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Short post because I'm doing something very, very experimental.
Sol Fugit
"Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness." - Anne Frank
The Earth was changed early in it's history, forcing a divergence from our history. Magic became a present force in the world, and many species came to intelligence, challenging the humans for global superiority. At first, there were two kinds of magic. Divine magic, and Arcane magic. Arcane magic reflected a magician's inherent ability, his or her Mana. Divine magic, in and of itself, was a different beast. Granted directly by the various gods of the realm, their users were incredibly powerful and favored by those above. This kept faith in a powerful position throughout the world, from the gods of the Greek Pantheon to the Israelite's vengeful God of the Old Testament.
And so the world marched on, fueled by innovation and forged in the crucible of war and faith. Despite it's divergence in history, the Earth moved forward undeterred, largely mimicking our own history. From the Crusades to the Age of Exploration, many species and many magicians defined these eras. First, bows. Then crossbows. Then guns. However, this history was not to last.
On the 4th of January, 1758, the sun vanished. Without but a trace, the star that gave the Earth life was never seen again. All that was left was the alchemical material Solarite, sand imbued by unknown powers with the essence of the lost sun. While hard to find and incredibly expensive, when mixed correctly, it provided a false sunlight for long period. This period of sunlight was defined largely by the amount used and the skill of the alchemist, lasting everywhere from a few minutes from a lucky find from a villager to the day and night cycles in the great capitals of empires.
The Faith survived the disappearance of the sun, despite the fact their divine magic left with it. Having long since carved out their niches, they rapidly replaced their lost divine magic with arcane magic, and now, most magic is locked to the nations of religion. The great holy cities of the world are lit by false sunlight, created from arcane sources instead of Solarite. They function with a full day and night cycle, complete with a moon, giving the illusion to one within that the sun never vanished.
But, as the empires, having not only survived the lack of the sun, forced the darkness to bend to their will. With Solarite in hand and rifles in company, they continue their fight for global dominance. The world, however, is rapidly snowballing. Heat barely held in by great shields put up by masters of the arcane, more and more land is turning into frozen wasteland. Food, thankfully, continues to grow, having quickly and surprisingly adapted to the newfound lack of light and heat.
Welcome to Sol Fugit! This is a fantastical alternate history world, where humans are not the only ones with intelligence in the world. Everything from dwarves to hiveminded insects are welcome. The setting is unique in that not only is it permanent night, but it is also not steampunk or dieselpunk. Napoleonic era warfare is the keystone of the world, cannons and lines of rifle-armed men the norm.
The creation of empires is completely freeform, the roleplay taking place at the turn of the century, the 1800s. Any lands not claimed will become the frozen wastes, so there is little limits on where you can go. However, the RP will be highly Eurocentric, focused on an alternate history series of wars between empires. Without further ado, here is the map. Green represents the Caliphate of Mecca, purple represents the bastion of Orthodoxy, the Roman Empire, and blue represents the Papal States.
If you're interested, instead of doing an app, you'll do a freeform description of your nation and species, then mark yourself on the map. DO NOT USE PAINT BUCKET. It has a tendency to stain the lines around the bucketed area a different tint, which is not ideal. Instead, get yourself an editing program, such as paint.net, and set the magic wand tolerance to 0 and select your provinces. From here, once your provinces are selected, you will need to enter a color of your choice.
Unless you want to take control of one of the premade nations, they will be human-centric NPC nations, controlled by me.
There are worlds beyond this one, worlds as we've never seen. Nor can we! Our eyes do not open far enough. Try it! Try holding your eyes open! You can try holding them open as much as you want, but you'll never see, never, ever see the world beyond the veil... the Veil of Reality. It's there to protect us from them... the Ancients... the Darkness... that which we cannot understand. Nor should we. Welcome the oblivion of ignorance! For to have knowledge... is to be damned!
