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Legend of Perfection

Long before the first humans appeared on Earth, the world was ruled by dragons. Dragons were gods in mortal body, imprisoned just to break free one day. There was a total of 120 low rank dragons and 13 dragon elders, the strongest of all dragons. Each dragon symbolized one aspect of ether life or death. Only the strongest of all elders,  Ajuksti (In dragon it means "White Fang"), did not symbolize anything, he was life and death themselves at same time.
Dragons were incredibly powerful, but also incredibly egoistic and sadistic. If they could, they would exterminate each other without any doubts. Only the might of Ajuksti kept everything in order.
But not for long.
Five millenia later after Ajuksti became dragon elder, some younger dragons became so power-thirsty, they decided to defeat Ajuksti and become elders themselves. The source of all problems was Dh'ian, the Black Sun, who respresented Greed. He always was the worst dragon of all, always seeking power and superiority over other dragons. He did everything to be the strongest.
The dragons that were rioting against Ajuksti were defeated, the inexperience and youngsters hot heads made all the difference in battle against Ajuksti, who, with the help of Xcint ("The Voice of the Skies") destroying the traitors without trace. But it was too late.
Disease was spreading.
Virus caught all of them.
Soon after the defeat of dragons, Dh'ian, who did not offend Ajuksti publicly and so evaded death, began another campaign to become Elder.
This time he persuaded more blood-thirsty brothers and sisters to join him, and started Dragon War.
Dragons were fighting furiously, killing each other without mercy, exterminating their kind.
When only 27 dragons remained alive, some dragons understood that the war was not going anywhere but extinction. But they did not do anything to stop it, afraid to disappear, as their brothers and sisters would kill them on the spot.
But nothing can be stopped entirely, their mind was filled with hate.
When Hijon ("Lord of the Ocean"), who symbolized Sacrifice, killed himself because of pain and shame for his kind, two of the dragons, Triol ("Earth Warrior") and Akunkt ("Enlightment"), the Despair and Hope, secretly made an alliance. They decided to stop fighting and create their own world with no pain or tears. They left battlefield which covered entire planet and went to other dimension.
There they worked hard to create a world their own homeworld once used to be. World with no pain. World with to thirst. World with no hunger. World with no blood.
Perfect World.
Triol and Akunkt succeeded.
They created a world they loved and wanted to love forever.
While they were creating, other dragons were destroying.
Xcint and Ajuksti, after others were destroyed, became the only dragons that stood in the way of Dh'ian and few of his comrades, who were lucky (or maybe unlucky) enough to survive the Dragon War.
Both Ajuksti and Xcint understood that Dh'ian will never stop, he will try to become Elder, even if there will be no-one to see his triumph. They decided to give him one more, the final battle.
Both of them fought like beasts of anger and fury, they killed nearly all of enemies. But Ajuksti was killed in battle, after destroying all enemies but Dh'ian.
Xcint, who was weaker than Dh'ian, refused to give up and acknowledge Dh'ian as a new leader, and decided to seal Dh'ian for eternity, as he was unable to kill him.
Dragons had their own magic, extremely powerful, yet very rarely usable and forbidden as dragons were incredibly powerful already.
Xcint used all his life energy to create a devastating curse that would trap Dh'ian in other dimension forever.
He succeeded, but only because Dh'ian did not expect such desperate move. The success cost Xcint his life, but Dh'ian was trapped in other dimenstion.
That dimension later was called the Underworld.
Triol and Akunkt continued to rule the world they created, but even though dragons had extremely long life span, they weren't immortal. First Triol, and few thousand years later Akunkt both died, their souls left their mortal flesh and blood and were placed on the sky among the stars.
But on dragon remained.
Dh'ian.
Even though he was trapped, his might was still great.
He was trying to break free of the Underworld, but even his strength and intelligence couldn't break the seal that was created out of Xcint's life.
Dh'ian eventually died too, but his peaceless soul continued to spread chaos through the Underworld.
At times his spirit is breaking out of the Underworld just for instance, but that is enough for shards of Dh'ian's soul to spread across other dimensions.
Perfect World is no exception.
The shards of Dh'ian's soul uppon coming here transform into creatures of pure evil - Wraiths. Each Wraith is piece of Dh'ian power and might.
Wraith's could easily destroy Perfect World, but unfortunately for them, Triol and Akunkt before their end created warriors to protect the world both of them loved more than life itself.
And so Humans and Untamed, Elves, Earthguard and Tideborn stand in evil's way and protect the world that was given to them by the Hope and Despair, who infused their goals and dreams into these small, yet incredibly powerful fighters.
It was said Evil will never end. But that doesnt matter. Perfect World has defenders that are always ready to push evil soul of Dh'ian back to the Underworld.
And that will not change as long as there are any Evil in the Perfect World, which later was called Orionum,
Overworld in human and The Last Dream in Dragon.

