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Prologue

Dunerell is an word from the ancient Umbran language meaning “gifted”. The Dunerell are beings that possess special abilities or powers outside the ability of most humans. Research by Sorcerer Layden showed that the power to perform these abilities emanated from a gland she called the meras. In Dunerell the gland is active, a healthy glowing green. Humans also have a meras, though it is inactive. Dunerell groups have rituals, spells, and potions for activating the meras in Humans, though it is a gift rarely given without provocation. Being gifted has been a blessing, a curse and a point of contention throughout the history of Oerties. Dunerell have fought wars, battles and conflicts resulting from disagreements with humans and with each other. Most of these disagreements boil down to power and who "should" have it. Of the wars fought throughout the history of the realm two forever altered the course of Oerties and it’s inhabitants. The Splinter Rising forever changed Dunerell society breaking what was a united population into fragments vying for control. Waring factions, skirmishes and societal dissent eventually resulted in The Caster Wars that raged for over two hundred years.

In the year 1135, the young King Lucjan of the house of Carwynn inherited a troubled throne. The vaults of the Spellcaster realm were empty and the population was dwindling due to an endless war and an illness that cut short the lives of those that managed to avoid the sword. Lucjan was the youngest child of King Sulien, who earned the epithet “The Blight” for the endless death and war that plagued his reign. The young King, then a Prince, had been tutored in the arts, music and literature, with no expectation of inheriting the throne. As was expected when the Prince came of age, he was sent to battle. What he witnessed changed him. His older siblings were all taken one by one, some by the sword some by the illness. This left him as the unlikely heir, but one that had no interest in continuing the cycle.

He was rushed home upon the death of his father. Once crowned, the young King looked to restore peace to his realm. He met with the rulers of each of surrounding realms, inviting them to his castle to broker a treaty. Most of the other rulers were open to meeting, their coffers and streets were just as empty as that of the Spellcasters.

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Ocean

On the beach all you can hear is the roar of the wave as they crest, the slap of the water on the rocks and sand and you can also hear the seagulls annoying as always but somewhat welcomed. It seems foggy in the distance but you can see a mountain that is completely covered in snow from top to bottom as if its recently snowed. You don't know what season it is but it isn't cold over here but looking over at the mountain gives you the chills. You see two more mountains in the farther distance and wonder if they too are covered top to bottom in snow, just thinking about it gives you the chills yet again. The clouds look as it might rain but you aren't worried you're actually curious, curious to see if it will snow across the way. The water still constantly roaring, and lapping along with the screeching of the seagulls. You search the waters for a single sign of human life... you find none, no boats, not even fishing boats. You realize you're all alone only you the birds and - possibly the fish. You don't even know if the water has fish in it. You wade into the water, you get a chill again. The water is warm, at this point, you go deeper. The water is colder the farther you go out. The chills now seem reasonable you consider going back. At this point you are only one-fifth of the way across. You decide to not go back you finish the swim across. Under the mountains you feel the chill you felt when you looked at it. But it isn't cold and your mind is boggled. The clouds you saw over here before you got over here are gone they now look like they are over where the beach is. You're freezing even though it isn't cold and the water isn't helping. The cold from the water seeps through your skin making you tired and you slowly close your eyes. The lids of your eyes get heavier. They get closer. And heavier. Now all you see is the black abyss of the back of your eyelids. 

-RandomWriter