Okami
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100 years. Camor has only seen 100 years of peace. Compared to the centuries, maybe even millennia, of war and conquest, this peace has barely begun. There’s still some older vampires out there who remember what life was like before the Camor Empire struck their kingdom, crushed their armies, and beheaded their royal family. The Sanguine Kingdom and the Empire had been at war for as long as either existed. Life wasn’t easy, rationing supplies, waiting for the sound of war horns, praying your husband, son, or brother would return from the army alive, it wasn’t easy for the kingdom of vampires, but they were free.
When the werewolf army marched upon the walled capital city, the vampires knew their time of freedom was at an end. Marching alongside the werewolves were the feathered and scaled folk from the south, the quetzal, mages who controlled the weather. Hailstones as big as heads shattered armor, lightning ignited homes, and tornadoes swept up soldiers. The werewolves were mostly there for show at the end. They let their hired muscle do all the work, they just cleaned up after.
The werewolves seemed to like the Sanguine Kingdom’s capital city and made it their own. Their people moved in, their royal family even, as did other races that bowed down to the Empire. Little of the remaining architecture was changed, what changed was the inhabitants. As if punishment for holding out for so long the vampires were treated as second-class citizens, evicted from their homes to allow other species to move in, taunted for their needs, and sometimes killed. They had to hide. So hide they did, the vampires of the city moved into the ghettos and slums, forming gangs to protect themselves and their loved ones. Laws didn’t apply in the slums.
Years passed and eventually more tolerant werewolves rose to power and attempted to right some of the countless wrongs dealt to the vampires, but the damage was already done. Vampires were untrusting and kept to themselves. They lost everything to the Camor Empire, they were not about to offer the empire a chance to hurt them again. Today they still function in their gangs they call “clans”, taking care of their own and cautious of Imperial Species. The slums have opened up more and guards patrol them, though both vampires and werewolves have not forgotten the generations of animosity.
The young Emperor Markus of Camor, in an attempt to help pacify the Quetzal Kingdom after a bizarre murder of one of their own dignitaries occurred within the city limits, has posted adds across the city. The quetzals, and to a lesser extent the werewolves and selkies, have had a curiosity about what is on the other side of Ienus and Markus has announced a mission to take a fleet of his own ships manned by the people of Camor, Oceana, and Quetzal to explore the dark side of their world and to come back with information and artifacts. Considering no one who has ventured out there has ever returned, the odds of coming home are pretty slim but the promise of fame, fortune, and political power upon return is tantalizing. The expedition sets out today.
When the werewolf army marched upon the walled capital city, the vampires knew their time of freedom was at an end. Marching alongside the werewolves were the feathered and scaled folk from the south, the quetzal, mages who controlled the weather. Hailstones as big as heads shattered armor, lightning ignited homes, and tornadoes swept up soldiers. The werewolves were mostly there for show at the end. They let their hired muscle do all the work, they just cleaned up after.
The werewolves seemed to like the Sanguine Kingdom’s capital city and made it their own. Their people moved in, their royal family even, as did other races that bowed down to the Empire. Little of the remaining architecture was changed, what changed was the inhabitants. As if punishment for holding out for so long the vampires were treated as second-class citizens, evicted from their homes to allow other species to move in, taunted for their needs, and sometimes killed. They had to hide. So hide they did, the vampires of the city moved into the ghettos and slums, forming gangs to protect themselves and their loved ones. Laws didn’t apply in the slums.
Years passed and eventually more tolerant werewolves rose to power and attempted to right some of the countless wrongs dealt to the vampires, but the damage was already done. Vampires were untrusting and kept to themselves. They lost everything to the Camor Empire, they were not about to offer the empire a chance to hurt them again. Today they still function in their gangs they call “clans”, taking care of their own and cautious of Imperial Species. The slums have opened up more and guards patrol them, though both vampires and werewolves have not forgotten the generations of animosity.
The young Emperor Markus of Camor, in an attempt to help pacify the Quetzal Kingdom after a bizarre murder of one of their own dignitaries occurred within the city limits, has posted adds across the city. The quetzals, and to a lesser extent the werewolves and selkies, have had a curiosity about what is on the other side of Ienus and Markus has announced a mission to take a fleet of his own ships manned by the people of Camor, Oceana, and Quetzal to explore the dark side of their world and to come back with information and artifacts. Considering no one who has ventured out there has ever returned, the odds of coming home are pretty slim but the promise of fame, fortune, and political power upon return is tantalizing. The expedition sets out today.
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