One more collaboration post will be posted then the time skip GM post will be posted sometime tonight or tomorrow to continue the plot and development.
Future plans/collaborations:
> GM Post tonight (4/10/2025) or tomorrow (4/11/2025)
> Large Pilka solo post focusing on the Cult of Darkness and the civilization/communities outside of Dominion
Once the shaking began to settle down, Scotti decided to rise to his feet, and he kept his hand up against one of the metal walls of the gigantic vent and looked back to where he had fallen. “Guess I should get heading home,” he huffed out while beginning to walk towards the Grey Market in Khia. There was nothing else he could do — he told Selene everything he knew, and he knew he would have consequences coming his way — so he was done for today and would go home.
A part of him wanted to chat with Selene, ask what she was up to, but he knew they were not friends. They were complete strangers, so he kept to himself. His shoulders were a bit tight as he walked with hands in his hoodie pouch.
The corridor was sealed now. A collapsed artery of Dominion's decaying underbelly. Their way back, the makeshift line, the vents they’d come through—all of it buried behind a fresh wall of steel ribs and debris. Selene had barely registered the moment it fell, her body still operating in damage-assessment mode. One glance back, though, had told her enough: they weren’t getting through that again. At least not without a small demolition crew and a very bad plan.
So when Scotti muttered his goodbyes and turned toward the dim path sloping toward Khia, she didn’t stop him right away. Not because she trusted him. And not because she thought he’d make it far. But because for a split second, it was easier to let him go. Easier to pretend he’d crawl off into the dark, and she could just vanish into the rust behind him, two ghosts passing through different graveyards. Clean exit. No ties. No questions. It was a habit more than apathy. Let people walk when they want to, especially ones who didn’t owe you anything except regret.
And maybe that was the part that stuck in her ribs as the dust began to settle, because he hadn’t walked. Not when he could’ve. Not when she’d given him every reason to. He’d stayed tethered—annoying, frightened, stubborn—and whether or not it had been by choice didn’t really matter. He was still here. Still breathing because she’d hauled him out, sure, but also because he’d let her.
Selene rose, brushed the rust and bone-dust from her palms, and slung the black case back over her shoulder.
“Hey, Curious Boy.” The epithet was still flint, but its edges had slightly dulled. “Tunnel past the drop-off’s too unstable now. If it cracked during the quake, it’ll finish the job with the weight of one bad step. You go limping into it with that ankle…” Her eyes met his, unblinking. “Your funeral, though. Just don’t expect a eulogy.”
Scotti rolled his eyes when he heard the nickname that was being given to him — Curious boy — and he huffed out with a glance back to the woman. What did she want now? Then he looked in front of him and shrugged, “I wouldn’t have a funeral or a eulogy. Rats don’t get those.” The young man said this so casually since he knew the truth and accepted that fate. He was a rat.
A lie. She would remember. The way his breath hitched when he mentioned his sister, the tremble in his voice that wasn’t entirely fear. She wouldn’t forget any of it.
“C’mon,” she added, jerking her chin toward the side tunnel, a lesser-used service route she’d clocked earlier while assessing anchor points. “It’s longer, but it links back to the Grey Market if you don’t get lost.”
For a second, he looked at her with suspicion as if he wasn’t sure if he should fully trust her or not, and he growled some words under his breath as if he needed to talk himself into or out of something. “Fine,” he huffed out as if he wasn’t appreciative, though the look in his eyes said otherwise.
Scotti walked over to Selene, “Yay… walking,” the man couldn’t sound less enthusiastic if he wanted to. His ankle hurt, it ached, he could feel it swelling, and he wanted to go home to his bed. His bedroom and bed weren’t anything special, but at least that place felt safe.
