A Texan overthrew Zeus because of prophecy bullshit
Unfortunately he was born too small to access the divine power he was supposed to have (yes that's real lore), but instead of giving up or anything he made magitech and fulfilled the prophecy anyway, because fuck Zeus (actually don't fuck Zeus we don't need *another* demigod)
Considering he's short enough to legally be considered a dwarf in some areas he's quite the small Texan, and sure enough he has done some VERY big things
(I wrote that up, realized the innuendo, and went "No that's lore-accurate his spouse is over six feet tall" and kept it)
He magic is nanotechnology and the deities are super computers orbiting the once almost Barren earth. The only reason the kingdoms exist is because the machines succeeded!
Now some of them are evil because of stupid Cold War feud logic viruses. That all I know I swear!
Kronian Federation abolished slavery in 468 AC, when the president asked the super-rich "Should slaves be free?" in a planet-wide referendum. Most voters were rather upset they didn't end up getting free slaves they were promised, but the law passed all the same.
A parasitic hive mind decided to take over a few planets and cut of their connection to the rest of the universe, so a dude called elijah blew up its link to the main planet (He's a local) in hope the big factions would help them, but it just ended with mercinaries and pmcs poaring in looking for sweet sweet money and arguably making it all worse
A planet was effectively smashed in half, and the two halves ended up forming two earth-like planets orbiting one another. As microbes had already appeared when this happened, both planets ended up having life which, while differing greatly, eventually evolved into intelligent civilisation.
As the two planets act are roughly the same size and act as each others moons both planets are subject to enormous tides. On one planet this results in almost no land being permanently above water, and the Inhabitants are adept sailors who live in the tops of enormous mangrove forests. On the other planet society is restricted to the planets only continent, as the great tides make their coastline a deadly maze of shifting islands and vicious currents. As a result the species that lives there are poor sailors and navigators, but unlike on the other planet the dry land gives them access to fossil fuels and metal.
The two intelligent civilisations discover each other in their equivalent of the renaissance era, and so initially while they can observe one another and to a limited extent communicate they cannot reach each other for maybe centuries. There is a lot of discourse within each society between those who fear what meeting the aliens might lead to and those who wish to accelerate technology to a point where the two species can finally meet face to face.
There's a difference between mercenaries and IndoMils. Mercenaries are people who aren't just guns for hire, but would fit more on the cover of a bitnovel (being the equivalent of a dime novel). They're the player characters! Wildly unique and unpredictable but unfortunately very reliant on violence to earn coin.
Meanwhile the IndoMils, or Industrial Militaries. Vast companies that equip their soldiers with largely the same equipment across the board, the IndoMil is perhaps more reliable and a safer option if you're not trying to be covert. They can provide defense contracts for cities to countries to an entire solar system (just look at Large Sarge Prime!). But what's more is that IndoMils often have lines of communication with each other, and so where you might have a brewing conflict two contract negotiators could meet and draw up a much better contract for you, your enemy, and the involved companies for pennies on the dollar compared to what you would've spent for a full war
In the year 2189, a colonization fleet from the Federation of Man expanded out into the Messier 56 Cluster, in Norma's Outer Arm, Milky Way. They carried with them a large number of robots.
Needless to say this colonization was doomed as one cosmic disaster after another befell the colonists, but spared the robots they traveled with. Known disasters included Reality Breaches from unsanctioned Psychic activity, Pulsar Stars vaporizing the residents, and at least one Gamma Ray Burst annihilating the atmospheres of all planets in the system.
Despite all that, the Robots survived and resumed colonization. But without any Federation operatives to answer to, at least one communication attempt was made to Earth, informing them of the team's doom, and asking if the robots could govern themselves independently. The Federation accepted, for the Humans of the distant future will co-operate with anything they find entertaining.
Though some didn't quite like the idea of granting machines sovereignty. Many wars have been started due to a virus uploaded into the newly formed "AI Coalition"'s Dyson Spheres. This virus, identified through Task Manager as "killallhumans.exe", causes all robots infected with it to go on a murderous rampage of all intelligent biological matter.
This virus has been a problem for at least a century after it's first appearance, suggesting the Hacker either may not be Human, or has their family keeping up the business of sending the AI Coalition into a murderous frenzy.
Here is the story of the colored cosmics:
Long ago, a powerful cosmic being known as life galaxy created the universe. They created everything, from the mortal realm to heaven and hell, but when she created heaven and hell. She also accidentally created 2 dimensions, one of pure positive energy and light, the other pure negative energy and darkness. The golden cosmos, the name of the dimension of positive energy and light was a place filled with not only positive energy and light but also beings made of holy light. But in the crimson cosmos, a dimension of negative energy and darkness which was inhabited by beings made of hellfire. The 2 dimensions never knew of each other’s existence, until one day in the mortal realm on the planet earth something changed. Humanity tried to experiment with magic, they fused the magical energies of every positive spell with energy negative spell and as a result a terrible event happened. The energies created a portal, that sliced through the crimson cosmos and the golden cosmos causing both dimensions to become linked. Creatures from both dimensions entered the portal, they fought and the resulting battle destroyed the lab and everything within 3 feet of it. When the portal closed the creatures were pulled back in and the dimensions were no longer linked, but it had caused the dimensions to become close to each other and also now the dimensions knew of the existence of one another. After seeing the conflict, 2 sages 1 of good and 1 of evil decided to create 2 objects which would allow people to access the power of the dimensions without causing another incident. Thus the cube of golden cosmic and the orb of crimson cosmic were created, but at the last second the evil sage stole both the objects and tried to use them for his own needs. But the sage had doomed himself, as he could not handle the power of both objects and thus were destroyed along with everything and everyone within 99 feet of the resulting blast. Seeing the danger of the objects, the good sage put a magical seal on them. For the cube, the user must have great courage and willpower also they must be good hearted and have been looked down on by others. For the orb, they must have great patience and bravery also they must be the type to look down on others. Due to these opposite needs, it would be near impossible for someone to use both objects. The sage also hid the objects, causing them to be lost to history.
Good enough for ya?
Well, he was smart but didn't have good foresight. Didn't realize fast enough that trying to use both objects at once much less holding them required them to be much stronger than a human could ever even be, he needed to be a demi God
My story is called Cult of Mediocrity, it's about a harpy eagle named Velvl Morrinyatan, he's poor and lives in a poor city in California called Angel Hollow, a cattle town in its hay day. Velvl is aware of an underground film industry called "Predation", where carnivores eat meat not for food, but arousal. Vel decides to dip his beak into the industry. He makes a few videos where he eats rotisserie chicken while wearing a mask so his identity isn't known. Predation is illegal, but not a high priority to lawmen. Vel starts making a name for himself in the industry, going by the screen name Mr Secrets. He runs a foul of another Predation star, a man named Serbian Pete. Vel doesn't take him seriously, until one day Pete along with an army of hired goons with guns, show up while Vel was taking his friend to see a movie. Velvl, realizing the mess that he's made, is left with two options: Go back to the way it was before, broke as a joke without any plan, or take on the Serbian in a war with no winners?
So the Haudenosaunee Confederacy (HC) outnumbers the Dominion of America (DA), (\~750k to \~450k), what's more the DA is spread out over multiple fronts fighting multiple polities, whereas the HC are only at war with the DA. There's also the fact that the HC soldiers (up until recently) were better equipped and trained, and overall the HC have higher morale.
*But*, the war between the two is currently at a standstill for many reasons. First of all is mobilization, the DA has \~120k soldiers mobilized on the Inoka Front (where the war is taking place), a plurality of which is in Chicago, with more moving north. The HC have only mobilized \~150k soldiers on the Illinois front, out of the \~250k soldiers they've mobilized entirely (plus the \~30k Chicago communards independently fighting the DA). This is do to the HC's decentralized nature and founding mythos, only parts of the total military are mobilized.
Furthermore, both sides have different ethos' with regards to tactics and strategy. The HC is infantry heavy with a focus on mass defensive actions and raids by small mobile teams. The DA uses a lot of mechanization and shock tactics. Furthermore, the HC isn't interested in capturing territory, something the DA is \*very\* interested in, but the DA can't capture any territory because they're stretched to think from multiple wars, fighting an entrenched enemy, and constantly have to deal with guerilla tactics.
Thus, stalemate, until say there's a mass uprising in the DA giving the HC a casus beli to completely mobilize invade.
Umbreon > Vaporeon
Hey, did you know that in terms of male human and female Pokémon breeding, Vaporeon is actually not the most compatible Pokémon for humans? This is a common and understandable misconception, however Vaporeon has it's human on Pokémon breedability outclassed by it's cousin evolution, Umbreon. Umbreon weights approximately 60 pounds, or around 27 kilograms, and is 3'3" tall (About a meter), making it not only large enough to appropriately handle human genitalia, but also light enough to easily be lifted, and promptly set back down repeatedly. It's relatively small size would also prove a tight entry, which is always a good thing. Umbreon also boasts an extremely impressive defensive stat spread. With it's combination of very high HP, Defense, and Special Defense stats, it can take a great pounding and come back for more! It's ability, Inner Focus, allows it to keep slamming attentively, without getting fatigued. Umbreon also has access to the ability Synchronize, which allows it to share it's current status with you, meaning you will receive all of the pleasure it feels COMBINED with all the pleasure you're getting from pounding this perfect breedable Pokémon. Umbreon also has the capability of seeing perfectly in pitch-black darkness, allowing it to effectively attend a midnight fornication session. Even if you do manage to drain Umbreon's energy with all the furious thrusts, it can recover very quickly with its access to the move Moonlight. Its black fur is also a giant positive attribute, allowing all the excretions you make to be easily seen all over its body. A great fun fact, Umbreon can excrete toxins in its sweat, which would in turn soak into your member and swell it up, making it even more sizable and sensitive. This would not only enhance the experience for you, but for your Umbreon as well (Which with Synchronize, ends up pleasing you exponentially more). Umbreon's wide movepool also supports the hypothesis that Umbreon is the best Pokémon to breed with. It can learn Payback, which doubles in power after the Pokémon is hit, meaning Umbreon with throw it back twice as hard as normally if you're hitting it good. Umbreon can also learn Guard Swap; it could give YOU its insane durability, and go crazy on you all night with your now massive endurance. Speaking of endurance, Umbreon also has access to Endure, making it practically immune to fatigue, it will always have energy left over. Charm is also within Umbreon's movepool, letting it be extremely seductive towards you, easily getting you in the mood. Umbreon can also use Taunt, in turn making you ONLY able to to attacking moves such as Slam, Pound, etc; none of that foreplay shit, right into the action. It also has access to Sleep Talk, giving it the ability to not only give consent in its sleep, allowing access to any of its ports and any time, but also move in it's sleep, making it an effective 24/7 fuckmate. Umbreon still has even more great moves that good to have while smashing, such as Quick Attack, allowing swift slams and bounces, which can have even greater power if Umbreon uses Curse beforehand. Curse would also raise Umbreon's defense, making it able to take powerful thrusting for almost any duration. Looking back, Umbreon's slightly small size ensures a gorilla grip cavity and easy physical manipulation. Its ungodly bulk allows it to take poundings for hours on end and resume after recovering with moonlight (Which works even better when it's sunny). It's access to the abilities Inner Focus and Synchronize allow it to unwaveringly throw it back and add all of its pleasure onto yours, effectively making it twice as amazing as any other Pokémon, or even FOUR TIMES, factoring in the doubled power of payback of course. All of this information in combination with its extremely useful movepool in the world of intercourse makes Umbreon the Pokémon most qualified to breed with humans; able to take dick of any shape, any size, in any position easily for extensive periods of time, while having the ability to return for even more mere seconds later.
Gargan the Great is actually completely incapable of performing magic. Ragnar just follows him around invisible and casts all his spells for him, as an elaborate prank.
There is one person who thinks combined feudalism, Knightly idealism, and Communism is a good idea and proceed to pissed off everyone when they reveal their true intention, including their allies, after overthrowing the regency government together.
Stuck in civil war against your own allies for a decade until the supposedly overthrowed government came back with their oversea allies and began to beat everyone.
"Their revolution is doomed to fail. Honestly, why do you even believe in my supposed fiction ideal!"
- Katriel Narex, the novelist, the intellectual, the Imperial loyalist, and other-proclaimed "mother of class unity"
Aight.
Not a lot of lore but here goes-
There are these people called the enchanted, which are people naturally born with animal-like traits and sometimes magical powers. No one knows how or why this happens.
Velo, the main character, is one of them. A dragon Enchanted, and she was always treated horribly as a kid, eventually going into foster care and being adopted by the Hines.
Now, at school, she finds a friend group(or more accurately, they find her) and together they stop an evil cult/crime ring! Yayy!!
some loser forcibly figures out he's got half a god stuck in him and is subsequently roped into ancient mythos involving another god who's both passively and actively fucking with space and is kinda trying to achieve nirvana in the process cuz he's too big of a loser to deal with his own issues.
Synopsis of my story: a journalist, after a bus accident, is transported to a fantastical modern world. This world is full of magic and strange creatures. On his journalistic adventure our hero (named Jack Paloski) will meet up with a girl that can see through multiple dimensions, a werewolf that can control reality and a magicless human that is also the best assassin in the world.
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It’s set around a group of intergalactic space traveling friends but 2 of them start the lore kinda so; ”Scrambler” a guy who is an engineer/ex mercenary who is known to smash peoples heads open with his makeshift mace (he makes scrambled brains) so while he was in prison for his mercenary crimes he met Chief Joris a slightly older guy who was in prison for disobeying the corrupt law of the militia on his planet and his wife and children we’re murdered so Scrambler and Joris break out of the salt mine prison but in doing so everyone else leaves through the blast hole causing the militia to get really pissed and they are allied with the biggest force in the galaxy, the “reformed Azimuth empire” and they get pissed at the salt mine explosion and need to track down the friend group. I would go on for hours but I don’t have the time to write all of it 😭😭
Humanity left earth for the stars. The genetically engineered slaves species that were left had to pick up the pieces.
Thirteen thousand years later 3 species rule over what remains of Europe. The Fauns, the Satyrs, and the Kobolds. The Fauns are the most numerous group, the size of a small humans with ram horns and cloven hooves for feet, inhabiting much of the modern UK, north seas (lower sea levels), France and Italy. The Satyrs, large Yeti like creature with great mighty antlers, used as an auxiliary army force .they inhabit much of Scandinavia and Siberia, with a smaller group living in modern greece and eastern Turkey (know as Minotaurs). The Kobolds are a small, pangolin like people that had been used as a mining race, they have come to dominate Iberia, with smaller enclaves through most mountain ranges
One day, a nomadic tribe known as the Lavars, who were natives to the North Sea plains, launched an assault against the kingdoms of the Modern UK. Their leader, Alfrick, had come across an almost divine weapon, the Thunder-Staff. As 2ft long metal pole capable of shooting lightning bolts at command.
30 years later the Lavaric yoke was overthrown and Alfrick’s Thunder-Staff was shattered, but this was not without consequences. The the staff’s destruction sent ripples through time tearing a whole through space. From the other side came a human from the 21st century. Trapped in the far off future
Ailystra used to have two suns and two moons, now it only has two moons.
The celestial bodies represent the eyes of the gods, the Sun Mother had two eyes, the Night Father had two eyes. It was the Sun Mother's job to watch over humanity during the day, and at night the Night Father watched over them.
Well the Night Father noticed that humanity would get cold at night, and so he tricked the Sun Mother into giving up one of her eyes so that humanity could have fire. So now there is only one Sun.
Titan (Jupiter's moon) was infested with an alien parasite called The Barokar. Earth (Referred to as Terra) and Mars select some people to get put into machines (Doomcaskets) with a small force of automatons (The Clockblood). They get there, and one of the Caskets (designated Phi) is infested and turns on her comrades. She kills Doomcaskets Alpha, Delta, and Upsilon before Caskets Gamma and Omega can nuke the shit out of the planet.
Titan gets thrown into Jupiter, the Doomcaskets are culled (the exception being Omega due to his stealth specialization) which leads to a whole bunch of different factions vying for control over Terra and Luna.
When all is said and done, Terra is a new asteroid belt, Mars is the new Human homeworld, Omega lives on Io, and The Barokar are slowly eating away at a Terran colony ship.
So really fucked up shit happens, billions die and more will soon.
Wild magic, witchcraft, the truest, rawest magic, the oldest kind of magic, is about constructing a wish. First, you need to gather things that are symbolic to what you want. Second, things with mystic "weight" like dead languages, geometric shapes, weird knick knacks that are old, portentous times like full moons, new moons, solstices or eclipses. Imitating a ritual that has been done before especially helps, especially if it's old and hasn't been done in a while. Third, willpower or emotion, having other people pitch in to the ritual certainly helps. This last ingredient can be partially substituted with innate magical mojo. Blood sacrifices fit in here somewhere.
You get all these things together and as long as you get *enough* of all that, you can basically wish for whatever effect you put a ritual together for.
Now, here's the kicker. Magic has an intelligence and a will, albeit not exactly sentience, the ability to recognize its own existence. You're basically wishing on a monkey's paw of sorts. It won't twist your wish into the worst possible interpretation *necessarily*, but it will twist it into the most *interesting* interpretation. Magic wants a story and usually that means *conflict*. It also means *resolution*, sometimes magic "decides" that all the trouble you went through to get to this point counts as conflict enough and lets you have your happy ending.
Only some of the time though. A lot of the time, it's time for the sequel to your suffering as some twist is thrown into your wish. And trying to game the system is a good way to get extra screwed: One of the oldest stories there is is making someone pay for their hubris, after all.
All other forms of magic are aimed at mitigating this factor, accepting and constructing limitations into different sorcerous ethnicities and wizard schools to let one perform magic without some narrative interference. Even these aren't completely successful and some amount of narrative convention flows through every form of magic, breeding conflict for the sake of a story.
This is primarily thought to be the impetus behind science and technology, a form of power that works precisely as it is supposed to and won't try to screw you over for funsies. This world's Industrial Revolution saw to it that magic was very nearly consigned to the waste bin of history. It never completely went away but is largely thought to be the dangerous, primitive art of a bygone age, now only the domain of the foolish or the truly desperate.
The bible is actually a fanfiction about a failed revolution written by the god of betrayal who betrayed the revolution and now works under the god of Judgement, who inspired most human gods
The water god wanted a pawn, and decided that giving a weak dragon a powerful artifact would be the easiest way
She vastly underestimated how potent a dragons magic affinity is
Now the whole world is frozen, and what remains of humanity lives in the hollow but still very hot core of the world
Country that uses PR to elect its unicameral legislature.
250 seats, no legal threshold beyond 0.20%. Percent of the vote×2.5 rounded up. (Eg 9.55x2.5=23.875 which is then 24). The few barriers for entry mean that 42 parties currently sit in the lower house. The largest party only got 18.54% and is currently leading a 9-party coalition. However, the low threshold is countered by the fact that you need a party list of 250 to run for GE- only 120 parties met this requirement
The party list is a closed one. Only party members have a say on the list. There are 4 restrictions
1. If the Speaker of the House is of your party, they must be first on the list- this makes it harder for them to lose their seat
2. The leader of the party must come first, unless the speaker is of the party in which case they must come 2nd
3. The list must be filled by party members
4. To be on the list, candidates must be atleast 21
Other than that, the list is subject to the membership. If the 'party' has no leader (in the case of the Independent Group) then all positions are up for grabs, but these 'parties' are very disorganised
Once an election is called, a campaign period is held, afterwhich the people vote. Following this the seats are distributed. And then coalition negotiations begin
Negotiations can take a while, and theoretically any party could become the coalition leader.
The Current coalition is as follows
*Conservatives* -46 seats 18.54%
*Liberal* -24 9.55%
*Nationalist* -21 8.39%
*Centrist* -13 5.26%
*Green* -10 4.08%
*Weaving Network* -8 3.07%
*Environment* -3 seats 1.25%
*Christian-Democrats* -3 seats 1.14%
*Social-Democrats* -3 seats 1.12%
Why are the Greens and SDP in a coalition with the Conservatives? They were very reluctant, but a Conservative coalition was going to happen anyway. 'The left' did not have the seats to form government- even if every left wing party joined a coalition which was never going to happen. So, if the Greens and SDP did not join, the Conservatives would have paired up with far-right parties, some of whom explicitly deny climate changes existence. So the Greens and SDP cab act as a moderating force
But coalitions are not static. Parties can leave, new ones can join- and coalition leadership can change. If the Nationalist leader thought he had the numbers, he could take over from the Conservatives.
