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For centuries the human race has been slowly pushed off of the continent of Anea, driven into the sea and into near extinction, those that remained were turned into slaves by the numerous races inhabiting the larger continents of Anea, Kypher, and Suaum. Almost two centuries had passed since the last of humanity had retreated into the acidic, volcanic, acrid waists known as Zivimyrm but eventually they called it home. The harsh environment led to harsh people, brutish people, who ached for revenge enacted upon their ancestors. For centuries the races of Anea, Kypher, and Suaum minded their time, living "luxurious" lives when compared to the humans of Zivimyr. No one cared for the waists called Zivimyr, the humans could keep it and keep it they did, until the outsider came and brought gifts to the humans. To them he gave his secrets, his secrets for machines, for weapons, for technology never before seen. Iron clad beasts bellowing black smoke roamed the lands of Zivimyr and flying machines soared in the skies. Ships of iron ruled the waves off of their coasts as did their sleek underwater boats. They carried weapons of fire and smoke and lead, all the while the Aneans and Kephers toiled with their steam toys and cast iron wonders, living their lives in lavish luxury... until the humans of Zivimyr came, and blackened their skies with smoke and flying machines.

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For centuries the human race has been slowly pushed off of the continent of Anea, driven into the sea and into near extinction, those that remained were turned into slaves by the numerous races inhabiting the larger continents of Anea, Kypher, and Suaum. Almost two centuries had passed since the last of humanity had retreated into the acidic, volcanic, acrid waists known as Zivimyrm but eventually they called it home. The harsh environment led to harsh people, brutish people, who ached for revenge enacted upon their ancestors. For centuries the races of Anea, Kypher, and Suaum minded their time, living "luxurious" lives when compared to the humans of Zivimyr. No one cared for the waists called Zivimyr, the humans could keep it and keep it they did, until the outsider came and brought gifts to the humans. To them he gave his secrets, his secrets for machines, for weapons, for technology never before seen. Iron clad beasts bellowing black smoke roamed the lands of Zivimyr and flying machines soared in the skies. Ships of iron ruled the waves off of their coasts as did their sleek underwater boats. They carried weapons of fire and smoke and lead, all the while the Aneans and Kephers toiled with their steam toys and cast iron wonders, living their lives in lavish luxury... until the humans of Zivimyr came, and blackened their skies with smoke and flying machines.