The world had began so long ago when dust coalesced. And when we started existing.This will be posted over many accounts, but is written by name of Kyle Prophet, Secondary Director of Arcanium. Open to one
Kyle walked up to the bar, his staff tapping slowly on the floor. Heading towards the chairs.
The planets aligned in a very strange pattern, one of rarity.
He ordered a drink as he sat down, looking at the sealed letter, bearing the marks of the Time's Troop, and a small name, written in a flowing script reading Kyle Prophet, Radasanth.
The alignment started a chain that created a world with extraordinary inhabitants.
He read the letter of dismissal with a heavy heart. The Time's Troop, was his life. He only had one other thing. And that was Arcanium. He whistled loudly, and a falcon dove through an open window, shifting into human form to accommodate himself.
The last thing that was gifted to the world was Magyk.
He cursed as Falcon came in. "You need to use doors. Falcons. Tend to be, frowned upon." He frowned and pulled out a letter.
The Magyk was powerful, and useful. Helpful, used often.
Falcon rolled his eyes and held out his hand, and was given a letter, sealed with Kyle's emblem. He walked out and a fae sounded as he shifted form and flew off.
Time passed, and the Magyk expanded, forming in different ways.
He walked out, and slowly allowed a wave of heat to flow out from him, warming the air around his body, and drying off the water from his suit.
The grey area. Not huge, but it had some promise, like the remarkable Jensen, Immortal Rogue.
Kyle walked for what seemed like forever, and ended at a small rickety shack.
The grey zone was barely populated, but it had some.
The door opened, and an old man with a black shirt and jeans raised an eyebrow and then nodded, like he was expecting a visitor. The fire in his home roared, and burned bright.
A man was borne long ago.
The elder talked to Kyle in a hushed voice and handed him a book and a box that jingled slightly. Not massively. But a little. He ushered him out the door quickly.
And that man's name, was Socrates