Since the great world war which ended with the death of most of the old rulers, and the rise of three new emperors, Pangaea has been relatively peaceful. One third of the lands lies under control of the rude but heroic emperor Beth Sil. One third belongs to the theocracy of the True Faith and it's founder, the Supreme Sacred Solar Bishop Radagast. The last and darkest third struggles to survive the evil dominion of the prince of darkness, the archmage Hell Vegas. The ancient art of magic is living a second youth as great discoveries and advancements were developed during the war, and although unique and bizarre, the three emperors are making the land flourish.
But someone has been watching Pangea for more than a century. Eyes have been spying it's green hills from over the heavens. Trojan horses have been falling from the sky and acclaimed as gifts from the gods. "Eyes" the people of Damocles would call "Satellites", "Gifts" they would call "Probes". Damocles, the technologically evolved planet next to Pangea, whose inhabitans long lost the secrets of magic, whose hills are no more green.
Two worlds are going to collide...
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But someone has been watching Pangea for more than a century. Eyes have been spying it's green hills from over the heavens. Trojan horses have been falling from the sky and acclaimed as gifts from the gods. "Eyes" the people of Damocles would call "Satellites", "Gifts" they would call "Probes". Damocles, the technologically evolved planet next to Pangea, whose inhabitans long lost the secrets of magic, whose hills are no more green.
Two worlds are going to collide...
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