You are not here to save the world, you are not here to bring some sliver of hope to those still left. The world is broken and forgotten, and you have been left behind by all those you hold dear. You, as well as an unknown amount of other knights have been left in this place to die. Blade against blade you have forgotten why you lived, you have forgotten friends and family and forsaken all for the glory of battle, and now you find yourself in a world of only battle where you may find no glory and no comfort. Where previously you fought for a purpose, for a god, a kingdom or even a lover, here you fight only for survival and madness. Why do you go on, how? Knowing that one strike is all it takes, knowing that you are no longer the strong one, that you no longer hold the position of predator, only prey. How do you live on the run from every shadow, every flickering flame and every blade, drawn or unseen?
And yet, on the horizon there is hope, a slim dying thing that gasps and clings to life as you do, unknowing of it's importance in events to come. For this reason, for that sliver of hope alone you move on. The blades of the unknown you no longer fear, you seek them out and they too seek you, for one thing is common among-st you knights, lost in the darkness of a world forgotten, you all strive to see the sun again.
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Do you like knights? I do! Do you like grimdark settings where your characters can and will most likely die? TOO BAD...
I mean ahh, ME TOO! Angry that just anyone can use magic? Like your next door neighbor whose golem keeps leaving rubble in your yard? I KNOW I AM! At any rate, this is not the kind of role-play where you are guaranteed that your character will survive, quite the contrary! I hope to make you fear the unknown, and in this world there is a lot you do not know.
This is a small chunk of a little story I had made quite a while back and recently found, mind you this was a while ago and I was a bit younger, it may have been inspired by one thing or another but I no longer remember.
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The idea is set in a world already broken. The heroes have fought and lost, the kingdoms have had their final stand, and none prevailed. You and others are knights, warriors whose last moments are those remembered of your old world, the one where the sun once shone and you fought for a reason. This world is not the one you know though it looks much the same, though if this is some twisted nightmare or the remnants of the destroyed world you once held dear, and killed hundreds of each-other over, you do not know.
Magic is a laughable concept, only those spending hundreds of years can boast the ability to call upon the arcane, and though useful, only the Elves and Dwarves can boast a life-span long enough to unravel the mysteries of the world hidden beyond the thin veil. You are not concerned with magic though, you are a simple knight, fighting for glory, fortune, treasure, love.
You are in this dark, twisted world filled with horrifying creatures that lurk within the shadows preying upon anything that dares draw breath. There is no concept of time here, no day or night, only eternal darkness and a shattered sky. You have been here only the gods themselves know how long, though if they can reach you in this place, if they even still bothering to watch, is debatable.
You all thought yourselves doomed, dead men and women walking in the maddening darkness of a dead world. Until the spark, a pillar of blinding light that erupted on the horizon just beyond the mountains to the north, casting a shadow with the massive mountain range. This was light, this was hope, though it grew dimmer every day. A few like you, who were still sane enough to understand the implications of such an event, found their hearts swelling. There was a reason to fight now, a reason to live, a reason to die.
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More information to those interested, want to see if I can gather at least 3-4 people for a little bit of.
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