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A World Abandoned By God
This is Eisar. Regardless of how you remember Earth, this is your home now. Epoch ago, the Heavenly Hosts vanished, leaving the world devoid of a God, or its angelic guardians. The realm above closed its doors to us, and in absence of heavenly light the darkness prospered. Malign and unnatural forces, once kept at bay seeped outward unto the world. Though there were no more Angels to drive back the abyssal creatures for us, none left to guide our departed souls to the afterlife, mankind clung unto fleeting hope. Though we lacked power, the ingenuity of man in the face of adversity was far from lacking, and our inventions and weapons of mass destruction made the long war seem almost even, until Death itself aided our enemy.
In midst mountains of corpses, they emerged: the Necromancer, bringing with him legions of the undying. Though we were no stranger to the curse of undeath before, the risen were naught but shambling corpses, aimless, lost husks with no purpose left within their empty, rotted shells. But, like a shepherd, the Necromancer drove them forward. Instilled upon the countless dead a single, bloody purpose. To annihilate the last remnants of humanity.
His inexorable crusade marched for decades, centuries. But against an enemy whose numbers never dwindled, and only grew with each kill, a war of attrition was never feasible. Humanity is now but a fraction of what they once were, fighting desperately to protect the last kindling of hope standing between them, and extinction.
This is Eisar. Regardless of how you remember Earth, this is your home now. Epoch ago, the Heavenly Hosts vanished, leaving the world devoid of a God, or its angelic guardians. The realm above closed its doors to us, and in absence of heavenly light the darkness prospered. Malign and unnatural forces, once kept at bay seeped outward unto the world. Though there were no more Angels to drive back the abyssal creatures for us, none left to guide our departed souls to the afterlife, mankind clung unto fleeting hope. Though we lacked power, the ingenuity of man in the face of adversity was far from lacking, and our inventions and weapons of mass destruction made the long war seem almost even, until Death itself aided our enemy.
In midst mountains of corpses, they emerged: the Necromancer, bringing with him legions of the undying. Though we were no stranger to the curse of undeath before, the risen were naught but shambling corpses, aimless, lost husks with no purpose left within their empty, rotted shells. But, like a shepherd, the Necromancer drove them forward. Instilled upon the countless dead a single, bloody purpose. To annihilate the last remnants of humanity.
His inexorable crusade marched for decades, centuries. But against an enemy whose numbers never dwindled, and only grew with each kill, a war of attrition was never feasible. Humanity is now but a fraction of what they once were, fighting desperately to protect the last kindling of hope standing between them, and extinction.
Eisar has become a wasteland polluted by death. What was once presumably a prosperous and vibrant world has been reduced to naught but a grey waste. Standing between humanity, and the innumerable hordes of undead is the last bastion of mankind; the fortress city 'Elysium'. Under constant siege from the dead, the funeral pyres of Elysium burn eternal, and the roar of metalworks and the clashing of steel ring ever onward as the last remnants of humanity fight day after day in an endless bid for survival.
However, as is the norm, unity is still but a far-off dream. The residents of the city are torn apart by Devil cults, constant unrest, whilst the High Lord of the city rules with a merciless iron fist - for such is the price paid to ensure yet another day of survival.
Despite its name, Elysium is no sanctum. Its walls are repaired as quickly as they are torn apart by the dead, and the silent conflicts within threaten to tear apart the city just as much as the undead clawing at its gates. However, it is still better than nothing - and you would do well to quickly accustom yourself to your new home.
Important NPCs
Despised by many, the High Lord, Lucille, rules Elysium with a cruel and merciless edict. Those that sew disorder within the city are executed without a second thought, and countless more are sacrificed in the name of preservation. However, given the situation, her heavy-handedness and merciless conviction is understandable to many.
In the end, it is not her 'heartless' methods that earns her the majority of the hatred from the people, but rather the appointment of the Head Knight.
It is well known that the Knight Captain and de-facto military leader is not human. Day after day, the 72nd Seat, the Righteous Earl Andromalius, fights tirelessly at the front lines of Elysium's defense against the undead. Despite his indispensable contributions to the continued survival of Elysium, it is inevitable that many view Devils, him included, as an enemy of humanity.
He whole-heartedly feels sympathy for humanity, and has thusly made a contract with High Lord Lucille and became her knight, but it is entirely unclear what he is to gain from this relationship. No matter how 'righteous', Devils are still 'Evil' by nature, and it is a direct contradiction for one to act outside of personal interest.
Just what does exactly Andromalius gain from preserving humanity?
You awaken in the halls of what appears to be a church, left in severe disrepair. The people of Elysium once prayed here, hoping that God would hear their pleas of suffering and, in his divine mercy, open the gates of Heaven once more.
Yet, he never answered. And thus, they stopped praying.
All but a single woman.Lord Inquisitor
Hope? A poison. It's a potent venom that drives good men mad, and madmen to ever increasing heights of insanity. The people here need not hope of a brighter future, but the cold, hard assurance of tomorrow. Caelan, the Black Serpent
Name: Caelan
Title/s: The Black Serpent, Devil's Bane, Baphomet's End
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Personality: Caelan is cold and seemingly utterly indifferent to Eisar's crisis. Thus, he is oddly carefree and high-spirited compared to the others within Elysium, carrying out his extermination orders with a certain spring in his step that the rest have all but lost. In fact, he doesn't seem to care much for anything, jokingly stating that humanity probably deserved what they got. Despite this, he still does his utmost to preserve them, claiming that Eisar would be no fun with just a load of corpses.
The Immortal Omen
This world can change. The cycle can be broken. But, it won't be done by our hands, I'm afraid. Marianne, the Alabaster Corpse
Name: Marianne Nyx Llewellyn
Title/s: The Alabaster Corpse, Elysian Death Knight
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Alignment: True Neutral
Personality: The Pale Maiden wears a cryptic smile, and her manner of speech is equally as undecipherable. Sometimes, a sadistic glint shows through in midst of battle, but besides that, she is about as enigmatic as one could possibly be. Appears to know a great deal of Eisar's lost history and of the realms outside of Eisar, but only speaks of them in riddles and bizarre, off-handed comments.
The 49th Seat
It's a contract, then. I shall grant you technologies once lost to time, and in return, you should put on an amusing show for me, hmm? Crocell, the Devil of Creation
Name: Crocell
Title/s: The Devil of Creation, Duke of Invention
Age: Unknown. Appears to be in early 30's.
Gender: Male
Alignment: True Neutral
Personality: Of all the Devils, the 49th Seat, the Duke of Invention Crocell is on the most friendly terms with mortals. Even before Eisar's fall, Duke Crocell is known to grant knowledge to his conjurers for but a small price, and even in face of Eisar's end, Crocell remains ever generous, granting plethora of lost technologies to Elysium, asking in return only to 'give him a good show', and something about enjoying the mortal life himself. It is unlikely that his motives are that of compassion, but there's no harm in accepting the eccentrically friendly Devil's offer, right?
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