Noir Posted October 4, 2017 Share Posted October 4, 2017 "Gather 'round and I will tell you of how things came to be. Many lifetimes ago, the world was spanned by kingdoms, vast empires and the rare wild places. The world was tamed, if you will. Monsters were destroyed, or forced ever closer to the edge of maps, and the very land itself was brought under our heel. It was good. It was safe. Or so we thought. Nobody is certain what brought them here, maybe they sensed weakness, that we had gone soft. Maybe turning our happiness to sorrow was that much more sweeter for them. I dunno why they came, but came they did. The Horrors. Strange creatures, that fed on fear, pain, hate and spread madness and in their wake. It started slow at first. One here or there, across the map from each other. They were fought and, often at great cost, defeated. But over the years, they came more often, and people began to realize these beasts were connected. Though all unique, they shared some traits and all fed the same. What was once a trickle of Horrors grew. Even the greatest empires on the world knew they would not be able to hold out for long. A flood of Horrors was coming, and it looked like the end. And then it was the Dragons came forth, offering a means of battling, or at least surviving, the oncoming flood of Horrors. The Scourge. The Dragons taught us how to take shelter within the earth, protected by strange and powerful warding magic shared, said to be a gift from Bahamut. Now some stayed and fought, led by Paladins and Clerics and maybe even the Dragons themselves. But the rest took shelter, sealing ourselves away behind the dragons' wards, holding the Horrors at bay, in hopes that they would either be defeated, or soon begin to starve and leave. Generations went by, and one by one the wards were dropped, or began to fail without proper maintenance, and we once more set foot on the surface, feeling the grass beneath our feet, the breeze in our hair and the sun on our faces. It was our world, but different now. Rivers found new paths through the changed landscape. Where once had been fields of crops as far as the eye could see, now stood forests and jungles and swamps. Shorelines of oceans were unrecognizable now. Maybe, in the end, the Scourge was a good thing, for the world was reborn. A fresh start for us, and maybe this time we won't muck it up like our ancestors did. There are stories of a Horror here or there, but it seems for the most part, they have retreated to whatever hell spawned them. And now there is a new world that needs exploring. Communities to be awakened, ruins to be found, adventure and treasure to be had. The handful of you venture into this world, to help rebuild it. Let us do the mundane work. The farming and carpentry and what not. That is easy. But what the world needs now are stories... legends... Heroes... to fight away the fear and give hope..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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