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Goan has existed for a novannum (100k years), and within that time it has known both prosperity and ruin. The fate of Goan was prophesized to be everlasting, but in what state will it endure? Through light and abundance? Or through desecration and decay?
Five years ago, the Holy City of Ordaiโel became swallowed in fog. It wasn't like normal cities. It was built atop a flattened mountain. Its ivory towers reached into the sky like glittering fingers to be seen by all that looked at the horizon. A massive wall encircled it, and it had one entrance and exit that was heavily guarded. It was almost like its own landbound island, except the only ones allowed in were subservient to the Holy Order, their family, or those that were devout followers of the Walking Gods. Which were far more than many would like to admit. The only ones that were forced in were the heretics. Brought there to face punishment doled out by the Walking Gods themselves.
Before the fog arrived, there were odd rumors circulating about how the ivory city seemed to be stretching unnaturally. Other people stated that the lengthening reminded them of veins in a body. The city was the heart, and they swore they saw it beating with unnatural life. A few days later, the fog surrounded Ordai'el. It was impenetrable. If anyone tried to walk into it, they'd find themselves back outside the city. And if they tried to use means beyond just their feet, they'd be blown from the fog in eviscerated chunks. One could hear the echoed screaming throughout the mountains. It was assumed that everyone within the city was a lost cause. The Empress was away at the time, having come down with a touch of pneumonia. So, she had avoided that fate. The Walking Gods had not been so lucky. Yet, their power still flowed through the land unbroken.
It had been a year since the fog descended but in the light of the three full moons, the fog broke. From the stained white gates of Ordai'el stumbled a single man, the paladin Roderick Von Griest. In his hand was a book that looked as if it had been penned hundreds of years ago. So it was surprising that Roderick, himself, had written it. He had last been seen sporting the boyish good looks of someone just entering their twenties. Yet the man before them was easily in his nineties if not hundreds. He died on the overgrown road leading to Ordiaโel before the fog swallowed the city up again.
The scholars of the remaining Holy Order took his journal to study. The paladins took a strange, glowing green sword from his hilt. It was encrusted with gems of such rarity that just one could fund an entire army with just one. Word began to spread of the treasure that Roderick had come out with, things beyond this world that could make anyone rich. The scholars deciphered what they could from the book before it turned into mad ramblings. Near the end were nothing but diagrams. Yet, the more they studied, the more they understood what the diagrams meant--a mixture of all schools of magic to create a portal into Ordaiโel. There was no mention of how Roderick managed to escape. What he did write while still fully cognizant was that castleโs dungeon went deeper than the Goan, itself. A massive structure that seemed to be plucked from time and space and propelled into their living, breathing world.
The Empress, now emboldened by this development, put together a group of the most heroic adventurers of Goan to delve into Ordaiโel. Their goal was to find what caused this and free the gods and what denizens remained from this horrible curse. Yet, they never returned. So, she sent another one. And another. And another. Until only those daring, reckless, or greedy volunteered. A party would be held the night before, called a Living Funeral, to bid farewell to those that were to journey into Ordaiโel. A member of the Holy Order would oversee it if only to make sure that the census reflected the volunteer's inevitable death. Yet, those that wished to enter Ordai'el all had reasons for doing so. If they were to achieve their goals, they'd have to delve deep.
Five years ago, the Holy City of Ordaiโel became swallowed in fog. It wasn't like normal cities. It was built atop a flattened mountain. Its ivory towers reached into the sky like glittering fingers to be seen by all that looked at the horizon. A massive wall encircled it, and it had one entrance and exit that was heavily guarded. It was almost like its own landbound island, except the only ones allowed in were subservient to the Holy Order, their family, or those that were devout followers of the Walking Gods. Which were far more than many would like to admit. The only ones that were forced in were the heretics. Brought there to face punishment doled out by the Walking Gods themselves.
Before the fog arrived, there were odd rumors circulating about how the ivory city seemed to be stretching unnaturally. Other people stated that the lengthening reminded them of veins in a body. The city was the heart, and they swore they saw it beating with unnatural life. A few days later, the fog surrounded Ordai'el. It was impenetrable. If anyone tried to walk into it, they'd find themselves back outside the city. And if they tried to use means beyond just their feet, they'd be blown from the fog in eviscerated chunks. One could hear the echoed screaming throughout the mountains. It was assumed that everyone within the city was a lost cause. The Empress was away at the time, having come down with a touch of pneumonia. So, she had avoided that fate. The Walking Gods had not been so lucky. Yet, their power still flowed through the land unbroken.
