Welcome to Isles of Illiad!

Long ago, a colony of Elves lived and ruled the Isle of Illiad. They built massive, breathtaking cities, temples and monuments spread across the islands, reached only by the way of their gorgeous horses. But the Elves grew haughty and proud of their magical achievements. They tested their ability to control the forces of nature, pushing the boundary to gain more and more... Until they went too far. A magical Cataclysm struck the island and wiped out the elves, leaving the land overpowered with wild magic, changing it and the creatures that live there...

Decades passed and the horses that were once used as mounts began to change. They became intelligent, they began to breed, and to spread. They called themselves the Primals and they agreed to bring in a new age together. They formed ranks and established laws and settlements....

However, their memories of the events prior to their awakening were hazey, and soon, the long years of servitude under the elves was long forgotten. They forgot their humble childhoods, the fact that they were slaves once too, and each Primal became selfish and proud as ony one in a position of power can. In time, they formed their own factions and took territory for themselves, squabbling among themselves over pieces of land, but one question soon began to crop up among the strongest of the Primes. There was no King. No one to rule all of the island from shore to shore.

A summit was called and they all agreed to come to decide who was the most worthy, but that discussion soon ended in strife as each Prime Lord or Lady asserted that only they were capable of being the Ruler of All. A Disagreement turned to Battle and a single Battle turned to War.

But, over time, their descendants had spread farther. As the generations grew, their lifespans shortened, eventually losing the ability to live for centuries. Their reproductive process sped up and there was a boom in mortals. And as they outnumbered their Primal leaders, the higher class, they began to think for themselves.

The mortals rebelled against the tyranny of their Primal masters, and established their own ideal for what life should be like. Content in their thrones, the Primals were blindsided by this sudden uprising and many were slain. By the time the dust settled, only five of the strongest remained. These 5 young siblings repented the sins of their forebears. They stood back and entered into dormancy, watching over their followers for all of eternity to come, and as memory faded, they were revered as gods.

However...

An evil madness has stolen into the heart and mind of the weakest willed of the five, Awakening him from his slumber... and this rot is spreading. The end times are near. Brought on by the elves and their foolish tampering with the raw forces of nature, countless centuries ago, spelling doom for all the rest of the creatures living on the Isle of Illiad. The Primal Gods are awake.

Remember this? :D
We went inactive because of the hurricane season having knocked several of us out of power, internet, and in some cases, our very homes. However, we're back! and we're stronger than EVER! With new characters, new high ranks open, and a whole new plot!

*The encroaching abyss has spread, and the light of the Aquan lands has died. Nokken and Icarus, the Aquan and Incendiary Gods, have been consumed by the darkness and with her gone, and the Aquan Avatar no where to be found, the Realm of Water has crumbled. Refugees poor into the Azoic and Incendiary lands, and a new candidate for Primal power MUST be found or the rest of Illiad will soon follow this fate. Will you be a hero? Or will you be the one that ensures destruction on this magical land?*

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Prompts
You were a travelling loner for a very long time, but since then, you have befriended an Avatar of a Realm and have been gifted with the ability to manipulate your surroundings with elemental magic! It's weak, and sometimes uncooperative with your will, but you think that in time, you will be able to master it. How do you go about training yourself? Do you seek a masters help or go it alone?

You are a loyal citizen of your realm and you've just found out that your Realm's Avatar is corrupt. They are meant to speak for their god, but instead they are using their power to gain more for selfish reasons. What do you do?

You are travelling between realms when you come across a heavily pregnant elderly mare. She's tired and thirsty and tells you that the road ahead of you is treacherous, but if you assist her in finding a water hole she will reward you. She does not elaborate on how. How do you react?