Lore Rambling

I have a world idea, may I share it here?

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I have a world idea, may I share it here?

 Yup!

I have an idea, too.

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I have an idea, too.

 Shareeeeee

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I have an idea, too.

It’s essentially an apocalyptic world. Not zombies, though—something much more intelligent, and this is where the backstory matters.

Duncan MacDougall’s 1907 experiment, dubbed the ‘21-gram experiment’, was designed to measure the weight of the human soul by weighing dying patients. In one patient, a 21.3-gram weight loss was experienced, but, in the real world, that was deemed to be merely caused by external factors. 

However, this Duncan MacDougall saw that and decided it wasn’t enough. Acquiring another dying patient, he managed to perform surgery on them in an attempt to trap their soul. In doing so, he created the first of humanity’s enemies.

These enemies—of a sort—are wracked with pain, only sated by creating more of their kind by devouring more souls. They appear to be humans, and carry the same knowledge that they had in life, so they can easily infiltrate society.

Although society has developed since then, so has superstition. Doomsayers lurk upon every corner, while others proselytize salvation and safety under some newly-invented pagan deity. Safe medical practices have inflated their costs by a significant amount—I mean, who can guarantee that they won’t cut your stomach open to eat you?

The West Coast of what used to be the United States has fallen into shambles, and petty wars reach their centenary as people continue to search for food and safety. The beacon of the East Coast is New York, now a walled city that lets next to none in.

(typed on phone. That’s all my fingers can take.)

They’re commonly called ‘Soulless’ for their physical nature, but have no name for their kind, opting to call themselves ‘humans’.

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Quote from Wes__ >>

I have an idea, too.

It’s essentially an apocalyptic world. Not zombies, though—something much more intelligent, and this is where the backstory matters.

Duncan MacDougall’s 1907 experiment, dubbed the ‘21-gram experiment’, was designed to measure the weight of the human soul by weighing dying patients. In one patient, a 21.3-gram weight loss was experienced, but, in the real world, that was deemed to be merely caused by external factors. 

However, this Duncan MacDougall saw that and decided it wasn’t enough. Acquiring another dying patient, he managed to perform surgery on them in an attempt to trap their soul. In doing so, he created the first of humanity’s enemies.

These enemies—of a sort—are wracked with pain, only sated by creating more of their kind by devouring more souls. They appear to be humans, and carry the same knowledge that they had in life, so they can easily infiltrate society.

Although society has developed since then, so has superstition. Doomsayers lurk upon every corner, while others proselytize salvation and safety under some newly-invented pagan deity. Safe medical practices have inflated their costs by a significant amount—I mean, who can guarantee that they won’t cut your stomach open to eat you?

The West Coast of what used to be the United States has fallen into shambles, and petty wars reach their centenary as people continue to search for food and safety. The beacon of the East Coast is New York, now a walled city that lets next to none in.

(typed on phone. That’s all my fingers can take.)

 Woagh! Cool!

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I have a world idea, may I share it here?

 Yup!

 Sure!

I’ve had this for a while. It’s a basic homebrew world, but with some adjustments…

Backstory: Long ago, gods walked the mortal plane. They eventually withdrew, but continued to influence the lives on the beings below. But one day, a group of 5 evil gods revolted against this peace and prosperity. They attacked the mortal realm and tore it to shreds. The other gods, seeing the new land up for grabs, squabbled over it and created their own worlds. Corellon created Corellia, Bahamut created Bahumia… you get the idea. However, the gods decided to create one world together. Where people of all nationalities could co-exist. They named this world… Sequentia.

Sequentia is a world of forests, mountains, and rivers. The continent is divided in half horizontally by a large mountain range. In the north half, a river known as the River of Trade runs through the middle vertically, cutting it in half again. In the south, it’s cut horizontally again by a river known as the River of Fate. To the south of it, only desert, forest, and small villages remain. The river flows into a lake with a major city, named Everfall, located on its east bank. In the north, the capital city of Riverhaven sits on the banks of the river, and is almost always bustling. The dwarven mining town of Forgefury in the south has become a hub for down-to-earth workers in recent years, and Snowcross in the north is similar for more snooty nobles and the like.

