War. No matter where it takes us it always stays the same. As the Infinity went down, the UNSC troops onboard evacuated to Zeta Halo. Now, war has caught up to them. Whether it be in the mountains, the plains, or the desert sands, they fight. Not for themselves, but for all of humanity. The Banished forces are strong and numerous, but humanity has something they don’t. Spartans. The covenant saw them as demons, and humanity saw them as angels. Us? We see ourselves as soldiers. Brothers in arms. So we fight on, to take this ring and bush the tip of our spear through the heart of the Banished.
Hey, guys, girls, and anyone who is neither, both, or in between! I was recently reminded of my very first setting, Fether, by zombieKiller7777's thread "Gods," and I wanted to revamp it to be more survivable. It'll still be a sort of dark fantasy Death World, but it won't have some of the traits I had before, such as complete darkness being a death sentence wherever you are, and all animals being undomesticated and violent (bar giant ferrets).
Here's the lore, by the way.
In the beginning, there were three gods: The Sovereign, The Divine Light, and Crie. The Sovereign used their body to create the material world, a world of nature and beauty. Crie used his body to create the Spirit World, a land of nightmares and horror. These two gods loved each other, and together they made all the animals and monsters that inhabit the world of Fether, with The Sovereign giving them flesh and blood, and Crie giving them souls and dreams.
But the Light was jealous of their creations, and it wanted to create a creature of its own. The Sovereign and their husband agreed to give The Light children of its design, and thus humanity was born. But The Light wasn’t satisfied. It kept asking for more and more. And eventually, it stopped asking. Before the two others could realize that their playmate had no love for them, it had bound The Sovereign with a device called The Apparatus, leaving Crie with no ability to affect material things, and allowing The Light to do whatever it wanted to the world.
One day, longer ago than anyone alive could remember, The Light took a thousand of humanity’s best and brightest to become gods and help it in its work. Out of the thousand, only three survived the process of entering godhood. The first was Dredge Velmort, who was put to work managing the souls of the dead to keep Crie in check. The second was Strife Whitevein, who was given the job of protecting humanity from disease and keeping the Bound Sovereign asleep. The third was lost to history and remains unknown to this day.
But when these new gods started gaining followers, The Light was displeased. It locked its new creations into domains of its choosing. Dredge was locked in Purgatory, where he could see the world but never touch it. Strife was locked in the Apparatus, where he must work eternally, making new drugs to keep The Sovereign calm and asleep, lest the Apparatus be destroyed, and Strife with it. No one knows where the third one went.
500 years ago, a country now lost to time decided to colonize Greyland. The land was hostile, but using superior technology, they were able to tame part of it.
But the country of Greyland is so incredibly wicked that many of the machines used to make the land livable are still out in the wilds, deemed unrecoverable by a previous generation. But now technology and magic have evolved beyond what that generation could have dreamed of, and those ancient, impossible machines are so valuable that just one could get you a home in the tamed parts of Greyland, far from the horrors the land hides away.
The country itself, however, is not as dastardly as those who live in it. Dreaded cults, secret societies of evil wizards and warlocks, an incompetent government, and the oppressive Church of Divine Light are staples of Greyland.
300 years ago, humanity discovered dark magic. Occultists discovered that matter from the Spirit World could be drawn into the material world to create fantastic effects, from manipulating life and death to creating creatures and seemingly impossible effects, all without swearing fealty to a god. But what they failed to realize was that doing so gave Crie an opening. A chance to free his spouse. And a chance to get revenge on The Light and its pathetic little creations.
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This is the most relatable thing ever. The only thing more relatable is also what happened, where Yon doesn't have time to respond to your celebration XD. One day we'll all be on at the same time.
Hey, guys, girls, and anyone who is neither, both, or in between! I was recently reminded of my very first setting, Fether, by zombieKiller7777's thread "Gods," and I wanted to revamp it to be more survivable. It'll still be a sort of dark fantasy Death World, but it won't have some of the traits I had before, such as complete darkness being a death sentence wherever you are, and all animals being undomesticated and violent (bar giant ferrets).
Here's the lore, by the way.
In the beginning, there were three gods: The Sovereign, The Divine Light, and Crie. The Sovereign used their body to create the material world, a world of nature and beauty. Crie used his body to create the Spirit World, a land of nightmares and horror. These two gods loved each other, and together they made all the animals and monsters that inhabit the world of Fether, with The Sovereign giving them flesh and blood, and Crie giving them souls and dreams.
But the Light was jealous of their creations, and it wanted to create a creature of its own. The Sovereign and their husband agreed to give The Light children of its design, and thus humanity was born. But The Light wasn’t satisfied. It kept asking for more and more. And eventually, it stopped asking. Before the two others could realize that their playmate had no love for them, it had bound The Sovereign with a device called The Apparatus, leaving Crie with no ability to affect material things, and allowing The Light to do whatever it wanted to the world.
One day, longer ago than anyone alive could remember, The Light took a thousand of humanity’s best and brightest to become gods and help it in its work. Out of the thousand, only three survived the process of entering godhood. The first was Dredge Velmort, who was put to work managing the souls of the dead to keep Crie in check. The second was Strife Whitevein, who was given the job of protecting humanity from disease and keeping the Bound Sovereign asleep. The third was lost to history and remains unknown to this day.
