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C:\Expanse\Data\User_Data\Suzuki_Takada...

A stillness of panic traced a horrible image through Suzi's mind, alongside the excitement she was feeling. It caused a strange jolt of energy to feel both at the same time, but soon enough, the sensation became too entangled for the young girl to clearly recognize what she was feeling. All she had left was concern for her Digimon and herself.

Why can't Kyaromon Digivolve?

With her mouth still in the small shape of an o, Suzi studied Kyaromon. Am I being too hard on him? Her lips sealed, and her two front teeth nibbled on them, as she tried to dissect, inspect her thoughts. Caution lead her carefully in the next split seconds while she watched the failure of her Digimon. A pain tugged at her chest as she watched.

"What are we supposed to do?" Suzi asked Kyaromon. However, before she could answer, up on the hill a girl being chased by a Mettaur shouted. Again, the young girl's mouth opened into a small o of observation. Her lips were no longer being nibbled to blood under the pressure she was feeling.

She wanted to grab Kyaromon and run, but something stopped her. Her feet would not move. Her mind was unable to make one foot lift. Not her right. Not her left. They remained in one spot, planted like the trees at the beginning of the forest on the outskirts of the terrain.

"K... Kyaromon?"
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apocalypse & magical fantasy


W I P


讬职讛讜指讛 砖指讈诪指旨讛
T H E N E W J E R U S A L E M


L O R E

讬侄讚址注 注址诐
They came to us, sprinkling like sand in an hour glass. Their gold glistened in the desert sun, and their powers were more encompassing than the sky. Slowly, their magic weaved a new world around us, and we became inhabitants of a new phenomenon. Forever our reality would be altered. We built temples for them at the beckoning of their promises. We practiced their words as disciples to these new religious orders. We became citizens of a new world.

For a while, the world was at peace while the beings of the sky enlightened us. They guarded and protected us from the evil spirits that once plagued our world. We promised our lives to them. We lived in their paradise. Until one day, when our guards were at complete rest, a new set of rules began transforing around us. These rules road on dark, shadowy horses. Their dark veils covered their large treacherous bodies. Their powers reigned storms of evil upon our world. They made newer, bigger promises. They created new creeds, which split us apart. They forced us into never-ending wars. They plagued us in a famine of darkness. They cracked whips of lightning over the golden beings we had once called gods. Again, we found ourselves slaves to our fallen nature. However, this time would be the last time.

With one tear of hope, a prophecy was foretold. It came from the Old City of Jerusalem as a vision in a dream. An oracle interpreted it as thus, the fighting will continue to generations. Humans will be sacrificed. Their blood and torment will paint the memories of every living thing. They will be faced with a choice, to succumb to the powerful urges of their fallen nature or endure the pain and suffering of fighting for their eternal freedom. A New Jerusalem is coming. It shall come down from the Holy of Hies and establish Eschaton. Those who choose to follow the darkness will perish, but those who fight for the light will endure forever in the world to come. And such generations have come to pass that we have been taught to believe, the New Jerusalem has already come. Some believe the gates have already been closed and locked to those not already inhabiting the Holy Paradise. Others have gone in conquest of finding the Holy Paradise solely for corrupted reasons, whether personal gain or destroying it altogether. Regardless, those who seek shall find, and not all those who wander are lost.


S E T T I N G & P R E M I S E

诪住讙专转 讜讛谞讞转 讬住讜讚
The world is in the midst of the apocalypse. The world is war torn. She鈥檚 been dying for generations, now, and some wonder if the world has already turned to hell 鈥 death is the only escape, which many use as their only option. Men have gone crazy looking for Eschaton, the New Jerusalem, the Holy Paradise. They have gone mad with power, pride, hunger, lust, envy, ennui. They will stop at nothing to escape the war torn wastelands, even if it means killing himself. Yet, mankind still struggles onward in vain hopes for something...

Regardless of who your character is or where he or she has been, each character has found himself in the Fertile Crescent, the most war torn area of the world. Legends say that one of the twelve gates to the New Jerusalem lies within the Fertile Crescent, the start of civilization and the area most inhabited by the mystical beings who came generations ago.

Technology has not advanced since the insurgence of magic. Mankind relies more heavily on mysticism and nature as the beasts have taken over. The dragons of the sky make traveling by air dangerous, and the leviathans make traveling by sea perilous. Warships inhabit both the sky and water. Beasts, tanks, and guns roam the lands, but cars still exist. Therefore, travel is not impossible but very difficult and risky.

Your character is in search for the New Jerusalem. Your character's reason for finding the Holy Land is unique and of itself. Maybe your character is in search for the New Jerusalem as a task from a powerful warlord. Maybe your character is a power hungry lord. Maybe your character is with a group that is seeking refuge and escape from the suffering the apocalypse has caused. Maybe your character prays to be united with his or her family once, again. Maybe, it is none of these reasons, but there is a reason. Your character is armed. Your character may know a little magic or how to wield some sort of weapon. Your character has scars from the world. Some of these scars are visible. Some of these scars are invisible. But, just like your character's reason, his or her scars are there. They are memories of his or her history, and if history repeats itself for those who do not learn from it, your character can stop at nothing to find the New Jerusalem.

Every human has his or her own mortal flaw. Some of those flaws are the same as others. Some are different than others. Some humans have more flaws than other humans. However, every human's flaw affects him or her in its own unique way. What is your character's flaw?

This is not to say every human is damned. Every human has his or her own excelling virtue. These virtue redeem mankind and give hope in continuing to live. What is your character's virtue?

Throughout the journey, which trait will win: the flaw or the virtue? Choose your traits wisely, because the sands of time are slipping away, and not everyone has the ability to make it to Eschaton, no matter how good he or she believes himself or herself to be.


M A P

诪拽讜诪讜转


P L A C E S

诪址驻旨指讛



C H A R A C T E R S H E E T

讚职诪讜旨转



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讚转讜转 讜讗诇讜讛讜讬讜转
R E L I G I O N S A N D D E I T I E S

C H R I S T I A N I T Y

H E L L E N I S M

I S L A M

K E M E T I S M

W I C C A


讻旨址砖讈指驻讜旨转
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S P E L L S

M A T E R I A L S

R I T E S

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讟侄讻谞讜止诇讜止讙执讬指讛
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