The sins of the past were written with the blood of civilization. Things would never be the same again for a world that had been devastated by a worldwide conflict that left empires, republics, tribes, and everything else in shambles. The dregs of humanity that managed to survive were forced to move on and become nomads in a world that was going to eat them alive for the next decades.<br/><br/>That was the story that those in the few permanent establishments were told time and again.<br/><br/>Alaric Maison sat on the front porch of his home, looking up at the star strewn sky. Things had been relatively peaceful in the Nitro Faction domain. Except for when the Children of Nyx went on another of their missions and tried to convert whomever they possibly could. The Children of Nyx always stirred up trouble wherever they were because they believed in the craziest things out there. But, of course, Nitro Faction law protected their religious beliefs. Most people refused to believe in a God or Goddess that would let things get this bad.<br/><br/>Alaric sighed and ran a hand through his dusty brown hair. He had just gotten home from a long job outside of the walls of the small burg of Teal. There weren't many walled cities in the world, but Teal was one of them. It was also one of the largest and most well protected havens in all of the world.<br/><br/>Alaric never usually spent too much time there, though. He was always off on some odd job or another. He had even posted an ad in the weekly gazette saying he was looking for work. Alaric simply assumed that one of the few wealthy people would have some sort of shipment for him to protect, and he'd be sent off once again before too long. Alaric had a very solid reputation, so he never had to wait very long for work. He was well built. There were a few scars on his body, and he'd had a few close shaves with death. But, he was a very sturdy man at the age of 26.