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[code]In what is now known as The Great Time of Dying, the old King saved his world from the falling star. He broke himself, he was left unmoving in his high tower of stone for uncountable years. Man-kin was born during this age, the origins unknown to all living Man-kin. The Allfolk emerged from the trees and the earth and the skies, born from natural forces and more civilized than Men. The Machines of old, even before The Great Time of Dying, sputtered and awoke. Starborn deities were brought down from the heavens to our world, and began building strange machine cities. 

Civilizations rose and fell, their people grew old and died. Wars were fought, attempts to eradicate races were numerous and fruitless, but the wars finally stopped. With no more land to conquer an uneasy peace fell across the world. 

The Civilizations of Man-Kin discovered fire and steel, and they refined their bodies and minds around fire and steel. Fire and Steel created their weapons, it built their cities, it destroyed and created. Fire and Steel were but the first elements that Man mastered, and soon they were not just physically daunting warriors, but powerful sorcerers wielding the elements to their whims.

The Allfolk built nations in seclusion, avoiding sustained contact between themselves and others. Keeping large and densely populated cities, defended by ancient and powerful magic. This seclusion separated them emotionally from each other and Man-Kin. Leaving them in an unsteady view in the eyes of Men.

The Steelwalkers harvested unrelentingly, and built mega-cities where they performed mechanical duties that all non-machines can only guess to understand. Others avoided where they built and harvested, for they eliminated intruders with vicious prejudice.

The Starborn struck peace between them all, distributing their warp technology to all nations. Creating the daunting Warp-Towers, enormous buildings placed equidistantly from every major civilization. To bridge the gap which would largely be unfathomable otherwise. They themselves remained in their flying Capital Ships, distant and largely untouchable. 

Though not people, per say, the Beasts and Beastfolk do eke out their existence in this world. With strange hidden villages, giant beastial horrors the size of mountains, bizarre monstrosities that lurk in the night, and half-men who sit apart from all others. Those terrible lizards that stomp the Earth, predatory or otherwise. With claws that may rip a man asunder and feet that could crush a Steelwalker, they are above most beasts. Though there are some who would rival their power and ferocity. They do not build cities, but are instead nomads and wanderers.

But the Old King, in his timeless slumber, awoke in this unceasing peacetime. The ground cracked all across the world, the molten stone beneath the earth was unleashed and spewed into the air. Darkening the sky and raining fire from the heavens, chaos once more struck the world of blood and steel. The Old King’s rage had boiled over, watching helplessly as the world of constant mayhem that he had loved was brought to a land of peace and prosperity. Where weak men were born to weak cultures. 

That time was over, and the Old King’s time was once more. From beneath his castle on high, rose his machine beasts. Lumbering mechanical lizards of steel and lightning and hate, they washed across the world like a demoniac flood. In the chaos left behind by the eruptions, the civilizations of the world were not prepared for this wave of destruction. 

They fought back against the Old King, they raised new cities in desperation, and generations of war were waged. Revolutionary technologies, Strange magic, New civilizations, and Hardy folk were born. When he felt that his work had been done, the Old King drew back his hordes. The hatred of the Old King was great, the resentment for the loss of life, the destruction of their homes. 

Against the Old King they raised armies and prepared for war, but in their hatred they knew not what the Old King looked like. Where was he? What was he? What can he do? What is his name? 

Only the Steelwalkers knew, for they were the only ones ancient enough to know of the Old King’s time. In a frenzy, every faction marched against the Steelwalkers. War had once again touched the lands of the world, they wished to raise themselves above all others. To attain vengeance for themselves, and in doing so, they struck against one another. 

Man-Kin tamed great beasts of the Earth, the Terrible Lizards who were greater than any other. Giant lumbering beasts that feasted on anything they could get their mouths around. 

Allfolk raised powerful legendary creatures to do their bidding, fire spewing and earth swimming creatures. Varied and terrifying, their bulk comparable to that of any city made by mortal hands.

Starborn summoned horrible entities from beyond the stars, in their rage of being betrayed by the lesser beings of earth. These great cosmic demons consume souls and drive to the point of breaking the minds of mortal men.

But the Steelwalkers were not defenseless either, for they were as ancient and powerful as The Old King. They build behemoths of steel, warriors of unmatched physical prowess. They fought back against the behemoths summoned by foreign and domestic foes.

In the mayhem ensuing, the world is left in a constant state of war, and the Old King rides his mighty mechanical steed in bliss. Laying waste to any warrior who stands to him, an unknown Warlord. Roaming what he believes is 'his' world, relishing in the bloodshed and misery. 

This World is known as Obas, a land of bloodshed and misery. Where the mightiest warriors live and die in glorious battle, and try to eke out a living in a world where most everything wants to kill or eat you. 

The Great Time of Dying separates this world from our own, and the Old King stopped the world from being destroyed by the Cretaceous Asteroid. Yes, this is our world, but in a much more dangerous timeline. [/code]
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This roleplay is set in an alternate timeline of savagery, barbarism, mysticism and strange futuristic and ancient technology. Where aliens fight dragons, barbarians clash with dinosaurs, and sorcerers trade shots with sharpshooters. 

This will be a community driven roleplay, where every player can make their own plot in the world of Obas, as well as participate in an overarching plot.