There are four sets out islands surrounding the continent. To the Northeast, a pair of islands known as the Gatekeepers are rumored to hold a portal to the Feywild. To the Northwest, an exceptionally deadly set of rocks juts out from the sea. It’s said to hold untold nautical horrors, and maybe even a gate to the Shadowfell. To the Southwest, another chain on islands exists, with a library aboard one. It’s said to hold all the answers you’ll ever need… if you know what you’re looking for. And to the Southeast, a massive island named Eventia holds the only city off the mainland, and plenty of natural resources.

This is very much a work in progress, so expect more to come!

Quote from LinkArcher >>

I’ve had this for a while. It’s a basic homebrew world, but with some adjustments…

Backstory: Long ago, gods walked the mortal plane. They eventually withdrew, but continued to influence the lives on the beings below. But one day, a group of 5 evil gods revolted against this peace and prosperity. They attacked the mortal realm and tore it to shreds. The other gods, seeing the new land up for grabs, squabbled over it and created their own worlds. Corellon created Corellia, Bahamut created Bahumia… you get the idea. However, the gods decided to create one world together. Where people of all nationalities could co-exist. They named this world… Sequentia.

Sequentia is a world of forests, mountains, and rivers. The continent is divided in half horizontally by a large mountain range. In the north half, a river known as the River of Trade runs through the middle vertically, cutting it in half again. In the south, it’s cut horizontally again by a river known as the River of Fate. To the south of it, only desert, forest, and small villages remain. The river flows into a lake with a major city, named Everfall, located on its east bank. In the north, the capital city of Riverhaven sits on the banks of the river, and is almost always bustling. The dwarven mining town of Forgefury in the south has become a hub for down-to-earth workers in recent years, and Snowcross in the north is similar for more snooty nobles and the like.

There are four sets out islands surrounding the continent. To the Northeast, a pair of islands known as the Gatekeepers are rumored to hold a portal to the Feywild. To the Northwest, an exceptionally deadly set of rocks juts out from the sea. It’s said to hold untold nautical horrors, and maybe even a gate to the Shadowfell. To the Southwest, another chain on islands exists, with a library aboard one. It’s said to hold all the answers you’ll ever need… if you know what you’re looking for. And to the Southeast, a massive island named Eventia holds the only city off the mainland, and plenty of natural resources.

This is very much a work in progress, so expect more to come!

 I shall enjoy

Oh, I probably should have posted the random crap I wrote last night here... back we are!

10,000 years ago, the True Sovereign usurped the Throne of Stars from the Star Bishop, shattering the Church of Stars and scattering the children of the Star Bishop to the farthest reaches of the realms.
For 3 millennia, the True Sovereign reigned peacefully. However, the Throne of Stars, enraged that any but the Star Bishop would dare to sit upon it, corrupted the True Sovereign’s heart and mind, bringing his inner darkness to the fore; an all-consuming hatred of the light that could not be tamed.
All around him, the Sovereign saw the object of his hatred. He wanted to destroy it. To snuff it all out.
Yet when he tried to stand, he found he could not. He stared at the realms, emitting their hateful, blinding light.
And he screamed.
The scream snuffed out the light of countless realms, plunging them into eternal night. Soon, only one realm remained– Mortolia. Shu’goran, the son of the True Sovereign, cast up a mighty barrier around the burgeoning realm– Abyssia, the veil against the night. Shu’goran sacrificed himself to the scream, yet Mortolia survived, sheltered in its impenetrable barrier of magic.
Impenetrable no longer, it would seem.

-The Legend of the True Sovereign. This version was found in the book Mortolia and Before by Langstrom Harkuk. The final sentence was scrawled messily onto the page by an unknown writer.

This is for a world I'm busy building. Lots more stuff to expand on if people are interested

//--AUTO-TRANSCRIPTION FROM HYDROPONICS BAY OF UES [Redacted]--//

“Status Report on Hydroponics Unit. Serial key begins with 12ea031lsd085a-“

“Yes, 12ea03. Tasked with care for the cabbage, lettuce, and mizuna growths. About 250 plants total. Stable, but losing biomass. I think there are issues with the microgravity.”

