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Lyku
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2014
- Location
- New York, USA
[The following is an open Pathfinder based RP. If you are interested in joining, please post in the post titled Games in this area or send me a PM with a character sheet. Once approved, i will do what I can to enter you into the story as soon as possible.]
The year was 749 AFG as it was commonly referred to. Roughly seven and a half centuries had passed since the fall of the old gods for the world of Excerius. Long had it been since the clouds blanketed the sky in darkness every day and the world was ruled through a cruel god who treated the world as his play thing. The world had changed in this time and each and every day was a new beginning. Even though it was so long ago, stories were still passed about the heroes who had risen up, saving the world from the brink of destruction and in place, ascending up as gods and saviors for the world. As with all tales through word of mouth, as much of it was, names had been lost among other things. The scars of the world were mending and though some scars, like those left on the land that were merely referred to as the Altirr Wastes, remained, the world was moving towards something more promising.
Now, with hope in the world, and a focus on the future, the world was, more or less, coming together. Nothing was perfect and there was turmoil, but nothing like there was in the past. So to commemorate the upcoming 750th year of peace, High Empress Allexia had chosen to hold a festival for all those of the land to attend, to celebrate the passing into the new year within the capital city of Amiriot. It was said to be a celebration with hopes of unifying even some of the more distant factions, such as the Order of Druids, who had kept themselves isolated from the cities that they viewed so tainted.
Now, save for the fact that she was the High Empress, the general world new nothing of who she was. So it was with great excitement that word was spreading that for the first time in nearly 250 years that she would be seen exitting her Palace of Ivory to see the populace. Though she ruled the land far, her orders had always come through couriers and lesser lords, her presence never seen. Word was that even those who had the luck to venture into the Palance to have an audience with her never saw her face, finding it hidden behind a mask, though each individual described the Mask being different and beauiful beyond words. It was uncertain how long she had ruled for, as tales claimed that she existed even during the time of the Cruel God, though specifics were never given and those who tended to ask never seemed to be allowed to stay to receive such an answer.
As the festival is days away, merchants and travellers would be making their way to the city, many hoping to find fortune and some merely looking to have a good time. Though a large city, even inns are beginning to fill up quite quickly.
The year was 749 AFG as it was commonly referred to. Roughly seven and a half centuries had passed since the fall of the old gods for the world of Excerius. Long had it been since the clouds blanketed the sky in darkness every day and the world was ruled through a cruel god who treated the world as his play thing. The world had changed in this time and each and every day was a new beginning. Even though it was so long ago, stories were still passed about the heroes who had risen up, saving the world from the brink of destruction and in place, ascending up as gods and saviors for the world. As with all tales through word of mouth, as much of it was, names had been lost among other things. The scars of the world were mending and though some scars, like those left on the land that were merely referred to as the Altirr Wastes, remained, the world was moving towards something more promising.
Now, with hope in the world, and a focus on the future, the world was, more or less, coming together. Nothing was perfect and there was turmoil, but nothing like there was in the past. So to commemorate the upcoming 750th year of peace, High Empress Allexia had chosen to hold a festival for all those of the land to attend, to celebrate the passing into the new year within the capital city of Amiriot. It was said to be a celebration with hopes of unifying even some of the more distant factions, such as the Order of Druids, who had kept themselves isolated from the cities that they viewed so tainted.
Now, save for the fact that she was the High Empress, the general world new nothing of who she was. So it was with great excitement that word was spreading that for the first time in nearly 250 years that she would be seen exitting her Palace of Ivory to see the populace. Though she ruled the land far, her orders had always come through couriers and lesser lords, her presence never seen. Word was that even those who had the luck to venture into the Palance to have an audience with her never saw her face, finding it hidden behind a mask, though each individual described the Mask being different and beauiful beyond words. It was uncertain how long she had ruled for, as tales claimed that she existed even during the time of the Cruel God, though specifics were never given and those who tended to ask never seemed to be allowed to stay to receive such an answer.
As the festival is days away, merchants and travellers would be making their way to the city, many hoping to find fortune and some merely looking to have a good time. Though a large city, even inns are beginning to fill up quite quickly.
