The Beginning
Narrator
Stay
a
while
and
lis....
Director
...
Narrator
What?
Director
...
...
...
Narrator
What
do
you
mean
copyright?
Narrator
Thats
nonse--
Director
!!!
Narrator
Ok.
Ok
fine!
Narrator
*Ahem*
Narrator
I'm
here
to
tell
you
all
of
the
Age
of
Legends.
A
time
where
heroes
walked
the
across
the
land,
way
before
Lucernia
was
broken.
Narrator
Yes,
you
heard
it
right!
This
realm
wasn’t
always
like
this.
Narrator
Once,
Lucernia
was
a
single
united
landmass,
where
all
races
coexisted
under
the
light
of
the
beacon.
Narrator
A
majestic
kingdom,
ruled
by
the
seven
goddesses
under
a
banner
of
peace
and
prosperity.
Narrator
But
like
all
other
golden
ages,
this
one
also
had
to
come
to
an
end.
Narrator
Larahmal,
one
of
the
great
lords
of
Lucernia,
in
his
thirst
for
power,
took
upon
himself
to
enslave
all
of
the
races
and
reign
supreme
over
all!
That
old
perv--
Director
!!!
Narrator
What
do
you
mean
I
can’t
say
that?
It’s--
Director
???
Narrator
Yes,
yes.
I
do
want
my
paycheck...
Director
*snicker*
Narrator
Can
I
keep
going
now?
Director
...
Narrator
Okay.
Narrator
*Sigh*
Narrator
Larahmal
managed
to
light
the
fires
of
the
long
forgotten
Hearth
of
Sin
and
imbued
with
it’s
dark
powers,
forged
an
army
powerful
enough
to
engulf
the
land
in
chaos.
Narrator
After
years
of
fighting,
it
seemed
that
Larhamal’s
strength
was
indeed
unstoppable,
and
the
people
were
starting
to
lose
faith.
Narrator
In
a
desperate
last
effort
to
stop
him,
the
Seven
Goddesses
harnessed
all
of
their
power,
and
tore
the
land
apart.
Narrator
With
their
forces
divided,
Larahmal
was
finally
beaten.
The
evil
lord
and
his
lieutenants
sealed
away
to
be
forgotten
in
their
ancient
fortresses.
Narration
Wait...
Okay
they
beat
the
evil
guy,
but
they
literally
broke
the
land
into
tiny
pieces.
Did
they
really
have
to
do
that?
Narrator
...
Narrator
They
had
finally
beaten
Larahmal,
but
the
price
had
been
steep.
Split
apart,
the
pieces
of
the
land
drifted
apart
from
each
other
further
and
further
into
the
darkness.
Narrator
In
order
to
keep
the
pieces
together,
Lucia,
the
keeper
of
the
Beacon,
harnessed
its
power
to
create
a
chain
that
would
link
the
pieces
of
the
broken
Lucernia
together.
Narrator
She
was
successful,
but
the
stress
to
the
machine
was
great,
and
the
land
became
all
but
a
shadow
of
its
former
self.
Narrator
Some
of
the
pieces,
islands,
as
they
were
now
called,
had
drifted
too
far.
Narrator
Turning
into
frozen
wastelands
where
only
a
few
could
survive.
Narrator
And
those
unlucky
enough
to
live
there
had
to
either
adapt
to
the
bitter
cold
or
leave
their
homeland.
Narrator
With
ships
being
the
only
available
method
of
travel,
piracy
and
thievery
became
commonplace.
Narrator
They
formed
crews
and
guilds,
and
established
themselves
away
from
any
armed
force,
creating
their
own
cities.
Narrator
Centuries
passed
before
the
capitals,
the
islands
ruled
by
the
goddesses,
managed
to
bring
back
a
semblance
of
order
to
the
broken
world.
Narrator
They
brought
most
of
the
pirates
to
justice,
settled
disputes
for
power
between
the
lesser
lords
and
created
guilds
to
regulate
fabrication
and
distribution
of
goods
across
Lucernia.
Narrator
Under
the
guidance
of
the
capitals,
Lucernia
prospered,
and
so
began
the
Age
of
Flight.
Narrator
Ok
this
is
boring,
when
does
the
chaos
and
destruction
part
come
in?
Director
...
Narrator
What?
Director
...........
Narrator
Now?
Director
...
!!!
Narrator
What
do
you
mean
shut
up?
You
shut
up!
