Damned

"Power.
Only five letters, yet so strong a word it is. Such things as power possess the mind and soul of man, like a desiese, one that's spreading faster than AIDs itself as they grasp greedily at what they call happiness. Truly, if power brought happiness, than why do even the greatest of leaders die a cold, lonely death as they come to the realization that those they thought were their friends would merely shove them aside without a second thought to obtain what this fallen man has left behind; the power, the authority. Sure, they will be sad, but that wouldn't last long as they endorsed themselves in the riches of being on top. Oh, but the possessions of this world are worthless. They will soon see that."

Long ago, the world of Azerai lived in peace and harmony, there were no rivalries, there was no superior race.
There was single king of the notorious world, and the thrown took no favoritism to any race, because, in this time, race didn't exist as a word. They were merely one population with different lifestyles. But, then, everything went out of control when the Damma accused the Renoka of killing the king, so that their leader might assume the throne. The Damma declared a law: All Renoka must be captured and turned into the Doc' Marra for exectution immediatly. Anyone who did not comply with this law, would be executed among the Renoka as traitors.
Now, the Renoka are an extinct race, or so the Damma think...

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