[ WP ] In a world populated by vampires , werewolves , fairies , wizards , witches , orcs , elves , unicorns and the like , there comes a creature unlike any other ; a human .

In the beginning Wizards, beings of ethereal magic, created Treple a world for all spirits to inhabit. Treple was to bare weight of all spirits through trans-dimensional lay-lines to funnel more power to the Wizards allowing them to shape more worlds and universes. The Wizards were unable to touch the beings created by the world. 
 
 The first Great Tree, Elian, who spawned all other trees, begat fairies who grew like fruit upon her limbs. The fay became drunk on magic and freedom, they rejected the Wizards rule. The Wizards fearing the fays ability to control magic lured evil into the world and Witches, ghostly beings of darkness and horror, took hold across the land in it's darkest corners and pits. Many centuries later a war was known across the land, the Witchwood Crusades pitted Fairies against Witches scorching the earth. Witches used the deepest vile magic to poison the land and weaken the fay. In the Days of Dark a fay hero known as Lifei from the lives of thousands of dying fay summoned forth a powerful being known as a Unicorn, a powerful equine with a solitary and deadly horn. The Unicorns spirit raged against the Witches magic and cleansed the poison from the land. 
 
 Returned to the darkness for a quiet eon the Witches learned from the fay and learned that through great sacrifice you can create great magic. Sacrificing the willing and resistant they created a beast of their own to slay the unicorn, a beast who could populate and spread, a beast who could conquer in the light in their name, and the orcs were born into the world. 
 
 Orcs hunted the Fay, the Orcs skin tattooed with protection against magic from their birth. Orcs were created by womb in three short months, but only lived for thirty years, they destroyed the land and ate Unicorns by the herd. The fay was to lose hope until an aberration appeared. Orcs who were not of war and violence, born of Witches with weak spirit. The Fay found these Orcs and through magic born of Lifei they stripped away their flesh and wrapped the moonlight around them creating the Deep Elves. Deep Elves did not age but took four years to birth, the Deep Elves were born in the deepest world pools the Fay could find. The Fay and Witches saw the power of magic and knew their tools could not control their power, and pulled all magic from the Elves and Orcs blood. 
 
 Once Elves were born unto the surface the cycle continued the same, Orcs and Elves fought bound in race and faction. Treple became nothing but a world of war. The Wizards, no where to be found. The Fay cursing them for the Witches and the Witches existing spreading evil and corruption across the land. The world became too big for any one side to win, but that did not stop them from trying. 
 
 After seven generations of war and an eighth building again a curious event happened, and it starts in the small Elven township of Srit. 
 
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 `` Thase! Thase!!'' Panicked, a young elven woman ran past a yellow strawed shack into a field of wheat. Her arms flailing she yelled into the field, `` Thase! ORCS!!!'' 
 
 Thase looked up from a cut of his scythe to see his wife running at him shouting, Thase focused his eyes on her, her face beet red and her eyes teary, he could n't hear her yet but he could see what she mouthed, `` Orcs''. 
 
 `` This time of year? This is the fourth time this month... Orcs should n't be raiding this often, somethings got them going crazy and we need the military out here... until then...'' Thase thought as he ran towards his wife, Matilde. 
 
 `` Matilde, where?'' Thase asked. 
 
 `` Railo's house...'' Matilde said with little breath. `` But wait... there's too many of them, a hundred at least and a Witch is skulking around too, Ylinda sensed the Witch right before...'' Matilde eyes watered, `` They killed her.. my sister...'' Matilde's strength bolstered by the attack faded, she slumping to the ground Thase braced her body with his catching her in a hug. `` We have to try, we have to try and do something. Go north to the city and get anyone who can listen out here; I wo n't be able to fight them but I might be able to help Railo and the others. Can you still go? Remember Ylinda, think of everyone else who needs us now, let that anger take your next step for you, GO!'' Thase yelled as Matilde renewed by hate began to sprint north. 
 
 Thase thought about his wifes words, `` There probably are n't *a hundred*, I hope...''. Thase moved quickly bouncing like a horizontal slinky across the planes until he heard the dim guttural shouts of the Orcs. 
 
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 Wrak was a Titan, leaders, among the Orcs. No one challenged his orders, anymore. No one spoke ill of him, anymore. Orc Titans fight among themselves for leadership over clans, and with a clan you can take Elven cities, get their Elven gold, get their Elven bodies, destroy their Elven lives, or so Wrak thought, just like every Orc. Wrak was fortunate to have a Witch who took breath in the first days, thus his skin was like steel, and his strength shattered the earth. 
 
 Koldyo, Wrak's Witch, was bored of existence in general, not of it mind you but by it. Koldyo needed something more, and Koldyo's spirit was vain, Koldyo's spirit was ego, and thus Koldyo wanted to be worshiped, but by all Fay, Elves, Orcs, other Witches... *Wizards*... On Koldyo's quest he watched from a distance hidden fading in and out of the physical and nightmare planes as his tool Wrak toyed with a small Elven township, he willed Wrak to move but Wrak was also, to Koldyo's dismay, imbued with Koldyo's own stubbornness. 
 
 `` Bring me the boy!'' Wrak cried out to his war mates. `` Do you wish to fight boy?'' Wrak handed a long malformed steel blade to a young Elven boy, his parents bodies ravaged behind him. The boy dropped the heavy blade to the ground unable to wield it and wept. `` Useless...'' Wrak mumbled. Wrak picked up the blade and raised it high into the air, `` Wrak take your life, you part of Wrak, you conquer all, Wrak conquer all, smile ELF BOY!'' Wrak yelled as his blade came down a Scythe appeared. 
 

