[spoiler] Results of the Ominous Dawn Roll 1d20 [b]eMPIRE[/b] 19- great [b]The Kingdom of El[/b] 20- perfect [b]The Flying City of Alessia[/b] 6- unfortunate [b]The Schlaugendaurff Stautten[/b] 7- unfortunate [b]Mike Illitch Jr.[/b] 4- bad [b]The Gamla Upsala[/b] 15- good [b]The Turg’u[/b] 3- bad [b]the Bone Zone[/b] 2- bad [/spoiler] [u][b]It was the First Age of Newtopica;[/b][/u] [i]An Era of Prosperity and Peace for her people.[/i] Though young, their civilizations sprang up with an unmitigated fervor. Challenges befell them but their kingdoms forged on, a golden age; untested by the Crucible of Fates. Its citizens flourished and its cultures soared. Mostly separated, the people of the Realm slowly discovered one another through trade and exploration. The Goblins of the Schlaugendaurffs were the first to discover the flying city of Alessia. Hesitant at first, the People of Alessia soon discovered the marvelous properties of the Urckenlautens blood in clarifying and polishing magitech crystals. A robust trade soon began between them. In the coming years the rest of the realms kingdoms discovered one another, In a similar fashion, though not always with congenial intentions. The Zombies of the Bone Zone had spread out into the world; their hunger claiming those foolish enough to wander into any forest or untraveled grove alone or unprepared. Great hoardes accumulated and were set marching by terrified passerby’s; who would then run desperately to the nearest town- “Help!” They would cry- “The dead yet live!”. [i]By Morning the town would be no more and the land would die soon after. Each zombie a finger stretched from the mind of the malevolent Cryptkeeper. [/i] The shark like mercantile prowess of Mike Illitch Sr. would make it so that Little Kaisers Etsy throw pillows were nearly a household name, though among some in the realm, his chattel treatment of Mules drew fierce protest. [i]Undaunted he raised the prices and dared the kingdoms of the realm to challenge them. None did…[/i] The Turg’u people were embraced by many for their provision of the seagrass, its numerous medicinal and reagent properties made it a greatly demanded commodity of the realm. The U’turgs kingdom swelled in numbers and a culture of harvest evolved almost religiously around the Sea Grass. The Turg’u were of most interest to the eMPIRE in their orbiting platforms. The eMPIREs interest in the Turg’u people led to a migration treaty of interesting Turg’u individuals in exchange for foods other than seagrass. Opening the Turg’u up to new cuisines set their deprived palates on a frenzy, and they soon discovered the Mead and Turnips of The Gamla Upsala, as well as their affinity for the intoxicating chili peepers and obligatory lettuce. [i]A Household industry became a cottage industry became a corporate one, and Both the Gamla Upsala and Turg’u were flush in that Chili-p. [/i] Among them all went the Mysterious El soul-seekers. Regarded as excellent companions and allies, they contracted with other mortals of the realm individually. While the terms of these contracts varied, each one stipulated the right to the other mortals soul if they did while they were being served by them, in return, the Mortals would benefit from the magical aura of the El in question, in whatever form that might take. Among a portion of the citizenry they were decried as succubi and demons of ill contracts and malicious consequence, but for many who contracted them, such heights they had never imagined. [i]Perhaps as a consequence, the Tesseract grew every year.[/i] Among all the people of the realm, intrepid figures and hungry entrepreneurs took to the endless frontiers and inexhaustible horizons, but no matter how far they traveled the expanse of the realm stretched on. Trade routes enriched its people… Artisans plied their works, mercenaries and thieves carved their lot and the Nobles each ruled in their own way. [i]Like all foolish mortals they believed their fortunes unending.[/i] The Greater Lords observed the Lesser Gods as they regarded their meager and petty creations. Some looked upon their chosen civilization with contempt, or worse yet; malice. More were uncaring; entreated by the Greater Lords they fulfilled the divine bargain, and the fate of their creation would be the responsibility of its mortal people; Still they watched from afar. Among the few remained the Lesser Gods who cherished their creations with a paternal joy. They had fostered their creations as their offspring and protected them, though even they could not stop the hands of fate. [i]As they regarded their creation, The Greater Lords fell to grim reflection; and the age of Omens began.