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Long long ago, There was a world of prosperity. A small country, Bordered by a few small islands, Isolated from the outside world. Life was calm and crops were plenty. A deity named Pan Gu kept order and peace throughout the land. Everyone was happy and quarrel was rare. Until one day, A strange man was seen, Walking through the land, holding many a weapon, throbbing with demonic forces. Everywhere he walked, the ground would rot and dry, rivers and lakes would recede and become polluted and animals would twist into creatures of horrific nightmares. Rumors spread throughout the land, terror and panic following. Entire villages would move out of the mans wrathful path. As he continued his trek, corrupting the Perfect World, The god of the world, Pan Gu heard of this man, And decided to intervene and end his destruction.

Or so he hoped.

After a long and furious battle, He overpowered Pan Gu, killing the deity, and in turn, becoming one. He was a wrathful god, Using his demonic powers to wreak havoc across the lands. Simple animals became twisted beasts, hellbent on maiming everything they could see. Many small villages were destroyed almost instantly, only those with guards standing strong. The diety still wreaks havoc in his own way, and once a week, challenges the fighters of Perfect World. His name was Ares.

As time went on, many people gave up, resigning themselves to repeating everything when asked, Soulless and unfeeling. They were often simple townspeople and merchants. However some people wouldn't give Ares the satisfaction. They formed groups, and tried to reclaim territory, fighting each other for the purer lands, all wanting the glory of removing the Taint. Others would stay alone, Hunting the weak and few in the lands not protected by guards or factions for their spoils and reputation.

Others would give gold, sacrifice and magical items to Ares, becoming beings no worse than the monster themselves, to gain treasures and wealth beyond a normal heroes grasp. However they were eternally cast out of the community, Shunned and hated and wherever they were seen, mobs and people would shout abuse and attack. Ocassionally you can still walk through a town and hear the screaming noise..."DONATOR! CASH SHOPPER! SKILL>GEAR"

Ares occasionally preyed on the stronger fighters, turning them into horrific mockeries of their former selves, and confining them to the eternal torture of a dungeon, being resigned to getting slayed by heroes, and the wonderful treasure they were given by Ares, that they could never use or touch, would be taken by the heroes as spoils of war.

However, Ares is slowly being pushed back. Not only are factions fighting, But whole nations are fighting against his will. Maybe one day, A great and merciful hero will slay him, And ascend to a celestial deity, and purge the land of his Taint.


