Their world dying before them, the Seaceans numbers were dwindling, pushed to the very edge of their long narrow strip of a continent. The Seaceans were a race of magic that despised humans, and in the past had many wars with them. Those days long gone, the Seaceans had little to no human contact in recent times. They were shorter in stature, dark skinned, and their eyes glowed with everchanging color. Legends tell of their ancestors who had split into two groups on either end of the continent. A great sage had promised them a gateway to the new world in which many humans had sent spaceships to. The great sage Esos had pinpointed the coordinates to that planet, and built a great gateway on the top of a mountain at the Northern edge of their continent. Those that did not follow the great sage moved to the Southern edge of their continent in hopes of using their magic to restore the planet.
With no hope left, they had sent many groups down the long road to the other edge of the continent, with the hopes of one day returning to confirm the rumors of a door to another world. None ever returned, and with their numbers down to less than 30, they had just enough resources for just one more journey, it was their last hope. Lead by Asos, a great magician on his second life, they prepared for the journey that would determine the fate of their dying race.
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