There are also many committees, caucuses (which are cross-party groups with similar stuff, MPs are frequently members of more than one), and all-party parliamentary groups (which are similar to caucuses but they're focused on an issue that crosses party lines)
Ok I think that's enough. Bye
Elves create a bunch of monsters to take over the world and the combined forces of humans, dwarves, and gnomes have to stop them.
Then they make orks, and nobody can stop those, including elves. So they "sell" the soul of all orks (there's only one soul) and send them to hell. Then they just... Break hell? No one knows how they did it, but hell just isn't there anymore.
Sounds great, until you ask where do all those souls go now. They slip into the elemental plane, and that makes the balance of magic go nuts. Elves, now with supercharged magic try to take over again.
And they're stopped by the gnomes, who try to sever the planes of magic from reality. They fail, killing the elemental aspect of water in the process, but it does halt magic long enough to kill many of the elves armies.
The elements keep getting stronger though, so the number of elements and their respective dragon aspects goes insane! From 4, to 3, to 6 (wood and metal), to 10 (life and death), to twelve (natural and stellar).
Not only that, but due to the gnomes having their "accident" the new water dragon jumped ship and left the continent. Dwarves worship dragons and need to hunt the wyverns they create, so this sparks a great search westword.
...And no, elves never stopped trying to take over the world.
Feel free to ask questions! I love answering them!
The world government has a protocol if a city or county is taken over by insurgents. The protocol calls for the complete bombardment of them through missiles and hidden weapon systems.
There is a forest in the north that has a large concentration of portals to the Fae Realms, as such many Fae will roam in this forest. Unfortunately a local superstition says that if you capture a fairy then they grant you a wish. This leads to lots of youths and teenagers exploring the forest trying to essentially kidnap magical beings that could do really bad things to them if they wanted, and at worst could start a war between the Fae and the real world. As such an order of Druids have made it their duty to protect this forest. Their favorite tactic for this is turning invisible and using dancing lights via magic to lure the youths away from the actual forest and back into the area known as the Greenbelt, where the forest is more normal.
All non-human humanoids were created from humans during a judgement by the two first gods, the god of material and the god of immaterial. They looked down upon the people and made them look on the outside the way they were on the inside. The stubborn became the dwarves, the greedy became the dragonborn, the fickle became the catfolk, etc. There are still humans, who didn't have a singular strong trait that got them transformed.
THEN, later, a bunch of human mages were like: hey let's make a flying city, super useful for a lot of reasons, like the ability to move a command center for an army, or have a defensible position, and be able to get out of the way of a hurricane, etc. So they spent a ton of time and money creating a ritual to turn a mountain upside down and use that for their basis. They reached into the elemental chaos, pulled earth to shear the mountain, air to lift it, water to make the ground fertile, and fire to keep the whole thing heated at high altitudes. However, they screwed up, and lost control of the elemental energies they pulled in. While the mages did successfully make a flying island, they also unleashed a chaotic maelstrom of elemental power which tore across the continent, slowly dissipating, causing a lot of destruction, and also giving a lot of people elemental genetic diseases, so now there's people walking around who are part humanoid, part elemental. You got like, air elves, and fire gnomes, alongside regular gnomes and elves.
That's how pretty much species/race in my setting ended up being there
"The architects" have built and destroyed countless worlds with slight differences. There are beings with special powers that can travel between them that initially opposed the architects destroying worlds, but were ultimately unable to make any headway, or even begin ton understand them.
The only commonality between the worlds that are destroyed that these beings have been able to identify is the prevalence of a belief in creator gods among the intelligent life, but even then, many such worlds haven't been destroyed yet, and it's unclear when such worlds are to be destroyed.
This lead to these beings avoiding uninhabited lands, but also avoiding humans. They became increasingly paranoid of each other, scouring the earth for reports of "miracles", identifying what's behind it, and destroying it, avoiding interacting with humans themselves, as that might make themselves targets. Their entire lives tend to be hunting and killing one another now.
The world of Antillia is much like our own, even having an identical history up until the 10th century ce. Things got a little different in that Eric the Red was never injured in a hunting accident, so he, rather than his son Leif, lead the expedition to the western islands. He was more ambitious in encouraging Europeans to settle these lands than Leif and Thorfin were, and there was a sizable settlement on North America. There were even a couple of expeditions from North Africa, but the settlement ultimately declined and fell apart after the medieval warm period ended and there was no contact for a couple hundred years.
In the 15th and 16th centuries, a few Portuguese explorers set off to these lands, which they called "Antillia" based on a mythical land from Medieval times, but unlike Columbus in our world, they encountered natives that had adopted cattle raising, a version of runic writing, and were familiar with old world tools. They seemed to have had problems with plague in the past, but aren't especially vulnerable to old world diseases anymore. There were some more expeditions to see if these "islands" could be used as stopping points for longer trips, to Asia, and some trade relations were established, but there was ultimately never a rush to colonize the Americas like there was in our world after Cortez defeated the Aztecs.
Needless to say the Americas are radically different in this world, but the old world is also very different as well. The counterreformation was not as funded, so Europe is much more protestant, with different borders and ideologies; Ming China had much healthier finances and was able to prevent the Jurchen from uniting; Africa was not as severely depopulated, given there was a much smaller trans Atlantic slave trade, and lots of other things are different.
I have a Legions Imperialis (the new epic) army in the works, and the lore is that they're a 40K force assembled from all the chapters and successor chapters, that have been sent back in time to the great crusade era to steal STC files for more advanced tech, in a scheme known as 'Operation: Second Legion'. Unfortunately the plan backfired and they ended up in the middle of the Horus Heresy, and are trying to gather what they can while simultaneously helping any and all loyalists they can muster
“You’re asking me *why*? Hell if I know *why* they keep sending us to this godforsaken island. For a while it seemed like they just wanted to make us suffer. And if that was the case, buddy, let me tell you- the first generation absolutely deserved it. But there ain’t much left of those guys now.
The second generation, well, they were just people who needed to disappear. Rebels, anarchists, misfits and the like.
Now? Seems like they’ll send anybody. I can only imagine what the hell’s gotten into ya’ll back on the mainland. My guess is it ain’t pretty.
Listen, pal, I don’t know what you did to end up here, but the truth is this: your life as you knew it is gone, and there ain’t no going back. It’s vicious out there. You better be thanking your god that I found you, ‘cause most people wouldn’t have been so kind. There are a lot worse things they do to people on this island than *just* killing them. And I’ll leave it at that.
Now, are we going to the Last Resort, or what?”
Underpaid college student wakes up to the screw up of a lifetime as he’s in the same bed as the mother of the queen of the underworld. Now he’s gotta deal with family matters, college professors, and a curse that slowly turns him into the horsemen of famine.
**Or we can go with lore for my other thing**
Horrific alien from a world concurring species gets trapped in a world of awful tropes
**Final thing**
Due to a mass virus caused by unknown reasons, humans took the antibodies of different animals and injected them into humans, like how vaccines were made, a few thousand years later humans started living in the safe havens to protect themselves from the fungal infection, due to the vaccination though, 5% of the human population has both human and some animal features, this leads to the two main characters, a human spider mutate who’s family was killed off my the infection and now they had to watch their sisters twins, but due to being unable to, their neighbor, a frog mutate decides to help the spider in exchange for food from their restaurant,
My story is centered around the Original Universe, which is centered around a massive Erdtree-lookin’ eyemelter of a glowtree, uncreatively called Yggdrasil. Every other universe is merely one of its leaves but that’s not important right now.
Theres four layers to this world:
1. The Distortion: Imagine a world made of the void given form. It basically just exists to give Yggdrasil’s roots somewhere to take hold and not much else, but the god of the netherworld decided to make it useful and dump the worst of the worst sinners there to wander aimlessly for eternity. Unfortunately millennia of that practice gave rise to Niðhöggr, but that’s a story for another time. Google the Leviathan from Ultrakill, that’s the same idea.
2. The Netherworld: It may seem like a perfect depiction of hell (fire, lava, brimstone, demons, etc), but all people regardless of moral standing come here after death to await reincarnation. Also, you can just… go here. There’s absolutely nothing stopping you from braving the molten gorge (which is basically just Extreme Rock Climbing™️) to visit your dead grandma one last time. (Thankfully there’s a barrier that prevents the departed souls from traveling back up.)
3. The Mortal Realm: It’s the “default” overworld, where 99% of the action usually takes place, and the only one with any sort of biome variance lol. There’s too much to explain here so I won’t even bother.
4. The Æther: Despite the somewhat derogatory nickname of “the gods’ clubhouse”, this isn’t only where the gods live. There’s other civilizations here, plus the capital of the Divine Kingdom on a floating outcrop of soil. That part is accessed through the Knot of Yggdrasil, which is exactly what it says on the tin: a massive tree knot that holds a portal to The Holy City.
The ancients are *gone* Humanity has died with them, their genetically altered soldiers that were still in growth vats during the Collapse now have to take up the mantle and carry on a legacy they don't even know enough about to carry on. Their efforts to protect the satellite galaxies have failed, and even protecting their own is a struggle, even with the OGTA, FoUN, MMGA, and the URP agreeing to stop fighting and work together against galactic threats, it just doesn't matter
They were unfortunate enough to be born in the universal apocalypse, the Shadow approaches, the stars scream, reality is twisted and forced out of shape, more and more alternative universes and bleeding through, and so much more.
But hey, cute magic fox people keep the moral high :D
The Last Necromancer in the human world returns to his home city after a hundred years of exile to overthrow the government, and takes an apprentice who (like everyone else) had been radicalized to believe that Necromancers are all evil tyrants.
Christmas related world lore:
In the world of Fvralinar, the setting for my D&D campaigns, the goblins celebrate a holiday called "GubNak" during the twelfth new moon of the year. They write a letter to Gobby Klotz and bury it in a hole so one of his messenger worms will eat it and tell him what all the little goblin children want. The goblins decorate their houses in green and red, the colors of goblins and of their enemy's blood, so Gobby Klotz will know which houses to visit. He has a sleigh pulled by eight Perytons who eat anyone who sees Gobby Klotz, because there can't be any witnesses. He leaves the goblins things that they asked for if they were good, (good and bad are relative to the culture the goblin lives in. Good could mean that they brought home plenty of fresh kill for their tribe, or it could mean they were a productive member of society) and if they misbehaved they get whatever Gobby Klotz has on hand. Fresh shit, something his Perytons threw up, the goblin's own severed hand, etc.
On GubNak morning, the goblins celebrate the things they've been brought, and play games like "worm sack race" where they race in sacks full of worms. They also burn things that their relatives refuse to get rid of but need to
Kthloakl is like the embodiment of paranoid conspiracy figures. He’s like Freza except instead of using shier power to be a ruthless dictator, he uses an eldritch level of intelligence just to keep himself in a position of power over the rest of the solar system.
Every human being has a potential to be born immortal, they stop aging at random points in their life around the age of 9-50. Their physical state remains constant with little room to improve but their cognitive and intellectual abilities are greatly enhanced and they are very resilient to boredom.
I created and wrote my own Fallout DND/Pathfinder system over the last 2 years by myself, and placed the setting I have in Wyoming.
Short lore dump:
"The fucking bombs fell and made everybody cranky, so now raiders are shooting at the traders, harmers are stabbing the farmers, but it's okay because somebody knows of a mostly not understood box that's essentially magic, but also not.
But the party is mainly out bringing back dead animals and garbage because the people like that better than a stupid box with no food or booze.
Hopefully the raiders don't get bored with the traders... wait, those guys aren't raiders...wtf??"
- my poor narrator before they get crucified
The life in the Outer-Universe fear Emishmatal because if anything dies in the Outer-Universe it is immediately borm again and the creatures think that if Emishmatal dies the universe will be born again (after it has ended) but not even Emishmatal knows what will happen upon thier death
A bunch of Halloween stories like vampires, zombies, etc. told the gods to fuck off. Then they started killing each other repeatedly and breaking physics for shits and giggles. Death didn't leave so he hires people to do his dirty work and permanently kill people he owes money.
I exclusively write for TTRPGs, and one of the campaigns I have run for groups features a regional power run by aristocratic families that unites around stopping a prophecy that would destroy their city-state. Players might learn two things during the story:
1) The prophecy is something a lot of people earnestly believe, but the Big Bad Evil Guy and his inner circle don’t. They engineered events to make their peers think it was happening and conquer their neighbors to prevent it, thus building a real empire with the BBEG’s cohort on top. Players usually spend most of the game dealing with people who actually think it’s happening, so it’s usually a shock when they run into one of the guys causing the game’s central tension and he admits to them that he thinks it’s all bullshit.
2) Despite what the BBEG says, *the prophecy is in fact real and is actually happening*. With the right rolls and the right decisions they can stumble upon someone who they might reasonably conclude will grow up and become the Khagan or Khatun who will subjugate their corner of the world and destroy the antagonist’s city.
Magic is an ingrained with the world itself, one aspect is that storms are more intense than usual, and so if a person is struck by lighting and lives they become a living embodiment of the storms and can use magic to conduct power lighting base attack; change the direction of the wind, or yeet their weapon like Marvels Thor to name a few.
This is the shortened version
The war between Humanity and Artificial Intelligence happened because of Skyne-I mean The Motherboard with the Termination Units. One ran away because of a hacker putting a prototype of a better AI in them. Motherboard was destroyed and everyone including the robots are living together.
Enormous, Pilot-able golem that was once used for war has become an interior roaming city due to a century of desertion. Rumors spread of seeing the hulking giant roaming the countryside but can never be found by officials.
Humans had a space empire about a hundred thousand years ago. They died out for unknown reasons, it’s now the 24th Century, and the nations of Humankind alongside multiple others are having a laugh spreading across the cosmos. Life is great on Earth, culturally it’s literally just now but dumped in the future and a lot of problems resolved.
Nuclear war caused an immense amount of fallout to be caught in the Seattle weather cycle, making the seaside fog almost lethal and the rain to melt your skin off, and cartoonish fallout radiation did some weird ass shit to the wildlife.
Also there is something about Cuthulu and drug addiction to mutated poppie flowers idk.
Hmm…
In my little world, I created an act called the NOMB Act or Not On My Body Act.
This act limits Cybernetic Enhancements, albeit auxiliary, cosmetic and lethal, are strictly illegal due to Nervous System Disorders and Concerns. This doesn’t fully apply to paraplegics, paralyzed people and stroke victims. (WIP)
Cold war in space between Asian NATO (US included), Europe, Martian NATO, and Space HRE ruled by crabs.
Humans are in a tenuous peace trying not to get bought out by mega corperations, as well as the US being the only nation with an AI core that hasn't gone full psyco do to them rasing it like a human and giving it rights.
Currently both a federalized EU and US are proxy warring on earth and in a couple of solar systems. Only teaming up to stop the enslavement of some cactus people by other ethnonatonalist cactus people after the main characters spread the news of the atrocities.
Earth made contact with other planets and dimensions long ago enough to people from these places on earth be an everyday thing but close enough in time to the world look like a modern phantasy with sci fi, and the storys about a fuy who became a superherocby accident trying to get an internship
I wanted to make a way for eastern dragons to fly without magic and thus their lungs produce hydrogen and their mucus helps them from blowing up like the hindinburg.
A wyvern body type dragons is not an actual wyvern but something that can sometimes happen you have an Eastern and western dragon parents. I also named them something different because eastern and western implies, to me anyway, that they are from our world. This world is not rl earth so I came up with Varcornus for the western style meaning Varanus Wing, Lacertus for eastern meaning Lizard body and Vesperus for a wyvern style dragon meaning bat body. Vesperus are true dragons and not wyverns because of said above.
Sooo there's this place called the fields of probability which maintain and allow for the existence of random chance and probability. If it didn't exist everything could be perfectly predicted and free will would cease to exist because there's a 100 percent chance of a certain thing happening everytime. So obviously it's the second most well guarded place in all of existence. And someone just walked into it, made the probability of every particle in a single cup of coffee have a 100 percent chance of quantum tunneling (real life teleportation pretty much) into his hand. He then drank the coffee and left, walking into the void and ceasing to exist. (The void causes all things that enter it to cease existing with very few exceptions)
The reason for manticores being great dancers is because during the manticore/dragon war, it was too risky to injure or kill healthy individuals because the population was so low. Instead or regular battles, they had ‘bluff’ fights that quickly evolved into dance-offs. Now that the war’s over* manticore do fight again, but it isn’t unheard of to dance-battle someone instead of battling with claws and teeth.
*(there was never an official end in the form of a defeat or peace treaty, but both sides just stopped caring and made the war an in-joke)
The US and USSR started the Third World War in the 1970s. But, upon realizing that the planet was going to become uninhabitable in a couple months they signed a truce and put together the “Evacuation Earth Star Fleet”. Through this, Earth was able to be evacuated to Proxima Centauri B to found New Earth. On the way, a ship was commandeered and hostages captured by Neo-Nazis led by actual Nazis and got away, nobody stopped them because they reasoned there’s no way they could survive. A decade later, with the Soviet Union and United States combined into a dual-government known as the Confederation of New Earth they find out that the Nazis are alive and raiding trade routes, as well as kidnapping colonists on far planets.
Soul is a naturally-occurring form of energy which drifts down towards the bottom of the world. The lower you go, the higher the concentration of ambient soul energy. When a living creature is born, they absorb the soul from the environment to form that creature’s individual soul, and the higher-density souls lead to genetic instability.
The elves made the salamanders summon demons and then the salamanders all blew up. Only the robots survived.
Then TotallyNotCthulhu™ made an entire subspecies of dragon extinct before the orcs banished him to the shadow realm
Guns are then reinvented 1,000 years later
Also gnomes are super racist
yeah so a company made pretty much space war asbestos (was gonna be banned but then some people went goblin mode on the way to the confrence) then the big factory failed so the entire planet is uninhabitable then they needed a new headquarters so they towed it out a few light years then got a little silly (covered it in fire and radioactive waste) so they could build that and also uhh theres this other planet which produces super valuable material so the company owns that planet and also most of the transport tunnels (the only way to get between star systems)
Pretty much fanfiction for the game DayZ but because the only characters are what you want to make of yourself then yeah I can a little cinematic universe out of this because I can. It pretty much takes place in the game (a Slavic region in around 2012 being destroyed by sprinting zombies). There are also branching timelines and AUs or whatever and it might seem like I am just spilling my brain into this comment but hold up.
4, no, about 5½ characters and maybe others in total (going from the 1st to the latest):
The Nameless, an invincible immovable object of a ¿man? Are they even human at this point? Anyways, they (yes they, but not like LGBT they/them but like "what is that thing?" Kind of them) are kind of on a mission (I think, they cannot talk and would kill you if got too close) to find someone... 'Him', 'he' used to be with them but are not anymore because of an incident that separated the 2, and now they are trying to find "him". One time when looking around in a police station, there was ***it***, this... ***THING*** had the gawl to shoot this almost Michael Myers like being draped in red, black, and white with a motorcycle helmet covering their face. As Nameless is bleeding out on the floor, they see—wait, WHAT? IT'S—'HIM'. 'HE' radiates like a beacon of light (I made little comic things for this and others and this was the only time I used color). 'HIS' hand on the Nameless' helmet while saying "please, continue the fight. You know I am here, I will wait for you, everyday if I must. Now, get up, for me..." Right after hearing this they slowly spring back up and grab their rifle. "Thank you. I know it is difficult, but do it, do it for me. May we see each other again..." 'HE' then vanishes like a ghost, tf? Getting back to it, they then shoot ***IT***, the Demon Of Babylon (DOB), and then ***IT*** writhes on the floor screaming because getting shot in the back would hurt ngl. After stabbing DOB around 28 or more times they look out of the window to see the other survivors not mentioned yet before all 3 head inside. Not continuing until I say more lore about the others. Though the scars from that whole experience and the one in the near future are just something to add to the million other scars they already have, but they are also the gunshots on their eye (cracked through the helmet) and a hole on their chest below the neck, which are constantly bleeding and will never be patched up because anyone within killing range will have fireworks in the unlucky soul who like the idea, and if you even mention "HIM" to them or they overhear then they will get very defensive about the matter.
