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TRA: Brothers of the Scar RE

TRA: Brothers of the Scar RE

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The God's of Xeno-movia have long died out, killed in the war of races against the Casarns, a brute like race that believed theirselves superior to the God's. Since the death of the God's man has taken up control of the world, dominating it's lands and sending the other races into hiding. The Dwarves hid in the mountains they so loved, the gnomes hid in the hills, the five beast races used large natural surroundings to hide away, the elves, what was left of them, hid behind their dark master's, and the orcs were banished to the scar for refusing to participate in the Gods war. Grall and Grodak, orc brothers born in the scar, had different ways of living. Grall, the younger brother, was born with the gift to speak to those of his tribe that had passed away, he became the chief of the tribe using the elders knowledge to benefit them. Grodak, the elder brother, never much cared to lead, he always preferred to create metal works in a forge. One mistake, that's all it took to force them out of their chosen roles and into another. Grall, the one who made the mistake, was banished from his tribe and forced to wonder the world. Grodak, the one who worked to fix the mistake the most and reclaim the honor that was lost, was made the new chief. Ten years later, the small mistake now hounds at the both of them as they make their way to Whitewater, in hopes they can fix the troubles they have. There they will meet imp, a genius Dasari/Pyroniam, Adrian, a charismatic human who never backs down from a fight,, especially when his friends depend on him, and Tyril, the king of Whitewater, who will send them off to find what they have been searching for this entire time. Disclaimer The Rebirth Algorithm is a product of Jarada Daedre. If you want to play a game of TRA then join us on mrpg, or play a game of your own using the 1e handbook on my page. All art is owned by the respective artist. Title page art work is the property of novadark
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

"Bro, you can't do this!" Adrian shouted, his voice mixed with emotions that seemed strange, coming from Grall's mouth.

Grall could feel an uneven smile appear across his face as he moved the blade closer to his throat. "I have to, my friend," Grall says, fumbling a bit, trying his hardest to bring Adrian's hand closer. "It's either you or me, and if I have to choose, then it must be you."

As Grall spoke, a sickening cackle echoed around them. "Yes." The voice said with a sick sense of amusement in his voice. "Who will it be, I wonder." the voice said with a grating tone.

Grall ignored the voice as he placed a hand on Adrian's mutilated face. "I'll make it quick and clean." Grall's voice sounded broken to his ears, to Adrian's ears. With the sad smile playing on his lips, he plunged the blade into Adrian's heart. The scene began to shift, and Grall found himself looking down at his brother, his sword plunged into Grodak's chest.

Grodak stared up at the man he once called brother, into his cold black eyes. He had lost all reasoning, and Grodak's voice could no longer reach him. He looked down at the sword protruding from his body, a year in his eye. He held onto the sword hand with all of his might, knowing that if he let go, he would die.

"You took her away from me!" The sorrow from his cry's washed onto Grodak skin like waves as the plant life around him withered and died.

Grodak swallowed bitter tears; he knew what he had to do to free him from this pain. He grabbed the man and brought him close, whispering in his ear. "That's right," Grodak said, swallowing bile as to not puke in disgust at what he was saying. "I killed her, and I'll do it again and again and again."

Grall, Grodak's very own brother, let out a savage howl and thrust the sword deeper into Grodak's chest, twisting the blade. As blood gushed out of Grodak's mouth, the scene came to a standstill.

The man, only known as the source, looked upon the scene in front of him and smiled. "I've watched your tale from beginning to end." He said, pausing to think. "I know of what you wish to ask of me, and I cannot deny that I wish I could grant it," he turned, looking coldly into the orc's eyes, "but I cannot grant you your wish, Grall."