Doomyfish23
"Honey!!! Wheres my Supersuit?"
For nearly six centuries now the twin nations of Thandrell and Vulkan have been at odds. Once they were one nation, the Great empire of Thuell, but since its fall at the hands of the Sorcerers guild the two nations have taken divergent paths. Only ever agreeing on one thing…Magic must remain taboo. Perhaps it was due to the disaster that felled the great empire of Theull, Perhaps it was the ruling class wanting to solidify their rule. Whatever the case magic and its use has been illegal, and punishable by death for the past six hundred years. Maybe that is why they were caught so far off guard.
It started in Thandrell, A gathering of Necromancers. They somehow managed to slip past the inquisition and Ignited a potent ritual within a mausoleum. The dead rose and began to convert many to their deathless cause. To Thandrell’s credit their initial defense and subsequent counter attack against the hordes was swift and powerful, Several of the necromancers were killed, but not all. As their initial assault broke their fallen would rise into the ranks and would be lead against the rest of the nation many would flee for their lives many others would stand and fight. But the hordes marched ever forward unwavering in the face of the desperate people’s efforts.
Seven years have passed since the mausoleum rose and the nation of Thandrell fell. The bitter rival nation of Vulkan has lined its army along the narrow coastal mountain pass and refuses to allow refugees through. On the opposite side of the border, Driscol, the last city of Thendrell stands defiant. The nobles and Commoners fights alongside one another and their desperation has begun to show. The city of Driscol has rescinded its ban on magics, it has cast aside its pride and even begs Vulkan for help. The Growing Tension has caused the citizens of Vulkan to grow divided with half of them pushing to let the refugees through and half pushing to march the army in and finish their enemy.
Tensions grow on both sides, many within Driscol have begun preparing to Rush the Vulkanian Lines and try to force their way in. While many in the courts of Vulkan have begun musing the idea of a new king being appointed, though never openly. Meanwhile the people of both nations suffer, Those of Thandrell Have lost nearly everything, and cling desperately to life. While those of Vulkan have been lied too about the truth of the matter, and unknowingly help to fester the poison that may well kill them too. Meanwhile the forces of the rest of the world watch on with caution. Good people Bleed and Die, only to rise and turn on those they protected, Bad people With no where to run turn on their fellow man. It is like hell, only one can still find innocence and life here, struggling against the very forces of death. The question is, will life prevail?
(Hello everyone, this is a little short story idea i had in mind that id like to turn into an RP. Its Low Fantasy zombie Storyline. This story will have many faces, Nobles and courtly activities. Badass knights trying to save the day. common folk given a spear and put in a line to face the horror. Even long persecuted magic users who are coming out of the woodwork to fight for their own survival as well. Plenty of room for creativity. That said a few things ill cover here and any other questions you may have ill try and address as you ask.
1.) how big is the world? Well the planet is big, but the map only covers about 200 miles. One could travel from one side of the map to the other in a week with a horse, or 3 days with an endurance horse (one trained for long sprints)
2.) power levels? Magic has been banned for 600 years. So theres no magic schools or anything like that. Mages are usually self taught and honed in the shadows. That said while powerful mages are far from immortal, after all they have kinda been getting wrecked for centuries they can still pack a hell of a punch. Think DND mages, with no magic users being above a level 5-6.
3.) tech level? Sadly black powder is not a thing here. Guns and cannons dont exist. Crossbows are about the pinnacle of military technology. Wagons and horses are the transportation norm, and ships as well.
Thats all for now, if you have any questions please ask.
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