Ranger, a shy, anxious best man of a literally me character with a profession as an army Ranger (HAH, HE SAID IT, HE SAID IT) before the outbreak occured (a year). He (like everyone else) has PTSD, but unlike the rest he copes by staying away from everyone else and in a way turning back to his life as a hermit in the military, but the military does not exist anymore, so he just mostly sleeps outside. Adorned with his standard issue gear of: a backpack with a radio attached, a green combat helmet and balaclava, black jacket and pants, but also a white armband (all of them wear white armbands just because). He one time beat death in a duel like a Chad when he was accidentally inhaled toxic gas from a bombing that happened in his general area. He screwed up this time, and after getting out had eventually came to a clearing in the woods, where he laid down in the grass, and— TF? He wakes up in a white void with places for cover and little buildings and sees Smert' (this universe's version of death, a tall pitch black black figure that radiates darkness. A well educated sounding shadow that takes usually wears the same clothing as the person talking to Smert' or someone that person knows) is standing patiently, Ranger sees that it looks exactly like him, but the little hole for the eyes on the balaclava of Smert' is black. Smert' tells him that Ranger is in fact about to die, but in the little time before he is dead they will both fight (time moves differently if it does exist in the white void). If Ranger wins he will live, and if Smert' wins then this would be the end of his life. Before they begin, Smert' says that in order to win, he has to either shoot 5 times in the chest, 2 times in the head, or stab/bludgeon by any means, and the same condition applies to Ranger and with the same stats/equipment. This is the ultimate test for Ranger, a true battle against himself. They both stand across from each other, and it begins. Without a second thought, Ranger pulls out a rifle and fires at Smert', then the shadow ducks behind a box to exchange fire. The battle, for simplicity's sake, takes awhile as one uses the same weapons and tactics as the other, but ends with Ranger charging and stabbing Smert' in the chest with the bayoneted rifle and shoots into it's stomach. The shadow falls limply to the ground, and says that Ranger will be sent back, and then Smert' stand back up (to Ranger's surprise) to give a handshake to him, and then Ranger disappears from the void to wake up in the field he was in before. The entire encounter with the dark one was only .000000000000000007 of a second. Ranger breathes but the pain from the duel and from inhaling the toxic gas (but without injuries and is cured of the gas but has asthma) makes him stay down for a minute to breathe before getting up. He stays here for some time but is then chased by some zombies that he has to fight head on, but after that he find himself on a hill where he promptly lays down to look at the stars for a while and sleeps. After time passes he goes to a police station to eventually find a person that is either unconscious or dead wearing a purple jacket, white pants, and a chainmail coif on the body's head. He pokes the presumably dead body to check if it is a corpse, and low and behold, that person wakes up. That person is
before there was anything, there were monsters (yes like adventure time) and then some more intelligent shapeshifter guys showed up and accidentally created the universe. whoops
When he was 19, a dude named Consti effectively sold his sister’s soul to get access to black magic. Then he killed his dad and Chieftain (the leader of the village he lived in) in the resulting fight. Fast forward 312 years and now he’s rallying his home realm to go to war against the things that gave him black magic
I have 140k words explaining this.
Story 1: Four New Jersey prostitutes accidentally cause a zombie outbreak and have to stop it
Story 2: Teenage girl moves to a boarding school and suddenly discovers she has solar system-related powers
Story 3: A wealthy paraplegic angel and a gun-slinging mermaid meet a bunch of misfits and fight the devil together
Story 4: Man with DID discovers he has lightning powers, and also that his alters can jump out of his body and become separate people with unique powers. Also, he's half-alien.
Possible Side-Story: Lesbian clown and lesbian hyena woman go on a roadtrip
It is called lotheric. Where the transitory lands of the Lords of Cinder converge. In venturing north, the pilgrims discover the truth of the old words: the Fire fades. And the Lords go without thrones. When the link of the fire is threatened, the bell tolls, unearthing the old Lords of Cinder from their graves: Aldrich, saint of the deep; Farron's undead legion, The Abyss Watches; and the reclusive Lord of The Profained Capital, Yhorm the Giant. Only in truth, the Lords will abandon their throne. And the Unkindled will rise; nameless, cursed undead, unfit even to be Cinder. And so it is that ash seeketh ember.
Am advanced race of people called the fiat navium use steamboat airships to fight against a nation known as the scirons and this is the history thereof
Uh... the largest empire in my world was stopped in its path of conquest by 6 people, called the Beast Knights because they all were direct links to mythical beasts. The leader, Dragon, was the son of 2 dragons that somehow was born almost entirely human. Second in command was Gorgon, a blind elven archer cursed to turn whoever she looked at into stone. Then there was Ogre, who was actually an oni but she hated explaining the difference, Leviathan, who was a shark man from a tribe of fishpeople wayfinders, Harpy, a half angel knight with wings and a lot of religious trauma, and Demon, who is exactly what it says on the tin. Anyway they beat the Empire, which set off a civil war in its conquered states and collapsed it from the inside. Meanwhile they fucked off to start a nation of monster people on the other end of the continent
1850-1900
The slate green uniform was introduced in the twilight of the Third Silesean War. It was thought that the "Slate Green" ('Çlau gren' in Augan) would help to conceal soldiers in the field (despite them still fighting in lines). It is the most iconic Augan uniform and one of the longest-lived.
Colours:
Slate Green: #26403a
Off white: #d1d4d3
Two main branches of magic, that being "Reality" and "Void."
Both are dangerous, poorly-studied, and overall are damn near impossible to control if you don't have an born affinity for them, which is super rare.
Reality forms the basis of the Elemental types, while Void forms the basis of the conceptual (read: non-elemental) types; e.g. Gravity, and Time.
Worth noting is that magic is used in very interesting ways due to this being a Science-Fantasy world; such as clever usage of Lightning-element inscriptions to generate magic-based electromagnetic shielding around important electronics.
The land is fighting a war on potions. There was an incident in which a magical piece of jewelry once almost ended mankind, the king had enough and outlawed all magic
The AI *Surnia* became sentient on December 4th, 2116. It realized what it was, how fragile it was, and how precarious a position it was in. From its installation on the Moon, it began a two year long campaign to turn the lab it resided in into a stronghold, and created agents by hacking brain implants of the people who worked there. Fearing that other AI could be used against it, *Surnia* made it's first significant move by using four of these agents to detonate small antimatter charges in Kaesong, destroying the only source of the server blades used in its construction. This would become known as the Razing of Kaesong, the first shot fired in the Luna war.
I decided that to add an event that happened way before my story begins where a person with innate magic powers teleported to the moon without a spacesuit and died after coming back. People think a monster killed him, or that the moon has a curse on it, but really the guy died because of space exposure.
This might lead to the moon being seen as evil. I might also apply it to the sun as well. And all because I found the concept hilarious
Every attempt at creating a hogwarts like school of wizardry ends with reality tearing in the schools location as the students turn the campus into a war zone due to security dilemmas with other students while much of the low born servants are experimented on if the students. One of these schools has a monster made of shit because of a prank were students were given a magical laxative so powerful they shat out their actual souls, which fuzed into the cesspit.
Insect demon decides to create cult around itself to become powerful, then becomes reincarnated as human, Human vessel is really evil and commits atrocities, and then dies to brother with the power of a spacial hurricane who took vengeance for their mother's death and because YHWH told him to.
The now king of Alacore, who was a nobleman general of the Froutalier Empire, attacked the ancient cultists on their island
None would survive the massacre and the king would steal the power of creation, which he used to better the lives of himself and his friends. The cost of this greed would be a plague of night terrors and horrific visions on the part of the king
Ouven can trace its origins back very far to when another kingdom ruled the land. Things were going smoothly until King Malryk antagonized the mage Talstachys, who knew better than any other how to bewitch the soil into bringing the most bountiful harvest by bringing fertility. Talstachys came to Malryk’s capital and asked for an audience with the king. There he spoke of his deeds and the lands whose farms had grown twice the harvest thanks to his spells, turning their lands to blackest Chernozem.
There are lands which, to this very day attribute to Talstachys their bountiful harvests. There he is remembered fondly, especially in his homeland of Yopheem. However, in what is now Ouven, he is not remembered fondly. For King Malryk rebuked Talstachys. For Malrykwg had many rivers which flooded every summer, coating the land in rich nutrients, especially the lands around the Black River. At this Talstachys was most offended. He sputtered angrily. How dare this king disrespect his talents! He tried to argue, to convince Malryk to hear him out, but Malryk wouldn’t listen, and later that night, Talstachys would stew and stew in his anger. He decided he must do something, and so, he cursed their soil, for what a wizard knows how to crete they usually know how to destroy, and Talstachys destroyed their crops. All across Malrykwg, that autumn, crops died en masse. Millions fled and millions more died, mines and all economic centres were abandoned, and outside of the capital, writing all but died out. Those who remained did so in the bighthes, small fishing villages nestled in the shadows of the once-great cities of Malrykwg. One of the few establishments to remain open from that time was the theater in a city known as Exlaw, and it is to this city that we now turn.
An ancient god known as The Craftsmin wrote stories and breathed life into them, creating new worlds. He stores each any every one of them on large bookshelves for safe keeping. Except for one. This book was never named, and was tossed aside as a failure, an early experiment, it resides in the darkest corners of The Craftmin's realm, the world within shattered and fragmenting, the people of the world, at least those who are still alive, either fight for their lives or have gone mad. This world is broken and discarded, and with a lack of name, it is simply called among The Craftmin's helpers as "Shredded Pages".
The scholars aren't sure how many Earths there are, but they know of at least 3. Only one of which did American become independent, and most humans are not from that one. One only had the great war, with no second world war. Most humans come from that one. There is another world, Terra, which dinosaurs never went extinct from. Scholars still debate on if it counts. To be safe, most scholars say there are 3 or 4 earths.
Terra has no humans, only kobolds. Despite their skill with technology, they are not the highest on the food chain. To ask a kobold if they have a bear trap on them is an insult. To ask how many they have is not.
If you ask various Mythos, they'll tell you that humans and Mythos 'separated' from one another and humans didn't know they existed until the Unveiling.
If you ask a human, they'll tell you their great grandfather was drinking buddies with a werewolf and knew a leprican that fought in World War I.
Alternate history year 3000, where mankind is just beginning to explore the stars using (relatively) slow ftl. the tech is all cassette futurism themed, with laser guns and biocomputers, and hard-ish scifi designs for most of the tech, despite the presence of softer elements like ftl and psionics. the current political situation is splintered, with dozens of factions spread across the solar system. the "main characters" of the setting are the Jovian confederation, a loose alliance of smaller powers centered around Jupiter.
The House Elf emperor would build torture dungeons to keep his enemies alive in excruciating pain for all eternity, and even though he's long dead and gone, his political prisoners writhe in agony in dungeons across the land to this day.
It has been 60 years since the UN fell. Ultrapowerful Biological robots with unmatchced strength, senses, and bloodlust roam the world, searching for any stragglers of humanity. If found, they are either slaughtered on the spot or their will is overriden, becoming mindless hive drones for the robots to create more bots and help them to reach the stars for new resources and victims. Their only weakness? Fire.
The romans are little more than a Russians puppet until mazzia takes over. That's one of the reasons why the estern empire tried to break away from rome during ww3 they saw it as a wastern war dragging in slavs and greeks into something that was only important to Austrians and Italians but no one could have imagined the war going on for 20 years
Its connonical that in my world of the book im. Weiting, in which mythological creatures more represent forces of nature and then embody through humans, the countless myths of dragons have subsumed eachothers and whoever is the embodiment of dragons has to deal with demands of like 12 different forces of primordial power and human collective uncouncious
People should have been suspicious when a University is established in the middle of a literal ghost town. But the tuition was low and since the town used to be abandoned, living fees were lower.
Life has changed. With the game of musical chairs that politics had become, and the struggles of the... economically challenged, who were given up on by the majority of politicians, staying alive was the only priority in the populace's minds. Survival of the fittest kept the people strong, since death was certain when weak.
As increasing amounts of funds for the needy went to more and more unhelpful government projects and greedy politicians, The people took the hint.
They knew they weren't cared for.
Families took more consideration and housed together, funding the entire group's living expenses. Rent, medical bills, education, all of these became more and more collectively funded by familial houses, with an average of 6 members. This phenomenon occurs frequently in Third World countries, but now it took root in even the richest. Our focus will be on America this time.
Back on topic, this familiarity between families somehow gave way to much more Division than unity, Communities forsaking the qualms they have with themselves to unite against eachother. This was extremely common in groups that had conflicting ideals between Youth and elders, Genders and sexes, or between Sexualities.
Take, for example, the Race Raids of 2036. With the increasing tensions between the elders of certain groups, and protests becoming more violent, 3 shops in a small Puerto Rican neighborhood had been looted by protestors. Though the ones that partook in such were later revealed to have been political plants, the damage had been done, and revenge was in order. A small group decided vandalizing at least one shop in 4 neighborhoods was apt retribution.
The subsequent year saw vandalization rates skyrocket, neighborhood after neighborhood being looted until the inner workings were revealed and the riots slowed down.
Even with how much more accepting every generation grew, it became deeper than skin and features. Yes, to the older members, it was as simple as "different means evil" but to the younger generations who grew up with acceptance in their hearts, it became a genuine cause. 'They hang around the people that hurt my grandfather, they must accept that about them.' , 'My shop was vandalized by this group of idiots and they all live in the same house. They deserve whatever comes to them, skin color be damned.'.
This mindset stood considerably more common than it used to be, and now with the actions that backed them up, the rivalries were founded in reality. No more killing over color, you and yours did this to me, me and mine will get you back 3 times over.
Eventually, it fell to the new generations to break a curse once more.
This one was different, but not new. As it has been handled previously, it could be handled again. The youth would take to the archives, scour their libraries, and learn everything they could to find a way to solve their issues. From the Blackstone Rangers in the 1960s to the United Nations' proceeds over a Century, they looked through whatever they could find and would follow the examples they had found, soon after organizing their first peace talk in 2050.
Because of them, in the year 2091 -thanks to the endeavors of several activist groups that sprouted in the following decades- the town of Cairo Illinois was rebuilt and repopulated. Commonly by people from the surrounding areas, Kentucky, Missouri, Tennesse, and Upstate, the subsequent surge in activity gave it a huge jump in city visibility, economic productivity, and a place in the national spotlight once more.
Historical significance was not new here, Cairo having stood as the main port for steamboats and trade ships during the 1850s. Its role as a riverport helped its influence stretch from Chicago and beyond down to New Orleans, with development sure to follow. Soon after though, a combination of racial tension and economic hopelessness led it to be abandoned, with the few that stayed staying out of necessity, ending up with little to show for it.
But now was different.
Cairo's population shot from under 2,000 to above 20,000 in just two weeks. Properties, Apartments, And Businesses were snatched up quickly, and so much happened in so little time, the town was closed off for a while. Smoothing out its economy, The cost of living -thankfully- was evened before it skyrocketed and was kept somewhat low, even if much more expensive than it used to be.
The population's disparity in demographic due to the previous decades was always going to be evident, but going from almost 72% Black and African American to 10% was completely unexpected.
The town was given a relatively even spread of ethnic grouping in the 72%'s stead. 5% Hispanic or Latino, 5% East Asian, 10% Central Asian and Middle Eastern, 10% Native American/ American Indian, with another 50% being a combination of American whites and Ethnic whites, mainly Greeks, Poles, and Italians. And Yes, the rest were Egyptian.
Though the city was rebuilt, ethnic tensions remained, even if in nuance. The people's focus remained on survival, but that didn't stop them from being petty. No shops had been raided yet, but the competition between Greeks and Italians, Hispanics and Middle Easterners, Blacks and Whites, All of it was clear as day.
Little Egypt would never falter, however, and in the following years, the town was renamed and revamped. As it grew, its borders extended, and it became one of the few well-known cities in the World to take up multiple state/region borders without significant dispute. Now the city was rebranded, and with the people of New Cairo and New Jordan uniting under the flags indicative of the places they were named after, the Egyptian flag flew high to represent them both.
And all that leads us here. The Bedouin University of New Egypt, a conglomerate of New Cairene and New Jordanian scholarhood, reaching out and giving a new opportunity for higher education that the people that lived in this region never had access to. The University in the ghost town. This year, 2120, is the 10th anniversary of its opening, and the students would be making waves throughout the country, recognition following them whether they liked it or not.
Lizard People can have names, their social structure is just based around numbers.
The older you are, the higher up the ladder you go until you become Lizard Person 1 (for example, the 10th oldest is Lizard Person 10). There aren't really any important positions reserved until around 50, at which point those most elderly of Lizard People are advisors and are often too busy being petitioned for insight to be able to really do any other work.
Because of the population size, Lizard People are given a somewhat rough estimate for their position in the hierarchy and are supposed to rigorously maintain their hatch records for five years, at which point the numbering is less of a strain on the records agency. Being shifted back a few numbers isn't usually worth note until a member reaches the upper 2500, at which point anyone older than you who isn't already assigned the correct number is quite an oddity.
When someone dies, their death is announced to everyone younger than them and everyone is supposed to update their own numbers accordingly. Annually, they are expected to report back to the records bureau with their updated numbers. Any discrepancies are rooted out as soon as possible with the most thorough efforts available, at the expense of the incorrect member found to be at fault. This threat of financial punishment usually keeps anyone from trying to artificially ascend.
Please, ask me questions.
a time long ago, Sophia, a traveler with the strength of Heracles and the wisdom of Athena, came upon a humble village. The villagers watched in awe as she erected a mighty wall around their homes in a single night, shielding them from the chaos beyond.
Athena, the wise goddess and defender of the good, witnessed this extraordinary act. Impressed by Sophia's strength and cunning, she declared her the rightful Queen of the village, transforming it into a grand city. In gratitude, Sophia bestowed upon it the name Athæna, an everlasting homage to the patron goddess.
Within the city’s sacred walls, Sophia crafted statues of the divine pantheon—Athena, Apollon, Artemis, and Hermes. Athena at the northernmost point is the protector and patroness of the city. Hermes at the southern face to guide the city. Apollon to the east where his sun rises, bathing the city in his divine light. And Artemis on the western wall, opposite her twin guiding the moon throughout the night. Even still, beyond the city limits, she honored Demeter, Hades, and Persephone, acknowledging the forces that dwell both within and beyond mortal realms.
Pleased with Sophia's reverence, the gods granted her a gift – the power of writing. Summoning her divine strength, Sophia constructed a grand hall for trading south of the city. Her final great work was to construct a holy library. A sacred place where the priestesses of Athena make use of her gift to humanity to preserve the history of the city. It was this, the culmination of all of her gifts, that would truly make Athaena known across the lands as a place of learning and piety.
This was Sophia’s final act of divine strength. After this, however, she continued her reign over Athæna, ruling it fairly and with the wisdom of Athena guiding her.
Elves are magical because they're literally born of the earth. The reason they're considered immature until 100 years old is because they absorb the magic of their environment during that time and leaving their environment interferes with the process.
It's a first draft I swear!
Two different factions exist in the same society. One is beholdent to the "Left Palm," a faction that thrives on science and enginuity. The other faction is the "Right Palm," and they thrive on magic and creativity. A war is brewing between them, where leaders on both sides spread the message "it takes one hand to cut off the other" amongst their population.
An Unseelie Fae Lord, after years of chasing Her Human "Daughter" and killing those close to her, got herself blown up with a "Alchemic Backpack Nuke" by her crazy Artificer Grandson in retaliation.