A few minutes later, Jonathan was deep inside the tunnel. His goal was to find something valuable to sell. However, any fungus he found could be used to make various drugs. As he came down the tunnel, he was softly whistling. Not caring about whether his whistling could attract anyone to his position. If he did get into a fight, he only had his knife to defend himself. If anything, he could just run away towards the mouth of the tunnel. The tall man was crouched in front of some sort of fungus. His gloved hands tried to pull and dislodge the plant. “Come on you little sucker.” Muttering softly. Finally, he pulled out the plant and placed it into his backpack. His other concern was the earthquakes. Being trapped in one of the tunnels would be certain death. And he would need to be aware of his surroundings.
Selene didn’t speak for the first few minutes of their walk. The tunnel they moved through was narrower than the one before, slick with mineral condensation and coated in that same breathless quiet endemic to Dominion’s lower guts. Every step echoed too loudly. Every distant drip tapped like a warning. Scotti limped a few paces behind her. The ache in his ankle was probably sharpening by the minute, and Selene didn’t miss how he winced with every incline. Either way, she hadn’t said much, not because she didn’t have questions, but because she was listening.
That whistle. It was faint, irregular. Not the kind of noise Dominion’s ductwork made naturally. It rose and fell again, soft and human and maddeningly careless.
Selene stopped cold, raising a hand slightly to halt Scotti behind her. She pivoted just enough to catch the sound again. Closer now. Not fast. Whoever it was, they weren’t trying to sneak. That meant either they were stupid or dangerous or both.
“You hear that?” she murmured, the question rhetorical.
Scotti didn’t say much at the beginning of the walk because he felt like there was nothing to say. He told the truth, she knew about his ankle, and they were strangers. There wasn’t much to chat about. It wasn’t like he was in the mood to ask her how her day was going. Keeping his hands in the front pouch of his hoodie while he kept his eyes more on the dim light ground, he was making sure he didn’t trip on anything, since he didn’t want to twist his ankle even more than what it was. His mom was going to be upset. She couldn’t take him to the doctors, no insurance, and it was a trip to get to Qona.
Too lost in his thoughts, he stopped when he noticed Selene had stopped moving, and his brows furrowed out of uncertainty. He could hear the water dripping in the cave, little bits of odd noises, but he didn’t catch the whistling. “Hear what?” he sounded somewhat annoyed as if she was trying to play with him. You know… the way siblings will try to teasingly scare younger ones. That was the situation he felt like he was in, “There are a ton of noises, don’t you hear the water dripping? The noises of what I assume to be rodents or small creatures running around? It’s just noise,” Scotti was trying to keep calm and cool. He didn’t want to freak out over nothing, but his thoughts started to race at all the possibilities of what it could be — Cult Members, a beast of the caves, possibly authorities of Dominion looking for scavengers, scavengers, and plenty of other options. Those thoughts caused him to swallow dryly.
Scotti’s skeptical muttering drew Selene’s attention for half a second. Her expression didn’t shift, but she thought to herself, Must have bumped his head earlier when he fell. What kind of water even whistles?
Jonathan stopped scavenging when he heard some voices a few feet away. At first, he thought it was cult members coming to nab him. Or perhaps the authorities sent him to the clink for scavenging. The idea of the voices of cult members scared him more than the authorities. His body froze, thinking it was the thieves from before wanting revenge. Perhaps they wouldn't walk away if he didn’t make any noise. Waiting a moment before moving while crouching to the other side of the tunnel. Of course, he didn’t consider the noise of his scavenged items jiggling around inside his backpack. This would give away his position. But he thought perhaps they would think it was some other noise.
Selene’s ears caught the faint rattle of something shifting—metal clinking against plastic, or maybe glass. It didn’t matter. She got closer to Scotti this time, whispering, “Ok, now you can’t possibly think it’s just water.”
The younger man glared at Selene, “Don’t tell me you are getting scared,” He was trying to play it off like he wasn’t scared at all but he could feel his palms beginning to get sweaty and his knees were becoming weak at the thoughts of what could be making the noise — It’s a scavenger… or scavenger group… just breathe — he forced himself to take a few steps forward to look around the corner.
