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For three decades most Orcs and Dwarves were under the influence of the Dark Voice.Then, the voices suddenly stopped ; the Elders had sacrificed themselves to free them of the Dark One's influence. The Tribesmen felt..lost.All their life they had relied on their Elders for guidance, and ever since they came to Delasphos, the Voice had directed them on what to do. That's when those who claimed they could still hear the Voice started appearing, and Cults were born. These Cults are known for blind obedience to their Leader, whom they revere, since she, or he, are their only link to the Voice, which is a shared affinity between the different Cults.Even though, each leader interprets the Voice differently, they all claim it grants them demonic powers. There are many Cults, especially in the small villages spread on the footholds of the Laughing Peak.Some have a handful of people led by someone who was charismatic enough to convince them he hears voices, without having any demonic powers. Others can be large enough to spread throughout the northern slopes of the Cihr Mountains and might even have sworn cultists within the major cities. But as we approach the capital, there is only one cult; the cult of Tharizdun. Leading this cult is Morthos, a powerful orc sorcerer with demonic body parts resembling the great old one his cult reveres. Although he doesn't treat his people harshly, no one dares question his ruling. Those who aren't fond of the status quo of the Devil's Seeds' capital tend to leave, which has turned Ord Vuzdur into the cult's headquarters.

The Astral Planes of Leth, the Mother Realm, is an entire universe, unknown to anyone that still has a breath in their body; for only the Souls of those who died may enter. In its center lies M' Or, the Heart of the Mother Realm ; a being made of pure, condensed Soul Energy. Following their orbital course around it, are the many planets of this ghostly realm. Depending on their size, each of them homes the Souls of those who lived in a certain planet, galaxy, or entire reality. Delasphos is an exoplanet, one of the smaller ones, and it's the home of all those who were once on Earth. It is inhabited by the reincarnations of these souls ; Humans and Gnomes. Or, to be precise, it used to. Everything changed when the War of Souls began.

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When the portals opened, Orcs and Dwarves came from their respective planets as they were crumbling underneath their feet. Despite Delasphos undergoing torrential blizzards, thunderstorms and volcanic explosions, both Tribes were smiling with relief. No matter how slim, they finally had a chance at survival. Deep inside the caves of the Laughing Peak, they found a place to call home.It sheltered them, and brought them together ; yet something was wrong in the very air.Both Tribes' youngs would start behaving aggressively, as if being posessed. It wasn't long before the elders started hearing them too. 'Destroy'. 'Burn'. 'Kill'. 'Die'. Dark voices would echo in their minds. Only the eldest managed to escape, and made their way south, to the Cihr Mountains. Everyone else succumbed to the dark influence, and with a flame of destruction in their eyes, they ravaged the lands. Villages were burned, women raped and men killed.It took a thirty years of mining and researching the Core of Cihr Mountains for the elders to find a way to weaken the Dark One, and free their youths. A way that cost them their lives. Since then, the lack of all,out aggression from them has allowed for trade routes to be established, especially after being present in the Clover Treaty.Minerals and Gems are flowing outwards, with the cults controlling the distribution, and the Elders providing the supply. Despite that, the rest of the world never forgot their attrocities, and the faction's name of Devil's Seeds has stuck with them.

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Year 0, Day 0, Minute 0, Second 0. It was during Nimelle's Awakening ceremony ; celebrating her imminent rise to the rank of Arch,Sorceress, that the afterlife as we knew it changed forever. Within a few seconds, there was a flash of light, an explosion and a blast wave of soul energy expanding outwards from M' Or, devastating anything it came in contact with. The closest planets, detonated instantly. On Delasphos, terraforming began. The earth split in half, mountains emerged out of nowhere, lakes started spiraling upwards into the air, mountains turned into volcanoes and in certain places time stood still.All 3 Arch Sorcerers were present ; and they agreed on one thing; we were all doomed. Yet, defiant as ever, Nimelle hugged her best friend, held her tears inside, and calmly levitated high above everyone else. She took a deep breath, and saved us with the humblest of spells ; a Drain from her left hand absorbed half of the shockwave from M' Or's energy, and she redirected that to her right hand, chanelling a super,charged Shield to block the rest. Despite the success of her insane plan, the pain of having M' Or's energy course through her body must have been beyond excruciating, because all of us still hear her screams ; and as a testament, we renamed the summit of this mountain accordingly. No longer entirely human, but more of a demi,godess, she held on long enough to save us, before fainting into a long comma.

Nimelle Dios was going to be the first Arch,Sorceress in the history of Delasphos, a title traditionally held by men. Instead, she became a demi,godess and saved our planet. She was a kind,hearted, ever,curious sorceress. Understood by a handful of people, beloved by her two friends, and shunned by most of her colleagues for her unorthodox yet highly efficient methods. She protected Delasphos by absorbing M' Or's Soul Energy, but sacrificed her humanity in doing so. She now holds powers beyond her own control, and her consciousness is often adrift. Fearing the worst, she transported the manor of her old master to the Duggen Icelands, where no road can reach it, and no eye can see it, and secluded herself in it. Despite her distance, we are still at the mercy of her whims ; when she's calm, the sky is clear. When she's happy, the earth grows.When she's sad, the atmosphere gets heavy. And if she gets angry.. volcanoes happen. So everyone is working together to keep her content.

'When our world collided with Delasphos, our two rival nations set aside their primitive clash and the years of frustrations. Bravely, we hoped against all hope, as there was so much at stake. Our very freedom was up against the ropes. The crowd understood that it was not Dark versus High, just Elf against Elf. And that neither of our nations could stand alone.' Verses by Thaduin, a survivor that witnessed the Truce between Dark and High Elves, the two Tribes that make up the Elven Pact. This very song inspired the creation of the Deadly Force Power gems ; High Elven magic, and Dark Elven combat prowess.