But when these new gods started gaining followers, The Light was displeased. It locked its new creations into domains of its choosing. Dredge was locked in Purgatory, where he could see the world but never touch it. Strife was locked in the Apparatus, where he must work eternally, making new drugs to keep The Sovereign calm and asleep, lest the Apparatus be destroyed, and Strife with it. No one knows where the third one went.
500 years ago, a country now lost to time decided to colonize Greyland. The land was hostile, but using superior technology, they were able to tame part of it.
But the country of Greyland is so incredibly wicked that many of the machines used to make the land livable are still out in the wilds, deemed unrecoverable by a previous generation. But now technology and magic have evolved beyond what that generation could have dreamed of, and those ancient, impossible machines are so valuable that just one could get you a home in the tamed parts of Greyland, far from the horrors the land hides away.
The country itself, however, is not as dastardly as those who live in it. Dreaded cults, secret societies of evil wizards and warlocks, an incompetent government, and the oppressive Church of Divine Light are staples of Greyland.
300 years ago, humanity discovered dark magic. Occultists discovered that matter from the Spirit World could be drawn into the material world to create fantastic effects, from manipulating life and death to creating creatures and seemingly impossible effects, all without swearing fealty to a god. But what they failed to realize was that doing so gave Crie an opening. A chance to free his spouse. And a chance to get revenge on The Light and its pathetic little creations.
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War. No matter where it takes us it always stays the same. As the Infinity went down, the UNSC troops onboard evacuated to Zeta Halo. Now, war has caught up to them. Whether it be in the mountains, the plains, or the desert sands, they fight. Not for themselves, but for all of humanity. The Banished forces are strong and numerous, but humanity has something they don’t. Spartans. The covenant saw them as demons, and humanity saw them as angels. Us? We see ourselves as soldiers. Brothers in arms. So we fight on, to take this ring and bush the tip of our spear through the heart of the Banished.
That’s amazing!
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I'm planning of using it as a tavern prompt
That would work pretty well. I would add a bit about where the tavern is but other than that nice
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Here we go: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/183036-zeta-halo
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Nice. I’m not into halo but it looks cool.
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Moon, wanna rp in Camp Half-Blood?
Hey, guys, girls, and anyone who is neither, both, or in between! I was recently reminded of my very first setting, Fether, by zombieKiller7777's thread "Gods," and I wanted to revamp it to be more survivable. It'll still be a sort of dark fantasy Death World, but it won't have some of the traits I had before, such as complete darkness being a death sentence wherever you are, and all animals being undomesticated and violent (bar giant ferrets).
Here's the lore, by the way.
In the beginning, there were three gods: The Sovereign, The Divine Light, and Crie. The Sovereign used their body to create the material world, a world of nature and beauty. Crie used his body to create the Spirit World, a land of nightmares and horror. These two gods loved each other, and together they made all the animals and monsters that inhabit the world of Fether, with The Sovereign giving them flesh and blood, and Crie giving them souls and dreams.
But the Light was jealous of their creations, and it wanted to create a creature of its own. The Sovereign and their husband agreed to give The Light children of its design, and thus humanity was born. But The Light wasn’t satisfied. It kept asking for more and more. And eventually, it stopped asking. Before the two others could realize that their playmate had no love for them, it had bound The Sovereign with a device called The Apparatus, leaving Crie with no ability to affect material things, and allowing The Light to do whatever it wanted to the world.
One day, longer ago than anyone alive could remember, The Light took a thousand of humanity’s best and brightest to become gods and help it in its work. Out of the thousand, only three survived the process of entering godhood. The first was Dredge Velmort, who was put to work managing the souls of the dead to keep Crie in check. The second was Strife Whitevein, who was given the job of protecting humanity from disease and keeping the Bound Sovereign asleep. The third was lost to history and remains unknown to this day.
But when these new gods started gaining followers, The Light was displeased. It locked its new creations into domains of its choosing. Dredge was locked in Purgatory, where he could see the world but never touch it. Strife was locked in the Apparatus, where he must work eternally, making new drugs to keep The Sovereign calm and asleep, lest the Apparatus be destroyed, and Strife with it. No one knows where the third one went.
500 years ago, a country now lost to time decided to colonize Greyland. The land was hostile, but using superior technology, they were able to tame part of it.
But the country of Greyland is so incredibly wicked that many of the machines used to make the land livable are still out in the wilds, deemed unrecoverable by a previous generation. But now technology and magic have evolved beyond what that generation could have dreamed of, and those ancient, impossible machines are so valuable that just one could get you a home in the tamed parts of Greyland, far from the horrors the land hides away.
The country itself, however, is not as dastardly as those who live in it. Dreaded cults, secret societies of evil wizards and warlocks, an incompetent government, and the oppressive Church of Divine Light are staples of Greyland.
300 years ago, humanity discovered dark magic. Occultists discovered that matter from the Spirit World could be drawn into the material world to create fantastic effects, from manipulating life and death to creating creatures and seemingly impossible effects, all without swearing fealty to a god. But what they failed to realize was that doing so gave Crie an opening. A chance to free his spouse. And a chance to get revenge on The Light and its pathetic little creations.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Hey Nolkiss, I responded to your starter in the Fallout: New York PM if you would like to rp.
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*the confetti drifts away sadly*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Does that mean another tavern?
Terra Lubridia archive:
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Is there like a school break or something? DDB isn’t anywhere near as active as when I first posted here. >^<
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