Azurik - Plot

Plot

Azurik, the protagonist and namesake of the game, is an adept in an order of warriors. Their job is to protect and preserve the balance of the six natural elements in the world. These elements are Fire, Earth, Air, Water, Life, and Death. The essence of the elements has been locked within special "Discs", which are kept in the tower in the middle of Town. All that is, except one; the disc of Death had been lost a great deal of time before, its location unknown. Regardless of that fact, the world has managed to maintain the natural order.

In the opening sequence, Azurik is practicing the use of his staff weapon known as an "Axion". He is quickly confronted by a fellow member of his order, the dark and troubled Balthazar. They duel for a short time, culminating in Azurik's near-death at Balthazar's hands. After Azurik leaves, Balthazar throws his Axion at the wall in a fit of rage, shattering a small vase. When he does this, he accidentally reveals a secret room, in which is contained the Disc of Death.

Balthazar is possessed by the Disc, and releases the other Discs out into the world. Azurik, apparently the sole survivor of his order, is tasked with retrieving all the fragments of the shattered disks and returning them to their original locations. To do this he must battle through a sequence of elementally-themed landscapes, solving various puzzles and acquiring new abilities.

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