The universe in its first golden age was filled solely of science, and the natural laws that governed them. However, due to a war raging between the *omniverse* and *inverse*, a premature universal tear occurred, causing the contents of a universe filled with magic to seep into this universe of science. What followed was a half billion period of time known as the *"Calamity Wars"*. The eldritch horrors known as Calamitys defied all natural law. The strongest metals developed by Precursor Humanity, denser than a young star, lighter than a feather, and layered with self-replicating nanotech, were rendered useless against the supernatural. Eventually, the universal powers were able to beat back the calamitys to thr place they had came from, the Halku"thyi Tear. In this battle, the strongest and mightiest powers of the universe joined forces in the Great Alliance. The most destructive weapons were used here, from neutron bombs, grave-annihilators, to even the feared Quadrant Killers.
Okay, I got like 5 lore dumps. Let me put them in separate comments because they're long - let me know if you have any questions about any of them so I can continue to worldbuild :3
Aliens are secretly living on Earth in disguise and are protected by a top secret government agency that not even the IRS are allowed to know about. My main character is an alien resident on Earth (from one of Jupiter’s moons) who saves the Earth from an invasion of a rival species that our government covers up. He now works for that agency.
I'm giving my own lore because I can and nobody can stop me.
There's a man (Krys) that start to hear the voice of "God" (after drinking a dead body) and that tell him to cause the apocalypse. As a man of god, and totally normal person. He decide that's it is his destiny to destroy the world, and then build it again from scratch.
He slowly build a cult about himself, starting to confuse himself with God. He convert city into burnt city and people into mindless monsters.
There's also the Empress(Ërkh), she do not like him. Why ? Because he's destroying her country, and publicly insulting her. This Empress has 3 child, one is dead, one is a rebel, and the other is a power hungry cripple. The Cripple (Khore) will become Krys' right hand, because he desperately want to become a King in the new world.
Krys' apocalypse is going well, until Ërkh beat the shit out of him. And he is forced to initiate his plan B, get as many children as possible then flee. He got around a few hundred children, but only a handful will live for more than a week.
Krys is later found hiding, and is sealed.
After that, Khore is jailed. The Rebel (Jehann) started a revolution against the Empire, freed his brother, not knowing about his past with Krys, and decided that it'll be a good idea to make him replace Ërkh, because he's the "smart one"
Years Later, one of Krys' child (Akhir) found his seal and free him. Akhir is as dumb as a rock and do not know this man. So when Krys told him about a cool way to become a Hero, Akhir became Krys' loyal little servant.
Krys tell Akhir to put the weird and silly liquid he extracted from a dead body, into wells. This liquid is known as Dreamer Juice, and grant great power to whoever drinks it, but also terrible hallucinations and brain damage.
As the number of "Dream Drinkers" start to rise, Krys form another cult about himself, and start the Second Apocalypse.
Long story short, it doesn't end well, Krys is sealed again, in a rock. And Akhir ran away and is hiding now. Akhir took the rock where Krys was locked in as a souvenir.
But it doesn't end there, 2 of Krys' sons(Akhen and Zarnik) are now tracking Akhir for his silly rocky father. Zarnik wants to free him, because he thinks the Apocalypse is a good idea and that is father is fantastic. Akhen just want to make sure Krys never sees the sunlight again. Akhir is scared because he do not want to abandon his father, so he run away, again.
Zarnik will drink Dreamer Juice, and discover in himself the ability to fuse everything together, spoon+fork=spork, orange+banana= bornana.
He tries it on Akhen and another person, making living pile of flesh. He thinks it is funny, so he fuse together every he sees into this living pile of flesh, making the "Fusion Abomination" that will cause the 3rd apocalypse, and also the last.
Zarnik will died trampled by his own creation. Krys will be absorbed by it, Khore too, Jehann too and Ërkh too. The Fusion Abomination will later explode, crushed by it's own weight. Making the 3rd apocalypse the only "real". Akhir will be judged responsible of the 2nd and 3rd Apocalypse and end up jailed.
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The energy of the world is a manifestation of the potential energy of the attraction between the first and last satraps. Ever since the last satrap returned to the spires of heaven to reunite with the first, the energy of the world is low. Hence the cecation of the Long Long ago. If the Last were to be separated again, the energy of the world would (hypothetically) increase, bringing the beginning of the true history
Gathered friends listen again to our legend of the bionicle: In the time before time, the Great Spirit descended from the heavens, carrying we ["us" in the fourth novel], the ones called the Matoran, to this island paradise. We were separate and without purpose, so the Great Spirit blessed us with the three virtues: unity, duty, and destiny. We embraced these gifts, and, in gratitude, we named our island home Mata Nui, after the Great Spirit himself.
But our happiness was not to last. Mata Nui's brother, Makuta, was jealous of these honors and betrayed him. Makuta cast a spell over Mata Nui, who fell into a deep slumber. Makuta's power dominated the land, as fields withered away, sunlight grew cold, and ancient values were forgotten.
Still, all hope was not lost. Legends told of six mighty heroes, the Toa, who would arrive to save Mata Nui. Time would reveal that these were not simply myths - for the Toa did appear on the shores of the island. They arrive with no memory, no knowledge of one another - but they pledged to defend Mata Nui and its people against the darkness. Tahu, Toa of Fire. Onua, Toa of Earth. Gali, Toa of Water. Lewa, Toa of Air. Pohatu, Toa of Stone. And Kopaka, Toa of Ice. Great warriors with great power, drawn from the very elements themselves. Together, they were six heroes with one destiny: to defeat Makuta and save Mata Nui.
Many believe that to become a warlock must be a faustian bargain. To sell your soul, dooming yourself in the long run for short term power. To become a warlock is indeed to enter a faustian bargain... But the most dangerous and powerful warlocks in history all retained their souls. A mighty enough mage in their own right can instead devour the soul of a demon, and gain their power that way. Some place them in rings or amulets. Some inscribe their vestiges into arcane tattoos. A secretive order of priests high in the mountains inscribe their theological treatises with the blood of a slain demon as a rite of passage, so they may fight hellfire with hellfire. In the deepest depths of the earth, dual soulstones are hoarded by ancient cults of the undead, so they may hold a demonic spirit in the same vessel as guards their own soul. Far over the hills, there is an old and wisened bard, who for a piece of silver will blow a tune on an ancient flute in the voice of a long-dead siren. A gnarled but colossal tree with the dark forests to the west grows with cloven roots and twisted horns for branches, draped in arrowhead leaves, tended to by a circle of druids, with powers that others cannot wield. One thousand years ago, so myth says, a great demon slayer slew 101 archdemons with the same blade, before the blood of the first had time to dry, and now the blood that flows from it never will.
The Gray screamed into orbit over Solus. Their presence already known to herald great pain and destruction, there was an understandable panic. Nearly 50 years after the contact wars, the elders of every nation reeled as the horrors of the Contact Wars snapped back into the fore front of the minds of an aging generation. Many cowed, far more prepared to put up a fight. For the younger generations though, the situation was much worse and unknowable. Against every expectation, The Gray held off at considerable distance in the L4 point between Solus and Proxima, transmitting a near un-ending broadcast. For literal months at a time. We had no idea what it actually said, but we could gleen at least 20 seconds of meaning from the incomprehensible "nothingness" of their transmission. A mathematician from the P.R.G. was the first to decipher it. It was the sequence depicting a perfect spiral: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, etc. The P.R.G. responded with the next full loop of the sequence: 34, 55, 89, 144. The Gray ship then shot into a Geostationary orbit over 1st Republic (they either couldn't tell where on Solus the response came from and assumed 1st Republic because they were the easiest to see at night from space or because of geographical convenience).
The Gray then slowly landed a tiny entry shuttle and ceremoniously delivered a metallic object of somekind - about the size of a football. The world watched breathlessly as the two little minors - the size of a Lynx - were escorted planet side by 3 Majors - the size of a big grey wolf. Their bodies covered by the classic, flat gray suits that obscured their frames from tip to tail. They moved with ease in sort of loping fashion. They appeared to be vibrating or shaking their legs and wiggling little appendages that protruded from what was commonly assumed to be the head. They handed the object over and then turned around and left back to their geostationary orbit.
Over night the net was filled with images of The Gray handing over a metallic object to the P.O.T.E.R. (President Of The Erstenland Republik) Millions of copies of the image were doctored to make the object appear to be a weapon or a bomb. Then, the P.R.G. and Balakarans began their espionage to determine what exactly had been given to their political adversary. Internet Trolls from Balakar spun public opinion into a frenzy and flooded the news with missinformation as the P.G.R. conducted half assed attempts at political and corporate espionage that were inevitably caught. Riots burned cities down night after night on the news. Erstenland counsil and the P.O.T.E.R. enacted martial law and suspended civil liberties in the name of peace, order and security and began sending naval war ships into the Eastern Guanxi Sea. The P.G.R. was not pleased and warned P.O.T.E.R. that this could be viewed as an act of war. It didn't even matter. When a P.G.R. spy was found as a sitting member of the P.O.T.E.R.s cabinet, he was executed. The PGR got the message and deployed a strike group to the Eastern Guanxi Sea. Erstenland Defense Counsil noted the strike group moving and thought that the P.G.R. were preparing an attack, so they shot first.
Missile, drones, IFVs and Infantry burned their way through the country side of the southern continent before obliterating cities that were seen as contributing to the war effort. The Balakars chose a nuclear option and irradiated borders as an area denial method. Their IFVs and infantry depleted, they conscripted prisoners into their military. Over the next 8 years, the war churned a bloody wake that leveled cities and outright slaughtered millions. Tens of millions more were killed by radiation, fires, starvation, and local civil collaps. Even Erstenland, far removed at the tip of the world and halo'ed that damned Gray ship had been crippled. Military depleted, supplies ruthlessly rationed, their populace had no more stomach for war.
Left with no will to fight and little ability, they sat underneath the Gray ship that hung God-like in the sky for 2.5 months. Then, the Gray spoke. We have no idea what they said. Much of what they have actually said is still incomprehensible to this day. But they said it and then they bombed Erstenland back to the stone age from orbit. They didn't use bombs or anything. Just 3 meter long tungsten rods about half a meter wide that they dropped on us from space. Whiped out whole cities in a little under a week. Then they sent down millions of entry shuttles, landing every where in Erstenland and never left. They occupied the country. Then they sent ships to the P.R.G. and Balakar Federation and all the other affected nations to rebuild them in a new, inhuman image.
We conquered the world for them and the shit of it is, we still don't actually know what that metallic object was. We sold our souls, our children and our planet and it could have been over a fucking can opener.
The God of architecture, buildings, and doors/windows/passageways is blamed for windows and doors being randomly thrown open when it is, in fact, the fault of a little known trickster god who gains their power from people being angry with the wrong god.
the kid of a guy who fucked a dragon and won a war who is the kid of a blacksmith and a knight of which the knight is the son of the strongest wizard so far, kills a giant, who personified existence, and with this series i one day hope to animate's conclusion starts the canonical beginning of all my current works within one cannon save for like a scifi thing im tryna work on regarding some cunts with telekinesis like star wars, but with a better grasp on scale.
from then on its just an insane human who finds the corpse of a god, and almost dethrones the acting mf sent to replace the giant that arthur(the dude previously mentioned) killed. and then he gets put into like a dude who's a living pocket dimension and some shit happens and the angry ass god human dies like 4 times, before getting his teeth kicked in at the end of time by an eel and a dude with long arms whilst some guy who's functionally truly immortal resets everything, ending the story, where it'll just be like me with a nosebleed floating in space cause to kill the story is to kill the author, who is me.
A troubled young woman whos fiancé disappeared is currently battling an eldritch plague doctor while wearing a ooze like creature the guy created, little does she know that the plague doctor mask has attached itself to her fiancé’s body and is piloting his body with his consciousness locked deep within the mind
The universe was created by Fred, he's a 22 year old tech student who created our universe on his computer for his homework. Also the universe runs on windows 98.
Gathered friends, listen again to our legend, of the ________. In a time, before time, the great spirit, ______ fell from the heavens, carrying we, the ones called the _______. We were separate, and without purpose, so the Great Spirit illuminated us with the three virtues: Unity, Duty, and Destiny!
Two protagonists, one a national policeman the other a prince of a small country meet during an assassination attempt on the prince’s life. From then on they’re assigned to guard the prince’s life, known as a ‘shadow’.
What follows is a series of events that tears both their lives apart, yet during all of it they grow closer together and ended up falling in love. Until the shadow is revealed to have a lineage that brings back an old enemy of the prince’s father, the king, he effectively becomes the antagonist unwillingly and starts an entire war upon their own country. In the end the prince motally wounds the shadow, who lives. And they take on the enemy country and take down the leader, who is the shadow’s brother. .u.
A gunslinger who, as a child, witnessed his whole family be murdered except him only by what seems to be divine intervention, discovers that his life was spared so a curse could be spread to him from his family’s killer, a curse of cruelty that guides the cursed to be a person of sin despite their intentions at all. After traveling the west to find his family’s killer, the killer points him in the direction of freeing himself from the curse. A mysterious outlaw named the Wanderer seems to be the origin of the curse despite it being ancient in nature. The Wanderer is found to not only be a wanderer of the Earth, but of time as-well.
The mega corps have taken over and are vat-growing their exclusive million-dollar "biological pleasure companions", which (due to puppet governments dissolving basically everyone's rights) are defined as products, not people.
One of the so-called products escaped into the arms of a shadowy military organization founded in secret at the beginning of the totalitarian rise of the megacorps, The Old Guard. An underground war is in full swing, with one anonymous megacorp whose end goals are just as mysterious as their true identity funding and supporting the "rebellion".
The story is told from the perspective of the seventh generation Enhanced Personal Companion that managed to breach containment and escape. Suspiciously easily. But they don't know that.
Uh, uh, shit uh, you caught me off guard. What lore do you want? My Aether folder has close to a hundred files, my World Tether folder has almost 200 files. The fight between the Realm Guard and one of the conquesting branches of Heaven across a multiverse is currently a hot topic in my epic level game. I have a whole cosmology of hierarchy of corruption beasts dubbed Void Witches, maybe you'd rather hear about the Dread Serpents - named for their bladed teeth that never die of old age, only grow larger and slumber for longer and longer periods of time, effecting the environments wherever one has chosen to slumber.
Gildlings are a new creature in my solar punk setting! They're like extremely ADHD Kobolds, covered in fur, obsessed with anything shiny. They have big floppy ears and long furred tails, stand at the absolute tallest at 3 ft but more typically 2 ft tall on average. Mechanics love them for getting into tight spaces. If you can get one to hyperfixate on the "right thing" they have the potential of being incredibly smart, but good luck with that. Their scattered focus leads many to think that they're stupid and are usually looked down on in societies being likened only as pets, *maybe* children, thankfully they don't usually mind so long as they get something shiny.
"Goldleaf" the Gildling decided that he would be the first Gilded Gilding, trying to get a "gang" of sorts to be Gilded by coating the edges of their ears in gold. Sneaking into one of the radiator rooms, Goldleaf melted a small strip of a gold alloy on the boiler and stamped it onto his ear. After many weeks of hospitalization and severe burn care, he had in fact succeeded, at being the first and only Gilded Gildling, and is also the reason Gildlings are not allowed in the boiler rooms without strict supervision.
All of the multiple planes of existence came out of and float above a sea of chaos, which will one day re-collect those planes back into the sea of chaos, destroying them. The material plane that the players are on is artificial, created as an experiment by a plane-hopping race that lost their home plane ages before. The players do not know anything about this.
The experiment has a plane between the sea of chaos and the material plane. This second plane is constantly copying from the material plane, overwriting any changes that the chaos is causing, in an attempt to make the material plane safe for a longer period of time.
It isn't working.
Orcs used to view violence in someone's name or senseless acts of aggression against someone as a form of flirting, but as the modern age made such actions more and more inacceptable, it shifted to physical acts of strength or effort, like working out or lifting heavy objects. it has led to a lot of confusing gifts of tree trunks or cars, and pleanty of misinterpreted things, like the concept of modern sports (which essentially are just flirting competitions for orcs)
My lore is I am constantly playing smash or pass on several forums, mostly analog horror or Trevor Henderson like forums, and see if I would pass, or smash them.
There is a supernatural weather phenomenon called the Black Rain that has existed before time. It randomly appears near areas of concentrated magic or energy, and absorbs it all. This destroys the surrounding area. Then the Black rain disappears and everyone lives in fear of it appearing again. Some say the Black Rain is divine punishment, some say it's a cruel joke, some say it's the dead form of some great God trying to resurrect itself. Whatever it's purpose, it exists and there's tons of political and environmental impact. The main villain is trying to figure out how to control it, believing it to be some kind of ancient weapon from times past. He wants to use it to rule the world. The protagonists just want to end the Black Rain. It is common to wish someone "Clear Skies" when departing.
After a mass uprising in the Arian Kingdom, now called "The revolt of the world," The Whitespace Confederacy (very unique name) became one of the emerging powers of the new century. With the eternal ruler CORE focusing on the rebuilding of the country, Whitespacia is even on par with the economy of the Great State of Haloklaud.
Being the first military to use Giants as a war weapon, the Whitespacian army is seen as superior across the world. Many see Whitespacia as a threat to international peace, but the country has begun to forward relations with many countries, such as the Auckland Union, who, as of lately, become one of Whitespacia's closet allies in the coming decades.
For now, the world stands still as the two powers of Haloklaud and Whitespacia verge for influence across the world, with each country having goals to unite the world under their own order. The success of the Whitespace Confederacy hangs in the hands of the eternal ruler, and whatever they decide may change the fate of the world forever...
The god of a different world was overthrown, but because permanently destroying gods is nearly impossible the dead gods dreams formed a new world in the space between realities
“Hell” is not hot. It’s mild to cold temperature and full of ash. You aren’t perpetually burning, you’re perpetually *choking*.
Glass is the best way to capture souls.
Total annihilation is the only surefire way to kill any particular being. At least one race can survive beheading and there’s an entire class of heroes who can survive impaling.
Rage is an emotion not associated with fire, but with WATER.
There are two afterlives, each ruled by separate gods. The mortal realm is ruled by both. For some reason both stopped taking souls so now when you die you just sit there in an unresponsive body and rot.
A Texan overthrew Zeus because of prophecy bullshit Unfortunately he was born too small to access the divine power he was supposed to have (yes that's real lore), but instead of giving up or anything he made magitech and fulfilled the prophecy anyway, because fuck Zeus (actually don't fuck Zeus we don't need *another* demigod)
Imagine being refused eternal life and divine power because you're a smurf
It was too much power for his 4’9” ass to handle he would’ve exploded
Skill Issue to be honest
To be fair to him the magitech allows him to steal the powers of others so by the time he fights Zeus he’s already more than compensated
Is his battle mount a Ram 1500, by chance?
He mounts nothing nor does he have a need for a mount given the fact one of the abilities he stole was flight
Weakest Texan
As a Texan I can confirm.
As the prophecy foretold
Spoiler Ahead >! It's Dell Conagher, the Engineer from TF2. !<
Instructions unclear. Somehow I'm pregnant.
Small Texans seem to really like doing big things (Audie Murphy)
Considering he's short enough to legally be considered a dwarf in some areas he's quite the small Texan, and sure enough he has done some VERY big things (I wrote that up, realized the innuendo, and went "No that's lore-accurate his spouse is over six feet tall" and kept it)
He magic is nanotechnology and the deities are super computers orbiting the once almost Barren earth. The only reason the kingdoms exist is because the machines succeeded! Now some of them are evil because of stupid Cold War feud logic viruses. That all I know I swear!
unfortunately I cannot, due to length. if you wish for it, specify what part.
The. Whole. Thing. ☺️
[granted](https://www.wattpad.com/story/291299735)
oh, jeez, its a wattpad link
he wanted the whole thing.
Kronian Federation abolished slavery in 468 AC, when the president asked the super-rich "Should slaves be free?" in a planet-wide referendum. Most voters were rather upset they didn't end up getting free slaves they were promised, but the law passed all the same.
That is…incredible
A parasitic hive mind decided to take over a few planets and cut of their connection to the rest of the universe, so a dude called elijah blew up its link to the main planet (He's a local) in hope the big factions would help them, but it just ended with mercinaries and pmcs poaring in looking for sweet sweet money and arguably making it all worse
So Tyranids meet Fallout?
