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Requiem for a God
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Created by :Sakimori3855 and Yoshifuma
Mods: Sakimori3855, Yoshifuma, and Sober Bard of Rage
Mods: Sakimori3855, Yoshifuma, and Sober Bard of Rage
(Still working out some things, if something doesn't make sense then ask as many questions as you need)
Synopsis: This adventure takes place in a world where fantasy and technology mingle. Mana fills the air, making magic possible and even comprising certain beings. Meanwhile technology is advanced enough to allow the replacement of lost limbs and the creation of human-like machines. People tend to travel the land by foot or carriage and use boats to cross the water, while airships are few and far between. Magic has been used to travel nearly instantly but the techniques have been lost over the years or deemed dangerous. The architecture ranges from simple wooden huts or cabins to large houses and castles made out of stone brick.
The religion of the world focuses on the eight spirit gods. Each spirit god corresponds with an element in the world and has their own way of thinking, some preferring to go into battle or just see the beauty in the things around them. None require total devotion to their teachings, leaving people with the option to worship two or more based on the elements they want to focus on. Worshipping a spirit god allows them to work their influence over one’s surroundings. This could be in many forms such as a gift or aid of some sort. There are also gods above the spirit gods, their creators, that have a smaller following and don’t have any guidelines for the people to follow. These gods do not work like their lesser counterparts, preferring to stay out of others’ affairs and merely watch events unfold. But it’s not unheard of them to extend a helping hand to someone, both non-believer and believer.
Technology is advanced in some aspects but simple in others. There are a few cities that are the epitome of technologically advanced, being able to make things such robots that can operate by themselves to follow simple commands and machines that can make tasks such as mining and farming easier. Meanwhile most of the cities are what one would expect of a medieval time period, relying more on manual labor to get the work done. One would think that the technological side would hold some sort of power over the other, but this isn’t the case as the more advanced is not an absolute. This is because of multiple reasons. The difficulty of getting the needed materials, which is why these advanced cities tend to be near mountains, and the dangers that plague the lands be they creatures or the world itself. Attacks from hostile creatures and naturally formed obstacles make trading difficult. This also leads to why mass production and vehicles other than carriages are unknown to this world.
The moon, that giant orb that sits opposite of the sun. It’s nothing more than a rock in the sky to most, a symbol of change and power for others. Unbeknownst to nearly everyone the moon is a cage. For what you ask? The god of all things dead, Cronus. Unlike the other gods that created everything Cronus is insanity incarnate, wishing death and chaos on all for no true reason. But what would you expect from the antithesis of the god Omega? For a time Cronus had been sealed on the planet itself, but after a repeated cycle of destruction and reconstruction every time the seal weakened Omega grew tired of his brother’s antics and sealed the insane god on the moon.
While stuck on the desolate rock Cronus began to use his power as a god in a new way. He found that he could manipulate the moon and change its landscape whenever he pleased. Mountains rose and fell, quakes rent the ground open and forced it closed. And yet, Cronus found himself eventually found himself bored, for even though he wished to destroy life a world completely devoid of it gave him no pleasure. So the god began creating his own life. First came creatures of flesh and blood, then the spirits, and finally the spirit gods. Most of them were just as insane as Cronus himself, but a few of the god’s creations were born sane. There’s no telling why or how an insane god managed to create sane beings, maybe he was mocking himself, or maybe they were just an accident?
It wasn’t long before Cronus once again grew tired of his prison. After thousands of years of him and his spirit gods creating and destroying life on the moon the god turned his gaze to the planet that had once been his cell. The sight of it caused a feeling of yearning to grow in Cronus. He could see that life still thrived there and it was so much grander than his own. So the god began to devise a way to create chaos on that planet and free himself from his prison.
Eventually a spirit god was chosen, or rather volunteered, to be sent down to the planet once the seal had weakened enough to allow such a being through. It wasn’t the true first attempt at breaching the seal as spirits and creatures had been sent to the planet as trial runs, but while simpler things had made it through easily the spirit god wasn’t so lucky.
This story begins in the rural city Chomba found in the west. Trees surround the city from all sides save for the south and a river runs through the western side. The city is for the most part simple, owing its size to travelers coming for the yearly festival that celebrates the town’s founding. Because of this a fair majority of the town’s buildings are inns, while there are still homes and other businesses such as blacksmiths. While most of the buildings are made from wood there is a tower made of marble that sticks out like a sore thumb in the western part of town not too far from the river.(E6)
This tower has been in Chomba for as long as anyone remembers, possibly having always been in the area with the town having been built around it long ago. The tower reaches high enough into the sky that no one is certain that they’ve seen the peak. Besides its unknown origins and height another strange thing about this tower is that no one has actually managed to venture inside of it, the stone door held fast by an unknown force. The only evidence showing that the door can be opened being a square shaped slot to the left of it.
Now, the day for the yearly festival is coming up, preparations are being made for everything to happen as soon as possible. Beings from the various races are coming to Chomba in order to celebrate and take part in the festivities. Thankfully the town’s placement makes it comfortable for most, if not all, of them. But while everyone else is hurrying to get a room and have their fun a single elf is lagging behind. A limp and the smell of death lingering around him hinting that he is not well. Beneath the hood of his cloak his face is tight with fear, worry, and pain. If one was to give him a second glance they’d notice that he is holding onto a small pouch made out of purple cloth as though it would get snatched out of his hands the second he relaxed.
The elf stumbles into Chomba, clearly exhausted but unsure if he should seek aid or find a place to rest if only for a moment. Elsewhere a trio in black cloaks, their hoods hiding their faces, walks with purpose, relaxed and yet determination coming off of them.