The channel is safe. THE CHANNEL IS SAFE. In the year AFTER THE FALL the channel opened. The channel? An indescribably large wormhole. T̢͢h́̕҉̸è̕ ̷́͜͠҉c҉̛́̕͏h̴͞͝a͘̕͢n̷̛͡n̢͟e̸̡͟ĺ̵ ̧̛ì̴̧͠s̨͝ ̷̷͘͞ņ̛̀ò̴͘t̴̷̡̕͜ ͢s̡̨a͜͞f͘͘ę́͢͠͡.̢́͘͜ ͢͠͏H̢́͜͜e̵̴̶̡̛l͏̵p̶̶͜.̴́̀͢ Built into the middle of a minor planetoid, it hollowed out the massive body and even opened a hole through the crust. Constructed by some ancient power, or natural, it's origins were unknown. All that was known was that it was a strange, hostile place. For a time, it was guarded by ships of inscrutable origins. They hoarded artefacts that appeared nearby, but it was not to last. They disappeared.
P̷̧̧̢̀ļ̧́͜͠e͠͏̵̵a̶̷͜҉s̶̨é̷.̢͘ ̧H̡͘͘è̢̢l̴̢̨͢͠p̨̨̀.͞͝ ̡͢Ţ̢͢͜h̴̕͞͝e͡͏͝ ̵̸̡͘c͏̵҉h̷̴͏á̢̀͜ǹ͜͞ń̷̨e҉̢l̷̶̨͢ ͡i̸̶̧͜͞s̸̢̕ ͜͟҉ǹ̴̡͞o̶t̶͠҉ ̸͏s͢͟a҉́f̕e͡͏̛́̕.̛͘͏͘͟ There is one important thing to remember about the channel, if you do not take anything else from the information; know this. The channel is safe. There can be no danger from that wormhole. It. Is. Safe. Please. You have to listen. There is no danger from that wormhole. It is the safest place available. There is no danger. T͘̕͘̕͝h̡͘͝e҉̶͘ ̶͢c͏̸h̸̢̢̨a̵̧n̕͏̷̵͢n҉̷̢͘e̶͢l̶̸͘͟͞.̛͜͡͞ ̷̵̢̛I҉͜t͝͞͏҉҉ ̢̀́͞í̢̡s̡͝ ̴̷͞͝͠n͠͡o̸͘͟͢͞t̸͡ ̶̷͢s͝͏̛a̸f̧̧̀̕é̵.̸̴̛ The epidemic that once only plagued the area around the wormhole extended. It is growing. It is safe, like the channel. It is safe. Please, please, listen to me. It is safe. There is no danger. D́O̶̡͜͜ ̸̧̀͢N̴̛͜͢ÒT̶ ̧͘͞Ą̛̕͘C҉̀͜͞͞T҉͜Į̡̕͜V͏̢̨͏A͘͜͜͠T͟͞E̛ ̵̨̀T͞͝H̷́E̢͟M̀̀́͜ As long as the anathema are left alone you can only benefit from it. To disturb them is folly. Please, be careful. Please, activate the artifacts.
Yesterday, for Xelxeirb'ic, it was any normal day. Today, he wished he could return to it. It had been 12 hours since the galaxy-wide EMP pulse had hit them. Now, the seams of reality were folding. Tearing. Ripping. Everything was rapidly falling apart, their dimension destroying itself. Why? Nobody truly knew. At the center of the epidemic, hastily cobbled together analog ships worked to fix it. They had to fix it. Their lives were not the only thing at stake, the lives of other dimensions were as well. At least, that's what the scientists said.
The artifacts. They were the key. They were the answer. So they thought. Nothing was sure at this point, everyone locked behind a veil of horror and fear. Who had done it? There was no evidence, no planets orbiting it, what happened? Their empires, their glorious empires, being torn apart brutally, and nothing to stop it. One day was enough to send the galaxy into chaos, who knew what awaited the next, or the day after that?
