_Nialla_Daugherty
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- Posted: Fri, 23 Oct 2009 15:55:49 +0000
Welcome to Barydia
Sixty seven years ago, life was not always like this. A nuclear war that waged on the surface between battling countries aided the extinction of most living organisms. Those who sought refuge deep within the bellies of caves managed to survive. Explorers discovered cave materials that acted like an energy source, allowing for plant life to survive and to help power the city. Streams flowing through out the cave also provide energy allowing for electrical appliances. After the energy was utilized, homes emerged from rocks, later becoming much more elaborate buildings and turning into a beautiful underground city. The cave materials that supply energy give off a sky blue glow, and thus were put in lanterns to be hung on stalactites through out the city. Space between buildings is limited, allowing only transportation by foot or small carts. Beautifully crafted bridges have been formed everywhere to allow easy access to either side of the streams.
During the city’s development, a government system was established and the population's cowardly leaders dubbed the surface world illegal for fear of radiation poisoning. Many books and entertainment concerning the surface world are banned to eliminate any curiosity. Elders who remember the surface world have been paid off to keep that world a secret. If any information regarding the surface world was leaked to the public, those responsible would quickly be behind bars. Inquiring minds would only lead to defiance of leaders.
Life beyond Baridya exists and holds a world reclaimed by Mother Nature. Vines twist and coil around and through decayed buildings. Streets do not seem to exist anymore, and creatures of all varieties reign supreme. Some have even acquired special abilities due to reactions from the radiation. Not much is known about this world, but rebels tired of bogus rules and lying leaders will soon marvel at its existence.





Fajin had just begun to wander deeper into the sanctuary of the cave when want little light was stolen away by it's depth. The travel was not hard but the creeping paranoia that comes with being completely submerged in darkness had begun to eat at his serenity. If only he had a torch, a lantern, anything with light, he would be better off. Alas all he had was his clothing, his staff, and a set of wooden prayer beads. 