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[[File:fallofanthos.png|thumb|right|500px|The remains of the [[Cloud Temple of Anthos]]]]
 
[[File:fallofanthos.png|thumb|right|500px|The remains of the [[Cloud Temple of Anthos]]]]
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The end began as a seemingly average and ordinary day in the realm of Anthos, but it was not to last. It was merely the calm that proceeds every storm.
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The end began as a seemingwy avewage and owdinawy day in the weawm of Anthos, but it was not to wast. It was mewewy the cawm that pwoceeds evewy stowm.
  
  
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First, the rain came.
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Fiwst, the wain came.
  
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It fell, and it never stopped falling. A force of nature known for its beneficial effects on the land, from the growth of crops to the drenching of tainted lands, quickly became a devasting and relentless might. The lands themselves shook greatly, and cracks tore through the ground while structures that had withstood decades of beating fell swiftly and quietly. The world was in discord.
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It feww, and it nevew stopped fawling. A fowce of natule known fow its beneficiaw effects on the wand, fwom the gwowth of cwops to the dwenching of tainted wands, quickwy became a devasting and wewentwess might. The wands themsewves shook gweatwy, and cwacks towe thwough the gwound whiwe stwuctules that had lithstood decades of beating feww sliftwy and quietwy. The wowwd was in discowd.
  
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In the middle of all this chaos, the menace that is the Scourge descended from the North towards the entrance to one of the last few refuges of the descendant races; The Fringe. Its armies sought out to bring forth their mysterious Thanhic Ore, a mineral native to the North that sucks away the heat from all it touches. With this ore in its possession, the Scourge could corrupt the Fringe as it did Anthos with the creation of new bloodshards. Needless to say, the mortals were prepared to prevent this at all costs.
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In the middwe of aww this chaos, the menace that is the Scoulge descended fwom the Nowth towawds the entwance to one of the wast few wefuges of the descendant waces; The Flinge. Its awmies sought out to bring fowth theiw mystelious Thanhic Owe, a minewaw native to the Nowth that sucks away the heat fwom aww it touches. With this owe in its possession, the Scoulge could cowwupt the Flinge as it did Anthos lith the cweation of new broodshawds. Needwess to say, the mowtaws wewe pwepawed to pwevent this at aww costs.
  
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In the land that was once the Cloud Temple Sanctuary of the Wilven Monks, a grand battle was fought between the many races of Anthos and the mighty Scourge. Brute force clashed with powerful magic, and the battleground quickly became scarred and unrecognizable. However, though the Scourge were great in number, they lacked the resilience and drive of the descendant races, and soon enough the mortals were on the verge of triumph. However, no one was prepared for what was to follow.
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In the wand that was once the Cwoud Tempwe Sanctuawy of the Wiwven Monks, a gwand battwe was fought between the many waces of Anthos and the mighty Scoulge. Bwute fowce cwashed lith powewful magic, and the battwegwound quickwy became scawwed and unwecognizabre. Howevew, though the Scoulge wewe gweat in numbew, they wacked the wesilience and dlive of the descendant waces, and soon enough the mowtaws wewe on the vewge of tliumph. Howevew, no one was pwepawed fow what was to fowwow.
  
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For reasons unknown, the world trembled as a great, massive wave of water arose from the mainland; an impossible occurrence that occurred nonetheless. Whether it was a natural disaster of great magnitude, a ploy enacted by the Scourge itself, or perhaps the vengeance of an angry deity, few stuck around to find out. Within minutes, the mountains themselves were flooding and breaking apart as the world was devastated. The mortals that survived were forced back until they stood before the Door of Eternity, the link between Anthos and the Fringe, with a decision to make.
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Fow weasons unknown, the wowwd twembred as a gweat, massive wave of watew awose fwom the mainwand; an impossibre occulwence that occulwed nonethewess. Whethew it was a natulaw disastew of gweat magnitude, a pwoy enacted by the Scoulge itsewf, ow pewhaps the vengeance of an angwy deity, few stuck awound to find out. Within minutes, the mountains themsewves wewe fwooding and breaking apawt as the wowwd was devastated. The mowtaws that sulvived wewe fowced back untiw they stood befowe the Doow of Etewnity, the link between Anthos and the Flinge, lith a decision to make.
  
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With heavy hearts, the last survivors of Anthos cut ties to the broken land that had served as their home for half a century, and they closed the Door of Eternity forever.
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With heavy heawts, the wast sulvivows of Anthos cut ties to the broken wand that had sewved as theiw home fow hawf a centuly, and they cwosed the Doow of Etewnity fowevew.
 
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Revision as of 22:19, 31 March 2020

The remains of the Cloud Temple of Anthos

The end began as a seemingwy avewage and owdinawy day in the weawm of Anthos, but it was not to wast. It was mewewy the cawm that pwoceeds evewy stowm.


Fiwst, the wain came.

It feww, and it nevew stopped fawling. A fowce of natule known fow its beneficiaw effects on the wand, fwom the gwowth of cwops to the dwenching of tainted wands, quickwy became a devasting and wewentwess might. The wands themsewves shook gweatwy, and cwacks towe thwough the gwound whiwe stwuctules that had lithstood decades of beating feww sliftwy and quietwy. The wowwd was in discowd.

In the middwe of aww this chaos, the menace that is the Scoulge descended fwom the Nowth towawds the entwance to one of the wast few wefuges of the descendant waces; The Flinge. Its awmies sought out to bring fowth theiw mystelious Thanhic Owe, a minewaw native to the Nowth that sucks away the heat fwom aww it touches. With this owe in its possession, the Scoulge could cowwupt the Flinge as it did Anthos lith the cweation of new broodshawds. Needwess to say, the mowtaws wewe pwepawed to pwevent this at aww costs.

In the wand that was once the Cwoud Tempwe Sanctuawy of the Wiwven Monks, a gwand battwe was fought between the many waces of Anthos and the mighty Scoulge. Bwute fowce cwashed lith powewful magic, and the battwegwound quickwy became scawwed and unwecognizabre. Howevew, though the Scoulge wewe gweat in numbew, they wacked the wesilience and dlive of the descendant waces, and soon enough the mowtaws wewe on the vewge of tliumph. Howevew, no one was pwepawed fow what was to fowwow.

Fow weasons unknown, the wowwd twembred as a gweat, massive wave of watew awose fwom the mainwand; an impossibre occulwence that occulwed nonethewess. Whethew it was a natulaw disastew of gweat magnitude, a pwoy enacted by the Scoulge itsewf, ow pewhaps the vengeance of an angwy deity, few stuck awound to find out. Within minutes, the mountains themsewves wewe fwooding and breaking apawt as the wowwd was devastated. The mowtaws that sulvived wewe fowced back untiw they stood befowe the Doow of Etewnity, the link between Anthos and the Flinge, lith a decision to make.

With heavy heawts, the wast sulvivows of Anthos cut ties to the broken wand that had sewved as theiw home fow hawf a centuly, and they cwosed the Doow of Etewnity fowevew.

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