Looking around the corner, he saw someone dressed in what he would describe to be an off-brand superhuman costume. You know, the weird costumes in the comics, or maybe he would describe it as a villain or sidekick. Instead of covering his mouth, sucking in his breathe, and going around the corner, he panicked with could be heard in his voice, “What the fuck are you supposed to be?!” he was hoping that the pile of garbage was playing tricks on his eyes and there wasn’t anyone there. Maybe he shouldn’t have acted tough and not scared for Selene? He really only looked around the bend to not look like a complete wuss.
Jonathan thought the shadow of the tunnel completely covered him, but he, unfortunately, assumed that he was completely invisible. The masked man quickly stood up, towering over the two of them. His face had definite fear, even though they couldn’t see it. They didn’t look like the two thieves from before. So he assumed they were also scavengers. “Me? I’m Ratman. Who are you?” He said in his deep, raspy-sounding voice. They couldn’t see, but Jonathan had his hand in his pocket, ready to pull out his knife if they tried to cause any trouble.
“....Ratman?”
Selene blinked once.
What kind of stupid ass name was that?
It landed like a bad punchline, awkward, offbeat, and too damn sincere to be a joke. And yet, the guy was standing there like he meant it. Like he’d woken one day, thrown on a mask, and decided that Ratman was the hill he was willing to die on. She briefly considered the possibility of carbon monoxide poisoning. Hallucinations, after all, would explain everything weird about this situation.
She stared a second longer than necessary, the silence thick with disbelief. The worst part wasn’t even the name for her. It was how it scratched at some half-buried memory of a childhood comic smuggled into a maintenance crawlspace when she was maybe eight, maybe younger. The kind with paper too thin to last and characters drawn in bright, impossible colors. She remembered a parody of a hero in there—mask, cape, stupid catchphrase—and something about the way this guy stood there made the image resurface with uninvited clarity.
Of course, that was back when she still believed in heroes. Before she knew that capes got traded for contracts. That masks weren’t about hiding your face, but hiding your price tag. Before her mother started speaking in locked-door briefings and her father stopped coming home with dirt under his nails because someone had to keep the Syn name clean.
Back when she believed that being good actually meant something.
Selene exhaled, slow and flat.
“…You know, usually the ones who crawl around in filth trying to survive don’t go around naming themselves after the infestation.”
Her gaze slid toward Scotti for a moment—no words, just a look that said you see this shit too, right?
Scotti was staring at the one that introduced himself as Ratman, similar to how Selene was looking at him, except there was confusion. “Ratman?” He wondered if this was the same Ratman that he heard about from the older kids he hung around and young adults — the really really crazy dude — but he was unsure. They didn’t give great descriptions because half of them had never seen him and only heard of him. Some scavengers were known to be out of their minds, and Scotti knew that Ratman, along with a few others, were those types of scavengers.
“Uhm…” He looked at Selene with a little concern. Then he gestured with his hands, “We really do not mean you any trouble, Ratman, and you must be really busy. Right? Since it looks like you are scavenging garbage like rats do —” he seemed to cringe when he said that line. “Not like rats. You aren’t a rat — unless that’s a compliment, then you are the rattiest man I have ever seen, Ratman!” Scotti was showing to be nervous as he let out an anxiety-filled chuckle before stepping a few feet back.
Pointing his fingers like guns towards the way they were going, “It was nice to run into you, though I think we should get going,” Scotti glanced at Selene when he said this and hoped that she was on the same page. He didn’t like the vibes of this guy or any scavenger, to be honest.
“Well, most people call me Ratman, but that is not my birth name.” Ratman was watching them, still standing in the shadows. Watching them because they tried to attack him. But cause of how young they looked, he assumed they wouldn’t be much trouble. “I scavenge various things and fungus to sell. I guess that is why they call me Ratman. So no offence taken.” He said, smiling behind his mask. His eyes looked at Scotti and Selene, feeling they were uncomfortable around him.