[/i] I. The Age of Omens In the first year of the age of Omens a frightening plague began to take root. A Blight killing crops and livestock alike swept through the Realm. The Dead were to be expected, but the signs were not. Strange happenings had accompanied this creeping sickness of the earth. Shamans and holy men, celebrants of the Gods and all the prophets did proclaim that the Blight would only get worse. With chanting and incantation they professed Omens and Warnings of coming strife and death. Shielded from this tragic event by their enigmatic space magics were the eMPIRE. Whose technology in the time of the mysterious blight staved off the worst of the hardship. Struggling to meet the demand for food from the other Kingdoms, they reaped enormous rewards and profits, while many more suffered in the lands below. The Soul Seekers of El continued their quest unabated, stocked with a fresh flow of souls from the denizens of Newtopica, They became a more frequent sighting among the other kingdoms, harvesting the souls of the dead, and returning them the mysterious Tesseract. Even the Odd-smelling warriors of The Gamla Upsala were able to store enough Mead and Turnips to survive for many years to come. But woe… Chilli Peppers and lettuce climbed exponentially in there tendered price, and unrest fermented just beneath the veneer of its already thin society. The flying city of Alessia confronted it’s greatest food shortage in History, and even some reagents extracted to purify the enigmatic crystals that powered their technology and lives were of those same crops. The High Empress Lord Lady confronted two great crises. The shortage of crystals and the shortage of food, many would die and the ensuing chaos of an energy shortage would cause further strife in the panic. The coming shortages were not yet upon them but something would need to be done The Schlaugendaurff Stautten, saw their worst mercantile days yet, the Urckanlatens which made up such a strong part of their trade had begun migrate elsewhere to greener sewage flows, and the oddly named “tobacco sauce” could only prop up the economy so much. The Stautten faced tough times ahead, the loss of revenue from Trade, unproductive Citizens, and an ever growing need for the Flautennaters and Norftens they so desperately crave. Widespread riots would be likely, if they did not prepare. While the Turg’u had seen the recent declines in Seagrass as a blessing, things had begun to quickly get out of hand. Vast expanses of dead seagrass now littered the underwater realm of the Turg’u, unpalatable yet still somehow marginally edible, a great malaise has settle over the U’turg’s people. Though he prayed fervently, and rallied his subjects it seems something must be done soon. The beasts of burden were dying and the waters turned a sickly brown from the blight, more would die if they did not act. They have enough healthy fields for a short time, but the ever creeping blight is eating more each day it seems, what madness drives this? In the Silent wasteland of the Bone Zone, the undead begin to crumble ‘starving, so hungry’ the numbers of moving undead slumps dramatically, but is no matter, the cryptkeeper touches the hoarde through his unholy link and feels their collective hunger for life, more so he recognized that the hoarde was dying its second death, and more must be consumed if he was to remain the King of the Bone Zone. [i]And seemingly in stride with this fell omen of blight and famine, A new people raised a banner of defiance in their own small corner of little consequence…[/i] Arriving late in The realm of Newtopica, The people of [b]the Elys[/b] came… Strange and nebulous wraiths of unknown origin, there skeletal eyes shone with strange fell light, and there robes were a black flame to mock the Gods, they wandered in nomadic bands across the great expanses of the realm, their nigh immortality was only limited by their ability to hoard the life essence they generated by worshipping the Warden, a Flame wreathed Scion of unknown power, and direct conduit to the Abyssal ones. They’re trade; Artifacts of Abyssal energy storing capacity, for their coveted Soul-Devouring Onyx… When refined its magical qualities could hone even the most hopeless of blade and imbue them with power. Now, The Bells of the Fates are ringing… [i]The Greater Lords of the realm are calling to their subjects.[/i] [spoiler]*Vote in the polls beginning at each post. [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/261909374?sort=0&page=0]RULES FOR THE GAME PART/ HOW TO PLAY[/url] [/spoiler]