“Keep an eye on the biomass, we might have to scrap 12ea03 and replace it with one of our evergreen Units. Moving on… serial key crp012d054jd0-“

“Crp01 is doing alright. Tasked with corn. About 80 plants total. Lost 6, down to 74.”

“Sustainable, I suppose. What about…serial key rex0ch12d66m-“

“Oh, that Unit. Yeah, it was tasked with care for one of our asparagus hybrids. To be quite frank… it turned out terrible. I think we started with 80 units, but we’ve lost 79. The hybrid species just isn’t spliced right, I think. There was no way to sustain them.”

“And status report on the Unit?”

“Uh, well… it’s out on the star deck. It managed to hoist the last hybrid into its platform base, and it’s been walking around the ship ever since, chasing down starlight.”

“…What? The Unit left Hydroponics?”

“Yes, but-“

“So the Unit is disengaging from protocol?”

“Well, yes, but-“

“And instead of terminating the Unit, you let it roam around the ship unsupervised?”

“Just the team, well we just- we just kinda feel bad for the thing, you know. It’s trying really hard to keep that last hybrid alive, and-“

“Go terminate the Unit.”

“Well, the thing is— Rex is actually doing a great job! The hybrid’s biomass-“

“Are you kidding? Terminate the Unit. You have no idea what happens to a robot once it disengages from protocol. You are putting the life of your entire team in danger for the sake of a stray hydroponics unit. This should not even be a discussion.”

…

“Yes, sir.”

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The Tar

The Tar is a strange form of biological corruption of unknown origin currently on the planet of Aphelion II. Manifested as a thick black goop, the Tar has the ability to drain energy from and slowly corrupt living things. A small amount of the substance entering a human’s body is enough to cause a rapid loss of sensation in the affected areas.

Though it is unknown exactly where the Tar first came from, its first documented appearance occurred in the distant past on the planet Aphelion II when it arrived through a meteorite impact and corrupted the native dune people, offering a reprieve from harsh desert life by providing them with sustenance. They accepted, in return allowing the Tar to claim them, and facilitating its spread across the planet via the construction of grand aqueducts so it could feed. Ultimately it consumed all other life in the planet and turned the people of Aphelion II into mere extensions of its will, starting to devour them once they had nothing left to give.

However, before they could be totally consumed, Providence arrived in Aphelion II and saved the dunepeople from their fate and brought them to Forhastelse V, where they were allowed to build the Aphelion Sanctuary and rebuild their numbers. This allowed new generations of Aphelions to live free of its influence, unaware of this history so long as they kept themselves clean. However, their rescue also had the side effect of bringing the Tar to the planet. In response, Providence dedicated a section of the Bulwark’s Ambry to researching the substance, presumably to help counteract its effects and prevent its further spread. Notably, Mithras took specific issue with the presence of the Tar, as it seemed the corruption could even pose a threat to beings such as them, though the true extent of the danger this posed to the brothers is unknown.

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Day 0:

Nightmare. I find myself in the middle of a desert - with no other survivors in sight. I scavenged for resources, but soon giant insects began to crawl out of the earth and take aggressive stances. Once they gathered their numbers - and presumably their confidence - they charged me.

In avoiding their assault, I slipped and fell backwards into a waterfall of mysterious liquid. I tumbled within as it rushed me down, deep into an underground cavern. I crawled out, and thankfully the insects have stopped following me. I may have broken my leg - but thankfully CHIT(?) I have a healing stone to administer aid. It will take a few days to get my strength back.

Day 1:

I am grateful that I repaired this drone before my untimely tumble - I would assuredly be dead without it. My vision is blurry - I fear I have suffered a CHIT concussion. My leg has begun to feel better. I will have to continue to wait. I grow hungry.

Day 2:

My healing drone has stopped giving me aid. It hovers far away now - and moves back as I move forward. I’ve been feeling nauseous, and have been feeling the urge to CHIT CHIT vomit. I occasionally spit out black liquid - I fear something is gravely wrong.

Day 3:

My CHIT CHIT drone has left. I have CHIT lost my vision. My mouth and eyes fill with foul dark liquid. I am alone.

Day 9:

CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT I-I neED CHIT CHIT CHIT chit chit chit CHIT

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