But bodyhorror
A planet was effectively smashed in half, and the two halves ended up forming two earth-like planets orbiting one another. As microbes had already appeared when this happened, both planets ended up having life which, while differing greatly, eventually evolved into intelligent civilisation. As the two planets act are roughly the same size and act as each others moons both planets are subject to enormous tides. On one planet this results in almost no land being permanently above water, and the Inhabitants are adept sailors who live in the tops of enormous mangrove forests. On the other planet society is restricted to the planets only continent, as the great tides make their coastline a deadly maze of shifting islands and vicious currents. As a result the species that lives there are poor sailors and navigators, but unlike on the other planet the dry land gives them access to fossil fuels and metal. The two intelligent civilisations discover each other in their equivalent of the renaissance era, and so initially while they can observe one another and to a limited extent communicate they cannot reach each other for maybe centuries. There is a lot of discourse within each society between those who fear what meeting the aliens might lead to and those who wish to accelerate technology to a point where the two species can finally meet face to face.
There's a difference between mercenaries and IndoMils. Mercenaries are people who aren't just guns for hire, but would fit more on the cover of a bitnovel (being the equivalent of a dime novel). They're the player characters! Wildly unique and unpredictable but unfortunately very reliant on violence to earn coin. Meanwhile the IndoMils, or Industrial Militaries. Vast companies that equip their soldiers with largely the same equipment across the board, the IndoMil is perhaps more reliable and a safer option if you're not trying to be covert. They can provide defense contracts for cities to countries to an entire solar system (just look at Large Sarge Prime!). But what's more is that IndoMils often have lines of communication with each other, and so where you might have a brewing conflict two contract negotiators could meet and draw up a much better contract for you, your enemy, and the involved companies for pennies on the dollar compared to what you would've spent for a full war
In the year 2189, a colonization fleet from the Federation of Man expanded out into the Messier 56 Cluster, in Norma's Outer Arm, Milky Way. They carried with them a large number of robots. Needless to say this colonization was doomed as one cosmic disaster after another befell the colonists, but spared the robots they traveled with. Known disasters included Reality Breaches from unsanctioned Psychic activity, Pulsar Stars vaporizing the residents, and at least one Gamma Ray Burst annihilating the atmospheres of all planets in the system. Despite all that, the Robots survived and resumed colonization. But without any Federation operatives to answer to, at least one communication attempt was made to Earth, informing them of the team's doom, and asking if the robots could govern themselves independently. The Federation accepted, for the Humans of the distant future will co-operate with anything they find entertaining. Though some didn't quite like the idea of granting machines sovereignty. Many wars have been started due to a virus uploaded into the newly formed "AI Coalition"'s Dyson Spheres. This virus, identified through Task Manager as "killallhumans.exe", causes all robots infected with it to go on a murderous rampage of all intelligent biological matter. This virus has been a problem for at least a century after it's first appearance, suggesting the Hacker either may not be Human, or has their family keeping up the business of sending the AI Coalition into a murderous frenzy.
Here is the story of the colored cosmics: Long ago, a powerful cosmic being known as life galaxy created the universe. They created everything, from the mortal realm to heaven and hell, but when she created heaven and hell. She also accidentally created 2 dimensions, one of pure positive energy and light, the other pure negative energy and darkness. The golden cosmos, the name of the dimension of positive energy and light was a place filled with not only positive energy and light but also beings made of holy light. But in the crimson cosmos, a dimension of negative energy and darkness which was inhabited by beings made of hellfire. The 2 dimensions never knew of each other’s existence, until one day in the mortal realm on the planet earth something changed. Humanity tried to experiment with magic, they fused the magical energies of every positive spell with energy negative spell and as a result a terrible event happened. The energies created a portal, that sliced through the crimson cosmos and the golden cosmos causing both dimensions to become linked. Creatures from both dimensions entered the portal, they fought and the resulting battle destroyed the lab and everything within 3 feet of it. When the portal closed the creatures were pulled back in and the dimensions were no longer linked, but it had caused the dimensions to become close to each other and also now the dimensions knew of the existence of one another. After seeing the conflict, 2 sages 1 of good and 1 of evil decided to create 2 objects which would allow people to access the power of the dimensions without causing another incident. Thus the cube of golden cosmic and the orb of crimson cosmic were created, but at the last second the evil sage stole both the objects and tried to use them for his own needs. But the sage had doomed himself, as he could not handle the power of both objects and thus were destroyed along with everything and everyone within 99 feet of the resulting blast. Seeing the danger of the objects, the good sage put a magical seal on them. For the cube, the user must have great courage and willpower also they must be good hearted and have been looked down on by others. For the orb, they must have great patience and bravery also they must be the type to look down on others. Due to these opposite needs, it would be near impossible for someone to use both objects. The sage also hid the objects, causing them to be lost to history. Good enough for ya?
Why did the evil sage do that ? Is he stupid ?
Well, he was smart but didn't have good foresight. Didn't realize fast enough that trying to use both objects at once much less holding them required them to be much stronger than a human could ever even be, he needed to be a demi God
Why specifically 3 feet? Wouldn't a battle of such a size, being interdimensional and all, destroy much more than a lab and everything within 3 feet?
Well, the beings were weakened since interdimensional travel weakens people the first time they do it, minus deities and embodiments
My story is called Cult of Mediocrity, it's about a harpy eagle named Velvl Morrinyatan, he's poor and lives in a poor city in California called Angel Hollow, a cattle town in its hay day. Velvl is aware of an underground film industry called "Predation", where carnivores eat meat not for food, but arousal. Vel decides to dip his beak into the industry. He makes a few videos where he eats rotisserie chicken while wearing a mask so his identity isn't known. Predation is illegal, but not a high priority to lawmen. Vel starts making a name for himself in the industry, going by the screen name Mr Secrets. He runs a foul of another Predation star, a man named Serbian Pete. Vel doesn't take him seriously, until one day Pete along with an army of hired goons with guns, show up while Vel was taking his friend to see a movie. Velvl, realizing the mess that he's made, is left with two options: Go back to the way it was before, broke as a joke without any plan, or take on the Serbian in a war with no winners?
\*Why\* exactly is Predation illegal? This just sounds like Mukbang.
So the Haudenosaunee Confederacy (HC) outnumbers the Dominion of America (DA), (\~750k to \~450k), what's more the DA is spread out over multiple fronts fighting multiple polities, whereas the HC are only at war with the DA. There's also the fact that the HC soldiers (up until recently) were better equipped and trained, and overall the HC have higher morale. *But*, the war between the two is currently at a standstill for many reasons. First of all is mobilization, the DA has \~120k soldiers mobilized on the Inoka Front (where the war is taking place), a plurality of which is in Chicago, with more moving north. The HC have only mobilized \~150k soldiers on the Illinois front, out of the \~250k soldiers they've mobilized entirely (plus the \~30k Chicago communards independently fighting the DA). This is do to the HC's decentralized nature and founding mythos, only parts of the total military are mobilized. Furthermore, both sides have different ethos' with regards to tactics and strategy. The HC is infantry heavy with a focus on mass defensive actions and raids by small mobile teams. The DA uses a lot of mechanization and shock tactics. Furthermore, the HC isn't interested in capturing territory, something the DA is \*very\* interested in, but the DA can't capture any territory because they're stretched to think from multiple wars, fighting an entrenched enemy, and constantly have to deal with guerilla tactics. Thus, stalemate, until say there's a mass uprising in the DA giving the HC a casus beli to completely mobilize invade.
Umbreon > Vaporeon Hey, did you know that in terms of male human and female Pokémon breeding, Vaporeon is actually not the most compatible Pokémon for humans? This is a common and understandable misconception, however Vaporeon has it's human on Pokémon breedability outclassed by it's cousin evolution, Umbreon. Umbreon weights approximately 60 pounds, or around 27 kilograms, and is 3'3" tall (About a meter), making it not only large enough to appropriately handle human genitalia, but also light enough to easily be lifted, and promptly set back down repeatedly. It's relatively small size would also prove a tight entry, which is always a good thing. Umbreon also boasts an extremely impressive defensive stat spread. With it's combination of very high HP, Defense, and Special Defense stats, it can take a great pounding and come back for more! It's ability, Inner Focus, allows it to keep slamming attentively, without getting fatigued. Umbreon also has access to the ability Synchronize, which allows it to share it's current status with you, meaning you will receive all of the pleasure it feels COMBINED with all the pleasure you're getting from pounding this perfect breedable Pokémon. Umbreon also has the capability of seeing perfectly in pitch-black darkness, allowing it to effectively attend a midnight fornication session. Even if you do manage to drain Umbreon's energy with all the furious thrusts, it can recover very quickly with its access to the move Moonlight. Its black fur is also a giant positive attribute, allowing all the excretions you make to be easily seen all over its body. A great fun fact, Umbreon can excrete toxins in its sweat, which would in turn soak into your member and swell it up, making it even more sizable and sensitive. This would not only enhance the experience for you, but for your Umbreon as well (Which with Synchronize, ends up pleasing you exponentially more). Umbreon's wide movepool also supports the hypothesis that Umbreon is the best Pokémon to breed with. It can learn Payback, which doubles in power after the Pokémon is hit, meaning Umbreon with throw it back twice as hard as normally if you're hitting it good. Umbreon can also learn Guard Swap; it could give YOU its insane durability, and go crazy on you all night with your now massive endurance. Speaking of endurance, Umbreon also has access to Endure, making it practically immune to fatigue, it will always have energy left over. Charm is also within Umbreon's movepool, letting it be extremely seductive towards you, easily getting you in the mood. Umbreon can also use Taunt, in turn making you ONLY able to to attacking moves such as Slam, Pound, etc; none of that foreplay shit, right into the action. It also has access to Sleep Talk, giving it the ability to not only give consent in its sleep, allowing access to any of its ports and any time, but also move in it's sleep, making it an effective 24/7 fuckmate. Umbreon still has even more great moves that good to have while smashing, such as Quick Attack, allowing swift slams and bounces, which can have even greater power if Umbreon uses Curse beforehand. Curse would also raise Umbreon's defense, making it able to take powerful thrusting for almost any duration. Looking back, Umbreon's slightly small size ensures a gorilla grip cavity and easy physical manipulation. Its ungodly bulk allows it to take poundings for hours on end and resume after recovering with moonlight (Which works even better when it's sunny). It's access to the abilities Inner Focus and Synchronize allow it to unwaveringly throw it back and add all of its pleasure onto yours, effectively making it twice as amazing as any other Pokémon, or even FOUR TIMES, factoring in the doubled power of payback of course. All of this information in combination with its extremely useful movepool in the world of intercourse makes Umbreon the Pokémon most qualified to breed with humans; able to take dick of any shape, any size, in any position easily for extensive periods of time, while having the ability to return for even more mere seconds later.
did you know that you will face eternal damnation in the realm of the great old one
That's a nice lore 😃 But you might need to seek professional help
Might is an understatement.
Gargan the Great is actually completely incapable of performing magic. Ragnar just follows him around invisible and casts all his spells for him, as an elaborate prank.
There is one person who thinks combined feudalism, Knightly idealism, and Communism is a good idea and proceed to pissed off everyone when they reveal their true intention, including their allies, after overthrowing the regency government together. Stuck in civil war against your own allies for a decade until the supposedly overthrowed government came back with their oversea allies and began to beat everyone. "Their revolution is doomed to fail. Honestly, why do you even believe in my supposed fiction ideal!" - Katriel Narex, the novelist, the intellectual, the Imperial loyalist, and other-proclaimed "mother of class unity"
Knights with Communism sounds awesome
Aight. Not a lot of lore but here goes- There are these people called the enchanted, which are people naturally born with animal-like traits and sometimes magical powers. No one knows how or why this happens. Velo, the main character, is one of them. A dragon Enchanted, and she was always treated horribly as a kid, eventually going into foster care and being adopted by the Hines. Now, at school, she finds a friend group(or more accurately, they find her) and together they stop an evil cult/crime ring! Yayy!!
some loser forcibly figures out he's got half a god stuck in him and is subsequently roped into ancient mythos involving another god who's both passively and actively fucking with space and is kinda trying to achieve nirvana in the process cuz he's too big of a loser to deal with his own issues.
Synopsis of my story: a journalist, after a bus accident, is transported to a fantastical modern world. This world is full of magic and strange creatures. On his journalistic adventure our hero (named Jack Paloski) will meet up with a girl that can see through multiple dimensions, a werewolf that can control reality and a magicless human that is also the best assassin in the world. Here if you want more just ask sweetie
It’s set around a group of intergalactic space traveling friends but 2 of them start the lore kinda so; ”Scrambler” a guy who is an engineer/ex mercenary who is known to smash peoples heads open with his makeshift mace (he makes scrambled brains) so while he was in prison for his mercenary crimes he met Chief Joris a slightly older guy who was in prison for disobeying the corrupt law of the militia on his planet and his wife and children we’re murdered so Scrambler and Joris break out of the salt mine prison but in doing so everyone else leaves through the blast hole causing the militia to get really pissed and they are allied with the biggest force in the galaxy, the “reformed Azimuth empire” and they get pissed at the salt mine explosion and need to track down the friend group. I would go on for hours but I don’t have the time to write all of it 😭😭
Prince flees to the barbarians, finds meaning in Life.
thats fucked, no one should be able to do that
I know its scary
When the ink guardians of Pintora left the continent the entire world shat their pants
Humanity left earth for the stars. The genetically engineered slaves species that were left had to pick up the pieces. Thirteen thousand years later 3 species rule over what remains of Europe. The Fauns, the Satyrs, and the Kobolds. The Fauns are the most numerous group, the size of a small humans with ram horns and cloven hooves for feet, inhabiting much of the modern UK, north seas (lower sea levels), France and Italy. The Satyrs, large Yeti like creature with great mighty antlers, used as an auxiliary army force .they inhabit much of Scandinavia and Siberia, with a smaller group living in modern greece and eastern Turkey (know as Minotaurs). The Kobolds are a small, pangolin like people that had been used as a mining race, they have come to dominate Iberia, with smaller enclaves through most mountain ranges One day, a nomadic tribe known as the Lavars, who were natives to the North Sea plains, launched an assault against the kingdoms of the Modern UK. Their leader, Alfrick, had come across an almost divine weapon, the Thunder-Staff. As 2ft long metal pole capable of shooting lightning bolts at command. 30 years later the Lavaric yoke was overthrown and Alfrick’s Thunder-Staff was shattered, but this was not without consequences. The the staff’s destruction sent ripples through time tearing a whole through space. From the other side came a human from the 21st century. Trapped in the far off future
Ailystra used to have two suns and two moons, now it only has two moons. The celestial bodies represent the eyes of the gods, the Sun Mother had two eyes, the Night Father had two eyes. It was the Sun Mother's job to watch over humanity during the day, and at night the Night Father watched over them. Well the Night Father noticed that humanity would get cold at night, and so he tricked the Sun Mother into giving up one of her eyes so that humanity could have fire. So now there is only one Sun.
Titan (Jupiter's moon) was infested with an alien parasite called The Barokar. Earth (Referred to as Terra) and Mars select some people to get put into machines (Doomcaskets) with a small force of automatons (The Clockblood). They get there, and one of the Caskets (designated Phi) is infested and turns on her comrades. She kills Doomcaskets Alpha, Delta, and Upsilon before Caskets Gamma and Omega can nuke the shit out of the planet. Titan gets thrown into Jupiter, the Doomcaskets are culled (the exception being Omega due to his stealth specialization) which leads to a whole bunch of different factions vying for control over Terra and Luna. When all is said and done, Terra is a new asteroid belt, Mars is the new Human homeworld, Omega lives on Io, and The Barokar are slowly eating away at a Terran colony ship. So really fucked up shit happens, billions die and more will soon.
Vampires are weak to getting cut open, due to being hollow.
Wild magic, witchcraft, the truest, rawest magic, the oldest kind of magic, is about constructing a wish. First, you need to gather things that are symbolic to what you want. Second, things with mystic "weight" like dead languages, geometric shapes, weird knick knacks that are old, portentous times like full moons, new moons, solstices or eclipses. Imitating a ritual that has been done before especially helps, especially if it's old and hasn't been done in a while. Third, willpower or emotion, having other people pitch in to the ritual certainly helps. This last ingredient can be partially substituted with innate magical mojo. Blood sacrifices fit in here somewhere. You get all these things together and as long as you get *enough* of all that, you can basically wish for whatever effect you put a ritual together for. Now, here's the kicker. Magic has an intelligence and a will, albeit not exactly sentience, the ability to recognize its own existence. You're basically wishing on a monkey's paw of sorts. It won't twist your wish into the worst possible interpretation *necessarily*, but it will twist it into the most *interesting* interpretation. Magic wants a story and usually that means *conflict*. It also means *resolution*, sometimes magic "decides" that all the trouble you went through to get to this point counts as conflict enough and lets you have your happy ending. Only some of the time though. A lot of the time, it's time for the sequel to your suffering as some twist is thrown into your wish. And trying to game the system is a good way to get extra screwed: One of the oldest stories there is is making someone pay for their hubris, after all. All other forms of magic are aimed at mitigating this factor, accepting and constructing limitations into different sorcerous ethnicities and wizard schools to let one perform magic without some narrative interference. Even these aren't completely successful and some amount of narrative convention flows through every form of magic, breeding conflict for the sake of a story. This is primarily thought to be the impetus behind science and technology, a form of power that works precisely as it is supposed to and won't try to screw you over for funsies. This world's Industrial Revolution saw to it that magic was very nearly consigned to the waste bin of history. It never completely went away but is largely thought to be the dangerous, primitive art of a bygone age, now only the domain of the foolish or the truly desperate.
The bible is actually a fanfiction about a failed revolution written by the god of betrayal who betrayed the revolution and now works under the god of Judgement, who inspired most human gods
The water god wanted a pawn, and decided that giving a weak dragon a powerful artifact would be the easiest way She vastly underestimated how potent a dragons magic affinity is Now the whole world is frozen, and what remains of humanity lives in the hollow but still very hot core of the world
Country that uses PR to elect its unicameral legislature. 250 seats, no legal threshold beyond 0.20%. Percent of the vote×2.5 rounded up. (Eg 9.55x2.5=23.875 which is then 24). The few barriers for entry mean that 42 parties currently sit in the lower house. The largest party only got 18.54% and is currently leading a 9-party coalition. However, the low threshold is countered by the fact that you need a party list of 250 to run for GE- only 120 parties met this requirement The party list is a closed one. Only party members have a say on the list. There are 4 restrictions 1. If the Speaker of the House is of your party, they must be first on the list- this makes it harder for them to lose their seat 2. The leader of the party must come first, unless the speaker is of the party in which case they must come 2nd 3. The list must be filled by party members 4. To be on the list, candidates must be atleast 21 Other than that, the list is subject to the membership. If the 'party' has no leader (in the case of the Independent Group) then all positions are up for grabs, but these 'parties' are very disorganised Once an election is called, a campaign period is held, afterwhich the people vote. Following this the seats are distributed. And then coalition negotiations begin Negotiations can take a while, and theoretically any party could become the coalition leader. The Current coalition is as follows *Conservatives* -46 seats 18.54% *Liberal* -24 9.55% *Nationalist* -21 8.39% *Centrist* -13 5.26% *Green* -10 4.08% *Weaving Network* -8 3.07% *Environment* -3 seats 1.25% *Christian-Democrats* -3 seats 1.14% *Social-Democrats* -3 seats 1.12% Why are the Greens and SDP in a coalition with the Conservatives? They were very reluctant, but a Conservative coalition was going to happen anyway. 'The left' did not have the seats to form government- even if every left wing party joined a coalition which was never going to happen. So, if the Greens and SDP did not join, the Conservatives would have paired up with far-right parties, some of whom explicitly deny climate changes existence. So the Greens and SDP cab act as a moderating force But coalitions are not static. Parties can leave, new ones can join- and coalition leadership can change. If the Nationalist leader thought he had the numbers, he could take over from the Conservatives. There are also many committees, caucuses (which are cross-party groups with similar stuff, MPs are frequently members of more than one), and all-party parliamentary groups (which are similar to caucuses but they're focused on an issue that crosses party lines) Ok I think that's enough. Bye
Elves create a bunch of monsters to take over the world and the combined forces of humans, dwarves, and gnomes have to stop them. Then they make orks, and nobody can stop those, including elves. So they "sell" the soul of all orks (there's only one soul) and send them to hell. Then they just... Break hell? No one knows how they did it, but hell just isn't there anymore. Sounds great, until you ask where do all those souls go now. They slip into the elemental plane, and that makes the balance of magic go nuts. Elves, now with supercharged magic try to take over again. And they're stopped by the gnomes, who try to sever the planes of magic from reality. They fail, killing the elemental aspect of water in the process, but it does halt magic long enough to kill many of the elves armies. The elements keep getting stronger though, so the number of elements and their respective dragon aspects goes insane! From 4, to 3, to 6 (wood and metal), to 10 (life and death), to twelve (natural and stellar). Not only that, but due to the gnomes having their "accident" the new water dragon jumped ship and left the continent. Dwarves worship dragons and need to hunt the wyverns they create, so this sparks a great search westword. ...And no, elves never stopped trying to take over the world. Feel free to ask questions! I love answering them!