“I know the tunnels quite well if you are going inside. I can escort you if you like. But why are you going in the tunnels, if I may ask?” He said, curious, watching both of them. Jonathan wondered where their parents were, assuming they were teenagers.
“Yeah, no, see, this is the part where you don’t get to ask questions,” Selene replied, taking a step forward, not aggressively, but enough to make it clear she wasn’t in the mood to be catalogued like some curiosity he’d stumbled across. She had tolerated Scotti’s wide-eyed prying prior to this primarily because of his age. This scavenger, though, radiated no such naiveté. She also didn’t know what exactly he’d meant by “they”, but whoever they were might have had a good reason to pass on such a nickname besides the man’s love of scavenging. “Besides, what would you even gain by helping two strangers?” Altruism among vagrants, after all, was as rare as natural light here.
Scotti wondered who were most people and the explanation of why they call him Ratman seemed good enough, except he felt like there was more to it. Selene seemed to be taking a stance with the man which allowed him to back up a foot more just to feel a little safer. Scavengers were chaotic and almost unpredictable with their behaviors — some were friendly, others were not, and some acted like your friend until you turned around. It was a ruthless world, and the young man was not wanting to wait around and figure out what type of person Ratman was.
As Selene stepped forward, Jonathan stepped back, feeling somewhat threatened by her. The tall man stepped back into the shadows. “I just like helping people. Even though people don’t seem to like me. I usually scavenge alone, and it can be nice, but sometimes it gets very lonely.” Jonathan said sadly, feeling they were correct in being suspicious of him. “I understand if you think I might have ulterior motives. I don’t look like a trustworthy person. I am sorry to have suggested such a stupid thing.” Jonathan looked at them with a sad expression on his face. They couldn’t see it, but Jonathan had pinched his skin. Biting his lips to stifle a cry of pain.
Selene’s expression remained flint, unyielding to the theatrics of his retreat. She’d endured a gallery of harrowing tales in her time—melodramas of misfortune spun by silver-tongued grifters and genuine victims alike. This man’s shuffle into the shadows, shoulders hunched like a creature recoiling from sunlight, might have tugged at softer hearts. But pity was a currency Selene had seen bartered into oblivion by men who weaponized remorse to pick locks on trust. Her childhood had been a masterclass in such transactions: every teardrop a down payment on exploitation.
“Right,” she said, voice flat as the tunnel floor. “Because helping total strangers out of the goodness of your heart goes real well for people down here.” She adjusted the weight of the case slightly, but didn’t lower her guard. Not even for a second. “Don’t take it personally, Ratman. It’s not the name. Or the mask. It’s that you keep talking like this is some storybook and not a tunnel that just tried to eat us alive.”
Then, after a beat:
“If it’s loneliness that gets you, you should consider trying a journal.”
“Or some scavenger friends!” Scotti piped up, though he instantly seemed like he regretted his vocalization because of the tension.
Jonathan nodded, thinking that it was smart they would not trust him. “Good thinking, guys. Your parents have taught you well. Like I said, I apologize for suggesting such a stupid thing. So I wish you two the best of luck in your search.” The figure stayed in the shadows before an idea came to him. “Although I don’t want to take up any more of your time, would you like a tarot card or palm reading?” He said, waiting for a response from either of them. But he assumed the boy would be more willing to accept his request.
Selene's lips twitched—almost a smile, except it was closer to disbelief.
“A tarot reading,” she repeated dryly, like the words had personally offended her. “In a collapsed tunnel. From a man named Ratman.” The young woman whistled. “Tempting, but no thanks.”
If any of them had looked at Scotti, he was shaking his head in the negative and looked almost superstitiously nervous. He was told not to get into the palm, tarot, or other types of readings that “spiritual people” would encourage. His mother always said it would bring negative energies and bad spirits around — it could cause curses — plus his mother was someone who believed in The Above. “Plus, we don’t have money to do such a thing, so it would be awful for you to do it and we wouldn’t be able to pay you,” Scotti added to hopefully encourage a better outcome.