HhhheerEEEERFFgfgggggggŅ̸̀͡͡O̵̡ ̶̵̸͘͞Ń̕҉̢͜O̷ ̵̡̡͘͡N͡O̸̵ ̢̀͝Ǹ̶O͜͜ ̵́͞N̴҉͟Ǫ̡͢͜͠ ̢N͟͢͟͞O͏͟͠ ̴͘͞N͘͏͜O̶̷͘͝ ҉N̴̨̡̨͘Ó͡ ̵̢͢͠N̷̕Ó̸͘͟ ̛͡N̡̨̡̛͝Ớ̴ ̵̶̧͢N̴͜͝͠Ò̶̧̡ ̸̨̀N͢͠͡O̶͠ ̢̕͘̕͏N̵̢O͏̴́͠͡ ̴͜͡͡͏N͝͏̵̀͘O̵̶͘͝ ̨͡N̢̛͟͡͠Ó̸̡ ̷̨͞N̸͝͝Ǫ́́͢͞ ̀͘҉̕͡N̕̕͟O͏́͠ ̨̀N҉̨̕͟Ó̡ ́́͟͠N̸̨O̷͝ ̵́̕͡N̡͟͜͠Ò̸̴̷O̵̶̢̧ ͏Ņ̧̛O̡҉̧͘ ̵̢Ń̸̢̕͡O̶̸͜͡ ́̕͜͟Ņ͢Ǫ̸͜ ͟͡N̸̴͟ỚŃ̴̵̵͡O̵̢͢͡ ̴̡͟͠N̕͢͡Ǫ̷N͝O̵̴͞͡ ̴̶͘N҉̕O̸̴͞͝N͏͟͡Ơ̷̸ ͜҉̸̀͝N̢M͏́͏̕͞Ó̧͏N̵̕͟͠Ǫ͏ ̵́͏̴͜N̵̷̨̛͠O̡̧͜Ń̵̷̡͜ ͡O͏̴Ņ́̕͘͝N̴͟҉̸̢Ơ̷̡͟͝N̵̵ ͢Ņ̢̀͟҉O̵̷̵͡N̵̷̕͟͟O͏̡̢͠Ń̛͟͢͡ ̴̧̨N̷̴̡O̢̕͡҉N̷̡̢͘͢O̧N̵̶̡͏̷O҉̧ ̶N̸̷̨̕͝Ò̵̡̕Ǹ̴̶͟N̨͏̕O̕͞͠҉Ǹ͢O̸̢̡͠N҉̸̴̧͢O̴̴͟ ҉̴͞͠N͠҉̵͝O̧̢̢N̷̛Ó̸̡͜͞Ņ́͟͡N̵͘͢O̴͜
So is the sickly sun. So is the sickly sun. So is the sickly sun. So is the sickly sun. So is the sickly sun. So is tyhe sickyly sun. So is the sickly sun. So iiiiii
Please. Do not disturb them. They are to be left alone. There are two rules, and two rules only. They must be left alone, and the channel is safe. The channel is safe. THIS IS IMPORTANT. The channel is safe. This is a safe zone, and here we cannot be interrupted. The CHANNEL is safe. The ch
D̶̕͡Ǫ̡̀͘͘ ̷͏N҉̨̢͠͡O̢̕͞͝T̢̕͟͡͞ ̨̕B҉̶̢̀E̡͘͡͝͞L̢̀Į̷̧͜͡E͟͏̶V͞E͟͢҉ ̵̴̡҉Ḩ̸́́I͘҉̸͞͡Ḿ͡ ̕͢T̴̵̶H̢̡͝E̡̛̕͢ ̴̷̡͜͠C̡̡̀͟͞H̛͝Á͢͡N̡̢͢͟Ń̛̀E̢̨L͡҉̴͘͝ ̸̷̸̀͢I̴̛͡S̴͘͡҉͝ ̕͡͝N̛͘Ơ̢̢͠T̷̕ ҉̴̀͡S̨̧Ą͠F̴̡̧̢̀E̸̴̕ ҉̷̴I͏̧͏̵T̸͢ ̸̢͢҉̸Ì̴̷͠Ş̛ ̸̴̢D҉̶̷̢Á̸̧̛͝N̵̢̧͢Ģ́͢͠É̸̕͜͜Ŗ͟O̸̷͘U̶̴̕̕S͢͞ ̷̢̕N̨̧̡͢Ǫ̷̵͞T͢͡͝ ̡̨͞Ǫ̵̀N̨͟Ĺ̶͝Ý͠ ̢̛̕Ţ̷͘H̴̢̢̀Á̸̛̛͢T̵̵͡ ̶̨́͞͏B̸̧͢U̡̡T̶̸̶͟ ́͡͏͢T̶̸̨H͘͝͠E͏ ̸̶̢̛Ş̡ÌC̷̡͝҉Ķ̡͘L͡Y̡ ̸̡͠Ś͘͟͏U͟͞N͠ ̴̨͠҉Ì́S̸҉ ̛͡D̡A͟҉N̨͜Ģ̛̀Ę̵̸͡R̴̴O҉̧͟͞U̷͘͜Ş҉ ̵̨͘͝A̵͜͡͠N͡͡D҉̢̕ ҉̶Y͏̡̡ǪU̢̕ ̷̷̕S̛͞͏̴͝H̶̡́͞҉O̧̕͢Ù̵̴͡L̕҉D̵̢͟͠҉ ̵̛͟͢N̸̸̢̛È̢̛V̛E̢͡͠͞Ŗ̨̢͘͜ ̴̷̛͜Ǵ̡Ò̷̕ ̶̴͘͢T̶̸̛͢͢H̡̛́͢͝E҉̧̀͝R̸̡̕͡͝E̸͏ ̸̡͘̕͠P̢̡͞L̢̛̛͘͘E҉̕̕͜A̴̕͜͡S̴̴̛Ę̕ ҉́̀͢͡L̴͢I͏S̨͏̷̸̷T̴̢̛͝E̵͜N̵̨̨̕ ̸̷̢͜͝T̶͘̕͡҉Ơ҉̢ ̧̡M̵͏̸E̴̸͟͡ ̢͜͟͝H́͘E̸͜ ̵̵̷̨̀Ç̸͢͜͝A̶N̸̛҉̸Ǹ͘Ǫ́͟T̡́͡ ̷͏̡͟͞I҉̸͢͝Ņ͟T̶̡̨͜Ȩ̶͡R̴̛͜͞R̛̕͞҉U̶̢͢͡͞P͏T̷ ͜Ḿ͜͢É̸̡͝ ̸̸̕͝H̴̸̨Ę̧̀͝R̛E͘͜͞ ̷̛́̕D҉҉͢Ò̶͘ ̡͜͠N̸͝Ó̶̶͝T̀͜͝͠ ̷̷ỪS̸̨̧Ę̵͞ ̵̵̨́͡T͘͢͡͡H̶̨̕͜E̵͏҉͘ ̧́͟͟C͘͜H̡͠A̵͜N̸͘N͏͢҉̡̕É̸͜͜͠L̶̷̶̕ ̧̛͡L̡͟͡͝҉E̵̶̵̕͏A̸̛V̴̴̡E̢̢͏͏͡ ̷̵̛͞͠I̶̢͟͠T͟͝҉̢ ̷̴̸̡͝Ą͡͏L̡̨̕͝Ǫ͏̸N҉̷́Ȩ̸̀ ̸͡͡͏À͘͝N͟O̷̸͘͘͜T̛͏̧H̸́͘͠͝Ȩ̶̷͏R̸҉͢ ̴̨̨̀D̵̢̕͘I҉̸̀҉͡M̀͜É͞N͜҉͡S̵̡̢͜͡Í̸O҉͠͠N͏̡͜ ̡͟͜C̛͢͟͏A͏̶͜N͜N̷̡̛҉O҉̷̴̸͘T̀̕ ̴̵̵̷B͏̷E̴̡ ̧͝D̴̵̴̀͠È͟͝͡S̸̛͘T̢͏̨̢Ŕ͏̸̕͡O̷Y̷҉͢Ę̵̧́̕D́͜ ̷̸̴͢͠Ţ̢̀͠O̵͡ ̶̛͟͢Ś͝Ę͘͝È́͘҉K͏͏ ̢͟͜O̶U̧T́ ̀Ţ̢͠͠H̸̶E͏͏͟ ̸͟S̡͞͝͡I͡͠C͘͜͡K̴̨͢͞Ĺ̵͝͡Y̸̴ ̵͟͠͞S̴̴͠U͟͠͝N̷̶ ̛̕͟͞I̴̕͞҉͢Ś̡̕͟͢ ̶̨͜F͝҉҉O̢͡L̶̷̛͘L̴̡͝͡Ỳ̸͢
—Dr. Maximillian Roivas
The channel is safe. THE CHANNEL IS SAFE. In the year AFTER THE FALL the channel opened. The channel? An indescribably large wormhole. T̢͢h́̕҉̸è̕ ̷́͜͠҉c҉̛́̕͏h̴͞͝a͘̕͢n̷̛͡n̢͟e̸̡͟ĺ̵ ̧̛ì̴̧͠s̨͝ ̷̷͘͞ņ̛̀ò̴͘t̴̷̡̕͜ ͢s̡̨a͜͞f͘͘ę́͢͠͡.̢́͘͜ ͢͠͏H̢́͜͜e̵̴̶̡̛l͏̵p̶̶͜.̴́̀͢ Built into the middle of a minor planetoid, it hollowed out the massive body and even opened a hole through the crust. Constructed by some ancient power, or natural, it's origins were unknown. All that was known was that it was a strange, hostile place. For a time, it was guarded by ships of inscrutable origins. They hoarded artefacts that appeared nearby, but it was not to last. They disappeared.