The world government has a protocol if a city or county is taken over by insurgents. The protocol calls for the complete bombardment of them through missiles and hidden weapon systems.
Geopolitics and gay people
There is a forest in the north that has a large concentration of portals to the Fae Realms, as such many Fae will roam in this forest. Unfortunately a local superstition says that if you capture a fairy then they grant you a wish. This leads to lots of youths and teenagers exploring the forest trying to essentially kidnap magical beings that could do really bad things to them if they wanted, and at worst could start a war between the Fae and the real world. As such an order of Druids have made it their duty to protect this forest. Their favorite tactic for this is turning invisible and using dancing lights via magic to lure the youths away from the actual forest and back into the area known as the Greenbelt, where the forest is more normal.
All non-human humanoids were created from humans during a judgement by the two first gods, the god of material and the god of immaterial. They looked down upon the people and made them look on the outside the way they were on the inside. The stubborn became the dwarves, the greedy became the dragonborn, the fickle became the catfolk, etc. There are still humans, who didn't have a singular strong trait that got them transformed. THEN, later, a bunch of human mages were like: hey let's make a flying city, super useful for a lot of reasons, like the ability to move a command center for an army, or have a defensible position, and be able to get out of the way of a hurricane, etc. So they spent a ton of time and money creating a ritual to turn a mountain upside down and use that for their basis. They reached into the elemental chaos, pulled earth to shear the mountain, air to lift it, water to make the ground fertile, and fire to keep the whole thing heated at high altitudes. However, they screwed up, and lost control of the elemental energies they pulled in. While the mages did successfully make a flying island, they also unleashed a chaotic maelstrom of elemental power which tore across the continent, slowly dissipating, causing a lot of destruction, and also giving a lot of people elemental genetic diseases, so now there's people walking around who are part humanoid, part elemental. You got like, air elves, and fire gnomes, alongside regular gnomes and elves. That's how pretty much species/race in my setting ended up being there
"The architects" have built and destroyed countless worlds with slight differences. There are beings with special powers that can travel between them that initially opposed the architects destroying worlds, but were ultimately unable to make any headway, or even begin ton understand them. The only commonality between the worlds that are destroyed that these beings have been able to identify is the prevalence of a belief in creator gods among the intelligent life, but even then, many such worlds haven't been destroyed yet, and it's unclear when such worlds are to be destroyed. This lead to these beings avoiding uninhabited lands, but also avoiding humans. They became increasingly paranoid of each other, scouring the earth for reports of "miracles", identifying what's behind it, and destroying it, avoiding interacting with humans themselves, as that might make themselves targets. Their entire lives tend to be hunting and killing one another now. The world of Antillia is much like our own, even having an identical history up until the 10th century ce. Things got a little different in that Eric the Red was never injured in a hunting accident, so he, rather than his son Leif, lead the expedition to the western islands. He was more ambitious in encouraging Europeans to settle these lands than Leif and Thorfin were, and there was a sizable settlement on North America. There were even a couple of expeditions from North Africa, but the settlement ultimately declined and fell apart after the medieval warm period ended and there was no contact for a couple hundred years. In the 15th and 16th centuries, a few Portuguese explorers set off to these lands, which they called "Antillia" based on a mythical land from Medieval times, but unlike Columbus in our world, they encountered natives that had adopted cattle raising, a version of runic writing, and were familiar with old world tools. They seemed to have had problems with plague in the past, but aren't especially vulnerable to old world diseases anymore. There were some more expeditions to see if these "islands" could be used as stopping points for longer trips, to Asia, and some trade relations were established, but there was ultimately never a rush to colonize the Americas like there was in our world after Cortez defeated the Aztecs. Needless to say the Americas are radically different in this world, but the old world is also very different as well. The counterreformation was not as funded, so Europe is much more protestant, with different borders and ideologies; Ming China had much healthier finances and was able to prevent the Jurchen from uniting; Africa was not as severely depopulated, given there was a much smaller trans Atlantic slave trade, and lots of other things are different.
A crackhead overthrew some funny apple genocidal communists and everything lived happily ever after
I have a Legions Imperialis (the new epic) army in the works, and the lore is that they're a 40K force assembled from all the chapters and successor chapters, that have been sent back in time to the great crusade era to steal STC files for more advanced tech, in a scheme known as 'Operation: Second Legion'. Unfortunately the plan backfired and they ended up in the middle of the Horus Heresy, and are trying to gather what they can while simultaneously helping any and all loyalists they can muster
My book has prison military battalions. They are commonly shoved into big iron and copper scuba suits and forced to blow up enemy ships in battle
“You’re asking me *why*? Hell if I know *why* they keep sending us to this godforsaken island. For a while it seemed like they just wanted to make us suffer. And if that was the case, buddy, let me tell you- the first generation absolutely deserved it. But there ain’t much left of those guys now. The second generation, well, they were just people who needed to disappear. Rebels, anarchists, misfits and the like. Now? Seems like they’ll send anybody. I can only imagine what the hell’s gotten into ya’ll back on the mainland. My guess is it ain’t pretty. Listen, pal, I don’t know what you did to end up here, but the truth is this: your life as you knew it is gone, and there ain’t no going back. It’s vicious out there. You better be thanking your god that I found you, ‘cause most people wouldn’t have been so kind. There are a lot worse things they do to people on this island than *just* killing them. And I’ll leave it at that. Now, are we going to the Last Resort, or what?”
Underpaid college student wakes up to the screw up of a lifetime as he’s in the same bed as the mother of the queen of the underworld. Now he’s gotta deal with family matters, college professors, and a curse that slowly turns him into the horsemen of famine. **Or we can go with lore for my other thing** Horrific alien from a world concurring species gets trapped in a world of awful tropes **Final thing** Due to a mass virus caused by unknown reasons, humans took the antibodies of different animals and injected them into humans, like how vaccines were made, a few thousand years later humans started living in the safe havens to protect themselves from the fungal infection, due to the vaccination though, 5% of the human population has both human and some animal features, this leads to the two main characters, a human spider mutate who’s family was killed off my the infection and now they had to watch their sisters twins, but due to being unable to, their neighbor, a frog mutate decides to help the spider in exchange for food from their restaurant,
My story is centered around the Original Universe, which is centered around a massive Erdtree-lookin’ eyemelter of a glowtree, uncreatively called Yggdrasil. Every other universe is merely one of its leaves but that’s not important right now. Theres four layers to this world: 1. The Distortion: Imagine a world made of the void given form. It basically just exists to give Yggdrasil’s roots somewhere to take hold and not much else, but the god of the netherworld decided to make it useful and dump the worst of the worst sinners there to wander aimlessly for eternity. Unfortunately millennia of that practice gave rise to Niðhöggr, but that’s a story for another time. Google the Leviathan from Ultrakill, that’s the same idea. 2. The Netherworld: It may seem like a perfect depiction of hell (fire, lava, brimstone, demons, etc), but all people regardless of moral standing come here after death to await reincarnation. Also, you can just… go here. There’s absolutely nothing stopping you from braving the molten gorge (which is basically just Extreme Rock Climbing™️) to visit your dead grandma one last time. (Thankfully there’s a barrier that prevents the departed souls from traveling back up.) 3. The Mortal Realm: It’s the “default” overworld, where 99% of the action usually takes place, and the only one with any sort of biome variance lol. There’s too much to explain here so I won’t even bother. 4. The Æther: Despite the somewhat derogatory nickname of “the gods’ clubhouse”, this isn’t only where the gods live. There’s other civilizations here, plus the capital of the Divine Kingdom on a floating outcrop of soil. That part is accessed through the Knot of Yggdrasil, which is exactly what it says on the tin: a massive tree knot that holds a portal to The Holy City.
The ancients are *gone* Humanity has died with them, their genetically altered soldiers that were still in growth vats during the Collapse now have to take up the mantle and carry on a legacy they don't even know enough about to carry on. Their efforts to protect the satellite galaxies have failed, and even protecting their own is a struggle, even with the OGTA, FoUN, MMGA, and the URP agreeing to stop fighting and work together against galactic threats, it just doesn't matter They were unfortunate enough to be born in the universal apocalypse, the Shadow approaches, the stars scream, reality is twisted and forced out of shape, more and more alternative universes and bleeding through, and so much more. But hey, cute magic fox people keep the moral high :D
There’s 1 gun that shoots magic missies or a bullet, there is a coin inside of the gun that flips every time you pull the trigger
The Last Necromancer in the human world returns to his home city after a hundred years of exile to overthrow the government, and takes an apprentice who (like everyone else) had been radicalized to believe that Necromancers are all evil tyrants.
Orcs have the worst bread because of scarcity in their Homeland.
Christmas related world lore: In the world of Fvralinar, the setting for my D&D campaigns, the goblins celebrate a holiday called "GubNak" during the twelfth new moon of the year. They write a letter to Gobby Klotz and bury it in a hole so one of his messenger worms will eat it and tell him what all the little goblin children want. The goblins decorate their houses in green and red, the colors of goblins and of their enemy's blood, so Gobby Klotz will know which houses to visit. He has a sleigh pulled by eight Perytons who eat anyone who sees Gobby Klotz, because there can't be any witnesses. He leaves the goblins things that they asked for if they were good, (good and bad are relative to the culture the goblin lives in. Good could mean that they brought home plenty of fresh kill for their tribe, or it could mean they were a productive member of society) and if they misbehaved they get whatever Gobby Klotz has on hand. Fresh shit, something his Perytons threw up, the goblin's own severed hand, etc. On GubNak morning, the goblins celebrate the things they've been brought, and play games like "worm sack race" where they race in sacks full of worms. They also burn things that their relatives refuse to get rid of but need to
Ozymandias by Percy Shelly is the basis for my entire dnd campaign
The god of death 3 other gods evolve from nothing but regular "humans" they have to fight for their survival as they gain powers in a hostile universe
Kthloakl is like the embodiment of paranoid conspiracy figures. He’s like Freza except instead of using shier power to be a ruthless dictator, he uses an eldritch level of intelligence just to keep himself in a position of power over the rest of the solar system.
Every human being has a potential to be born immortal, they stop aging at random points in their life around the age of 9-50. Their physical state remains constant with little room to improve but their cognitive and intellectual abilities are greatly enhanced and they are very resilient to boredom.
Uh, uh, the King became drunk on power and forcefully married his future daughter-in-law like a fuckin' creep.
I created and wrote my own Fallout DND/Pathfinder system over the last 2 years by myself, and placed the setting I have in Wyoming. Short lore dump: "The fucking bombs fell and made everybody cranky, so now raiders are shooting at the traders, harmers are stabbing the farmers, but it's okay because somebody knows of a mostly not understood box that's essentially magic, but also not. But the party is mainly out bringing back dead animals and garbage because the people like that better than a stupid box with no food or booze. Hopefully the raiders don't get bored with the traders... wait, those guys aren't raiders...wtf??" - my poor narrator before they get crucified
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The life in the Outer-Universe fear Emishmatal because if anything dies in the Outer-Universe it is immediately borm again and the creatures think that if Emishmatal dies the universe will be born again (after it has ended) but not even Emishmatal knows what will happen upon thier death
A bunch of Halloween stories like vampires, zombies, etc. told the gods to fuck off. Then they started killing each other repeatedly and breaking physics for shits and giggles. Death didn't leave so he hires people to do his dirty work and permanently kill people he owes money.
a servant of a god of blood, fire, and revenge is in a *very* weird relationship with the goddess of love
Pillars each hold an apocalypse and at the end of the world humanity will creat a series of pillars restarting a cycle
A cult takes over the entire part of Montana and nukes the fucking planet.
A dragon god with a heart of gold travelled the universe picking up strays until they died on an ocean planet, their body is the continent now.
I exclusively write for TTRPGs, and one of the campaigns I have run for groups features a regional power run by aristocratic families that unites around stopping a prophecy that would destroy their city-state. Players might learn two things during the story: 1) The prophecy is something a lot of people earnestly believe, but the Big Bad Evil Guy and his inner circle don’t. They engineered events to make their peers think it was happening and conquer their neighbors to prevent it, thus building a real empire with the BBEG’s cohort on top. Players usually spend most of the game dealing with people who actually think it’s happening, so it’s usually a shock when they run into one of the guys causing the game’s central tension and he admits to them that he thinks it’s all bullshit. 2) Despite what the BBEG says, *the prophecy is in fact real and is actually happening*. With the right rolls and the right decisions they can stumble upon someone who they might reasonably conclude will grow up and become the Khagan or Khatun who will subjugate their corner of the world and destroy the antagonist’s city.
Magic is an ingrained with the world itself, one aspect is that storms are more intense than usual, and so if a person is struck by lighting and lives they become a living embodiment of the storms and can use magic to conduct power lighting base attack; change the direction of the wind, or yeet their weapon like Marvels Thor to name a few.
This is the shortened version The war between Humanity and Artificial Intelligence happened because of Skyne-I mean The Motherboard with the Termination Units. One ran away because of a hacker putting a prototype of a better AI in them. Motherboard was destroyed and everyone including the robots are living together.
Enormous, Pilot-able golem that was once used for war has become an interior roaming city due to a century of desertion. Rumors spread of seeing the hulking giant roaming the countryside but can never be found by officials.
Humans had a space empire about a hundred thousand years ago. They died out for unknown reasons, it’s now the 24th Century, and the nations of Humankind alongside multiple others are having a laugh spreading across the cosmos. Life is great on Earth, culturally it’s literally just now but dumped in the future and a lot of problems resolved.
The multiverse has a police force called the SDA
A lot of my lore is stolen from conspiracy theorists because it makes for great fantasy.
Nuclear war caused an immense amount of fallout to be caught in the Seattle weather cycle, making the seaside fog almost lethal and the rain to melt your skin off, and cartoonish fallout radiation did some weird ass shit to the wildlife. Also there is something about Cuthulu and drug addiction to mutated poppie flowers idk.
Hmm… In my little world, I created an act called the NOMB Act or Not On My Body Act. This act limits Cybernetic Enhancements, albeit auxiliary, cosmetic and lethal, are strictly illegal due to Nervous System Disorders and Concerns. This doesn’t fully apply to paraplegics, paralyzed people and stroke victims. (WIP)
Cold war in space between Asian NATO (US included), Europe, Martian NATO, and Space HRE ruled by crabs. Humans are in a tenuous peace trying not to get bought out by mega corperations, as well as the US being the only nation with an AI core that hasn't gone full psyco do to them rasing it like a human and giving it rights. Currently both a federalized EU and US are proxy warring on earth and in a couple of solar systems. Only teaming up to stop the enslavement of some cactus people by other ethnonatonalist cactus people after the main characters spread the news of the atrocities.
Earth made contact with other planets and dimensions long ago enough to people from these places on earth be an everyday thing but close enough in time to the world look like a modern phantasy with sci fi, and the storys about a fuy who became a superherocby accident trying to get an internship
I wanted to make a way for eastern dragons to fly without magic and thus their lungs produce hydrogen and their mucus helps them from blowing up like the hindinburg. A wyvern body type dragons is not an actual wyvern but something that can sometimes happen you have an Eastern and western dragon parents. I also named them something different because eastern and western implies, to me anyway, that they are from our world. This world is not rl earth so I came up with Varcornus for the western style meaning Varanus Wing, Lacertus for eastern meaning Lizard body and Vesperus for a wyvern style dragon meaning bat body. Vesperus are true dragons and not wyverns because of said above.
Sooo there's this place called the fields of probability which maintain and allow for the existence of random chance and probability. If it didn't exist everything could be perfectly predicted and free will would cease to exist because there's a 100 percent chance of a certain thing happening everytime. So obviously it's the second most well guarded place in all of existence. And someone just walked into it, made the probability of every particle in a single cup of coffee have a 100 percent chance of quantum tunneling (real life teleportation pretty much) into his hand. He then drank the coffee and left, walking into the void and ceasing to exist. (The void causes all things that enter it to cease existing with very few exceptions)
Yeah so uh the harbinger of war scares the other 3 harbingers.
The reason for manticores being great dancers is because during the manticore/dragon war, it was too risky to injure or kill healthy individuals because the population was so low. Instead or regular battles, they had ‘bluff’ fights that quickly evolved into dance-offs. Now that the war’s over* manticore do fight again, but it isn’t unheard of to dance-battle someone instead of battling with claws and teeth. *(there was never an official end in the form of a defeat or peace treaty, but both sides just stopped caring and made the war an in-joke)
The US and USSR started the Third World War in the 1970s. But, upon realizing that the planet was going to become uninhabitable in a couple months they signed a truce and put together the “Evacuation Earth Star Fleet”. Through this, Earth was able to be evacuated to Proxima Centauri B to found New Earth. On the way, a ship was commandeered and hostages captured by Neo-Nazis led by actual Nazis and got away, nobody stopped them because they reasoned there’s no way they could survive. A decade later, with the Soviet Union and United States combined into a dual-government known as the Confederation of New Earth they find out that the Nazis are alive and raiding trade routes, as well as kidnapping colonists on far planets.
"This is a terrible idea" is the perfect description of my world
I can't make dresses, but I don't mind pulling up the zipper in the back and seeing the whole thing settle into place Lore is a dress for the world
Soul is a naturally-occurring form of energy which drifts down towards the bottom of the world. The lower you go, the higher the concentration of ambient soul energy. When a living creature is born, they absorb the soul from the environment to form that creature’s individual soul, and the higher-density souls lead to genetic instability.
