Godlings, Whispers in the Void [OOC]

[BelGareth]

Godlings, Whispers in the Void

In the shadowed lands of Eldoris, where hope is a flickering candle in the relentless dark, an ancient and foreboding prophecy has stirred. It speaks of a cosmic balance, a force unyielding and cruel, that ensures no being, mortal or divine, can transcend their destined role without consequence. The time of reckoning whispered in those ancient verses has come to pass.

You were nothing but pawns, slaves bound in chains, living a bleak existence under a merciless regime. Your lives were a series of hardships, a symphony of suffering and despair. But in the darkest depths of your captivity, something extraordinary and terrifying occurred.

Far across the land, obscured by the mists of secrecy, a cabal of Kar-Gul sorcerers delved into forbidden rites. They sought to usurp the heavens, to steal the essence of the gods themselves. However, their blind ambition tore a rift in the fabric of reality, unleashing a cataclysmic backlash.

As the unseen energies of this cosmic upheaval swept across Eldoris, they found you. Inexplicably, you and a select few were ensnared in its eldritch embrace. When the dust settled, you awoke to a newfound horror. You were changed, imbued with powers that are as terrifying as they are potent.

But such gifts are a curse. In this darkened world, you are not alone in your transformation. Others have been touched by this otherworldly power - entities that now seek to extinguish all rival godlings to preserve their own ascension.

As you stand at the precipice of this nightmare, you are faced with dire choices. Will you use your dreadful powers to attempt a liberation of your brethren, embarking on a path of vengeance and rebellion? Or will you delve into the shadows, defending yourself against the malevolent godlings who believe the only path to supremacy lies over your lifeless bodies?

Your journey will be one of horror and despair. You will traverse cursed lands, confront abominations born from the darkest corners of the imagination, and uncover secrets that threaten to unravel the very fabric of your sanity. Trust is a scarce commodity, and every ally could be a potential foe.

Welcome to "Whispers in the Void," a campaign where the line between hero and monster is blurred. Your every decision will echo through the annals of this accursed world. Will you emerge as a beacon of defiance against the encroaching darkness, or will you be consumed by the very powers that you now wield?

Steel your nerves, for you are about to embark on a journey where horror lurks in every shadow, and the very essence of terror courses through your veins. Are you prepared to face the nightmares of Eldoris?

In the shadowed halls of time untold,

Where whispers speak of truths so bold,

A prophecy of ancient birth,

Foretells a shift upon the earth.

"When mortals dare to touch the sky,

And grasp at powers far too high,

A cosmic scale shall then impose,

A balance 'midst their highs and lows.

From depths of darkness, light shall rise,

In weakest forms, it dons disguise.
But heed this warning, those who yearn,

For unchecked power fiercely burns.

The rift shall tear both night and day,

Unleashing forces none can sway.

Gods and mortals, intertwined,

In their fate, the world's defined.

Chaos born from hubris' seed,

Shall find its match in mortal deed.

For every force that seeks to climb,

A counter rises in due time.

In shadows deep and whispers low,

The seeds of future fate we sow.

The balance shifts, the scales align,

In hearts of men, the gods' design."

So spoke the seers, old and wise,

Beneath the dark, foreboding skies.

In words of power, truth, and fear,

The prophecy remains clear.

A balance sought in realms unseen,

In this world, a new demesne.

A tale of power, dark and bright,

Unfolds beneath the starlit night.

Character generation
Write a fitting backstory, doesn't have to be long at all that will make me fall in love with your character.

I will choose from among these, and then when we move to the OOC, I will present players with the char gen rules (which will be fluid, and loosely based on 3.5, a kind of create your own class, aim for 3rd level)

Player	Sheet	speech	Stub
Archmage1	Ileana	?	Rogue Pyromancer
Ancient	Varag Fajahl	?	Half-Orc Lucky Bastard
Ilerien	Gideon 'The Raven' Eiluned	?	Swashbuckler // Vampire Spawn
Tyrann	Everett	?	Human Barb 2 / Totemist 3

Links

• Recruitment thread
• IC thread

[Ilerien]

Gideon will speak in crimson.

[Archmage1]

Ileana will snag firebrick red, as it seems appropriate. And is hopefully not too close to crimson.

[Ancient]

Varag will speak in Blue