LostHaven
Loser's queue is real and it's coming for you.
- Your life may have been fulfilling. Or, perhaps, it was one of colorlessness and anguish. Perhaps your thread was tragically cut short at the whim of the fates, or, unable to bear the innumerable sorrows that come with this agonizing lifetime, you've severed it yourself. Regardless of how and why, your life has ended. One moment, a bright light as the color fades from your wavering eyes, and in another moment, you find yourself here.
One moment, you were dead. And in another, you find yourself in a grand, yet crumbling chamber, brought back to tortured consciousness by some entity that calls itself Da'at.
Regardless of how shocked you are at memories of your possibly incredibly painful death, it isn't hard to connect the dots. This is a plot pulled straight out of the novels and manga of your past life. You were once a mundane, unassuming resident of a quiet and tranquil Earth. But, that was in the past. Whoever you were no longer mattered. The entity apologizes, and welcomes you to this new, crumbling world:
Eisar: A World Derelict of Even Death Itself
A world abandoned by the Heavenly Hosts, left to the cruel and inhuman devices of Devils and Old Gods. A dying and derelict world, left behind by even Death itself.
A world where humanity hangs, if only by a thin thread, threatening to give way and snap at any given moment. Here, the dead cannot truly die. Those whose lives expire soon rise, added to the ranks of undeath that stalk the hinterlands, forever lost and seeking to spread the plague of undeath. And, at the forefront of it all, the Necromancer shepherds the undead hordes, leading his legions against the living to snuff out all life, and consume Eisar in undeath.
Moreover, among the living, conflict is aflame in all fronts; Devils that charm unwitting souls into the ranks of their followers, Old Gods that seek to spread their unknowable agenda, and the innumerable demons that leak into the mortal world.
A stark difference from your old home. A forsaken place, where even hope has been snuffed.
All hope, save for the last few kindling.
That, is your role in this new world. The people here have all but lost even the tiniest inkling of hope, battling an endless war of attrition against that which does not tire, nor die. But you - you are not of this place. Having brought you back to life, the entity Da'at asks but one request of you.
Please, save us.