P̷̧̧̢̀ļ̧́͜͠e͠͏̵̵a̶̷͜҉s̶̨é̷.̢͘ ̧H̡͘͘è̢̢l̴̢̨͢͠p̨̨̀.͞͝ ̡͢Ţ̢͢͜h̴̕͞͝e͡͏͝ ̵̸̡͘c͏̵҉h̷̴͏á̢̀͜ǹ͜͞ń̷̨e҉̢l̷̶̨͢ ͡i̸̶̧͜͞s̸̢̕ ͜͟҉ǹ̴̡͞o̶t̶͠҉ ̸͏s͢͟a҉́f̕e͡͏̛́̕.̛͘͏͘͟ There is one important thing to remember about the channel, if you do not take anything else from the information; know this. The channel is safe. There can be no danger from that wormhole. It. Is. Safe. Please. You have to listen. There is no danger from that wormhole. It is the safest place available. There is no danger. T͘̕͘̕͝h̡͘͝e҉̶͘ ̶͢c͏̸h̸̢̢̨a̵̧n̕͏̷̵͢n҉̷̢͘e̶͢l̶̸͘͟͞.̛͜͡͞ ̷̵̢̛I҉͜t͝͞͏҉҉ ̢̀́͞í̢̡s̡͝ ̴̷͞͝͠n͠͡o̸͘͟͢͞t̸͡ ̶̷͢s͝͏̛a̸f̧̧̀̕é̵.̸̴̛ The epidemic that once only plagued the area around the wormhole extended. It is growing. It is safe, like the channel. It is safe. Please, please, listen to me. It is safe. There is no danger. D́O̶̡͜͜ ̸̧̀͢N̴̛͜͢ÒT̶ ̧͘͞Ą̛̕͘C҉̀͜͞͞T҉͜Į̡̕͜V͏̢̨͏A͘͜͜͠T͟͞E̛ ̵̨̀T͞͝H̷́E̢͟M̀̀́͜ As long as the anathema are left alone you can only benefit from it. To disturb them is folly. Please, be careful. Please, activate the artifacts.
Yesterday, for Xelxeirb'ic, it was any normal day. Today, he wished he could return to it. It had been 12 hours since the galaxy-wide EMP pulse had hit them. Now, the seams of reality were folding. Tearing. Ripping. Everything was rapidly falling apart, their dimension destroying itself. Why? Nobody truly knew. At the center of the epidemic, hastily cobbled together analog ships worked to fix it. They had to fix it. Their lives were not the only thing at stake, the lives of other dimensions were as well. At least, that's what the scientists said.
The artifacts. They were the key. They were the answer. So they thought. Nothing was sure at this point, everyone locked behind a veil of horror and fear. Who had done it? There was no evidence, no planets orbiting it, what happened? Their empires, their glorious empires, being torn apart brutally, and nothing to stop it. One day was enough to send the galaxy into chaos, who knew what awaited the next, or the day after that?
