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  1. Prologue:
  2. With the death of the kosmokrator and the beginning of a new pretender's war we begin our march towards the sea, towards a new future... With the armies of the gods turning their attention towards each other this is the best opportunity for us to leave for the virgin territories. Altough I don't believe a relatively large group of TAINTED leaving the BURNT STEPPES will be seen as anything but the first waves of THE RED GOD's minions coming for the war. We will have to be agile, cunning and precise to avoid the roaming armies and newly born divinities.
  3. Renouncing the power of The Red God felt like an act of desperation beyond measure, but it had to be done, we are unable to fight this war as we are right now. Without a god to turn to, in times of need, we turned to our other traditions: IDEALISM was the first one to turn to, in our desperation, the thought of better days ahead and the EXTRINSIC MAGIC that permeated our world and allowed the gods to interact with us gave us the means to keep going.
  4. Despite our harsh conditions we still maintained our NATURAL RIGHTS. Led by the nobles of our VERTICAL SOCIETY, we were already halfway to the shore and our DYNAMISM allowed us to replace those who were unnefective at leading.
  5. On our way to the shore we found some UNEXPECTED ALLIES, a group of MECHANICAs, who were walking the same path as us, who became rather fond of our trinkets, praising our APPLIED ARTS.
  6. Soon after the group started having some diverging thoughts about our voyage, but our knowledge of the LITERARY ARTS brought us word of our PROMISED LAND in the far beyond and so the unrest was stopped, specially after we managed to commit the ROBBERY OF THE CENTURY, stealing a fleet of commercial vessels who were retrofitted for war, and leaving towards the vast unknown of the ocean.
  7. But not all was well, as after a quick stop at A MYSTERIOUS ISLAND in the middle of the ocean we heard a shout from the captain:"STORM!" As violent winds blew from all sides one of our ships was separated from us but in the end we made through to live another day.
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