-The sands, seas, lakes & lulls all throughout the 7 Planes of Kundra trembled & truncated. The soil shook and shivered as the indigo waters grew pale and the skies an iridescent spectrum of radiation—ruby rays and opal overcast stained the heavens and the highlands in evanescent emeralds. Groves became golden, and acres had become amethyst with sapphire slopes alike. The brilliant world became more brilliant and brighter, colors more cruel and palettes more passionate than any naked eye had been exposed to on the Mother World. The blinding & belligerent beacon streaked across the night sky as luminous as Lucifer’s fall from grace. Demons screamed up from out of the bowels of the 7 Hells, and the deep fires of the earth belched up like a morn sick maiden, whose belly is as full as the Strawberry Moon. Flash and fulgor, blaze and brimstone bucked & buckled against the belt of the world; and caused the great wall to waver and shutter above and beneath the barrier of lands and sea. Valley-wide wind tunnels, horrendous hurricanes, sweeping storms & tumultuous tidal waves occurred in every realm on every plane. The thick, icy, chromatic plume fractured until an unperceivable chunk broke off from the bulk and barreled off into the epicenter of Kundra. Crimson, copper & canary, colored canyon & cascaded across canopies in every cardinal direction. The slender shard which had fragmented from the whole, soared down through the clouded cosmos, setting aflame treetops, terraces, faun, fauna, and faunas within its pristine path. Beneath the blazing beacon, below brick, boulder, bog & basin, lie a cavernous labyrinth of long forgotten canyons & chasms. There are, however, some whom still remember them. The people of M?kareus use these subterranean regions as a rite of passage. Their patron god was born a mortal man and climbed to the peak of the Mountains of M?kar, ascending to deification at its zenith. Subsequent tradition demands that every “of age” citizen of their clan climb the hidden mountain peak and blow the Horn of Hadyr to achieve status & adult recognition in their communities. Such was the case with the young M?kari girl, who scaled those cliffs as the 1st World Wonder returned to the planes, on its ancient elliptical journey throughout the heavens around the Mother World.

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  The Mountains of M?kar have no need of the comet’s splendor to be splendid, however; as the roofs of the vast, far reaching caverns, are among the very foundations of the Rainbow Bridge network: An intricate system of 32 intersecting continental land bridges which allow for uninterrupted cross continental transit & trade; fast travel, however, is possible only for those with Rainbow Blood.

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  She’d nearly reached the summit when the entire cliff face began to tremble under her tiny fingers & feet. Sift shifted the traction of stones braced by her heels, and she stared into the eyes of her father, mother, and 7 older brothers as she plummeted into the unseen depths below them. Her screams could be heard echoing for what must have seemed like forever in the ears of her kinsmen and clan. She thought about what spells to use but could not focus one to the forefront of her fading consciousness. The girl cursed herself for how little attention she oft paid during her magical studies.

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  There are 7 schools of “mana manipulation” within the 7 Planes of Kundra. Mana (i.e. Father’s Flour & or Mother’s Milk) is the very fuel for all supernatural phenomena; as it is the very blood of the Dead Gods (6 unholy “Dark Ones” whom were overthrown and cast into the “Abyss Beyond;” after siding with the Storm God in the celestial civil war). The people of M?kareus are practitioners of the 3rd Branch (The School of Soru), which pertains to the 3 Disciplines of Sorcery: Word Soru (Spoken spellworks, oft times, long-winded and of devastating efficacy), Wage Soru (That which requires gestures, solely, to invoke & deploy), and Weir Soru (The utmost arduous & time-consuming spells to master; which are activated via thought & thought alone).

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  The M?kari youth was a self-styled warrior woman, and thus, hardly adept in Word Soru and totally inept in the remaining two disciplines. Her words must have been caught in her throat from the heart-wrenching and soul-snatching expressions on her parents’ faces. Her Pa had been so proud of her that morning, and her full-moon mother, ready to deliver any day, still delivered her breakfast in bed. The pit of her father’s stomach was sinking as her pregnant mother sank into the soil and soiled herself while sobbing uncontrollably. Two of her brothers corralled their inconsolable father while the youngest 5 cradled their weeping mother. The hot air far below her wafted up and around her like the foul breath of something long dead (Mind you, no living thing has ever existed in those depths she plummeted into). She fell long enough to nap and still awaken in time to witness her own death. Rather the fall had broken her body, or her body had broken her fall, was of no consequence; the outside world had caved in on her, and her insides had come out all over the caves. The M?kari girl hit the top of her head first, cracking open her skull between her brow, from her holstered horn, before snapping her neck. Her heart burst open in her chest prior to her intestines, but not before rupturing her sternum all the way down to her pelvic bone. Her blood poured out slowly like a pitcher of water into the dry, cracked, ground radicles (As all the light of the world faded into absolute night; and absolute nothing)…