Kingfisher

Ashes Pave The Road Ahead [Sci-Fi Post-Apocalyptic]

Hi there ^_^ seems we meet yet again!

@rivaan

People are gonna start talking.

Ashes Pave The Road Ahead [Sci-Fi Post-Apocalyptic]

Hey there, this indeed sounds pretty interresting!

@rivaan

oh hi Rivaan

Ashes Pave The Road Ahead [Sci-Fi Post-Apocalyptic]

Yep. Sign me up.

@Flagg

Good to have ya!

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Sorry, didn't see that edit about writing for Damion until just now. Sadly I will be unable to do so until later, as I'm a bit busy today.

And I think Khaelavna just took a few more levels in 'antagonist'. Holy shit.

@TheWizardLizard

Boo.

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Khalaevna liked little less than being ordered about, and it took great strength to not lash out at the Northerner. Her soldiers may have been fierce in their devotion to Mortaroth, but the Over-Tyrant had no god other than herself. What difference does it make who I claim to worship? she reasoned internally. So long as I keep on ruling .

The Over-Tyrant bent down, her knees popping beneath her massive weight, and grabbed hold of the staff which bore the head of Aureus Icelake.

“I pledge my allegiance to the Old Ones; the true masters of the North.” She declared firmly “Their enemies are my enemies, and I shall be the vessel of their furious retribution.”

No sooner had the Over-Tyrant finished speaking, then the world seemed to twist and darken around her. She took one cumbersome step forwards, and then her enormous body gave way, and she was sent tumbling to the ground. All the while she could feel something...changing inside her. A current of dark majesty crashed through her veins, burning beneath her skin, as she could feel herself being morphed from the inside out.

Her head struck the floor, and the world went black.

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When Khalaevna reawoke, the world had changed around her.

Her eyes fluttered open, and the sights which greeted her pushed and bent her mind to the farthest reaches of believability

Stretching out before her, was a tide of tooth and claw and horns and hooves. Where once there had been Northmen, there was now a sprawling horde of twisted creatures, covered from the waist down with coarse brown fur, walking upon cloven hooves the colour of obsidian. Their bodies were rippling with muscle, and swirling ivory horns exploded from either side of their head. Their teeth were sharp and jagged, jutting out beneath eyes which hissed and crackled with demonic fire. They still bore the armour and weapons which they had as men -swords and axes - dull armour and leather gauntlets, but their transformation into beasts had been complete and absolute.

Other monstrosities joined their ranks;

A mammoth, bestial creature which stood upon legs like tree trunks, and bore two, warped heads. A great leathery fiend which looked as though it were made of exposed muscle, with huge bat-like wings, and claws which looked to be crafted of pale bone. And a stooped pink-skinned abomination, with a face devoid of any features, and a thousand blinking eyes dotting its raw flesh.

Khalaevna’s mind was rattled with shock, as her eyes struggled to comprehend the sights before her, she leant backwards, and found herself supported by a seat of hard black stone. Gazing down in disbelief, the Over-Tyrant found that her gigantic body was propped up on an ornate palanquin, imbued with ancient nordic runes, and hoisted up upon the back of a swarm of shrivelled, gremlin-like creatures, with gnashing mouths full of twisted teeth, black and sickly with rot and pus.

Khalaevna’s own attire was gone; replaced by golden rings and rich silks, which exposed the wobbling pale mass of her obese form. Her black hair was woven in gleaming clasps, and jeweled studs pierced her ears.

It was then that the Over-Tyrant decided what her role in this game would be.

She opened her mouth and called out, addressing the horde of horrors before her.

“My Children! We have embraced the powers bestowed upon us by our new masters, and with them we shall bring blood and fire to the Southern Kingdoms! The path to our salvation shall be paved with the bones of those who seek to block our path, as we cast the rotten corpses of their false gods down into the abyss. Their towns will burn, their cities will crumble, and their streets will run red, as their life seeps out of them. I am the Over-Tyrant, and it is my hand that shall rip apart these bastions of weakness, and raise up a kingdom of pleasure and pain from its ashes!”

The demon’s roaring could be heard for miles around, as it shook hills, and valleys, and the very mountains themselves.

Ashes Pave The Road Ahead [Sci-Fi Post-Apocalyptic]

“One declares so many things to be a crime, that it is impossible to live without breaking laws.”

The City of Kahrenvel once stood as a glimmering fragment of all which humanity has accomplished. Like so many other of the galaxies sprawling metropolitan worlds, Kahrenvel was a bastion of thriving industry and technological wonders, nestled quietly in the verges of space. The economy boomed, and peace ruled the shining steel streets.

Until the collapse.

Mutants crawled out of pipes and burrows, scampering through the darkness and ripping apart whatever they could sink their claws into. Chaos swept through the planet in a raging inferno, as entire countries melted away into a heap of smouldering wreckage, stricken with the bodies of those who didn’t move fast or shoot quickly enough.

“Necessity is blind until it becomes conscious. Freedom is the consciousness of necessity.”

No one is coming to save us . Kahrenvel rotted away as years, and then centuries flickered by. A rusted husk of scrap and bones was all that remained, drowned in the blood of the countless billions who succumbed to the horrors of the cold necropolis.

Yet, somehow, life endured.

“Every man has a price, or a guy like me couldn’t exist.”

Some burrowed beneath the ground. Some slipped quietly into the burned out carcesses of skyscrapers. Some stitched their fortresses together from the bodies of the dead.

It has been one hundred and eighty years since the fall of civilisation on Kahrenvel. All that remains of the city’s mechanized legacy is the broken shells of long silent factories, and the planet’s name itself.

Technology is a twisted mess of everything from hyper-advanced space age wonders, to primitive barbarism. Some wield muskets, others laser guns. Some drive hover cars, others chariots.

Kahrenvel has become a completely self-sustaining community, cut off from the galaxy around it. A world on fire, content to burn silently in the darkness.

“War can only be abolished through war, and in order to get rid of the gun it is necessary to take up the gun.”

OOC

The game takes place in the ruins of a space opera style human colony. Kahrenvel is a missmash of countless generations of technology, and this is reflected in the planet itself. Some communities have endured relatively well, housing exclusive restaurants for the rich, and cutting-edge medical clinics. Others are a mess of tribal warfare and crippling disease. Sickly mutants pose a threat to those who came after the collapse, but no threat is so great as that which humanity poses to itself.

The world is open for players to add and create to as they wish. Invent new factions, cities, and even countries.

Do I have anyone’s interest?

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

So...

Kurtz will be working loosely with Maharet to track down the her enemies, and both will quietly be working to bring down the Bloodbloom Syndicate, which is very déclassé and not the sort of organization respectable monsters people would associate with. If we want to make this intersect with any ongoing plotlines or anyone wants in on the action, I'm happy to collaborate!

As I mentioned in my last post, the Firm needs a necromancer for a contract job, if that's of interest to anyone as as a potential plot-intersection device.

@Flagg

I shall PM you two about this at some point in the near future.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

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Oh.

So calling that one dude killed by the Slayer "Hugh Blackwood" was not an accident?

@Atrophy

That one I just thought sounded cool.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

The name LaCroix stood out to me. I'm disappointed the was no 'Officer Chunk' in that list.

@Drinky

All the masquerade points for you, sir.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

@Kingfisher The "penis" part?

@JulienJaden

I try not to think about it.