<span style="font-weight: bold"> Bound by Fate </span><br/><br/>It's been nearly eight hundred years since the War of the Divines tore the land  of Londovall asunder, sending civilization careening into disorder and chaos. The 'Divines' as they were called, were not true gods, however, merely immensely powerful supernatural creatures who were battling each other for greater power, space, or even followers. The war was not one of mortal make, but they seemingly paid the biggest price, and over the sixteen years the war raged, the population was absolutely decimated.  Crime ran rampant, brigands who preyed on the weak or unwary filled the countryside, and it seemed like the kingdom was on the verge of collapsing in on itself.<br/><br/>Little by little villages and towns fell to fill the bellies of supernatural armies, and as the mightest heroes of the land fell one by one to the voracious hunger of a thousand different creatures, even the twinkling star of hope dimmed and was extinguished. The land itself was going to die, and only a miracle would save it's inhabitants.<br/><br/>That miracle came one night in a sudden, blinding flash. Mytics, sages, and the mightyest of wizards suspected that a single omnipotent creature had suddenly appeared, and with a wave of it's hand, either destroyed or imprisoned the warring armies. Others believed the magic of the land simply couldn't sustain their power, and they simply vanished like dust in the breeze. Others yet suspect they knew the land was in shambles, and agreed to a retreat, only to come back at a later day to finish the war when the earth had recovered it's lost energies. Whatever the case, they were simply gone, with the only trace being the residual magical energies their presence had left behind.<br/><br/>Eight hundred years later, civilization has largely recovered and rebuilt, and Londovall is once more teeming with life. Trade caravans bustle across the land, dwarven mines in the far north teem with the outflow of gold and other precious metals, and port towns are pulling in enough fish and trade to ensure their populace is rather well fed and living comfortably. Life is good for the most part, and though there's always the worm of thieves and maruders in the apple of life, things have rarely been better, and the memories and stories of the War of the Divines so long ago has been lost to history, or hidden away in old, dusty libraries.<br/><br/>At least, until recently. Strange things have started to happen. Entire towns disappearing into the night without a single trace or footprint. Convoys of soldiers returning home seemingly drained of the will to live, their bodies mere husks with little feeling or emotion. The spells of powerful mages have begun to backfire, oftentimes resulting in them simply...vanishing, as if into thin air...<br/><br/>At the same time, the discovery of powerful 'wells' of magic has turned into a mercenaries dream, clergymen and mages and warlocks all vying for control of these 'points of power', some nestled away in the center of newly-constructed towns, and others hidden away in the furthest, most dangerous reaches of the wilderness. The competeing companies vie with each other for control of these locations for their patrons, and in turn are rewarded with large sums of coinage, or in the cases of the larger, more powerful mages (and the wells they seek), estates.<br/><br/>Needless to say, life is good for mercenaries...and deadly.<br/><br/>You are one such mercenary, sent out into the countryside by the Leon Duscal,  mayor of Port Tyval, a scummy little town along the western edge of the 'Firecoral coast'. Still, the money he is offering is good, and it's supposedly one of the smaller wells - it can't be THAT dangerous, can it...?<br/><br/><br/>*********************************<br/><br/>Vore in this world - Most everyone is capable of vore, but the average commoner NEVER gets the chance to experience it.In most civilized places, it's frowned upon, especially by the city watch who may take appropriate actions if people begin to vanish off the streets. Of course, it's also incredibly easy to hide the evidence after a long night's digestion, and it's a rather effective way of getting rid of the unlikables. Yet, numerous are the bounty-hunters who'd rather return a mostly-digested mass inside of their stomachs, or a handful of belongings, to collect on the reward.<br/>Vore is commonplace, and not only for food. Erotic pleasure, a thrill, any number of different reasons, and everyone's desires are their own. One thing is universal though - it feels AMAZING, far beyond the pleasures of even the most well-cooked food, and for some, that is simply enough. The inherant magic inside of each individual is released as they're digested, and that 'energy' transfers directly into the predator, resulting pleasant tingles, outright pleasure, or any other number of different things.<br/><br/>Vore is common - just don't get caught doing it in front of the constable! x3 Of course, the seedier cities will have very little law, and for the most part, it'll be overlooked....>:3<br/><br/><br/><br/>((OOC will go in brackets like this! I'll get into more of the 'story' after everyone's characters are made and we get this under way! ^_^ If you have ANY questions, feel free to ask me! Let the character creation commence! ))