All right, I wanted to get my thoughts typed out, so this is a bit long. Skip down to the standard font text at the bottom if you don't want to be overwhelmed by all the fluff. Don't worry, I'll retell the story later! On the other hand, if you are interested in it, feel free to read!
From Man: The Decimated Race, by Karn Renalt.
“That the boundless hordes of the Grimland Pit were beyond the reckoning of any army of Man is doubtless. Pulsating, seething throngs of torch and shadow-steel wrecked endlessly against our shields and walls, but the tenacity of the abominations was not mindless. Each critical strike was made with brutish cunning, as if they or their masters foresaw the disorganized strategies of the Realms of Men. In the end, the Realms disintegrated. The refugees of the lost kingdoms either fell to the swift pursuit of the Demons or arrived, broken in body and spirit, at the last few remaining cities of Men. Many were left to die at the gates.
"In this moment, on the very brink of annihilation, Abython, a clock-maker, stepped forward from obscurity. He had constructed an armory filled with unique technological armaments. With the distribution of his mechanical weaponry, the armies of Man were re-equipped, armed now for efficient killing. By Abython’s vision, craftsmanship, and frontline bravery, the beasts were beaten back. Although the Demons still stalk the Grimlands, much has been reclaimed in the name of Abython: the Prophet, the Scientist, and the Champion of the Decimated Race.”
Welcome to The Realm. It's not what it used to be.
For thousands of years, kingdoms and empires of Men grew and thrived in The Realms, a grand continent of many climates and landscapes. To the West lies The Worldwater, an ocean flowing out to unknown ends. In the North, the White Desert, a cold, hard, flat land of sand and ice. In the East, the massive Sylean Sea, dotted with hundreds of small islands and rocks. Beyond that, the High Wilds: rugged hills that roll and ascend to mountains so sheer and tall, they are virtually impassable.
Now, there is only the Realm: a meager portion of land, pushed back against the water, desperately held together by the rule of Abython, a war hero whose effort and intellect likely saved Mankind from extinction. Twenty-three years ago, a terrible host spilled out of the Grimlands, spewed forth from the bowels of a dark Pit that formed without apparent reason. Legions of demonic beasts -- varying from braying goatmen and minotaurs to ghastly, fire-bellied gargoyles -- sacked, pillaged, and hewed the civilizations of Man. Five years after their onslaught began, The Realms and its rulers had lost all their former power. Leaderless and exhausted, the humans waited for their executioners to finish the bloody work. It was all but over.
But then Abython arose.
Now that the Demons have been halted, Abython sits on the last throne, the undisputed King of Men. The hordes are still roaming the lands outside his kingdom, hungry for flesh and blood, but halted by Abython's miraculous technology. No humans venture outside the borders of The Realm, for to do so would be certain death.
Within the Realm itself, Abython rules through his military servants: Enforcers, they are called. Enforcers ensure that all citizens obey what they interpret to be the will of the King. The King himself rarely steps outside his Citadel, and instead has his Court handle most of his legal responsibilities.
Plague, famine, and drought batter the Realm annually, and with little being done to prevent these troubles of the masses, unrest has been brewing among a number of citizens. To make matters worse, the Enforcers receive so little direction and are granted so much authority that they abuse their power almost incessantly. Being armored in mechanical suits of Abython's design and carrying weapons of similar craft, there is little that the average citizen can do to physically challenge an Enforcer. Still, resistance groups are forming that decry the tyranny of Abython's Enforcers, and although almost all of these opposition groups are peaceful, they are put down with the violent efficiency of Abython's lethal arsenal.
So, here we have a clockwork-fantasy setting. Exciting, isn't it? Essentially, mankind is nearly dead, but they've stopped the tide of destruction for the time being. As they try to regain what they had, people start to realize that this war hero, Abython, may not make as great a king as he did a war hero.
Abython saved humanity by radically changing the way it fights. Instead of swords, shields, and steel armor, the military now uses guns (simple guns that fire mechanically, not explosively -- i.e., propelled by a powerful spring system), clockwork blades (swords and sword variants that can have a number of interesting mechanical features such as spinning blades or spring-loaded daggers/darts), and clockwork armor (shields and armor that aren't simply worn, but installed. Enforcers have mechanical enhancements surgically implanted into their bodies to make them more resilient, faster, and/or stronger).
He's a mysterious King, hardly has anyone close to him, and has few direct witnesses to his deeds. Most people only know what he did based on what they've heard.
In this RP, we'll be playing the role of a human in the Realm. You can be an Enforcer or a citizen (if you're a citizen, you might be a rebel or simply and well-meaning farmer or peasant).