Post by Ghostly on Feb 23, 2023 18:50:07 GMT
NOVA
Much that was is now lost, as none who remember now live. Our past exists only in the songs of our ancestors and the legends we tell.
Thousands of years ago, in the Age of the Arcane, the planets sung together in the harmony of magic. Great empires were built and the people prospered. In time, great starships were created to ferry these people between worlds so their knowledge and cultures could be shared and improved.
Not all was good in this time, some worlds were governed by tyrants. Magic users who enslaved the mundane for power and domination. They warred against those who stood against them, leaving great scars across many worlds. The fires of war threatened to engulf the entire galaxy until the Arcanophage.
No one is certain what triggered the so-called “death of magic.” Modern scholars who believe in the Age of Arcane posit that it may have been the result of a massive surge of tachyons released by the utilization of magic in weapons of mass destruction. Others called it divine intervention, a punishment for the sins of mortals. Perhaps it was simply chance or fate. The reason and cause matter not, the aftermath of this event shaped the galaxy’s future.
Magic was gone - presumably forever. Mages first found their powers diminished, then taxing to use before leaving their bodies void of all light. Starships fell from the sky and crashed upon shores both near and far. All power bestowed by magic, within both man and machine alike - failed and faded away. A dark age fell upon the galaxy as the worlds stood alone, their races reduced to a level of technology so low some thought that they could never recover.
Some never did.
But from the dark, the brave and cunning few learned to harness the powers present in the natural world to rebuild. An era of scientific enlightenment was ignited across dozens of worlds, where many fields of study once thought dull and fruitless revealed pathways to the future.
The ability to create and innovate was now in the hands of the masses, not secluded in the halls of magic and restricted by those few who controlled it. In time what once had been was restored - but the children of these survivors did not want to simply bring back what was.
They wanted to go beyond, to seek horizons farther than their forefathers had dreamed of.
And so they did.
They reached, dared to reach beyond what had been done before and share their achievement with the galaxy. As time went on, the worlds slowly reconnected - races both familiar and foreign made themselves known and together they looked towards the future.
The galaxy is vast, its wonders and beauty are almost unfathomable. But the galaxy also hides dark secrets, some of which have laid dormant since the beginning of time itself, waiting to show their hand.
The reawakening of magic was one such secret.
Four standard years ago, magic began to show itself again. Small things at first, as if it was stirring slowly - children showing slight signs of precognition or telepathy, a stray spell or phenomenon. It didn’t take long for magic to begin to ramp up - as if once mortals began to acknowledge it, it in return noticed them. It wasn’t everywhere of course and not everyone felt it again, but there was no denying it was back.
We have yet to see how the galaxy will change with this new force spreading throughout the stars. For those living in such a time, it is in their hands to decide where this path will take us.
Slowly, you stir.
It is the familiar hum of a starship drive that first invades your dreams - dreams of home and of soft things. The sound reverberates through the floor and into your head, not a terrible feeling at first but as the headache begins to set in you can't bear it anymore. Although your arms still feel heavy and weak from your slumber you managed to push your face off the floor and you open your eyes.
You are in a energy cell, and you are not alone.
Around you there are a number of others, similarly splayed out across the floor of this cage. You do not remember boarding a vessel, at least you don't think you remember it. Your memories are hard to gather, the fuzziness between your lobes still won't dissipate. The cell is damp and dark, the air is humid and almost oily - it leaves a strange taste in your mouth with each breath you take.
Your eyes slowly adjust to the low light, and slowly you begin to survey further. You are in a large room, a door lies ahead of your cage and another door lines up on the opposite wall. There is a second cage next to yours - strange, as there is more than enough room for all of you in a single cage with no one touching the energy bars that surround you - the kind that make your whole body shake and leave your skin singed with even the smallest touch.
You look further and spot something in the shadows, a being. On shaky legs you step closer to the edge of the cell to focus on this figure. It is a dead man, hanging from the ceiling from chains on his wrists. The man looks broken, his clothes and skin bloodied and left a mess as he hangs - but underneath all of that there is something. Something familiar, although you can't exactly place how you know, you still feel as if you know who he is.
A captain? That feels right, but who's ship?
You study his face for a few moments, trying to draw together your thoughts. A raspy breath breaks your concentration as the captain pulls in what air he can into his stale lungs. He doesn't seem to notice you - for now. You know him, you're certain of it.
And you know you must escape.
Welcome to Nova, a sci-fi magic adventure. More details on the background and lore will be posted in the OOC thread, but I purposefully left the world open and vast to allow worldbuilding and creativity from players. If you have any questions you can send them my way on Discord. For the first arc, I'll probably keep the player count a bit smaller. I might decide to cut it off depending on the turn out but there will be a chance for more soon. I'm very excited and open to all kinds of ideas, but I do reserve the right to veto some more extreme choices.
