Vekraihr
Berserkir
- Joined
- Mar 17, 2019
- Location
- Ginnungagap
The fourth planet in its system, Droharas is an earthlike terrestrial planet with a surface composition of approximately 38% landmass and 62% water. Each pole is covered in a blue-white ice cap which helps to regulate the temperature on the surface. Much of the land is covered in verdant plant life which seems to sprawl almost uninhibited across the surface. 6 different continents rise from the oceans around the planet, each having its own unique shape and landscape. A large desert exists on one of the continents, spanning the lower half of the landmass and flanked by a tall mountain range on all of its land borders. Several other mountain ranges crop up around the others, 9 major mountain ranges in total and 5 minor.
It is upon Droharas where we find a society, steeped in traditions and history, which thrives with its use of magic, mechanics, and trades. Steam vents out from copper tubes into the skies above the rooftop. Gears spin inside of clockwork contraptions of all shapes and sizes, moving gates, freight elevators, doorways, and so much more. Crystals glitter in the sides of airships, humming with hidden energy as they slice through the winds to wherever their tasks carry them. Several large cities pepper the countryside, with smaller villages scattered hither and yon. However, no other city holds a candle to the radiance of the capital, Moritaria.
Built against the mountainside in the Jotunbjorn Tundra, the city comprises of concentric hemispheres of increasing altitude, with the inner ring pressed against the mountain herself. Towers rise up from within the walls of the city, each comprised of some unique material or craftsmanship. Some rise to dizzying heights which seem to be attempting to rival even the very rock the metropolis is buttressed against. Houses, businesses, warehouses, cafes, restaurants, shops, and more line the streets of the bustling hub, seeing that the streets are never fully quieted and abandoned. At night, gas lamps light up automatically, lining the streets with beautiful, warm amber firelight. Several major roadways see their origin here, sprawling out to all directions of the continent as they bring wagons, carriages, and feet of all kinds.
In the center ring, an elaborate palace keeps vigil over the peoples of Moritaria, monarchy of Traleria. Carved from dark, beautiful stone, decorated with silver and copper elements and filigree, and resplendent with tapestries of the royal family's colors and crest. A black field surrounds a silver crest that is separated into four quadrants, one holding a singular, white bird. Diagonally opposite the bird sits a brilliant-looking ultramarine crystal, shimmering from the powdered gemstone which had been woven into the fabric. Silver embroidery decorates the other two portions, forming elaborate patterns that seem to get more complex the longer one looks or the closer one gets.
It is upon Droharas where we find a society, steeped in traditions and history, which thrives with its use of magic, mechanics, and trades. Steam vents out from copper tubes into the skies above the rooftop. Gears spin inside of clockwork contraptions of all shapes and sizes, moving gates, freight elevators, doorways, and so much more. Crystals glitter in the sides of airships, humming with hidden energy as they slice through the winds to wherever their tasks carry them. Several large cities pepper the countryside, with smaller villages scattered hither and yon. However, no other city holds a candle to the radiance of the capital, Moritaria.
Built against the mountainside in the Jotunbjorn Tundra, the city comprises of concentric hemispheres of increasing altitude, with the inner ring pressed against the mountain herself. Towers rise up from within the walls of the city, each comprised of some unique material or craftsmanship. Some rise to dizzying heights which seem to be attempting to rival even the very rock the metropolis is buttressed against. Houses, businesses, warehouses, cafes, restaurants, shops, and more line the streets of the bustling hub, seeing that the streets are never fully quieted and abandoned. At night, gas lamps light up automatically, lining the streets with beautiful, warm amber firelight. Several major roadways see their origin here, sprawling out to all directions of the continent as they bring wagons, carriages, and feet of all kinds.
In the center ring, an elaborate palace keeps vigil over the peoples of Moritaria, monarchy of Traleria. Carved from dark, beautiful stone, decorated with silver and copper elements and filigree, and resplendent with tapestries of the royal family's colors and crest. A black field surrounds a silver crest that is separated into four quadrants, one holding a singular, white bird. Diagonally opposite the bird sits a brilliant-looking ultramarine crystal, shimmering from the powdered gemstone which had been woven into the fabric. Silver embroidery decorates the other two portions, forming elaborate patterns that seem to get more complex the longer one looks or the closer one gets.
"In the darkest year, a mighty star shall appear in the sky. Its brilliance shall have no equal and it shall grow and grow until nothing is left of the heavens. Then, it will consume our lands, our peoples, our lives. Only one can save us from our fate and She has been lost to time."
The soothsayer's prophecy was grim and absolute, foretelling of a great calamity that would befall the lands of Droharas. A comet from the furthest reaches of the firmament would smite the planet and bring about the end of all which had been wrought by the societies there. Their only hope at salvation was a myth as old as time itself, an ancient entity known as She. She was said to have birthed the first men and gifted them the lands of Droharas to allow them to grow and prosper. Then, as civilization began to grow, She disappeared without a trace and left the denizens to flourish on their own. As time passed, She was forgotten by many, but remembered by sects of those who still cherished the old knowledge.
Now, the year of darkness is upon Droharas, when the planets of the solar system align in just the right way to lead to a month-long period of absolute darkness. In keeping with predictions, a new star appeared in the night sky and began to slowly grow in intensity until its light was brighter than any of the other stars and a long tail of cosmic debris glittered behind it. Panic has begun to set in with the people of Traleria as the court scientists, artificers, and diviners have spent years and years trying to find either a solution or the prophesied savior. It is in the dark year where this story begins.