“I’m amazed he hasn’t keeled over yet, maybe elves are hardier than they look.” The tallest figure spoke, it’s voice was masculine but had an unusual sound. “Not that it matters, he’ll heading right where we need him.” “But if he manages to lock the tower down we’ll pay for it, dearly.” The shortest figure spoke up, a feminine voice softer than silk. “Then let us hurry.” The final figure said, another man, before the trio increased their pace towards Chomba, dark clouds following in their wake.
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The religion of the world focuses on the eight spirit gods. Each spirit god corresponds with an element in the world and has their own way of thinking, some preferring to go into battle or just see the beauty in the things around them. None require total devotion to their teachings, leaving people with the option to worship two or more based on the elements they want to focus on. Worshipping a spirit god allows them to work their influence over one’s surroundings. This could be in many forms such as a gift or aid of some sort. There are also gods above the spirit gods, their creators, that have a smaller following and don’t have any guidelines for the people to follow. These gods do not work like their lesser counterparts, preferring to stay out of others’ affairs and merely watch events unfold. But it’s not unheard of them to extend a helping hand to someone, both non-believer and believer.
Technology is advanced in some aspects but simple in others. There are a few cities that are the epitome of technologically advanced, being able to make things such robots that can operate by themselves to follow simple commands and machines that can make tasks such as mining and farming easier. Meanwhile most of the cities are what one would expect of a medieval time period, relying more on manual labor to get the work done. One would think that the technological side would hold some sort of power over the other, but this isn’t the case as the more advanced is not an absolute. This is because of multiple reasons. The difficulty of getting the needed materials, which is why these advanced cities tend to be near mountains, and the dangers that plague the lands be they creatures or the world itself. Attacks from hostile creatures and naturally formed obstacles make trading difficult. This also leads to why mass production and vehicles other than carriages are unknown to this world.
The moon, that giant orb that sits opposite of the sun. It’s nothing more than a rock in the sky to most, a symbol of change and power for others. Unbeknownst to nearly everyone the moon is a cage. For what you ask? The god of all things dead, Cronus. Unlike the other gods that created everything Cronus is insanity incarnate, wishing death and chaos on all for no true reason. But what would you expect from the antithesis of the god Omega? For a time Cronus had been sealed on the planet itself, but after a repeated cycle of destruction and reconstruction every time the seal weakened Omega grew tired of his brother’s antics and sealed the insane god on the moon.
While stuck on the desolate rock Cronus began to use his power as a god in a new way. He found that he could manipulate the moon and change its landscape whenever he pleased. Mountains rose and fell, quakes rent the ground open and forced it closed. And yet, Cronus found himself eventually found himself bored, for even though he wished to destroy life a world completely devoid of it gave him no pleasure. So the god began creating his own life. First came creatures of flesh and blood, then the spirits, and finally the spirit gods. Most of them were just as insane as Cronus himself, but a few of the god’s creations were born sane. There’s no telling why or how an insane god managed to create sane beings, maybe he was mocking himself, or maybe they were just an accident?
It wasn’t long before Cronus once again grew tired of his prison. After thousands of years of him and his spirit gods creating and destroying life on the moon the god turned his gaze to the planet that had once been his cell. The sight of it caused a feeling of yearning to grow in Cronus. He could see that life still thrived there and it was so much grander than his own. So the god began to devise a way to create chaos on that planet and free himself from his prison.
Eventually a spirit god was chosen, or rather volunteered, to be sent down to the planet once the seal had weakened enough to allow such a being through. It wasn’t the true first attempt at breaching the seal as spirits and creatures had been sent to the planet as trial runs, but while simpler things had made it through easily the spirit god wasn’t so lucky.
This story begins in the rural city Chomba found in the west. Trees surround the city from all sides save for the south and a river runs through the western side. The city is for the most part simple, owing its size to travelers coming for the yearly festival that celebrates the town’s founding. Because of this a fair majority of the town’s buildings are inns, while there are still homes and other businesses such as blacksmiths. While most of the buildings are made from wood there is a tower made of marble that sticks out like a sore thumb in the western part of town not too far from the river.(E6)
This tower has been in Chomba for as long as anyone remembers, possibly having always been in the area with the town having been built around it long ago. The tower reaches high enough into the sky that no one is certain that they’ve seen the peak. Besides its unknown origins and height another strange thing about this tower is that no one has actually managed to venture inside of it, the stone door held fast by an unknown force. The only evidence showing that the door can be opened being a square shaped slot to the left of it.
Now, the day for the yearly festival is coming up, preparations are being made for everything to happen as soon as possible. Beings from the various races are coming to Chomba in order to celebrate and take part in the festivities. Thankfully the town’s placement makes it comfortable for most, if not all, of them. But while everyone else is hurrying to get a room and have their fun a single elf is lagging behind. A limp and the smell of death lingering around him hinting that he is not well. Beneath the hood of his cloak his face is tight with fear, worry, and pain. If one was to give him a second glance they’d notice that he is holding onto a small pouch made out of purple cloth as though it would get snatched out of his hands the second he relaxed.
The elf stumbles into Chomba, clearly exhausted but unsure if he should seek aid or find a place to rest if only for a moment. Elsewhere a trio in black cloaks, their hoods hiding their faces, walks with purpose, relaxed and yet determination coming off of them.
“I’m amazed he hasn’t keeled over yet, maybe elves are hardier than they look.” The tallest figure spoke, it’s voice was masculine but had an unusual sound. “Not that it matters, he’ll heading right where we need him.” “But if he manages to lock the tower down we’ll pay for it, dearly.” The shortest figure spoke up, a feminine voice softer than silk. “Then let us hurry.” The final figure said, another man, before the trio increased their pace towards Chomba, dark clouds following in their wake.
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