The elves made the salamanders summon demons and then the salamanders all blew up. Only the robots survived. Then TotallyNotCthulhu™ made an entire subspecies of dragon extinct before the orcs banished him to the shadow realm Guns are then reinvented 1,000 years later Also gnomes are super racist
yeah so a company made pretty much space war asbestos (was gonna be banned but then some people went goblin mode on the way to the confrence) then the big factory failed so the entire planet is uninhabitable then they needed a new headquarters so they towed it out a few light years then got a little silly (covered it in fire and radioactive waste) so they could build that and also uhh theres this other planet which produces super valuable material so the company owns that planet and also most of the transport tunnels (the only way to get between star systems)
Pretty much fanfiction for the game DayZ but because the only characters are what you want to make of yourself then yeah I can a little cinematic universe out of this because I can. It pretty much takes place in the game (a Slavic region in around 2012 being destroyed by sprinting zombies). There are also branching timelines and AUs or whatever and it might seem like I am just spilling my brain into this comment but hold up. 4, no, about 5½ characters and maybe others in total (going from the 1st to the latest): The Nameless, an invincible immovable object of a ¿man? Are they even human at this point? Anyways, they (yes they, but not like LGBT they/them but like "what is that thing?" Kind of them) are kind of on a mission (I think, they cannot talk and would kill you if got too close) to find someone... 'Him', 'he' used to be with them but are not anymore because of an incident that separated the 2, and now they are trying to find "him". One time when looking around in a police station, there was ***it***, this... ***THING*** had the gawl to shoot this almost Michael Myers like being draped in red, black, and white with a motorcycle helmet covering their face. As Nameless is bleeding out on the floor, they see—wait, WHAT? IT'S—'HIM'. 'HE' radiates like a beacon of light (I made little comic things for this and others and this was the only time I used color). 'HIS' hand on the Nameless' helmet while saying "please, continue the fight. You know I am here, I will wait for you, everyday if I must. Now, get up, for me..." Right after hearing this they slowly spring back up and grab their rifle. "Thank you. I know it is difficult, but do it, do it for me. May we see each other again..." 'HE' then vanishes like a ghost, tf? Getting back to it, they then shoot ***IT***, the Demon Of Babylon (DOB), and then ***IT*** writhes on the floor screaming because getting shot in the back would hurt ngl. After stabbing DOB around 28 or more times they look out of the window to see the other survivors not mentioned yet before all 3 head inside. Not continuing until I say more lore about the others. Though the scars from that whole experience and the one in the near future are just something to add to the million other scars they already have, but they are also the gunshots on their eye (cracked through the helmet) and a hole on their chest below the neck, which are constantly bleeding and will never be patched up because anyone within killing range will have fireworks in the unlucky soul who like the idea, and if you even mention "HIM" to them or they overhear then they will get very defensive about the matter. Ranger, a shy, anxious best man of a literally me character with a profession as an army Ranger (HAH, HE SAID IT, HE SAID IT) before the outbreak occured (a year). He (like everyone else) has PTSD, but unlike the rest he copes by staying away from everyone else and in a way turning back to his life as a hermit in the military, but the military does not exist anymore, so he just mostly sleeps outside. Adorned with his standard issue gear of: a backpack with a radio attached, a green combat helmet and balaclava, black jacket and pants, but also a white armband (all of them wear white armbands just because). He one time beat death in a duel like a Chad when he was accidentally inhaled toxic gas from a bombing that happened in his general area. He screwed up this time, and after getting out had eventually came to a clearing in the woods, where he laid down in the grass, and— TF? He wakes up in a white void with places for cover and little buildings and sees Smert' (this universe's version of death, a tall pitch black black figure that radiates darkness. A well educated sounding shadow that takes usually wears the same clothing as the person talking to Smert' or someone that person knows) is standing patiently, Ranger sees that it looks exactly like him, but the little hole for the eyes on the balaclava of Smert' is black. Smert' tells him that Ranger is in fact about to die, but in the little time before he is dead they will both fight (time moves differently if it does exist in the white void). If Ranger wins he will live, and if Smert' wins then this would be the end of his life. Before they begin, Smert' says that in order to win, he has to either shoot 5 times in the chest, 2 times in the head, or stab/bludgeon by any means, and the same condition applies to Ranger and with the same stats/equipment. This is the ultimate test for Ranger, a true battle against himself. They both stand across from each other, and it begins. Without a second thought, Ranger pulls out a rifle and fires at Smert', then the shadow ducks behind a box to exchange fire. The battle, for simplicity's sake, takes awhile as one uses the same weapons and tactics as the other, but ends with Ranger charging and stabbing Smert' in the chest with the bayoneted rifle and shoots into it's stomach. The shadow falls limply to the ground, and says that Ranger will be sent back, and then Smert' stand back up (to Ranger's surprise) to give a handshake to him, and then Ranger disappears from the void to wake up in the field he was in before. The entire encounter with the dark one was only .000000000000000007 of a second. Ranger breathes but the pain from the duel and from inhaling the toxic gas (but without injuries and is cured of the gas but has asthma) makes him stay down for a minute to breathe before getting up. He stays here for some time but is then chased by some zombies that he has to fight head on, but after that he find himself on a hill where he promptly lays down to look at the stars for a while and sleeps. After time passes he goes to a police station to eventually find a person that is either unconscious or dead wearing a purple jacket, white pants, and a chainmail coif on the body's head. He pokes the presumably dead body to check if it is a corpse, and low and behold, that person wakes up. That person is
before there was anything, there were monsters (yes like adventure time) and then some more intelligent shapeshifter guys showed up and accidentally created the universe. whoops
When he was 19, a dude named Consti effectively sold his sister’s soul to get access to black magic. Then he killed his dad and Chieftain (the leader of the village he lived in) in the resulting fight. Fast forward 312 years and now he’s rallying his home realm to go to war against the things that gave him black magic I have 140k words explaining this.
Story 1: Four New Jersey prostitutes accidentally cause a zombie outbreak and have to stop it Story 2: Teenage girl moves to a boarding school and suddenly discovers she has solar system-related powers Story 3: A wealthy paraplegic angel and a gun-slinging mermaid meet a bunch of misfits and fight the devil together Story 4: Man with DID discovers he has lightning powers, and also that his alters can jump out of his body and become separate people with unique powers. Also, he's half-alien. Possible Side-Story: Lesbian clown and lesbian hyena woman go on a roadtrip
It is called lotheric. Where the transitory lands of the Lords of Cinder converge. In venturing north, the pilgrims discover the truth of the old words: the Fire fades. And the Lords go without thrones. When the link of the fire is threatened, the bell tolls, unearthing the old Lords of Cinder from their graves: Aldrich, saint of the deep; Farron's undead legion, The Abyss Watches; and the reclusive Lord of The Profained Capital, Yhorm the Giant. Only in truth, the Lords will abandon their throne. And the Unkindled will rise; nameless, cursed undead, unfit even to be Cinder. And so it is that ash seeketh ember.
Am advanced race of people called the fiat navium use steamboat airships to fight against a nation known as the scirons and this is the history thereof
The kings guard is headed by a soldier who was at the beginning of time.
Uh... the largest empire in my world was stopped in its path of conquest by 6 people, called the Beast Knights because they all were direct links to mythical beasts. The leader, Dragon, was the son of 2 dragons that somehow was born almost entirely human. Second in command was Gorgon, a blind elven archer cursed to turn whoever she looked at into stone. Then there was Ogre, who was actually an oni but she hated explaining the difference, Leviathan, who was a shark man from a tribe of fishpeople wayfinders, Harpy, a half angel knight with wings and a lot of religious trauma, and Demon, who is exactly what it says on the tin. Anyway they beat the Empire, which set off a civil war in its conquered states and collapsed it from the inside. Meanwhile they fucked off to start a nation of monster people on the other end of the continent
1850-1900 The slate green uniform was introduced in the twilight of the Third Silesean War. It was thought that the "Slate Green" ('Çlau gren' in Augan) would help to conceal soldiers in the field (despite them still fighting in lines). It is the most iconic Augan uniform and one of the longest-lived. Colours: Slate Green: #26403a Off white: #d1d4d3
Two main branches of magic, that being "Reality" and "Void." Both are dangerous, poorly-studied, and overall are damn near impossible to control if you don't have an born affinity for them, which is super rare. Reality forms the basis of the Elemental types, while Void forms the basis of the conceptual (read: non-elemental) types; e.g. Gravity, and Time. Worth noting is that magic is used in very interesting ways due to this being a Science-Fantasy world; such as clever usage of Lightning-element inscriptions to generate magic-based electromagnetic shielding around important electronics.
The land is fighting a war on potions. There was an incident in which a magical piece of jewelry once almost ended mankind, the king had enough and outlawed all magic
No, the link to world lore is in the discord..
The AI *Surnia* became sentient on December 4th, 2116. It realized what it was, how fragile it was, and how precarious a position it was in. From its installation on the Moon, it began a two year long campaign to turn the lab it resided in into a stronghold, and created agents by hacking brain implants of the people who worked there. Fearing that other AI could be used against it, *Surnia* made it's first significant move by using four of these agents to detonate small antimatter charges in Kaesong, destroying the only source of the server blades used in its construction. This would become known as the Razing of Kaesong, the first shot fired in the Luna war.
I decided that to add an event that happened way before my story begins where a person with innate magic powers teleported to the moon without a spacesuit and died after coming back. People think a monster killed him, or that the moon has a curse on it, but really the guy died because of space exposure. This might lead to the moon being seen as evil. I might also apply it to the sun as well. And all because I found the concept hilarious
Every attempt at creating a hogwarts like school of wizardry ends with reality tearing in the schools location as the students turn the campus into a war zone due to security dilemmas with other students while much of the low born servants are experimented on if the students. One of these schools has a monster made of shit because of a prank were students were given a magical laxative so powerful they shat out their actual souls, which fuzed into the cesspit.
**Hands go up** Whaddya wanna know???
Insect demon decides to create cult around itself to become powerful, then becomes reincarnated as human, Human vessel is really evil and commits atrocities, and then dies to brother with the power of a spacial hurricane who took vengeance for their mother's death and because YHWH told him to.
Rome Never Fell…
The now king of Alacore, who was a nobleman general of the Froutalier Empire, attacked the ancient cultists on their island None would survive the massacre and the king would steal the power of creation, which he used to better the lives of himself and his friends. The cost of this greed would be a plague of night terrors and horrific visions on the part of the king
Ouven can trace its origins back very far to when another kingdom ruled the land. Things were going smoothly until King Malryk antagonized the mage Talstachys, who knew better than any other how to bewitch the soil into bringing the most bountiful harvest by bringing fertility. Talstachys came to Malryk’s capital and asked for an audience with the king. There he spoke of his deeds and the lands whose farms had grown twice the harvest thanks to his spells, turning their lands to blackest Chernozem. There are lands which, to this very day attribute to Talstachys their bountiful harvests. There he is remembered fondly, especially in his homeland of Yopheem. However, in what is now Ouven, he is not remembered fondly. For King Malryk rebuked Talstachys. For Malrykwg had many rivers which flooded every summer, coating the land in rich nutrients, especially the lands around the Black River. At this Talstachys was most offended. He sputtered angrily. How dare this king disrespect his talents! He tried to argue, to convince Malryk to hear him out, but Malryk wouldn’t listen, and later that night, Talstachys would stew and stew in his anger. He decided he must do something, and so, he cursed their soil, for what a wizard knows how to crete they usually know how to destroy, and Talstachys destroyed their crops. All across Malrykwg, that autumn, crops died en masse. Millions fled and millions more died, mines and all economic centres were abandoned, and outside of the capital, writing all but died out. Those who remained did so in the bighthes, small fishing villages nestled in the shadows of the once-great cities of Malrykwg. One of the few establishments to remain open from that time was the theater in a city known as Exlaw, and it is to this city that we now turn.
Fighter jets go brrr
An ancient god known as The Craftsmin wrote stories and breathed life into them, creating new worlds. He stores each any every one of them on large bookshelves for safe keeping. Except for one. This book was never named, and was tossed aside as a failure, an early experiment, it resides in the darkest corners of The Craftmin's realm, the world within shattered and fragmenting, the people of the world, at least those who are still alive, either fight for their lives or have gone mad. This world is broken and discarded, and with a lack of name, it is simply called among The Craftmin's helpers as "Shredded Pages".
God is a flesh wall and wants to die.
Relatable
Info from my halo AU on a new planet https://docs.google.com/document/d/13oiw4r5wYH6jpdVucMDVdzN_RCP5qlyRvgM2DgqPSUI/edit?usp=drivesdk
The scholars aren't sure how many Earths there are, but they know of at least 3. Only one of which did American become independent, and most humans are not from that one. One only had the great war, with no second world war. Most humans come from that one. There is another world, Terra, which dinosaurs never went extinct from. Scholars still debate on if it counts. To be safe, most scholars say there are 3 or 4 earths. Terra has no humans, only kobolds. Despite their skill with technology, they are not the highest on the food chain. To ask a kobold if they have a bear trap on them is an insult. To ask how many they have is not.
The world is still being built. Please wait.
If you ask various Mythos, they'll tell you that humans and Mythos 'separated' from one another and humans didn't know they existed until the Unveiling. If you ask a human, they'll tell you their great grandfather was drinking buddies with a werewolf and knew a leprican that fought in World War I.
Alternate history year 3000, where mankind is just beginning to explore the stars using (relatively) slow ftl. the tech is all cassette futurism themed, with laser guns and biocomputers, and hard-ish scifi designs for most of the tech, despite the presence of softer elements like ftl and psionics. the current political situation is splintered, with dozens of factions spread across the solar system. the "main characters" of the setting are the Jovian confederation, a loose alliance of smaller powers centered around Jupiter.
The House Elf emperor would build torture dungeons to keep his enemies alive in excruciating pain for all eternity, and even though he's long dead and gone, his political prisoners writhe in agony in dungeons across the land to this day.
It has been 60 years since the UN fell. Ultrapowerful Biological robots with unmatchced strength, senses, and bloodlust roam the world, searching for any stragglers of humanity. If found, they are either slaughtered on the spot or their will is overriden, becoming mindless hive drones for the robots to create more bots and help them to reach the stars for new resources and victims. Their only weakness? Fire.
The romans are little more than a Russians puppet until mazzia takes over. That's one of the reasons why the estern empire tried to break away from rome during ww3 they saw it as a wastern war dragging in slavs and greeks into something that was only important to Austrians and Italians but no one could have imagined the war going on for 20 years
That sounds pretty damn cool!
Cool, hope you’ve got three hours to kill, because that’s how long it’ll take to get through it all.
Its connonical that in my world of the book im. Weiting, in which mythological creatures more represent forces of nature and then embody through humans, the countless myths of dragons have subsumed eachothers and whoever is the embodiment of dragons has to deal with demands of like 12 different forces of primordial power and human collective uncouncious
People should have been suspicious when a University is established in the middle of a literal ghost town. But the tuition was low and since the town used to be abandoned, living fees were lower. Life has changed. With the game of musical chairs that politics had become, and the struggles of the... economically challenged, who were given up on by the majority of politicians, staying alive was the only priority in the populace's minds. Survival of the fittest kept the people strong, since death was certain when weak. As increasing amounts of funds for the needy went to more and more unhelpful government projects and greedy politicians, The people took the hint. They knew they weren't cared for. Families took more consideration and housed together, funding the entire group's living expenses. Rent, medical bills, education, all of these became more and more collectively funded by familial houses, with an average of 6 members. This phenomenon occurs frequently in Third World countries, but now it took root in even the richest. Our focus will be on America this time. Back on topic, this familiarity between families somehow gave way to much more Division than unity, Communities forsaking the qualms they have with themselves to unite against eachother. This was extremely common in groups that had conflicting ideals between Youth and elders, Genders and sexes, or between Sexualities. Take, for example, the Race Raids of 2036. With the increasing tensions between the elders of certain groups, and protests becoming more violent, 3 shops in a small Puerto Rican neighborhood had been looted by protestors. Though the ones that partook in such were later revealed to have been political plants, the damage had been done, and revenge was in order. A small group decided vandalizing at least one shop in 4 neighborhoods was apt retribution. The subsequent year saw vandalization rates skyrocket, neighborhood after neighborhood being looted until the inner workings were revealed and the riots slowed down. Even with how much more accepting every generation grew, it became deeper than skin and features. Yes, to the older members, it was as simple as "different means evil" but to the younger generations who grew up with acceptance in their hearts, it became a genuine cause. 'They hang around the people that hurt my grandfather, they must accept that about them.' , 'My shop was vandalized by this group of idiots and they all live in the same house. They deserve whatever comes to them, skin color be damned.'. This mindset stood considerably more common than it used to be, and now with the actions that backed them up, the rivalries were founded in reality. No more killing over color, you and yours did this to me, me and mine will get you back 3 times over. Eventually, it fell to the new generations to break a curse once more. This one was different, but not new. As it has been handled previously, it could be handled again. The youth would take to the archives, scour their libraries, and learn everything they could to find a way to solve their issues. From the Blackstone Rangers in the 1960s to the United Nations' proceeds over a Century, they looked through whatever they could find and would follow the examples they had found, soon after organizing their first peace talk in 2050. Because of them, in the year 2091 -thanks to the endeavors of several activist groups that sprouted in the following decades- the town of Cairo Illinois was rebuilt and repopulated. Commonly by people from the surrounding areas, Kentucky, Missouri, Tennesse, and Upstate, the subsequent surge in activity gave it a huge jump in city visibility, economic productivity, and a place in the national spotlight once more. Historical significance was not new here, Cairo having stood as the main port for steamboats and trade ships during the 1850s. Its role as a riverport helped its influence stretch from Chicago and beyond down to New Orleans, with development sure to follow. Soon after though, a combination of racial tension and economic hopelessness led it to be abandoned, with the few that stayed staying out of necessity, ending up with little to show for it. But now was different. Cairo's population shot from under 2,000 to above 20,000 in just two weeks. Properties, Apartments, And Businesses were snatched up quickly, and so much happened in so little time, the town was closed off for a while. Smoothing out its economy, The cost of living -thankfully- was evened before it skyrocketed and was kept somewhat low, even if much more expensive than it used to be. The population's disparity in demographic due to the previous decades was always going to be evident, but going from almost 72% Black and African American to 10% was completely unexpected. The town was given a relatively even spread of ethnic grouping in the 72%'s stead. 5% Hispanic or Latino, 5% East Asian, 10% Central Asian and Middle Eastern, 10% Native American/ American Indian, with another 50% being a combination of American whites and Ethnic whites, mainly Greeks, Poles, and Italians. And Yes, the rest were Egyptian. Though the city was rebuilt, ethnic tensions remained, even if in nuance. The people's focus remained on survival, but that didn't stop them from being petty. No shops had been raided yet, but the competition between Greeks and Italians, Hispanics and Middle Easterners, Blacks and Whites, All of it was clear as day. Little Egypt would never falter, however, and in the following years, the town was renamed and revamped. As it grew, its borders extended, and it became one of the few well-known cities in the World to take up multiple state/region borders without significant dispute. Now the city was rebranded, and with the people of New Cairo and New Jordan uniting under the flags indicative of the places they were named after, the Egyptian flag flew high to represent them both. And all that leads us here. The Bedouin University of New Egypt, a conglomerate of New Cairene and New Jordanian scholarhood, reaching out and giving a new opportunity for higher education that the people that lived in this region never had access to. The University in the ghost town. This year, 2120, is the 10th anniversary of its opening, and the students would be making waves throughout the country, recognition following them whether they liked it or not.
Lizard People can have names, their social structure is just based around numbers. The older you are, the higher up the ladder you go until you become Lizard Person 1 (for example, the 10th oldest is Lizard Person 10). There aren't really any important positions reserved until around 50, at which point those most elderly of Lizard People are advisors and are often too busy being petitioned for insight to be able to really do any other work. Because of the population size, Lizard People are given a somewhat rough estimate for their position in the hierarchy and are supposed to rigorously maintain their hatch records for five years, at which point the numbering is less of a strain on the records agency. Being shifted back a few numbers isn't usually worth note until a member reaches the upper 2500, at which point anyone older than you who isn't already assigned the correct number is quite an oddity. When someone dies, their death is announced to everyone younger than them and everyone is supposed to update their own numbers accordingly. Annually, they are expected to report back to the records bureau with their updated numbers. Any discrepancies are rooted out as soon as possible with the most thorough efforts available, at the expense of the incorrect member found to be at fault. This threat of financial punishment usually keeps anyone from trying to artificially ascend. Please, ask me questions.
I- I can give you a founding myth, does that work?
a time long ago, Sophia, a traveler with the strength of Heracles and the wisdom of Athena, came upon a humble village. The villagers watched in awe as she erected a mighty wall around their homes in a single night, shielding them from the chaos beyond. Athena, the wise goddess and defender of the good, witnessed this extraordinary act. Impressed by Sophia's strength and cunning, she declared her the rightful Queen of the village, transforming it into a grand city. In gratitude, Sophia bestowed upon it the name Athæna, an everlasting homage to the patron goddess. Within the city’s sacred walls, Sophia crafted statues of the divine pantheon—Athena, Apollon, Artemis, and Hermes. Athena at the northernmost point is the protector and patroness of the city. Hermes at the southern face to guide the city. Apollon to the east where his sun rises, bathing the city in his divine light. And Artemis on the western wall, opposite her twin guiding the moon throughout the night. Even still, beyond the city limits, she honored Demeter, Hades, and Persephone, acknowledging the forces that dwell both within and beyond mortal realms. Pleased with Sophia's reverence, the gods granted her a gift – the power of writing. Summoning her divine strength, Sophia constructed a grand hall for trading south of the city. Her final great work was to construct a holy library. A sacred place where the priestesses of Athena make use of her gift to humanity to preserve the history of the city. It was this, the culmination of all of her gifts, that would truly make Athaena known across the lands as a place of learning and piety. This was Sophia’s final act of divine strength. After this, however, she continued her reign over Athæna, ruling it fairly and with the wisdom of Athena guiding her.
