Sword and Sorcery
The ancients called it Echo— the invisible breath that held the world together. The source of fire in the bone, and storm in the soul. We called it magic. Then came skyscrapers, satellites, the endless scroll. We learned to split atoms, speak across oceans, cure what once killed gods. Human marvels—iron birds, glass hearts, digital dreams. And still… the world whispers. Because here on Terra, magic never left. It just learned to live beside us
Author's Note: “We were never meant to forget.”
The ancients called it Echo—
the invisible breath that held the world together.
The source of fire in the bone, and storm in the soul.
We called it magic.
Then came skyscrapers, satellites, the endless scroll.
We learned to split atoms, speak across oceans, cure what once killed gods.
Human marvels—iron birds, glass hearts, digital dreams.
And still…
the world whispers.
Because here on Terra,
magic never left.
It just learned to live beside us.
In the alleys, in the veins of cities, in the breath between seconds.
In the crack of thunder beneath your touchscreen.
In the blade that hums when you’re alone.
In the child who awakens at ten and burns.
We gave the world a name.
We call it Genius—a planet of invention and memory.
A place where miracle meets machine.
Where a spell may light a cigarette.
Or level a city block.
Where gods now wear hoodies,
And monsters sue you in court.
Some say tech will outgrow magic.
Others say magic is letting us believe that.
But here’s the truth—
Magic is not a thing of the past.
It’s the beating heart of now.
And the Circle still turns.
Welcome to Terra.
The fable world.
The future carved from echoes.
Made by Lowki.
Played | 9 times |
Cloned | 0 times |
Created | 27 days ago |
Last Updated | 2 days ago |
Visibility | Public |

Kaelin Darksong
Level 3 True Pactbound Pactbound -
A somber, wrestling figure with a presence that commands silence and respect. His very existence seems to draw the life force out of the air around him.
Details
Race | True Pactbound |
Class | Pactbound |
Level | 3 |
Alignment | |
Pronouns | He/Him |
Location | -7072, 1999 |
Skills
Acrobatics
Animal Handling
Arcana
Athletics
Deception
History
Insight
Intimidation
Investigation
Medicine
Nature
Perception
Performance
Persuasion
Religion
Sleight Of Hand
Stealth
Survival
Ispreparedcaster
Isspellcaster
Currencies
PulseCredit | 0 |
PulseCredit | 0 |
PulseCredit | 0 |
appearance
A tall, gaunt figure draped in tattered black robes that seem to absorb all light. His face is deathly pale, with deep-set, hollow eyes that hold an ancient weariness. A cage on his back, filled with shattered Pact relics, rattles ominously with his movements.
personality
Kaelin is a somber and introspective individual, haunted by the ghosts of his past. He moves with a deliberate slowness, as if weighed down by the burdens of his own mortality. Entrance: Dragged to the ring in a coffin-cage by iron-chained mourners, black flags waving. The arena sound cuts out except for a single tolling bell—then silence.
Finisher: Grave Silence — A brutal choke-lift into a body-slam so hard it causes the arena lights to flicker. Opponents are dragged beneath the ring by stage crew styled as grave diggers.
Signature Move: Sepulcher Slam — Powerbomb with both wrists chained to his opponent’s waist, used when he’s too wounded to throw full punches.
backstory
Lore: Declared legally dead seven times during TWRF history. Returned each time thicker, slower, and more relentless. Cage on his back is filled with shattered Pact relics—trophies of fallen rivals.
Stats
Strength
27
Dexterity
12
Constitution
30
Intelligence
10
Wisdom
22
Charisma
14
Armor Class
11
Max HP
150
Speed
30
HP
120 / 150 HP
XP
900165,000 XP2,699
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Equipped Items
Spellbook
Kaelin Darksong is not a spellcaster.