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« on: May 14, 2015, 01:39:27 am »
Elodie hesitated for a while before answering, long enough to possibly make the others wonder if she would answer at all. Finally, she spoke.
"When I was young, I heard legends about a large rock that fell from the stars countless Coldtimes ago, destroying a magical city and killing almost all of the People. After that, we returned to the land and all of our magic slowly failed. Our most advanced weapons were blackpowder guns, and they were rare. Most made do with swords and bows." The woman shrugged, jostling her light-red hair. "I know now that a meteor or asteroid must have crashed into my world centuries ago and destroyed the planetary capitol, and with it almost all of our technology. At the time, it was only a fairy tale. I had no idea that magic could still exist until the slavers took me away to fight in the slave pits on other worlds."
