked eardrums. Destroying their enemies by speaking phonic fragments of the very first words of creation, there is little a Fides denizen wouldn't do to expand their lexeme and gain new killing phrases. This mastery of the spoken word provides further profit outside of combat, as few can resist their beguiling charm knowing that it's backed by the threat of utter annihilation!
Life is cheap in the nation of Ereptor, with physical possessions holding the only real value. The citizens of Ereptor are fierce combatants using speed, stealth and cunning to win by any means possible. They take what they want and will happily stab you in the back for the coins in your pocket. But don't underestimate them. In a full on fight, their martial art skills are swift and deadly.
Born and reared on molten lava plains, members of Gravis society are driven to harness natural forces for use within combat. While the weak are destroyed during childhood, those that remain have learnt to control their awesome powers to devastating effect. They are secretive and merciless as a race and are constantly seeking new forms of energy to channel at their foes. Some call them sorcerers. Some call them enchanters. All fear them.