Status: Completed
When Fates Collide
02.
Peace was once thought obtainable. However, through centuries of war and death, peace became an unrealistic notion. Every Territory was out for them self’s. There was no such thing as an alliance, it was called a takeover.
Though takeover was eminent with weaker Territory‘s, strong Territory’s needed to stay in the loop. Each Territory had Runner’s, people who would risk their lives for communications between Territory‘s or doing missions to obtain valuable objects.
Runner’s would either die by the other Territory or get caught by the Mosdan. They were nomadic mercenaries. They would work wherever they could, doing whatever was necessary to survive. One of their favorite hobbies was killing Runner’s for the information they carried. They were always able to make money off of selling secrets. For the Mosdan uninvolved in selling information they sold out their skills to the highest bidding Territory, putting their skills to use wherever they were needed.
Though takeover was eminent with weaker Territory‘s, strong Territory’s needed to stay in the loop. Each Territory had Runner’s, people who would risk their lives for communications between Territory‘s or doing missions to obtain valuable objects.
Runner’s would either die by the other Territory or get caught by the Mosdan. They were nomadic mercenaries. They would work wherever they could, doing whatever was necessary to survive. One of their favorite hobbies was killing Runner’s for the information they carried. They were always able to make money off of selling secrets. For the Mosdan uninvolved in selling information they sold out their skills to the highest bidding Territory, putting their skills to use wherever they were needed.