Ok. I have been working on this story idea for a while now. The idea had popped into my mind like an epiphany, but I really wanted to get some depth on many of the concepts and aspects, as well as more back story details before putting it up. I am VERY excited about it and hope you all will be too. I will present it in two parts: a small setting “intro”-type paragraph and then the parameters in which to create your characters.
Note: I am keen on collaborative work. My intent is to give a fair amount of plot details away, and sporadically private message people and get “accomplices” for twists. Of course, I am keeping the juiciest juice to myself until the time comes...
~ God is dead. This is not a figure of speech or a metaphor crafted by a genius philosopher. Black wisps had crept out from behind the sun like long spider legs, slowly covering it and blocking light from the earth. Melancholy spread like wildfire amongst clergy and mundane alike. And there was no cure... For the sun, for the people. It was as if everything everywhere started gently bleeding colour, growing dull and grey over time. ~
“Damascus... you son of a BIIIIIIIITCH!” Azzlin screamed in anguish as he watched the once befriended sorcerer drive his hand into the ball of pulsing violet energy. It crackled and flickered, obviously becoming wild and unstable. Damascus smiled madly, open mouthed, belching out a maniacal laugh though his white cloak began to burn. The orb changed, it burst in various points and thick black smoke, like airborne squid ink, poured out in wisps. The darkness stretched out like tentacles and slithered to the ground and towards Azzlin, horror-struck. “... it... it was you. Wasn’t it? It was you Damascus. You let this happen! YOU HELPED HIM!” Damascus laughed some more. “Wrong.” The new voice rolled like thunder and shook Azzlin to his very core. There are no words capable of describing the terror he felt. Every cell and microbe in his body froze; the voice had power by virtue of it’s sound alone. “I did it. He was my tool.”
Azzlin teleported back a few feet. He was surprised; obviously the intent was to go much further. “Hehehe”, the rumbling of the Voice’s laughter was so unbearable he fell to one knee. “Much better.” Azzlin threw a light wave forward, tears running down his cheeks from fear alone. The light was sucked into one of the tentacles as it lashed out, tearing up the defenseless mage’s black, gold and teal garments and bursting open his chest, blood gushing out. “No point in resisting when even your God Almighty stood no chance.”
That was part of the prologue I would post. Here’s the gist: God is dead. Yeah, said it already, I know, but it’s the starting point. Oh, and though I am using a monotheistic deity, this is in no way a reference to one particular current day religion though my christian roots may influence my writing. Also, I use masculine pronouns for it out of habit and to alleviate the text.
A powerful mage had discovered the existence of another plane, or rather it opened up to him. A being of same nature to the deity of the Earth sought a way into our dimension and through Damascus, achieved it. It killed the being we call God. Much of the mystery will be discovering the relation between the deities and why one had murderous intent to begin with.
Despair in, now come our characters! The setting is “modern-day-fantasy-twist”, kind of ShadowRunny. You can play a number of roles, I enjoy creativity so run anything you want by me - I might say yes Though, I expect the most of us to fall within the following:
Human. Mage, warrior, ranger, priest (I will explain how that works without a God after), etc. Be creative with the class!
Once-Angel. Angels and Arch Angels that fell from Grace when God was killed.
GodSeed. *OMG THE ACTUAL SUBJECT*
[For powers and such, I like innovative rather than the standard: “Merlin is a fire mage.”]
The GodSeed! Here’s the thing: God had sensed his fate. He was murdered, but he wasn’t a pushover! Unbeknownst by his assailant, he split his essence into GodSeeds and scattered them across the globe, into humans (as they were created in his image). These humans, which we will call GodSeeds, basically have the potential to become a deity, the reincarnation of the murdered one. Their emergence is what restored some power to Priests (ding) and Angels (ding ding). The whole point of the RP will be the group finding how to have the GodSeed ascend into divinity, learning the true nature of God and his assailant along the way. Of course, the evil entity will want these seedlings dead when he learns of them, making things spicy.
If you choose to be a GodSeed you get a special kind of magic called “Reality Sculpting”. This is pure force of will manifested. It is not magic, it is divine. The limit is life and death, as only the ascended being can control that. Obviously, if a GodSeed is your character you will PLAY RESPONSIBLY and RESPECTFULLY, recognizing that the power can not be abused, lest there be consequences... bwahahaha! Also, after a couple of ‘em I am closing the “sub-race”. Get ‘em while they’re hot!