“Okay.” Jonathan sighed, feeling defeated in his efforts to try to make a connection with other people. He was walking backwards, so his backpack was up against the wall. Jonathan was now sitting down against it. “Sorry to have bothered you.” He said sadly while watching them leave. A few moments later, he took off his mask, slapping himself in the face. “STUPID STUPID BAD BAD. You could’ve done better.” Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he felt the pain of his slaps intensify.
“You didn’t need em anyway, you got me.” A voice said as Jonathan faintly sang Hey Jude by The Beatles to try to soothe himself. Rocking back and forth as he did so.
Selene didn’t look back. Not even when Ratman slumped to the floor and began to sing—a song she didn’t recognize, echoing softly around them. Warbling, almost lullaby-like, in a way that felt wrong down here. Maybe it had meant something once. Maybe someone had sung it to him back when the world still had light. And lullabies. Either way, he unsettled her. Not dangerous, maybe. Just... disconcerting.
She glanced at Scotti, who looked a little spooked in that nervous, twitchy way of his.
“So… what do you make of what just happened?”
“I really need to just get back home…” Scotti mumbled those words while staring at the darkness where Ratman was lurking. He didn’t feel like he should take his eyes off that spot; he didn’t for a whole minute, but there was a silence lingering that was louder than anything. Inhaling deeply, he looked at Selene, “And probably a medic station — not an official one. I can’t afford an official one,” a heavy sigh was let out because he knew his mom was going to be disappointed. Scotti looked back at the darkness where Ratman was before turning away and slowly walking away. Heading back towards the city.
Selene didn’t press him or try to make the moment lighter than it was. She just walked beside him in silence, letting the weight of the tunnels press around them, thick as the grime clinging to her boots. Only once they reached the mouth of the service tunnel, where the air shifted just enough to suggest they were close to Khia’s edge, did she speak.
“South end of Grey has a medic who takes trade,” she said, eyes forward. “Old woman, blind in one eye, curses like she invented the words. But she won’t ask questions if you bring something useful.”
The young man didn’t seem enthusiastic about her reference but he was far from ungrateful — she didn’t understand — those words were heavy in his mind. He literally had nothing to get him medical help though he forced a faint smile, “Thanks. I’ll check it out.” However, he wouldn’t check it out. After they got back to Khia and separated, Scotti would go home and see what his mother could do about his ankle. Collaboration with@Qia Selene & @Eviledd1984 Ratman
Sorry, seeing a family member in hospital, not leaving me much time for anything. They're okay, just relearning how to walk is all.
I'm glad your family member is okay and progressing through life! I hope they recover to the best of their ability. Do not worry about it. Take all the time you need, Expendable. This place will be around whenever you are able to get the time to come back.
Due to collaborations still being actively written, the GM post will be delayed, but I'll make sure the delay is worth it with a larger post! I hope everyone has had a wonderful Monday.
I will not say the voting has concluded though the results have been steadily the same for overnight which is:
Focus on plot advancement 40%
Focus on character development/interaction 40%
Timeskip! (At least a week) 20%
Focus on worldbuilding intergration 0%
Just do a daily time skip for the monday post and a daily update in world 0%
I will definitely try my best to blend all of these aspects into the large GM post and will hopefully have that posted by tomorrow night. However, I will be waiting to post the GM post until the collaborations between writers are done and posted. This will allow for an even flow of operation so that we can jump from the current day to a week later.
There have been a few people to ask or question the history of Dominion so I sat down this week and formulated a historic time line with rough years and era names. I hope this helps everyone to kind of understand that Dominion is a newer city in the timeline and what led up to this point in the roleplay!
CHRONICLES OF DOMINION
There is no understanding of why people went underground though people can speculate that an unnatural disaster happens, and the most common thing brought up in Dominion history is nuclear warfare. However, there is emphasis that it could have been any unnatural or natural phenomenon that was threatening to end humanity and going underground was the only way to avoid extinction.
