Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The once cloudless sky quickly changed, the large, once comfortable of the sun was blotted out. The ground came to life with various creatures, obviously not natural to the world, for they almost morphed from the ground itself as the shadows were cast over the surface of the planet. Deep red hues being the only other color inhabiting the creatures of shadow, and the undead that forced themselves free from their entrapment beneath the crust. The planet seemed to be enveloped in clouds now, though not their usual white coloring, but more of a dark purple tint. The once green grass became brown and brittle, trees quickly died. Some corruption had contaminated this planet, and its inhabitants were now locked in a fight for their lives against these creatures. Many had fallen at the claws and teeth of the shadowed beings, the undead had devoured both helpless women and children, which in turn, became one with those they so hated. Village after village had fallen, unable to defend themselves, they had fallen back to one of the few fortress cities that still stood in defiance, the last hope of humanity was if these homes, turned prisons, held.
Due to the dense population, many grew sick, provisions dwindled, theft and murder ran rampant, and families were forced to hack their loved ones into pieces after death, for on more than one occasion the dead came back to kill the ones they once loved. Constant moans and screeches had driven more than one dweller insane, and those insane had tried opening the gates, and on an occasion or two, they were successful. The large doors creating a barrier, were being beaten, the wood was starting to splinter as the massive ogre creatures, standing three times the height of any man, and a hundred times stronger, continued their constant assault. Time was dwindling for the survivors of the villages, something had to be done to stop these monsters.
Armies were formed, enemies of war, rivalries for land, were all forgotten in humanity's darkest hours. Successfully, A portion of the northern most continent of the planet. Humanity makes its stand, attempting to push downward, many of the keeps still stand, separated and suffering, the Kingdom of the Isles begins to make its way down to the besieged structures. Few swordsmen have proven themselves valiant sources of inspiration, they became the figurehead of the army. Most recently, magic users have been discovered, and very few at the level of cause devastating damage to the hordes of creatures.
The screeching of the shadowed creatures echoed throughout the barren area that had once been a beautiful plains. The clouds began to circle in the sky, bright blue lightning began to flash, lighting the plains. The flashes were bright enough that even these creatures, some thought to be immortal, cringed. In mid air, the air warped, creating an orb, a dimensional rift formed. The once see through orb began to fade into black, and taking on a more liquid form, though retaining the circular structure, it rippled as if water. The lightning struck the orb, sending volts of static energy across its surface, the material was very conductive. Something from within began to press against the surface, warping the orbs shape slightly before a white patch of hair was revealed, head lowered, the black orb retained its general shape, his shoulders appearing shortly after, then a right leg, which seemed to step on air, but the air seemed stable. A bright red glyph appeared just outside the orb, creating a platform in mid air.
Peeling off him almost as a banana lost its skin, the form of Karyama was revealed, his head slowly rising, and his eyelids peeling back to reveal the bright blue, dimly glowing hues, his arms resting at his sides. He was wearing a black magicians robe, the sleeves hanging to his wrists, a pair of black pants, a pair of well treated boots, and to complete his uniform, a pair of white gloves. Once released from the orb, it seemed to become unstable, and suddenly lost its form, falling to ground as nothing but water. The wind gusted around his form, causing the tail of his robe to sway slightly. His bright colored hues narrowed upon the creatures beneath him, who glared up at him hungrily, and with the next flash of lightning, he outstretched his arm and redirected it directly into the congestion of them, the energy tore deep into the ground, shredding it and sending arching volts in every direction, incinerating those within the radius of the direct contact point. This was his place in this world, to thin out the creatures so the armies could mop up the last of them, it was a slow process, but this seemed to be the only successful way.
Due to the dense population, many grew sick, provisions dwindled, theft and murder ran rampant, and families were forced to hack their loved ones into pieces after death, for on more than one occasion the dead came back to kill the ones they once loved. Constant moans and screeches had driven more than one dweller insane, and those insane had tried opening the gates, and on an occasion or two, they were successful. The large doors creating a barrier, were being beaten, the wood was starting to splinter as the massive ogre creatures, standing three times the height of any man, and a hundred times stronger, continued their constant assault. Time was dwindling for the survivors of the villages, something had to be done to stop these monsters.
Armies were formed, enemies of war, rivalries for land, were all forgotten in humanity's darkest hours. Successfully, A portion of the northern most continent of the planet. Humanity makes its stand, attempting to push downward, many of the keeps still stand, separated and suffering, the Kingdom of the Isles begins to make its way down to the besieged structures. Few swordsmen have proven themselves valiant sources of inspiration, they became the figurehead of the army. Most recently, magic users have been discovered, and very few at the level of cause devastating damage to the hordes of creatures.
The screeching of the shadowed creatures echoed throughout the barren area that had once been a beautiful plains. The clouds began to circle in the sky, bright blue lightning began to flash, lighting the plains. The flashes were bright enough that even these creatures, some thought to be immortal, cringed. In mid air, the air warped, creating an orb, a dimensional rift formed. The once see through orb began to fade into black, and taking on a more liquid form, though retaining the circular structure, it rippled as if water. The lightning struck the orb, sending volts of static energy across its surface, the material was very conductive. Something from within began to press against the surface, warping the orbs shape slightly before a white patch of hair was revealed, head lowered, the black orb retained its general shape, his shoulders appearing shortly after, then a right leg, which seemed to step on air, but the air seemed stable. A bright red glyph appeared just outside the orb, creating a platform in mid air.
Peeling off him almost as a banana lost its skin, the form of Karyama was revealed, his head slowly rising, and his eyelids peeling back to reveal the bright blue, dimly glowing hues, his arms resting at his sides. He was wearing a black magicians robe, the sleeves hanging to his wrists, a pair of black pants, a pair of well treated boots, and to complete his uniform, a pair of white gloves. Once released from the orb, it seemed to become unstable, and suddenly lost its form, falling to ground as nothing but water. The wind gusted around his form, causing the tail of his robe to sway slightly. His bright colored hues narrowed upon the creatures beneath him, who glared up at him hungrily, and with the next flash of lightning, he outstretched his arm and redirected it directly into the congestion of them, the energy tore deep into the ground, shredding it and sending arching volts in every direction, incinerating those within the radius of the direct contact point. This was his place in this world, to thin out the creatures so the armies could mop up the last of them, it was a slow process, but this seemed to be the only successful way.
