I got such a cool prompt I had to do it. Also, it give me a chance to show off a cool border I made this morning.
So let's see. This was my choice:
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This is a world with a long history, a world so old that all the deep wisdom of today's magi is but a speck of sand on the long shore of eons. This is a world in which science and sorcery cycle back and forth down through the ages, the tides of one epoch washing over the other in waves, wearing it down until only remnants remain, before the process repeats once more. This age is one of high sorcery, and has been for millennia. But here and there a speck of the Old Science remains. Some of the last of this technology is jealously hoarded by the great dragon Nabela. This glittering horror is herself one of the oldest beings still living, perhaps one of the first harbingers of the current age of magic. She sleeps for centuries at a time, and the kingdoms of man go about their business with little interference. But when the dragon wakes... then, oh then, the mortal realms know true fear.
This world has gone by many names in its long, long existence. The learned men and women of the age call it Ombarion, but that is a name for dusty tomes in lamplit libraries and temples. The common folk call their land, what is known of it, anyway, The Line. It is a name derived from the most spectacular wonder of the current age, three different areas where ancient beings crafted massive pyramids into the summits of vast cliffs, cliffs too straight to be natural. And above these Lines float the Sunstones, gigantic floating hunks of rock imbued with unknowable sorcerous power. The Stones drink the sun's energy, providing a seemingly endless font of elemental magic for those powerful - or foolish - enough to seek to tap into them.
This is a place of petty kingdoms, decaying empires, and feuding city-states. The banners of a hundred hundred realms have come and gone under Nabela's half-lidded gaze, and she knows they too are mere ephemera...
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