[ IP ] So It Begins ...

`` So it began and so it ended. Our universe only knew the arcane will of Xecrot for a brief instant. From his twelve layered prison he willed himself out of his bindings and into the reality closest to his cell in overspace. It should have ushered in a new epoch for all sentient beings, but fate was cruel to the spectral mage and before his form could fully shift over a ripple between planes tore Xecrot apart. His pure, unfiltered power temporarily vaporized the very fabric of space time and allowed an echo of his former self to radiate through the cosmos. The explosion altered life in the Juobd solar system, causing select individuals to gain small portions of Xecrots power. Factions rose and war ravaged the land till two figures emerged: Xerc, the Necromancer and Decrot, the Arcana. Each represented one of the two beliefs. Xerc wished to resurrect a portion of Xecrot and enlighten those deemed worthy. Decrot wished to unify the Juobd solar system and enslave all others with what mystical essence they could salvage from Xecrots entrance into our realm.'' 
 
 That is the story I'm forced to endure every waking moment. I lived it for my entire youth. I was raised on a buffer planet between their political zones in the Juo. There was never night nor day for us, only a twilight cast down from the constant besiegement each faction was performing. It was strange growing up like that, instead of a formal education we were all taught to channel the energies of Xecrot and prove ourselves as casters. While many of my friends showed little promise, a few were able to master the elements, some even learned to master a seal or two. I, on the other hand, found myself restricted by very little. Even to this day I am able to absorb any magical energy exerted by whomever casts it within a vicinity. Not that it does me any good trapped in here. 
 
 I do n't have a clue how I ended up here, but I did. I believe Xerc must've summoned some part of Xecrot because I felt an immense energy penetrate deep within my nexus. In doing so my energies must've matched Xecrots, because almost immediately after I felt twenty four seals entrap me. And so here I lay, in my twelve layered prison in overspace. And I owe all of it to the legacy of Xecrot and the necromastery of his follower.