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Long, long ago,
The world was a terrible place, full of ashes and ruin.
Carnage, the god of Destruction-he streaked throughout this world, wreaking havoc and cackling as he watched the inhabitants suffer.
As the blood and filth built up, the people and creatures attempted to escape the terrible world. However, this had been predicted by Carnage and the world had no exit. Once a creature entered, there would be no escape. Not now, not ever.
There, Death had no rule over the inhabitants. Instead, there was pain, misery, torture, and madness.
The chain of slaughter would continue, for endless eons, for the inhabitants had no way to escape the wrath of Carnage. Over and over again, they would be killed, tortured, or driven to madness..but once they died, they would revive once more to continue the cycle.
But one day, Carnage set upon the world a demonic flame. This flame incinerated the world, and caused the inhabitants great pain. They would be burnt alive, only to revive and die once more. It gave Carnage great satisfaction, as he watched the lowly inhabitants repeatedly burning.
The smoke from the fires would rise up, high into the air, only to be quenched by wind or rain. But it slowly built up, and gradually, gradually, it passed through the wind and the rain, to reach the heavens.
The great god, the Creator, saw the smoke. The world that Carnage had created had not been visible to him before, but as the smoke rose, he saw what was happening in the world.
The Creator was outraged at the harm being done in the world that Carnage had created, in the cruelty, the misery, the horribleness of it all. At once, he decided to create another world, a more perfect, wonderful place for the people and creatures to live in. There, they could pursue their dreams, and find true happiness, he believed.
The Creator began to make a beautiful, perfect world. Upon this world, he placed the most scenic of places-lush, green trees, beautifully crafted cities, snowy plains with frost-covered trees, and warm green valleys, where cherry blossoms would bloom.



As he finished, he created an entrance to his world, from the other one-an entrance into this utterly beautiful, perfect, and even epic world.
The inhabitants from the world full of chaos streamed into this new world, hoping for a bright future. And in this new world, they had one, and they could live happily and cheerfully without worry.
...
However, Carnage, who had not been there while his world's inhabitants had left, returned, and viewed the desolate wasteland. The filth and blood, and the stench of mud and death were still there-but his wonderful, entertaining inhabitants who would repeatedly die were not there.
He discovered the entrance, the glowing, magical portal to the Creator's world.

It shone, with all it's brilliance, in his terrible world, and it made him feel horrible, indeed. Carnage vowed his revenge, swearing that the Creator had not defeated him yet.
He traveled to the depths of hell, and the underworld, and from the deep, dark pits of Tartarus, he brought back an unholy sprite. With it, he created abominations-parasites, viruses, and diseases-that would infect his previous inhabitants, and bring ruin to their new, perfect world.
Carnage released those filthy parasites, viruses and diseases-inside the perfect, beautiful world. They rapidly began to spread, infecting animals and turning them hideous monsters.
The humans took shelter, in the cities, huddling among themselves and preventing the spread of the terrible infections outside of the cities-that, for some reason, would not enter the cities.
They began to develop their own technologies, so that they could combat the evil of the infections and the monstrous horde that it had created.
As they did so, they attracted the attention of the Creator, who saw them trying to desperately defend themselves. From the heavens, he sent down powerful weapons, and armour, for the humans to clad themselves in. He also sent down holy powers, that could be used to purify the monsters and make them recover their original forms. The Creator of the world made it so that if the people were to go on various quests, or complete missions, they would receive gracious rewards from him that would help them survive-for he did not wish for them to become reliant on him.
At first, the humans happily received the gifts, and they followed his wishes by purifying the monsters. They were not infected, as the powers and the armour kept out the diseases and parasites. If they were to die, they could revive, to live again and again.
However, over time, the humans became greedy and began to horde the rewards. They created groups, called "Factions", and some shared their gifts within those factions and with their friends. Others kept to themselves, and stashed away whatever they recieved.
Eventually, the humans also became lazy. Although the powers were holy, and could purify the monsters, they could also destroy the monsters-the powers could kill them, or hurt them very badly.
Many decided to pick up their arms, and their armour, and to slay the monsters-so that they would be gone and would not get contaminated again. Over time, they eventually stopped purifying them (except for in rare cases), and merely slayed them-even though they had found that the monsters would regenerate from their rotting remains.
Many of the humans begane to eventually form different, larger groups. Each group evolved to have its own characteristics, and special traits. These groups were, at first, the Elves, the Humans, and the Untamed. Soon, two groups that had not evolved yet became the Tideborns and the Earthguards.
Though there was some friendship between the newly evolved races, they were mostly at war with each other. Different types of armour were changed, so that only some of the races could wear them. They began to figure out how to forge new weapons and equipment from materials, which they could gather from slaying monsters, as well as making objects that they could use to fly-which they called flyers. They tamed many wild monsters with, at times, cruel tactics, and made the monsters carry them to their destinations. The society of this world progressed much, as the streets became paved and many more people became civilized.
However, the races were not yet satisfied with their development, and each race split into two classes-so that they could do multiple things in a single race. With these new classes, the races waged war against one another, and bloody battles commenced to gain control. They forgot about the past, when they or many of the people that they knew would experience brutal pain on the world that Carnage had created.
Eventually, as the wars died down and they formed alliances, the individual peoples began to be more aggressive and have bigger goals. Many aimed to be one of the most powerful people on their world, and tried their hardest to do so-mowing down others in a bloody bath, in their quest to reach the top.
Now, the once perfect world has been ruined with much despair. However, there is still light at the end of the tunnel. The inhabitants have experienced hardships, and pain, and misery, but now, they may choose how they live.
So, will you join them? Your future lies within yourself, and no-one else may dictate it. Think wisely, for if you choose a dark, lonely path, you may never see the light again.