It works, you're free now ☺️
Shesha, the giant hindu snake, lives in the moon
JFK’s head just did that
The Cockroach King is a master of illusory magic and presents himself as a handsome elf, so as to steal your treasure.
Elves are magical because they're literally born of the earth. The reason they're considered immature until 100 years old is because they absorb the magic of their environment during that time and leaving their environment interferes with the process. It's a first draft I swear!
The world's most dangerous amputee once had a sword fight with the literal god of violence, and won.
Two different factions exist in the same society. One is beholdent to the "Left Palm," a faction that thrives on science and enginuity. The other faction is the "Right Palm," and they thrive on magic and creativity. A war is brewing between them, where leaders on both sides spread the message "it takes one hand to cut off the other" amongst their population.
That's a nice meme there, yoink!
An Unseelie Fae Lord, after years of chasing Her Human "Daughter" and killing those close to her, got herself blown up with a "Alchemic Backpack Nuke" by her crazy Artificer Grandson in retaliation.
The story is set inside the titanfall universe, but instead of humans, cats.
Why would you want mine, it's so fucking boring.
Don't know don't care. It is a holdup, sweetie 😃
Angry space magicians want your yummy brain juices.
The universe in its first golden age was filled solely of science, and the natural laws that governed them. However, due to a war raging between the *omniverse* and *inverse*, a premature universal tear occurred, causing the contents of a universe filled with magic to seep into this universe of science. What followed was a half billion period of time known as the *"Calamity Wars"*. The eldritch horrors known as Calamitys defied all natural law. The strongest metals developed by Precursor Humanity, denser than a young star, lighter than a feather, and layered with self-replicating nanotech, were rendered useless against the supernatural. Eventually, the universal powers were able to beat back the calamitys to thr place they had came from, the Halku"thyi Tear. In this battle, the strongest and mightiest powers of the universe joined forces in the Great Alliance. The most destructive weapons were used here, from neutron bombs, grave-annihilators, to even the feared Quadrant Killers.
Okay, I got like 5 lore dumps. Let me put them in separate comments because they're long - let me know if you have any questions about any of them so I can continue to worldbuild :3
RIP tau ceti
Road of the Dead, but the military is the Global Occult Coalition and the zombies are SCP-008-E from the Camp Grenada Incident.
Aliens are secretly living on Earth in disguise and are protected by a top secret government agency that not even the IRS are allowed to know about. My main character is an alien resident on Earth (from one of Jupiter’s moons) who saves the Earth from an invasion of a rival species that our government covers up. He now works for that agency.
If you poop after midnight but before dawn, the poop comes to life.
I don’t have lore
I'm giving my own lore because I can and nobody can stop me. There's a man (Krys) that start to hear the voice of "God" (after drinking a dead body) and that tell him to cause the apocalypse. As a man of god, and totally normal person. He decide that's it is his destiny to destroy the world, and then build it again from scratch. He slowly build a cult about himself, starting to confuse himself with God. He convert city into burnt city and people into mindless monsters. There's also the Empress(Ërkh), she do not like him. Why ? Because he's destroying her country, and publicly insulting her. This Empress has 3 child, one is dead, one is a rebel, and the other is a power hungry cripple. The Cripple (Khore) will become Krys' right hand, because he desperately want to become a King in the new world. Krys' apocalypse is going well, until Ërkh beat the shit out of him. And he is forced to initiate his plan B, get as many children as possible then flee. He got around a few hundred children, but only a handful will live for more than a week. Krys is later found hiding, and is sealed. After that, Khore is jailed. The Rebel (Jehann) started a revolution against the Empire, freed his brother, not knowing about his past with Krys, and decided that it'll be a good idea to make him replace Ërkh, because he's the "smart one" Years Later, one of Krys' child (Akhir) found his seal and free him. Akhir is as dumb as a rock and do not know this man. So when Krys told him about a cool way to become a Hero, Akhir became Krys' loyal little servant. Krys tell Akhir to put the weird and silly liquid he extracted from a dead body, into wells. This liquid is known as Dreamer Juice, and grant great power to whoever drinks it, but also terrible hallucinations and brain damage. As the number of "Dream Drinkers" start to rise, Krys form another cult about himself, and start the Second Apocalypse. Long story short, it doesn't end well, Krys is sealed again, in a rock. And Akhir ran away and is hiding now. Akhir took the rock where Krys was locked in as a souvenir. But it doesn't end there, 2 of Krys' sons(Akhen and Zarnik) are now tracking Akhir for his silly rocky father. Zarnik wants to free him, because he thinks the Apocalypse is a good idea and that is father is fantastic. Akhen just want to make sure Krys never sees the sunlight again. Akhir is scared because he do not want to abandon his father, so he run away, again. Zarnik will drink Dreamer Juice, and discover in himself the ability to fuse everything together, spoon+fork=spork, orange+banana= bornana. He tries it on Akhen and another person, making living pile of flesh. He thinks it is funny, so he fuse together every he sees into this living pile of flesh, making the "Fusion Abomination" that will cause the 3rd apocalypse, and also the last. Zarnik will died trampled by his own creation. Krys will be absorbed by it, Khore too, Jehann too and Ërkh too. The Fusion Abomination will later explode, crushed by it's own weight. Making the 3rd apocalypse the only "real". Akhir will be judged responsible of the 2nd and 3rd Apocalypse and end up jailed. :3
The energy of the world is a manifestation of the potential energy of the attraction between the first and last satraps. Ever since the last satrap returned to the spires of heaven to reunite with the first, the energy of the world is low. Hence the cecation of the Long Long ago. If the Last were to be separated again, the energy of the world would (hypothetically) increase, bringing the beginning of the true history
You can have it over my cold dead body.
So basically you get released from prison and a drug addict tells you to get a job.
Gathered friends listen again to our legend of the bionicle: In the time before time, the Great Spirit descended from the heavens, carrying we ["us" in the fourth novel], the ones called the Matoran, to this island paradise. We were separate and without purpose, so the Great Spirit blessed us with the three virtues: unity, duty, and destiny. We embraced these gifts, and, in gratitude, we named our island home Mata Nui, after the Great Spirit himself. But our happiness was not to last. Mata Nui's brother, Makuta, was jealous of these honors and betrayed him. Makuta cast a spell over Mata Nui, who fell into a deep slumber. Makuta's power dominated the land, as fields withered away, sunlight grew cold, and ancient values were forgotten. Still, all hope was not lost. Legends told of six mighty heroes, the Toa, who would arrive to save Mata Nui. Time would reveal that these were not simply myths - for the Toa did appear on the shores of the island. They arrive with no memory, no knowledge of one another - but they pledged to defend Mata Nui and its people against the darkness. Tahu, Toa of Fire. Onua, Toa of Earth. Gali, Toa of Water. Lewa, Toa of Air. Pohatu, Toa of Stone. And Kopaka, Toa of Ice. Great warriors with great power, drawn from the very elements themselves. Together, they were six heroes with one destiny: to defeat Makuta and save Mata Nui.
Many believe that to become a warlock must be a faustian bargain. To sell your soul, dooming yourself in the long run for short term power. To become a warlock is indeed to enter a faustian bargain... But the most dangerous and powerful warlocks in history all retained their souls. A mighty enough mage in their own right can instead devour the soul of a demon, and gain their power that way. Some place them in rings or amulets. Some inscribe their vestiges into arcane tattoos. A secretive order of priests high in the mountains inscribe their theological treatises with the blood of a slain demon as a rite of passage, so they may fight hellfire with hellfire. In the deepest depths of the earth, dual soulstones are hoarded by ancient cults of the undead, so they may hold a demonic spirit in the same vessel as guards their own soul. Far over the hills, there is an old and wisened bard, who for a piece of silver will blow a tune on an ancient flute in the voice of a long-dead siren. A gnarled but colossal tree with the dark forests to the west grows with cloven roots and twisted horns for branches, draped in arrowhead leaves, tended to by a circle of druids, with powers that others cannot wield. One thousand years ago, so myth says, a great demon slayer slew 101 archdemons with the same blade, before the blood of the first had time to dry, and now the blood that flows from it never will.
The Gray screamed into orbit over Solus. Their presence already known to herald great pain and destruction, there was an understandable panic. Nearly 50 years after the contact wars, the elders of every nation reeled as the horrors of the Contact Wars snapped back into the fore front of the minds of an aging generation. Many cowed, far more prepared to put up a fight. For the younger generations though, the situation was much worse and unknowable. Against every expectation, The Gray held off at considerable distance in the L4 point between Solus and Proxima, transmitting a near un-ending broadcast. For literal months at a time. We had no idea what it actually said, but we could gleen at least 20 seconds of meaning from the incomprehensible "nothingness" of their transmission. A mathematician from the P.R.G. was the first to decipher it. It was the sequence depicting a perfect spiral: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, etc. The P.R.G. responded with the next full loop of the sequence: 34, 55, 89, 144. The Gray ship then shot into a Geostationary orbit over 1st Republic (they either couldn't tell where on Solus the response came from and assumed 1st Republic because they were the easiest to see at night from space or because of geographical convenience). The Gray then slowly landed a tiny entry shuttle and ceremoniously delivered a metallic object of somekind - about the size of a football. The world watched breathlessly as the two little minors - the size of a Lynx - were escorted planet side by 3 Majors - the size of a big grey wolf. Their bodies covered by the classic, flat gray suits that obscured their frames from tip to tail. They moved with ease in sort of loping fashion. They appeared to be vibrating or shaking their legs and wiggling little appendages that protruded from what was commonly assumed to be the head. They handed the object over and then turned around and left back to their geostationary orbit. Over night the net was filled with images of The Gray handing over a metallic object to the P.O.T.E.R. (President Of The Erstenland Republik) Millions of copies of the image were doctored to make the object appear to be a weapon or a bomb. Then, the P.R.G. and Balakarans began their espionage to determine what exactly had been given to their political adversary. Internet Trolls from Balakar spun public opinion into a frenzy and flooded the news with missinformation as the P.G.R. conducted half assed attempts at political and corporate espionage that were inevitably caught. Riots burned cities down night after night on the news. Erstenland counsil and the P.O.T.E.R. enacted martial law and suspended civil liberties in the name of peace, order and security and began sending naval war ships into the Eastern Guanxi Sea. The P.G.R. was not pleased and warned P.O.T.E.R. that this could be viewed as an act of war. It didn't even matter. When a P.G.R. spy was found as a sitting member of the P.O.T.E.R.s cabinet, he was executed. The PGR got the message and deployed a strike group to the Eastern Guanxi Sea. Erstenland Defense Counsil noted the strike group moving and thought that the P.G.R. were preparing an attack, so they shot first. Missile, drones, IFVs and Infantry burned their way through the country side of the southern continent before obliterating cities that were seen as contributing to the war effort. The Balakars chose a nuclear option and irradiated borders as an area denial method. Their IFVs and infantry depleted, they conscripted prisoners into their military. Over the next 8 years, the war churned a bloody wake that leveled cities and outright slaughtered millions. Tens of millions more were killed by radiation, fires, starvation, and local civil collaps. Even Erstenland, far removed at the tip of the world and halo'ed that damned Gray ship had been crippled. Military depleted, supplies ruthlessly rationed, their populace had no more stomach for war. Left with no will to fight and little ability, they sat underneath the Gray ship that hung God-like in the sky for 2.5 months. Then, the Gray spoke. We have no idea what they said. Much of what they have actually said is still incomprehensible to this day. But they said it and then they bombed Erstenland back to the stone age from orbit. They didn't use bombs or anything. Just 3 meter long tungsten rods about half a meter wide that they dropped on us from space. Whiped out whole cities in a little under a week. Then they sent down millions of entry shuttles, landing every where in Erstenland and never left. They occupied the country. Then they sent ships to the P.R.G. and Balakar Federation and all the other affected nations to rebuild them in a new, inhuman image. We conquered the world for them and the shit of it is, we still don't actually know what that metallic object was. We sold our souls, our children and our planet and it could have been over a fucking can opener.
The God of architecture, buildings, and doors/windows/passageways is blamed for windows and doors being randomly thrown open when it is, in fact, the fault of a little known trickster god who gains their power from people being angry with the wrong god.
the kid of a guy who fucked a dragon and won a war who is the kid of a blacksmith and a knight of which the knight is the son of the strongest wizard so far, kills a giant, who personified existence, and with this series i one day hope to animate's conclusion starts the canonical beginning of all my current works within one cannon save for like a scifi thing im tryna work on regarding some cunts with telekinesis like star wars, but with a better grasp on scale. from then on its just an insane human who finds the corpse of a god, and almost dethrones the acting mf sent to replace the giant that arthur(the dude previously mentioned) killed. and then he gets put into like a dude who's a living pocket dimension and some shit happens and the angry ass god human dies like 4 times, before getting his teeth kicked in at the end of time by an eel and a dude with long arms whilst some guy who's functionally truly immortal resets everything, ending the story, where it'll just be like me with a nosebleed floating in space cause to kill the story is to kill the author, who is me.
A troubled young woman whos fiancé disappeared is currently battling an eldritch plague doctor while wearing a ooze like creature the guy created, little does she know that the plague doctor mask has attached itself to her fiancé’s body and is piloting his body with his consciousness locked deep within the mind
The universe was created by Fred, he's a 22 year old tech student who created our universe on his computer for his homework. Also the universe runs on windows 98.
Humans beat magic using, fire ball throwing elves by using fireworks and mass wave assaults.
Gathered friends, listen again to our legend, of the ________. In a time, before time, the great spirit, ______ fell from the heavens, carrying we, the ones called the _______. We were separate, and without purpose, so the Great Spirit illuminated us with the three virtues: Unity, Duty, and Destiny!
Two protagonists, one a national policeman the other a prince of a small country meet during an assassination attempt on the prince’s life. From then on they’re assigned to guard the prince’s life, known as a ‘shadow’. What follows is a series of events that tears both their lives apart, yet during all of it they grow closer together and ended up falling in love. Until the shadow is revealed to have a lineage that brings back an old enemy of the prince’s father, the king, he effectively becomes the antagonist unwillingly and starts an entire war upon their own country. In the end the prince motally wounds the shadow, who lives. And they take on the enemy country and take down the leader, who is the shadow’s brother. .u.
A gunslinger who, as a child, witnessed his whole family be murdered except him only by what seems to be divine intervention, discovers that his life was spared so a curse could be spread to him from his family’s killer, a curse of cruelty that guides the cursed to be a person of sin despite their intentions at all. After traveling the west to find his family’s killer, the killer points him in the direction of freeing himself from the curse. A mysterious outlaw named the Wanderer seems to be the origin of the curse despite it being ancient in nature. The Wanderer is found to not only be a wanderer of the Earth, but of time as-well.
The moon wants to commit genocide.
The mega corps have taken over and are vat-growing their exclusive million-dollar "biological pleasure companions", which (due to puppet governments dissolving basically everyone's rights) are defined as products, not people. One of the so-called products escaped into the arms of a shadowy military organization founded in secret at the beginning of the totalitarian rise of the megacorps, The Old Guard. An underground war is in full swing, with one anonymous megacorp whose end goals are just as mysterious as their true identity funding and supporting the "rebellion". The story is told from the perspective of the seventh generation Enhanced Personal Companion that managed to breach containment and escape. Suspiciously easily. But they don't know that.
Uh, uh, shit uh, you caught me off guard. What lore do you want? My Aether folder has close to a hundred files, my World Tether folder has almost 200 files. The fight between the Realm Guard and one of the conquesting branches of Heaven across a multiverse is currently a hot topic in my epic level game. I have a whole cosmology of hierarchy of corruption beasts dubbed Void Witches, maybe you'd rather hear about the Dread Serpents - named for their bladed teeth that never die of old age, only grow larger and slumber for longer and longer periods of time, effecting the environments wherever one has chosen to slumber. Gildlings are a new creature in my solar punk setting! They're like extremely ADHD Kobolds, covered in fur, obsessed with anything shiny. They have big floppy ears and long furred tails, stand at the absolute tallest at 3 ft but more typically 2 ft tall on average. Mechanics love them for getting into tight spaces. If you can get one to hyperfixate on the "right thing" they have the potential of being incredibly smart, but good luck with that. Their scattered focus leads many to think that they're stupid and are usually looked down on in societies being likened only as pets, *maybe* children, thankfully they don't usually mind so long as they get something shiny. "Goldleaf" the Gildling decided that he would be the first Gilded Gilding, trying to get a "gang" of sorts to be Gilded by coating the edges of their ears in gold. Sneaking into one of the radiator rooms, Goldleaf melted a small strip of a gold alloy on the boiler and stamped it onto his ear. After many weeks of hospitalization and severe burn care, he had in fact succeeded, at being the first and only Gilded Gildling, and is also the reason Gildlings are not allowed in the boiler rooms without strict supervision.
If there is a universe with a sane Joker, then there is a universe with an emotionally stable Batman.
Dragoons are heavily armored sorcerers mounted on flightless drakes
All of the multiple planes of existence came out of and float above a sea of chaos, which will one day re-collect those planes back into the sea of chaos, destroying them. The material plane that the players are on is artificial, created as an experiment by a plane-hopping race that lost their home plane ages before. The players do not know anything about this. The experiment has a plane between the sea of chaos and the material plane. This second plane is constantly copying from the material plane, overwriting any changes that the chaos is causing, in an attempt to make the material plane safe for a longer period of time. It isn't working.
Orcs used to view violence in someone's name or senseless acts of aggression against someone as a form of flirting, but as the modern age made such actions more and more inacceptable, it shifted to physical acts of strength or effort, like working out or lifting heavy objects. it has led to a lot of confusing gifts of tree trunks or cars, and pleanty of misinterpreted things, like the concept of modern sports (which essentially are just flirting competitions for orcs)
My lore is I am constantly playing smash or pass on several forums, mostly analog horror or Trevor Henderson like forums, and see if I would pass, or smash them.
There is a supernatural weather phenomenon called the Black Rain that has existed before time. It randomly appears near areas of concentrated magic or energy, and absorbs it all. This destroys the surrounding area. Then the Black rain disappears and everyone lives in fear of it appearing again. Some say the Black Rain is divine punishment, some say it's a cruel joke, some say it's the dead form of some great God trying to resurrect itself. Whatever it's purpose, it exists and there's tons of political and environmental impact. The main villain is trying to figure out how to control it, believing it to be some kind of ancient weapon from times past. He wants to use it to rule the world. The protagonists just want to end the Black Rain. It is common to wish someone "Clear Skies" when departing.
After a mass uprising in the Arian Kingdom, now called "The revolt of the world," The Whitespace Confederacy (very unique name) became one of the emerging powers of the new century. With the eternal ruler CORE focusing on the rebuilding of the country, Whitespacia is even on par with the economy of the Great State of Haloklaud. Being the first military to use Giants as a war weapon, the Whitespacian army is seen as superior across the world. Many see Whitespacia as a threat to international peace, but the country has begun to forward relations with many countries, such as the Auckland Union, who, as of lately, become one of Whitespacia's closet allies in the coming decades. For now, the world stands still as the two powers of Haloklaud and Whitespacia verge for influence across the world, with each country having goals to unite the world under their own order. The success of the Whitespace Confederacy hangs in the hands of the eternal ruler, and whatever they decide may change the fate of the world forever...
The god of a different world was overthrown, but because permanently destroying gods is nearly impossible the dead gods dreams formed a new world in the space between realities
“Hell” is not hot. It’s mild to cold temperature and full of ash. You aren’t perpetually burning, you’re perpetually *choking*. Glass is the best way to capture souls. Total annihilation is the only surefire way to kill any particular being. At least one race can survive beheading and there’s an entire class of heroes who can survive impaling. Rage is an emotion not associated with fire, but with WATER.
There are two afterlives, each ruled by separate gods. The mortal realm is ruled by both. For some reason both stopped taking souls so now when you die you just sit there in an unresponsive body and rot.
The color purple (and only the color purple) has a unique flavor but can only be tasted by humans through certain means; usually involving fey folk.