Xaltwind
The Irish Tree
BlazingBark
CitrusArms
Izurich
LiverisGood
MrSkimobile
Syben
Kaithe DameYou know this story, told to you as a child before bed like countless thousands of others only to repeat them to your own. The names, places, feats and foes may change but it is a compelling story of how good triumphs over evil; how love prevails; friendship and peace manifesting into some ambiguous 'light' designed to strike down the 'dark'.
You knew this story, it compelled bravery against adversaries and trials of spirit through your growth into something...more. A hero? Perhaps that was how you were remembered, though power is not always so pure. Regardless, kingdoms and their throes of innocents depended on you, trusted in your experience and motivation to do what platoons of the king's finest could not.
Holy purpose? Power? Other personal reasons? Maybe it was as simple as money and fame that drove you to sign your arms away with the intent to strike down the darkening horizons that came to your land. It may have even been so simple as being in the wrong place at the wrong time before the darkness of The Cold King Kazzok appeared.
Your efforts were in vain, however. Your gods failed you, and all of the words in all of the books in your world could not spell away the darkness that devoured your friends. Why you were spared is between you and King Kazzok, and some countless time has passed that you've been suspended in a sort of limbo-y stasis which may have only been minutes or years.
You knew this story, it compelled bravery against adversaries and trials of spirit through your growth into something...more. A hero? Perhaps that was how you were remembered, though power is not always so pure. Regardless, kingdoms and their throes of innocents depended on you, trusted in your experience and motivation to do what platoons of the king's finest could not.
Holy purpose? Power? Other personal reasons? Maybe it was as simple as money and fame that drove you to sign your arms away with the intent to strike down the darkening horizons that came to your land. It may have even been so simple as being in the wrong place at the wrong time before the darkness of The Cold King Kazzok appeared.
Your efforts were in vain, however. Your gods failed you, and all of the words in all of the books in your world could not spell away the darkness that devoured your friends. Why you were spared is between you and King Kazzok, and some countless time has passed that you've been suspended in a sort of limbo-y stasis which may have only been minutes or years.
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It was the same for every world. Dark clouds rumbled, accumulating in the distance in a swirl of towering nimbus before the spike falls. An arrow being shot from the sky, the ground quakes and day becomes night as The Coffin's Nail strikes into the earth. Dust and debris fog the land and sounds can be heard from the storm of ungodly machinations and abominations alike. By the time the mess settles, all that's left is the smoke on the horizon of besieged settlements and crumbled castles as a black tower remains, silhouetted in the mire of the clouds above.
To your knowledge, this is where the story ends.
You were the heroes sent to defeat the evil. Supposedly
You were what light the kingdoms of the land set their petty squabbles aside to collect. Supposedly.
Through some slip or misinterpretation, all hope was lost, the countryside and perhaps even the world looking on as the coming night sought to blot out the sun forever...another stepping stone for Kazzok and his conquest.
To your knowledge, this is where the story ends.
You were the heroes sent to defeat the evil. Supposedly
You were what light the kingdoms of the land set their petty squabbles aside to collect. Supposedly.
Through some slip or misinterpretation, all hope was lost, the countryside and perhaps even the world looking on as the coming night sought to blot out the sun forever...another stepping stone for Kazzok and his conquest.
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Well, this is where the story would have ended until lucidity returned to you in an instant, vision painting a blurry picture of bars to a cell. With a few blinks you realize you were in fact not dead. You were a prisoner. Why Kazzok had let you live, you had no idea. Or perhaps you did. Being paraded as trophies of conquest was one such idea. Or perhaps he wanted you to be his 'playthings'.
Regardless, you were alive. Your story is not over. Undo your mistake.
Regardless, you were alive. Your story is not over. Undo your mistake.
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Hey everyone! This is a reboot-ish of an RP of @Lumiere. He will be the co-GM of this and me and him will be working together in running this.
Here's some additional stuff that @Lumiere posted in the previous incarnation.
...this is a Post-Apocalyptic Multiverse Fantasy with room for steampunk elements.
Post Apocalypse - Ya goof'd. Or someone goofed that caused your previous crew to not do so hot in the 'stopping the big baddy' department. You're welcome to team up with other peoples to be from the same dimension and write all kinds of flowery prose about the world you came from. It might even be relevant, later down the line.
Multiverse - Yes? Yes! It is! Kinda... Kazzok and his aspirations seek to consume the multiverse, and in this, all manner of heroes are capable of having opposed his will at some point. All races are a go (with explanation if they're non-conventional fantasy variants, though demons and angels get a special place in Kazzok's warm and welcoming heart, and, being entities of energy, serve a purpose that knocks them down a mortal peg. This isn't to even begin to mention the separation from their planar anchors.
Fantasy - Magic, elves, dwarves, entities of the fay, nature spirits, undeath and all of that goodness. Matters are often settled by the sword and magic is a part of every-day life. Individuals from other dimensions may not see this the same way and conflict may arise, but such is the situation when unlikely allies are forced to join.
(I underline 'forced' because there may only be room for 4-8 people with situational room for more to join mid-way)
Steampunk - See that whole Multiverse thing above? Technology can come from other realms, and Kazzok would certainly be interested in the knowledge and magics of other civilizations.
This is just an interest check for now. The Character Sheets and Rules will be posted on the OOC.