History
The World of Morcrux was once a lush and beautiful world of non-magical beings living in harmony with the Celestial Gods that roamed the Physical Plane. The world had hope, a paradise of Eden safeguarded away by the Celestial Gods and places of worship flourished. Every creature believed in their gods with absolute devotion and their faith was rewarded. The weak were made strong, the feeble were imbued to be hardy, the simple grew smarter, the sicknesses of their lives healed through worship.
But this peace would not last forever.
For an unfathomable horror lurked from beyond the Ethereal Plane, a dimension that linked the universe to the unknown Primordial Abyss.
The Heralds of the Dark Gospel.
Cosmic horrors, twisted shapes of flesh, bone and metal wrapped by the abyss, ungodly power capable of instilling fear into the Celestial Gods. These beings of evil ripped the universe apart the unified dimension and splitting them into different levels of existence at their mere presence. The Celestial Gods, spurred into action, waged an eternal war against the Dark Gospel. But in the end, they were no match for their alien powers and flying machinations fueled by malice and pain. The Celestial Gods were defeated with their numbers lessed with each conflict bringing them to the edge of extinction.
Morcrux suffered the worse of this offense. The Heralds of the Dark Gospel, fueled by the petty lives of the peaceful creatures, transformed them into abominations, slaves to their dark master's and used against their once beloved makers. The Celestial Gods were no match for them, they fled. Locking themselves in Paradiso, a dimension created by the Almighty Creator God, the Celestial Gods were protected. But in their absence, evil had taken root across the Ethereal Planes and spilling into the Physical Plane of Morcrux.
Living their lives as slaves and monsters doing the bidding of their dark masters, the creatures of Morcrux were scarred, tortured, segregated, and wrought with such deep pain and malice, the world became inhospitable to all life. It is by chance something was born from this madness: Magic!
In their infancy, the creatures of Morcrux were discovered to have been born with an affinity to a life fueled energy commonly used by the abominable evil to keep their slaves in check. As centuries turn to thousands of years later, the people of Morcrux were awaken.
Magic had renewed the hope of Morcrux and inspired the Celestial Gods that remained to act. Enraged, boldened by the gods at their backs, lead by a mortal welding incredible power, the Dark Gospel were pushed back. Morcrux had gained an upperhand. The Dark Gospel were pressed beyond the Ethereal Planes and back through the Primordial Abyss from once they came. Sealing the dimension with Celestial Wards, the evil had been sealed away ... Forever.
Millennium later, the hero became the Luminous One, a living God in mortal flesh. But then, they vanished. The world was at peace and they were longer needed. The world experienced a new found freedom they've never seen before. A time of discovery and intrigue had replaced fear, horror and malice. Magic became a normal thing in their every day lives and what was left of their existence slowly returned into the fold.
Like all good things in this world, this peace was a mere breath in a long bloody history that will soon follow shortly after. War, pestilence, famine and death erupted into an already chaotic reality. The mortals fought amongst themselves in efforts to lay claim what was once free to all. Greed, selfishness and hatred had taken place in their hearts. The reality created by the Almighty Creator God had been poisoned by the presence of Dark Gospel. This poison had turned to grief and sorrow in the eyes of the Celestial Gods. They could no longer recognize their creations, so twisted by the corruption and influence of the Dark Gospel. The Gods stopped listening. Few gods ever hear the voices of their creations, but faith and devotion has clung to the few gods that remained hopeful or stubborn.
The imperial year is 775, on the continent of Norm. Life had evolved from simple creatures hunting and gathering for their keep to civilizations of industry and domestication. Leaderships born from tradition, new creatures becoming a unified people, cultures old and new existing together in this brand new world. The world is still as dangerous and conflicted, however, the peace is merely a mask for what lies beneath it.
As a new generation begins, new problems and solutions are created. As two empires fight for supremacy, others fight to simply for their survival.
As our story begins within the Providence of Shurifon, an empire at war with their nemesis, Fjornia. An unlikely duo will embark upon a journey that will change their lives (and their worlds) forever.
