Post by HH Admin on Jun 12, 2010 16:43:35 GMT -5
• A world where the lines separating the worlds of Humans from Nonhumans has become hazy, and all the more dangerous.
• A world, where treachery and moles deep in political thresholds threaten the boundaries of peaceful coexistence for all.
• A city, alive with restless energy, each breath drawn by the violence of its inner sanctums, the fever of its unrest, and the hope of its peoples.
Twenty years ago, those of us that seemed to have any sort of difference from the Human race stuck to the shadows, mocking, teasing, and preying in the silent and unseen ways fashioned by our ancestors. Twenty years ago, more than half the population of the planet refused to believe that we existed beyond folklore and nightmares; we stayed to the shadows like those before us, echoing through the last dozen centuries in a quiet, deadly, and doomed pace.
That was twenty years ago.
The fanged, the clawed, the winged – people of alternate shapes, and bloodlines, all common in that we were all different, stepped out as one. It had to be so, for if one race would have progressed alone, extermination would have been the next and surest step. The Humans have never liked what they did not understand, and our kind, similar only in original forms, were as beyond their understanding as we could get.
On the brink of war, it was in a grudgingly accepted ultimatum that hope finally sprung. Humans, nonhumans, and all those in-between, would hide no longer – and Humans would be as safe from them as they ever could be, protected by their laws, and the new and rallying Human-rights protesters. Nonhumans would live openly, not to be discriminated against..
Recently, the NHRA (Non-Human Race Association) has been getting an onslaught of crime, threats, and uproar, from the Humans and Nonhumans alike. With societies clashing in the greatest of culture shocks, there are those that adapt – and those that fight the system. Humans are subject to their own laws and regulations, as Nonhumans are to the NHRA and the Sleuths that are employed by them (investigators that are judge, jury, and if needed, executioner, policing the Nonhumans).
Unrest has been building, from the streets to suburban homes, shuddering through the undercurrent of the world’s new society. Bottled between a sea of forest and Kessley Cove off the Atlantic, St. Luthor is the heart of all that is unsettling exigent, and the birthplace of Nonhuman rebellion..
Welcome to St. Luthor
Welcome to the new fantasy..
Welcome to the new fantasy..
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