In the beginning of the descent, there is no knowledge or official history of those times, and everything that is to do with the beginning is called “The Lost Age” because there is no hardcore evidence or facts. After this period everything begins to unravel the centuries of history that the people have gone through to get to where they are in modern Dominion.
The only thing that Dominion society has of that day was the reliance of oral tradition and ancient scribbles on the stone of cave walls. Being able to decipher the language was difficult at first though it translates to something along the lines of “The Sky Turned,” which doesn’t give anyone much of anything to go off from. These engraves on cave walls are ancient and no one in Dominion was alive when there was access to these ancient sites.
There is an assumption that there was about 150 years between coming from the surface and when records of people started living but there is no certainty. An era that lasted almost 300 years has been referenced as the “Suffering Era” because of all the evidence that shows mass death from the people that came from the surface. During these three hundred years, light sources were sacred and only leaders had access to something called glowmoss and other bioluminescent fungi.
Groups were beginning to focus on the fauna and flora underground and began agricultural techniques to keep these items abundant in their supplies.
However, the beginnings of fully understanding the circumstances were slow and most people seemed to die out because of famine, disease, and chaos.
During the next step into history, this was when people grouped up and began to go their own ways to what they thought was best. This period is referred to as the “Fragmentation Era” because there seemed to be a lot of disputes and issues during this time that caused people to go their separate ways.
Amongst the fragmentation of society in that day, there are known to be 15 official groups that spanned out underground to do their own thing with 3 major groups participating in trade with the rest. All these groups seemed to develop unique technology, techniques, and culture – from evidence it appears that some focused-on steam, others harnessed geothermal energy or went with domesticating glowing fauna and flora. What is considered a dead language today was used up until these points and there is evidence to show how language emerged today – the different groups were slowly losing the language of the surface and began to merge into a strange dialect in each ancient society.
A handful of decades after the range of the Fragmentation Era the city of Stone began to be documented, and it was a subterranean city state that was ruled by dynasties. Another major point was the flourishing writings about religion that showed “The Above” which is to reference the surface became a realm of demons and angels while “The Below” was a sacred and nurturing place – something safe.
During this time, ancient machinery was found amongst other things, and the referencing of “First Worlders” was used heavily and questions of people from the surface or the above started to show a twisted reality of being sky gods.
Exploration was beginning a giant thing in society and people were venturing deeper into the ground where vast caverns, fossilized forests, and other findings were successful steps into the future.
It is unknown how long this city lasted though it is believed that the City of Stone was functionally running for roughly 500 years before the rebellion happened.
There was a 45-year rebellion that was heavily documented in a variety of perspectives and the majority of what is known is that the rebellion was called “Illumination” and the people of this group focused on bringing light to the people in the city and knowledge. Opposing the dynasties rule.
Near the end of the rebellion, the City of Stone fell, and democratic communities briefly rose and a common phrase began to show up in a lot of educational documents to personal journals – ”We must remember forward.”
Sometime after the rebellion, there wasn’t much documentation for about 60 years, and the first major documentation after this period of silence was talking about an unexplainable geological event known as the Stone-quake which caused a ton of networks to collapse and be lost forever.
There was a lot of loss, knowledge, technology, people, fauna, flora, and more. This was the beginning of a second dark age referred to as the Silence Age. There is a variety of personal journal entries that can be found over the next 100 years which is believed to be how long the Silent Age lasted.
A new era came to place called the “Rebirth of Below” and it showed that survivors of the Stone-quake were reclaiming lost knowledge and resources. Steam engines became a very common thing during this time. Different trade routes were discovered and created. A talk about mole caravans (gigantic digging creatures) and cave-skimmers (machines) were used to reclaim trade routes.
Languages continued to morph and a main language that looks like Modern day Dominion was created and used vastly though modern-day individuals have no idea what it says unless translated.
The surface began to be a large topic during this time, questions of whether it was cursed or okay to go up, and plenty of other discussions about going higher or lower for the sake of society were done during this time.
