Post by Quasi on Nov 29, 2007 23:27:17 GMT -5
Long ago, or possibly far into the future, or in an alternate dimension, a sentient mortal was jettisoned by one of the mortal's plane's gods (something about proving that mortals shouldn't be gods) into an empty void and given omnipotency. Unfortunately, he or she or it did not recieve omnisciency, though this mortal of an unknown species was very wise. This creature decided to make a system of omniscient gods and demigods to govern the universe of mortals she was about to create.
This world she created was precisely like the standard Tolkienesque fantasy universe, with magic, humans, dwarves, elves and everything else. Here you rpg as immortal people who prod mortals in every which direction, depending on the god they are aligned with, whether they are good, neutral, or evil, or how just plain mischevious they are.
At the moment, all is not well in Silva. The Pyrian Dynasty is slowly advancing on the primordial wilderness of indescribable natural beauty and complexity. They see it as a bunch of trees and bugs that need to die. Needless to say, the elves are not happy about this. If only they could stop partying long enough to fight back.
Meanwhile, in Draco, a revolution begins anew. The Aeronite Theocracy, ruled for ages by the powerful dragon overlords, has begun slipping down the slope of pride. Confident in their own power, they don't realize their peril from all sides. From the north, advancing tides of the cold weather minotaurs have caught sight of the rugged mountains, rich in gold, gems, and other such wealth. From the East, the Pyrian Dynasty has decided to expand its empire into other places than Silva, growing all the while.
On a less mortal plane, meanwhile, the gods Raza and Malar have grown tired of constantly rubbing shoulders with each other. One a god of Holy Vengeance, the other of Incomprehensible Pain, they have long hated each other. Malar's forceful liason on Raza's wife Grangria is brought up more and more often, whilst Farain, the youngest son, gathers a fanatical following behind his youth, beauty, and immorality.
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This world she created was precisely like the standard Tolkienesque fantasy universe, with magic, humans, dwarves, elves and everything else. Here you rpg as immortal people who prod mortals in every which direction, depending on the god they are aligned with, whether they are good, neutral, or evil, or how just plain mischevious they are.
At the moment, all is not well in Silva. The Pyrian Dynasty is slowly advancing on the primordial wilderness of indescribable natural beauty and complexity. They see it as a bunch of trees and bugs that need to die. Needless to say, the elves are not happy about this. If only they could stop partying long enough to fight back.
Meanwhile, in Draco, a revolution begins anew. The Aeronite Theocracy, ruled for ages by the powerful dragon overlords, has begun slipping down the slope of pride. Confident in their own power, they don't realize their peril from all sides. From the north, advancing tides of the cold weather minotaurs have caught sight of the rugged mountains, rich in gold, gems, and other such wealth. From the East, the Pyrian Dynasty has decided to expand its empire into other places than Silva, growing all the while.
On a less mortal plane, meanwhile, the gods Raza and Malar have grown tired of constantly rubbing shoulders with each other. One a god of Holy Vengeance, the other of Incomprehensible Pain, they have long hated each other. Malar's forceful liason on Raza's wife Grangria is brought up more and more often, whilst Farain, the youngest son, gathers a fanatical following behind his youth, beauty, and immorality.
Start Meddling