~END
FINISHED! (I just modified my To be continued story >.>)
I'm PRETTY sure it all makes sense. not 100%. since I stopped and started over and over again ;-; so it might be a bit bumpy. mehhhhhhh.
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At the begging of the Perfect World there were only three classes, humans which were blademasters, the ones fighting with swords, and wizards the ones using magic, untamed, the cursed humans who became animals, barbarians and venomancers and the most pure class, winged elves, the healers priests and the fighters, archers. One day two new classes came to the Perfect Word, tideborns, who came from the deepest see and earthguards, who were born for a mistake of the wizards.
At first the original classes tried to make peace with the new ones, thinking that they deserve a place, as the untamed, being cursed, they still lived in peace, but not much after tideborns and earthguards made their cities they started to believe they are better than the old classes, they deserve a better place, so the War started, each class blaming each other for letting them in the Perfect World.
Blademasters being selfish asked the wizards to create an spell that will help them in battles, so the wizards came with a spell that made em to be able to fight without eating... but the other classes found out about this spell and they paid wizards to give the secret of the spell, wizards always looking for money they accepted so in the end all classes got the spell. For the good of the city and their own people, a lot of men, women and even children gave up on their lives to become a NPC, a person without a soul helping the fighter, without being able to move.
After many years of fights, new spells created, new skills, wizards created the most terifing spell, a spell that turned people into monsters, as soon as all wizards learned the spell the Perfect World became the Imperfect World, full of monsters wanting to kill any kind of person that pass them.
But, the cursed women learned how to tame this monster and use them in battle, the untamted become more and more powerful but this didn't help at ending the War...
There started to be more and more monsters, even started killing each other, so monsters become powerful too, some of then even leading the others, they started invading the cities, killing people and turning them into monsters, by time there were less and less fighters...
To save what was left of the Perfect World all classes decided to end the War, to make peace, and save their world, but there were still people against this peace, they were born as fighters, if they couldn't fight humans they started to get bored since monsters weren't so powerful when they were killed in a group.
People started to create groups named Factions or Guilds, to fight the monster and the people who were against the peace.
There are still fights, the battlefields became graves for those forgotten, all you can see is blood... and there are still great fighters trying to keep the peace, and make their World what it used to be....
Last Edit: July 02, 2013, 10:21 pm by Ely♥



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FINISHED! (I just modified my To be continued story >.>)
I'm PRETTY sure it all makes sense. not 100%. since I stopped and started over and over again ;-; so it might be a bit bumpy. mehhhhhhh.

This story is brilliant, it encompasses everything within Perfect World and even mentions Epic !!  Well written EE.

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You guys, these are all so creative. Like aaaamg. So, I've decided to give you all the prize listed in the first post. c': Thank you for participating.


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