During this time, a hidden library of stone which is referred to as “The Vault of Dawn” was uncovered. There were plenty of professional and private writings, packaged seeds (known and unknown), full skeletons of creatures that were unknown (some small to others being as big as whales), maps of caverns, and plenty of other resources to help society to move forward.
Religion began to appear again, groups were worshiping “The Above” again. This influenced expeditions to the surface though there was never an uncovering of the surface. However, plenty of other things were found such as man-made tunnels (sewers), shafts with chains and squishy wires (elevators), and fossilized creatures.
There were reports of people seeing some type of light coming from cracks in the ceiling. Others referenced this as a hallucination and a sickness called “Sky madness”. People who had seen these “lights” were being treated negatively.
The period of undesirable tension began and individuals who were content with life were beginning to find tension between the cults that worshiped the surface. These individuals were called “Children of the rift” and influenced expeditions to the surface where man made home-like things (vaults) were discovered. Some of these things had writing on the wall in a variety of substances (coal, blood, ink) that said ”This is not a test,” and “Please help!” or plenty of other phrases that struck fear into the people of this time. This caused uproars and most of society moved deeper into the earth. Societal influence caused people to be ashamed of thinking about going to the surface. People were referencing “Sky Madness” again and institutions opened to help people with over reactive fantasies about the surface.
And during this time, the first documented mention of “The Cult of Darkness” started though there is not much written except quick statements – some good, some bad, and most neutral. People referred to this cult as an “over correction” because of the surface cults. Another breakthrough was the discovery of “other humans” and how the majority of these “other humans” looked similar though they were able to do things normal humans could not. These tribes/groups were starting to be studied during this time.
Dominion was a city that was created after a large population went deeper into the surface after another terrible occurrence though this was not a natural phenomenon but references of “giant” creatures that were long and terrifying began to disrupt the known cities of the time. This was about 300 years old. There aren’t any other cities that are known to be functioning though no major expeditions continued after a continuation of running into these gigantic worm-like things called “tunnelers”.
People began to focus on Dominion which was called “Junction” at the time and started out as a resource harvesting establishment before growing into a foundational city which is now known as Khia. About 70 years after Khia began and it being upgraded, Qona was discovered, and with the discovery of Qona – advancements started to speed up – which is where Slia began to be established about 20 years later. All of these “cities” were being continuously upgraded and improved which allowed the creation of Esille to come into play about 50 years later.
During these times, “Emperors” and “Empresses” were the leaders of Dominion. A single emperor ruled with an empress until about 100 years ago. The last to rule under this governmental foundation was Empress Heavalyn who was murdered, and nothing came out of the investigations. This caused the government of Dominion to change into a council because people feared what could happen if they stepped up to rule. Too many threats and not enough societal support allowed the council to continue into what is known today. There was about 20 years of “false leadership” that happened and once a council was officially established laws were becoming formed to protect people in society and to protect Dominion as a whole. One of the first strict laws happened about 30 years ago when Burrowers were officially not categorized as “people” and moved into a class of “subhuman” and were kicked out of society.
I have plenty of ideas for moving the story forward in this Monday post and I do have quite a few things written up for it already. Be those things used or not, I always edit before making the major post. However, I want to see what people want to focus on for this upcoming post and if people want it to be a semi-influential or a large continuation post.
Here is the poll that I have created for it. Once Sunday night hits, I will review the results then get to work.
It has been 24 hours! Our voting results look to be:
Scotti and Selene run into the Ratman 37.5%
Someone/group runs into cult of darkness 25%
Scotti and Selene run into Pilka and Kara 12.5%
Someone/group runs into cavern beast 12.5%
Someone/group runs into unruly scavenger group (with ratman intervention) 12.5%
Pilka and Kara run into Ratman 0%
After I get back from work today, I will DM you, @Qia and @Eviledd1984, a google document that will have the start of our collaboration going because Scotti and Selene running into the Ratman was the most voted for.
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