The World of Morcrux was once a lush and beautiful world of non-magical beings living in harmony with the Celestial Gods that roamed the Physical Plane. The world had hope, a paradise of Eden safeguarded away by the Celestial Gods and places of worship flourished. Every creature believed in their gods with absolute devotion and their faith was rewarded. The weak were made strong, the feeble were imbued to be hardy, the simple grew smarter, the sicknesses of their lives healed through worship.
But this peace would not last forever.
For an unfathomable horror lurked from beyond the Ethereal Plane, a dimension that linked the universe to the unknown Primordial Abyss.
The Heralds of the Dark Gospel.
Cosmic horrors, twisted shapes of flesh, bone and metal wrapped by the abyss, ungodly power capable of instilling fear into the Celestial Gods. These beings of evil ripped the universe apart the unified dimension and splitting them into different levels of existence at their mere presence. The Celestial Gods, spurred into action, waged an eternal war against the Dark Gospel. But in the end, they were no match for their alien powers and flying machinations fueled by malice and pain. The Celestial Gods were defeated with their numbers lessed with each conflict bringing them to the edge of extinction.
Morcrux suffered the worse of this offense. The Heralds of the Dark Gospel, fueled by the petty lives of the peaceful creatures, transformed them into abominations, slaves to their dark master's and used against their once beloved makers. The Celestial Gods were no match for them, they fled. Locking themselves in Paradiso, a dimension created by the Almighty Creator God, the Celestial Gods were protected. But in their absence, evil had taken root across the Ethereal Planes and spilling into the Physical Plane of Morcrux.
Living their lives as slaves and monsters doing the bidding of their dark masters, the creatures of Morcrux were scarred, tortured, segregated, and wrought with such deep pain and malice, the world became inhospitable to all life. It is by chance something was born from this madness: Magic!
In their infancy, the creatures of Morcrux were discovered to have been born with an affinity to a life fueled energy commonly used by the abominable evil to keep their slaves in check. As centuries turn to thousands of years later, the people of Morcrux were awaken.
Magic had renewed the hope of Morcrux and inspired the Celestial Gods that remained to act. Enraged, boldened by the gods at their backs, lead by a mortal welding incredible power, the Dark Gospel were pushed back. Morcrux had gained an upperhand. The Dark Gospel were pressed beyond the Ethereal Planes and back through the Primordial Abyss from once they came. Sealing the dimension with Celestial Wards, the evil had been sealed away ... Forever.
Millennium later, the hero became the Luminous One, a living God in mortal flesh. But then, they vanished. The world was at peace and they were longer needed. The world experienced a new found freedom they've never seen before. A time of discovery and intrigue had replaced fear, horror and malice. Magic became a normal thing in their every day lives and what was left of their existence slowly returned into the fold.
Like all good things in this world, this peace was a mere breath in a long bloody history that will soon follow shortly after. War, pestilence, famine and death erupted into an already chaotic reality. The mortals fought amongst themselves in efforts to lay claim what was once free to all. Greed, selfishness and hatred had taken place in their hearts. The reality created by the Almighty Creator God had been poisoned by the presence of Dark Gospel. This poison had turned to grief and sorrow in the eyes of the Celestial Gods. They could no longer recognize their creations, so twisted by the corruption and influence of the Dark Gospel. The Gods stopped listening. Few gods ever hear the voices of their creations, but faith and devotion has clung to the few gods that remained hopeful or stubborn.
The imperial year is 775, on the continent of Norm. Life had evolved from simple creatures hunting and gathering for their keep to civilizations of industry and domestication. Leaderships born from tradition, new creatures becoming a unified people, cultures old and new existing together in this brand new world. The world is still as dangerous and conflicted, however, the peace is merely a mask for what lies beneath it.
As a new generation begins, new problems and solutions are created. As two empires fight for supremacy, others fight to simply for their survival.
As our story begins within the Providence of Shurifon, an empire at war with their nemesis, Fjornia. An unlikely duo will embark upon a journey that will change their lives (and their worlds) forever.
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