It had been a year since the fog descended but in the light of the three full moons, the fog broke. From the stained white gates of Ordai'el stumbled a single man, the paladin Roderick Von Griest. In his hand was a book that looked as if it had been penned hundreds of years ago. So it was surprising that Roderick, himself, had written it. He had last been seen sporting the boyish good looks of someone just entering their twenties. Yet the man before them was easily in his nineties if not hundreds. He died on the overgrown road leading to Ordiaโel before the fog swallowed the city up again.
The scholars of the remaining Holy Order took his journal to study. The paladins took a strange, glowing green sword from his hilt. It was encrusted with gems of such rarity that just one could fund an entire army with just one. Word began to spread of the treasure that Roderick had come out with, things beyond this world that could make anyone rich. The scholars deciphered what they could from the book before it turned into mad ramblings. Near the end were nothing but diagrams. Yet, the more they studied, the more they understood what the diagrams meant--a mixture of all schools of magic to create a portal into Ordaiโel. There was no mention of how Roderick managed to escape. What he did write while still fully cognizant was that castleโs dungeon went deeper than the Goan, itself. A massive structure that seemed to be plucked from time and space and propelled into their living, breathing world.
The Empress, now emboldened by this development, put together a group of the most heroic adventurers of Goan to delve into Ordaiโel. Their goal was to find what caused this and free the gods and what denizens remained from this horrible curse. Yet, they never returned. So, she sent another one. And another. And another. Until only those daring, reckless, or greedy volunteered. A party would be held the night before, called a Living Funeral, to bid farewell to those that were to journey into Ordaiโel. A member of the Holy Order would oversee it if only to make sure that the census reflected the volunteer's inevitable death. Yet, those that wished to enter Ordai'el all had reasons for doing so. If they were to achieve their goals, they'd have to delve deep.
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โฆ What is this RP about? Your mom. Sorry. No. I had to. I've been way too serious for way too long. Ahem. This RP is a dark fantasy dungeon delve with heavy gothic elements. Think really any Soulsborne games, Castlevania, Beserk, Blasphemous, Dragon's Dogma, Made in Abyss, Claymore, and Willow for the vibes. The world is old, but these dangers are new and undiscovered.
โฆ What is this world like? Well, much to my finger's anger, everything is original. Races, history, world, gods, magic, etc. That being said, there are heavy draws from various media. Nothing is original, really. Do you have to read everything? No. But there are pretty pictures to facilitate all the words.
โฆ How will the RP work? Lowkey, there are some small "gamey" elements, but this RP is all about narrative control. I just include them so you can keep in mind that you are cut off from the rest of the world. While you will run into things that will help you, you need to manage your resources wisely. It's to add a sense of peril without me pulling something out of my ass. Like you can plan and not worry about me going "rocks fall and everyone dies." See the status box below to get an idea of what I mean.
โฆ What are the posting requirements? A post every two weeks during the descent, but there will be downtime for character interactions. Those will be required once a month, and you guys can collab away, write flashbacks, or do other fun fantasy things. It's not strenuous, but it will be steady.
โฆ How many players do you need? Like 4-6, but depending on the interest I can go up to 8. We'll just see. There will be a deadline. It won't be first come first serve. I know I take a while to brainstorm a character, and so I won't force you to shit write something out quickly.
โฆ Any other questions? Ask them below. I want to say that I've covered most things, but I'm sure I haven't. I'm gauging interest because this feels like a niche genre, and I don't want to pour any more effort into it if there's low interest. Even though I've already poured a lot into it...
โฆ What is this world like? Well, much to my finger's anger, everything is original. Races, history, world, gods, magic, etc. That being said, there are heavy draws from various media. Nothing is original, really. Do you have to read everything? No. But there are pretty pictures to facilitate all the words.
โฆ How will the RP work? Lowkey, there are some small "gamey" elements, but this RP is all about narrative control. I just include them so you can keep in mind that you are cut off from the rest of the world. While you will run into things that will help you, you need to manage your resources wisely. It's to add a sense of peril without me pulling something out of my ass. Like you can plan and not worry about me going "rocks fall and everyone dies." See the status box below to get an idea of what I mean.
โฆ What are the posting requirements? A post every two weeks during the descent, but there will be downtime for character interactions. Those will be required once a month, and you guys can collab away, write flashbacks, or do other fun fantasy things. It's not strenuous, but it will be steady.
โฆ How many players do you need? Like 4-6, but depending on the interest I can go up to 8. We'll just see. There will be a deadline. It won't be first come first serve. I know I take a while to brainstorm a character, and so I won't force you to shit write something out quickly.
โฆ Any other questions? Ask them below. I want to say that I've covered most things, but I'm sure I haven't. I'm gauging interest because this feels like a niche genre, and I don't want to pour any more effort into it if there's low interest. Even though I've already poured a lot into it...
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