Aeon - Haypi Adventure Prologue IV
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Your family had been great once. Your ancestors names whispered in reverent tones by people all across the kingdom. Tasked with the guardianship of the eight great relics, they had held the very future at the tips of their fingers. For aeons, the relics had been kept in the safety of your families' vast tower, jealously guarded, but for good reason, in the wrong hands, these great artifacts could cause unimaginable horror and evil.
But no amount of vigilance can stand in the face of treacheary and guile. Your family's mighty and all but impregnable tower was atacked. The relics were stolen by men whose burning ambition went hand in hand with a complete lack of morality. They were loaded on to great ships to be taken to the men's island hideout, where they planned on unlocking the relics' secrets. But, as if it was furious with the dark intentions of these evil men, the ocean rose up in protest and dashed to the ships to pieces in a great tidal rage. The ships and their crew, along with their precious cargo sank to the bottom of the ocean's great depths, undiscovered until now.
Your family's name has faded in memory, obscured by shame and regret. Where once you played gleefully in the halls of your great tower while the adults stood vigilant guard over the relics, you have now been reduced to working in the kitchens of a lowly inn, scrubbing the floors and desperately trying to avoid being beaten by your cruel master. But no longer. You remember a boys name, the name of a friend who you had used to play with so carelessly in those great halls. But he is a boy no longer, having recently inherited the fortune his father had earned as a merchant.
You escaped your cruel tormentors and made your way to his mansion. You begged him to provide you with a ship and submarine, along with a crew, so you could recover the eight relics and restore your family to greatness once more. He agreed, his only payment being cherished shared memories and the promise of glory if you succeeded in your quest. And now you sit here, in one of the great port cities of the nation, at the precipice of your great adventure, your hopes and dreams riding on nothing but the skill of your crew and the seaworthiness of your humble vessels. Your fate rests in your hands now.