HhhheerEEEERFFgfgggggggŅ̸̀͡͡O̵̡ ̶̵̸͘͞Ń̕҉̢͜O̷ ̵̡̡͘͡N͡O̸̵ ̢̀͝Ǹ̶O͜͜ ̵́͞N̴҉͟Ǫ̡͢͜͠ ̢N͟͢͟͞O͏͟͠ ̴͘͞N͘͏͜O̶̷͘͝ ҉N̴̨̡̨͘Ó͡ ̵̢͢͠N̷̕Ó̸͘͟ ̛͡N̡̨̡̛͝Ớ̴ ̵̶̧͢N̴͜͝͠Ò̶̧̡ ̸̨̀N͢͠͡O̶͠ ̢̕͘̕͏N̵̢O͏̴́͠͡ ̴͜͡͡͏N͝͏̵̀͘O̵̶͘͝ ̨͡N̢̛͟͡͠Ó̸̡ ̷̨͞N̸͝͝Ǫ́́͢͞ ̀͘҉̕͡N̕̕͟O͏́͠ ̨̀N҉̨̕͟Ó̡ ́́͟͠N̸̨O̷͝ ̵́̕͡N̡͟͜͠Ò̸̴̷O̵̶̢̧ ͏Ņ̧̛O̡҉̧͘ ̵̢Ń̸̢̕͡O̶̸͜͡ ́̕͜͟Ņ͢Ǫ̸͜ ͟͡N̸̴͟ỚŃ̴̵̵͡O̵̢͢͡ ̴̡͟͠N̕͢͡Ǫ̷N͝O̵̴͞͡ ̴̶͘N҉̕O̸̴͞͝N͏͟͡Ơ̷̸ ͜҉̸̀͝N̢M͏́͏̕͞Ó̧͏N̵̕͟͠Ǫ͏ ̵́͏̴͜N̵̷̨̛͠O̡̧͜Ń̵̷̡͜ ͡O͏̴Ņ́̕͘͝N̴͟҉̸̢Ơ̷̡͟͝N̵̵ ͢Ņ̢̀͟҉O̵̷̵͡N̵̷̕͟͟O͏̡̢͠Ń̛͟͢͡ ̴̧̨N̷̴̡O̢̕͡҉N̷̡̢͘͢O̧N̵̶̡͏̷O҉̧ ̶N̸̷̨̕͝Ò̵̡̕Ǹ̴̶͟N̨͏̕O̕͞͠҉Ǹ͢O̸̢̡͠N҉̸̴̧͢O̴̴͟ ҉̴͞͠N͠҉̵͝O̧̢̢N̷̛Ó̸̡͜͞Ņ́͟͡N̵͘͢O̴͜
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Please. Do not disturb them. They are to be left alone. There are two rules, and two rules only. They must be left alone, and the channel is safe. The channel is safe. THIS IS IMPORTANT. The channel is safe. This is a safe zone, and here we cannot be interrupted. The CHANNEL is safe. The ch
D̶̕͡Ǫ̡̀͘͘ ̷͏N҉̨̢͠͡O̢̕͞͝T̢̕͟͡͞ ̨̕B҉̶̢̀E̡͘͡͝͞L̢̀Į̷̧͜͡E͟͏̶V͞E͟͢҉ ̵̴̡҉Ḩ̸́́I͘҉̸͞͡Ḿ͡ ̕͢T̴̵̶H̢̡͝E̡̛̕͢ ̴̷̡͜͠C̡̡̀͟͞H̛͝Á͢͡N̡̢͢͟Ń̛̀E̢̨L͡҉̴͘͝ ̸̷̸̀͢I̴̛͡S̴͘͡҉͝ ̕͡͝N̛͘Ơ̢̢͠T̷̕ ҉̴̀͡S̨̧Ą͠F̴̡̧̢̀E̸̴̕ ҉̷̴I͏̧͏̵T̸͢ ̸̢͢҉̸Ì̴̷͠Ş̛ ̸̴̢D҉̶̷̢Á̸̧̛͝N̵̢̧͢Ģ́͢͠É̸̕͜͜Ŗ͟O̸̷͘U̶̴̕̕S͢͞ ̷̢̕N̨̧̡͢Ǫ̷̵͞T͢͡͝ ̡̨͞Ǫ̵̀N̨͟Ĺ̶͝Ý͠ ̢̛̕Ţ̷͘H̴̢̢̀Á̸̛̛͢T̵̵͡ ̶̨́͞͏B̸̧͢U̡̡T̶̸̶͟ ́͡͏͢T̶̸̨H͘͝͠E͏ ̸̶̢̛Ş̡ÌC̷̡͝҉Ķ̡͘L͡Y̡ ̸̡͠Ś͘͟͏U͟͞N͠ ̴̨͠҉Ì́S̸҉ ̛͡D̡A͟҉N̨͜Ģ̛̀Ę̵̸͡R̴̴O҉̧͟͞U̷͘͜Ş҉ ̵̨͘͝A̵͜͡͠N͡͡D҉̢̕ ҉̶Y͏̡̡ǪU̢̕ ̷̷̕S̛͞͏̴͝H̶̡́͞҉O̧̕͢Ù̵̴͡L̕҉D̵̢͟͠҉ ̵̛͟͢N̸̸̢̛È̢̛V̛E̢͡͠͞Ŗ̨̢͘͜ ̴̷̛͜Ǵ̡Ò̷̕ ̶̴͘͢T̶̸̛͢͢H̡̛́͢͝E҉̧̀͝R̸̡̕͡͝E̸͏ ̸̡͘̕͠P̢̡͞L̢̛̛͘͘E҉̕̕͜A̴̕͜͡S̴̴̛Ę̕ ҉́̀͢͡L̴͢I͏S̨͏̷̸̷T̴̢̛͝E̵͜N̵̨̨̕ ̸̷̢͜͝T̶͘̕͡҉Ơ҉̢ ̧̡M̵͏̸E̴̸͟͡ ̢͜͟͝H́͘E̸͜ ̵̵̷̨̀Ç̸͢͜͝A̶N̸̛҉̸Ǹ͘Ǫ́͟T̡́͡ ̷͏̡͟͞I҉̸͢͝Ņ͟T̶̡̨͜Ȩ̶͡R̴̛͜͞R̛̕͞҉U̶̢͢͡͞P͏T̷ ͜Ḿ͜͢É̸̡͝ ̸̸̕͝H̴̸̨Ę̧̀͝R̛E͘͜͞ ̷̛́̕D҉҉͢Ò̶͘ ̡͜͠N̸͝Ó̶̶͝T̀͜͝͠ ̷̷ỪS̸̨̧Ę̵͞ ̵̵̨́͡T͘͢͡͡H̶̨̕͜E̵͏҉͘ ̧́͟͟C͘͜H̡͠A̵͜N̸͘N͏͢҉̡̕É̸͜͜͠L̶̷̶̕ ̧̛͡L̡͟͡͝҉E̵̶̵̕͏A̸̛V̴̴̡E̢̢͏͏͡ ̷̵̛͞͠I̶̢͟͠T͟͝҉̢ ̷̴̸̡͝Ą͡͏L̡̨̕͝Ǫ͏̸N҉̷́Ȩ̸̀ ̸͡͡͏À͘͝N͟O̷̸͘͘͜T̛͏̧H̸́͘͠͝Ȩ̶̷͏R̸҉͢ ̴̨̨̀D̵̢̕͘I҉̸̀҉͡M̀͜É͞N͜҉͡S̵̡̢͜͡Í̸O҉͠͠N͏̡͜ ̡͟͜C̛͢͟͏A͏̶͜N͜N̷̡̛҉O҉̷̴̸͘T̀̕ ̴̵̵̷B͏̷E̴̡ ̧͝D̴̵̴̀͠È͟͝͡S̸̛͘T̢͏̨̢Ŕ͏̸̕͡O̷Y̷҉͢Ę̵̧́̕D́͜ ̷̸̴͢͠Ţ̢̀͠O̵͡ ̶̛͟͢Ś͝Ę͘͝È́͘҉K͏͏ ̢͟͜O̶U̧T́ ̀Ţ̢͠͠H̸̶E͏͏͟ ̸͟S̡͞͝͡I͡͠C͘͜͡K̴̨͢͞Ĺ̵͝͡Y̸̴ ̵͟͠͞S̴̴͠U͟͠͝N̷̶ ̛̕͟͞I̴̕͞҉͢Ś̡̕͟͢ ̶̨͜F͝҉҉O̢͡L̶̷̛͘L̴̡͝͡Ỳ̸͢
As long as I get to use Sol instead of some other star, as well as Earth. Both, like I said, are incredibly important plot points that without them, the entire thing falls to rather unrecoverable pieces.
I'd probably say that any other humans are from other dimensions, because in this dimension Babylon was yet to be born when the fall happened. Perhaps the fall even broke the dimensional walls, allowing these other humans with their much more advanced tech in.
@WilsonTurner The thing is, for language, I'm not using an alien language. I'm using the language that was used right before the fall. It's translatable and the translation is exactly what was said.
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