Fantasy Lusus Naturae Terra

[HauntedMinds]

This a RP that centers around the subconscious world of monstrous creatures that the humans have despised from the start of the Creation War thousands of years ago. Once the mankind won against the very creatures and deities they created; they banished them into a realm of darkness that held no order within itself. Over the centuries, the war was forgotten and soon... It was considered nothing more than a delirious dream their ancestors created to explain the national disasters they experienced or something created to just entertain themselves with. The monsters, however, didn't forget the war or the fact that humans existed. When a human fell asleep, they entered the realm they subjugated their creations to. Those who fell into states of permanent rest, known comas, or even temporary states of catatonic rest risked being found by monsters wanting to be human or by the Hollows.


The Hollows are what monsters call monsters. Creatures who forgot everything about themselves and hunt for a person to become. Someone who they can absorb to feel real again. They live in the abyss of pure darkness that surrounds the four empires of the monsters's lands. In comparison, their large empires are nothing more than a small, drifting island in a infinite sea of blackness. Hollows desire nothing more than the chance to become a part of this salvation through the means of becoming one of the people who already live in it.


People who are interested can create a max of four characters however, one character must be human. I'm looking for people interested in joining in and helping to create a plot line for this RP. Though, the central theme is that the human characters are looking for a way to wake up. Comment here if you're interested in becoming a part of this RP.

 

[Aridis]

I'm interested!

 

[HauntedMinds]

You can join if you want.

 

[HauntedMinds]

War of Creation

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In a realm covered in darkness and swaddled in the dismal abyss of chaos, civilization forcefully grew out of this corrupted soil of a nightmare. Even with a form of rule, life was filled with strife and anxiety for a variety of reasons in one's life. The fear of being devoured by creatures who long since forgot who they were, panic to where one was to rest their head without selling themselves, to the noblest of concerns of what sort of appetizer should be served first. However, a place with a life of strain was better than being lost in the encroaching darkness that surround the only sort of peace in a world of eternal shadows.


Once upon a time, the inhabitants of this world lived in a world of order and light. A place where they didn't fear the idea of losing themselves to the Void. It was a place that created not only these poor creatures, but the people who made them. The realm where mankind held dominion above all other forces crowding them. Reality, that was the name given to the creatures's lost home. It was a place that didn't exist at first, leaving human minds to create some of the most amazing creatures thought of. It also left them to create their own nightmares. Without any sort of barrier life would spring up from the very thoughts and desires of men. From gods ranging in power to abominations that seemed unstoppable... Anything was possible for them. However, with such diverse life, different cultures and views started to lead towards conflict.


One group claims the other is a heretical movement, and the other soon declares the same right back. It was nothing more than a power struggle between men and their dreams as both side believed they were right. No one means any actual harm, however delirious zealots enjoy taking thing this meaningless argument into a holy war.


It's hard to say who started the fighting. In all honesty, it's easier both sides did. One can be blamed for the initial attack and other can be blamed for the violent response. But, a war did break out between man and his creativity. The gods called it The War of Creation. It was filled with bloodshed as monsters and men fought to rip themselves to bone. At first, it seemed as though mankind, the creators of these people, would face extinction. That they would be killed and soon forgotten as if their life nothing more than a fleeting dream. This would be their final legacy to a world that would forget them... Maybe it was that horrifying thought that gave them strength, or humans are simply determined to keep existing. It could have been a number of things, pick or choose, whatever it was it turned the tides of battle to their favor.


Man created monsters. His mind allowed them to take form and breath as he shaped their blank bodies. It is his mind that allowed them to destroy their existence without lifting a blade. It started slowly, like a sickness creeping its way into a village. A few monsters would vanish without a single trace. No signs of abandonment for the cause or death. Soon, they were forgotten. No one paid much mind to this, not even the gods who pledge to help the creatures win. However, generals soon vanished the same way. People who had no involvement were first to be wiped out completely. Then, it was entire races. The gods only acknowledged this sudden turn as one of their own was soon erased from reality... By that point, it was too late. The humans outnumbered the remaining masses, and in one swift move.


They forgot their creations. What was left of their existence was the stories the humans passed down. It was the only link that they couldn't seem to cut to the beings they made. However, it didn't save the creatures they damned. It only prolonged their suffering as it kept them in a void of darkness...