Narrator
It
is
now
the
year
1112
AD
(After
Divergence),
and
the
story
of
Larahmal
was
long
forgotten
by
all,
but
the
wheel
of
fate
never
stops
turning,
and
from
the
humblest
beginnings
come
the
greatest
conquerors.
Narrator
That
blonde
bunny
over
there
is
called
Ophelia,
Ophi,
to
her
friends.
She
runs
a
mousy
tavern
in
the
good
town
of
Gouda.
Narrator
This
busy
and
cold
town
in
the
farthest
reaches
of
Lucernia
is
home
to
the
traders
guild,
led
by
the
fearsome
Bleu,
her
debt
collectors
spread
across
Lucernia,
keeping
coin
flowing
in
the
skydom.
Narrator
As
you
might
imagine,
Taverns
are
in
high
demand
this
far
from
the
Beacon,
and
that’s
why
our
young
heroine
decided
to
settle
here
to
start
her
life
as
an
entrepreneur.
Narrator
What
she
didn’t
particularly
know
though,
and
still
wish
she
didn’t,
is
how
explosive
alcohol
kegs
are.
Narrator
After
a
particularly
hilarious
accident
involving
a
banana
peel
and
a
butter
knife,
Ophelia
lost
her
Tavern
and
everything
within
it.
Narrator
Her
expenses
quickly
grew,
and
with
no
way
of
making
money,
so
did
her
tabs.
Stranded
in
the
city
of
debt
collectors
with
no
way
to
pay
her
debts,
she
eventually
decided
to
gather
the
meager
possessions
she
still
had
and,
in
a
panic,
fled
towards
the
woods.
Narrator
Bunnies,
as
you
know,
have
this
weird
knack
of
being
lucky,
I
wonder
why.
Another
thing
bunnies
are
fond
of,
are
warrens,
and
so,
to
shelter
herself
from
the
ailments,
Ophi
hid
in
a
cave
deep
in
the
forest.
Narrator
The
next
morning,
after
gathering
enough
to
eat
from
the
trees
and
drink
from
the
river,
Ophi
started
her
plan
to
skip
to
the
next
island.
A
difficult
task,
given
the
trader’s
guild
regulated
all
ships
in
and
out
of
the
harbor.
Narrator
Bored
and
out
of
options,
Ophelia
decided
to
see
how
further
this
cave
she
slept
in
went,
then
she
would
at
least
know
she
wasn’t
sleeping
in
a
bear’s
den.
Narrator
Remember
when
I
said
bunnies
were
lucky?
Well,
that
doesn’t
always
work
for
their
benefit.
Narrator
Ophelia,
walking
in
the
dim
light
of
a
branch
she
managed
to
light
on
fire,
stepped
on
a
pressure
plate.
Narrator
Ducking
low
thinking
she’d
stepped
on
some
ancient
trap,
it
took
a
few
seconds
for
her
to
stand
up
again
and
realise
she
was
still
alive
and
well
Narrator
But
she
could
feel
something
had
changed.
Narrator
She
no
longer
could
find
the
cave
entrance.
Narrator
Now
you’ve
done
it,
Ophi
she
thought
to
herself.
Trapped
in
a
cave
with
no
food,
water
or
light!
Narrator
It
was
then
she
heard
a
voice.
Like
a
garbled
whisper
carried
by
the
wind.
Narrator
Something
the
curious
Bunny
couldn’t
avoid
investigating.
Narrator
"I’m
already
lost
anyway,
what’s
there
to
lose…"
Narrator
She
walked
even
further
inside
the
cave,
trying
to
find
the
source
of
the
sound
that
was
getting
louder
and
louder,
but
never
quite
closer.
She
squinted
her
eyes
in
the
darkness,
noticing
a
rock
formation
resembling
an
archway.
Narrator
Across
it,
a
single
beam
of
light
coming
down
from
a
crack
in
the
ceiling
shone
upon
a
pedestal.
Narrator
Ophelia
felt
a
shiver
down
her
spine,
her
fur
standing
on
their
end,
however
something
still
attracted
her
to
the
pedestal...
Narrator
And
she
slowly
walked
up
to
it.
Narrator
On
top
of
the
pedestal
lie
a
palm-sized
crystal
orb,
the
light
shone
brightly
on
it,
refracting
rainbows
in
every
other
direction.
Narrator
Without
thinking,
she
reached
for
it.
Narrator
And
suddenly...
Everything...
Went...
Black...
???
...
???
