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The Versati were worshipped as Gods. Noone dared to challenge their rule exept for one race, the Ismarels. Unable to control them, the Gods cursed them making it impossible to use any form of violence. Centuries later the descendants of the great warriors became scattered and forgot the glory of their ancestors until one of them broke the rule of God. Now the wrath of the Versati will once again fall upon the Ismarels. Will he reclaim the strength of his ancestors or will he perish without ever knowing the the power of his bloodline. "At some point, unaware of it, he started considering humans as something different than himself. An ugly and treacherous beast. The distinction between man and monster became fainter. Hate filled his mind. Rage filled his heart. Loathing for the people who took everything from him. To escape the pain and despair, he used these feelings to numb his mind. He fell into a deep void, something in-between sleep and death. Deeper and deeper he dived into the darkness trying to escape the pain, both physical and mental. When everything that connected him to life seemed very far away, he found a large golden gate blocking his path into oblivion. "So this is what death is like.." he thought and, without hesitation, crossed the gate."
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