I'd like to keep the this RP rolling pretty smoothly, with daily posts if possible even if they're short. While it isn't set in stone, if you can't keep up and people are waiting on you for too long your character might have to be shelved for a bit (you'll likely still have a chance to come back, but the story will keep going.)
Feel free to adjust the CS as you like, as long as the basics are there and the character is cool I'm happy!
(Portrait goes here.)
Name:
Age:
Race:
Background:
Appearance:
Much that was is now lost, as none who remember now live. Our past exists only in the songs of our ancestors and the legends we tell.
Thousands of years ago, in the Age of the Arcane, the planets sung together in the harmony of magic. Great empires were built and the people prospered. In time, great starships were created to ferry these people between worlds so their knowledge and cultures could be shared and improved.
Not all was good in this time, some worlds were governed by tyrants. Magic users who enslaved the mundane for power and domination. They warred against those who stood against them, leaving great scars across many worlds. The fires of war threatened to engulf the entire galaxy until the Arcanophage.
No one is certain what triggered the so-called “death of magic.” Modern scholars who believe in the Age of Arcane posit that it may have been the result of a massive surge of tachyons released by the utilization of magic in weapons of mass destruction. Others called it divine intervention, a punishment for the sins of mortals. Perhaps it was simply chance or fate. The reason and cause matter not, the aftermath of this event shaped the galaxy’s future.
Magic was gone - presumably forever. Mages first found their powers diminished, then taxing to use before leaving their bodies void of all light. Starships fell from the sky and crashed upon shores both near and far. All power bestowed by magic, within both man and machine alike - failed and faded away. A dark age fell upon the galaxy as the worlds stood alone, their races reduced to a level of technology so low some thought that they could never recover.
Some never did.
But from the dark, the brave and cunning few learned to harness the powers present in the natural world to rebuild. An era of scientific enlightenment was ignited across dozens of worlds, where many fields of study once thought dull and fruitless revealed pathways to the future.
The ability to create and innovate was now in the hands of the masses, not secluded in the halls of magic and restricted by those few who controlled it. In time what once had been was restored - but the children of these survivors did not want to simply bring back what was.
They wanted to go beyond, to seek horizons farther than their forefathers had dreamed of.
And so they did.
They reached, dared to reach beyond what had been done before and share their achievement with the galaxy. As time went on, the worlds slowly reconnected - races both familiar and foreign made themselves known and together they looked towards the future.
The galaxy is vast, its wonders and beauty are almost unfathomable. But the galaxy also hides dark secrets, some of which have laid dormant since the beginning of time itself, waiting to show their hand.
The reawakening of magic was one such secret.
Four standard years ago, magic began to show itself again. Small things at first, as if it was stirring slowly - children showing slight signs of precognition or telepathy, a stray spell or phenomenon. It didn’t take long for magic to begin to ramp up - as if once mortals began to acknowledge it, it in return noticed them. It wasn’t everywhere of course and not everyone felt it again, but there was no denying it was back.
We have yet to see how the galaxy will change with this new force spreading throughout the stars. For those living in such a time, it is in their hands to decide where this path will take us.
Slowly, you stir.
It is the familiar hum of a starship drive that first invades your dreams - dreams of home and of soft things. The sound reverberates through the floor and into your head, not a terrible feeling at first but as the headache begins to set in you can't bear it anymore. Although your arms still feel heavy and weak from your slumber you managed to push your face off the floor and you open your eyes.
You are in a energy cell, and you are not alone.
Around you there are a number of others, similarly splayed out across the floor of this cage. You do not remember boarding a vessel, at least you don't think you remember it. Your memories are hard to gather, the fuzziness between your lobes still won't dissipate. The cell is damp and dark, the air is humid and almost oily - it leaves a strange taste in your mouth with each breath you take.
Your eyes slowly adjust to the low light, and slowly you begin to survey further. You are in a large room, a door lies ahead of your cage and another door lines up on the opposite wall. There is a second cage next to yours - strange, as there is more than enough room for all of you in a single cage with no one touching the energy bars that surround you - the kind that make your whole body shake and leave your skin singed with even the smallest touch.
You look further and spot something in the shadows, a being. On shaky legs you step closer to the edge of the cell to focus on this figure. It is a dead man, hanging from the ceiling from chains on his wrists. The man looks broken, his clothes and skin bloodied and left a mess as he hangs - but underneath all of that there is something. Something familiar, although you can't exactly place how you know, you still feel as if you know who he is.
A captain? That feels right, but who's ship?
You study his face for a few moments, trying to draw together your thoughts. A raspy breath breaks your concentration as the captain pulls in what air he can into his stale lungs. He doesn't seem to notice you - for now. You know him, you're certain of it.
And you know you must escape.
Welcome to Nova, a sci-fi magic adventure. More details on the background and lore will be posted in the OOC thread, but I purposefully left the world open and vast to allow worldbuilding and creativity from players. If you have any questions you can send them my way on Discord. For the first arc, I'll probably keep the player count a bit smaller. I might decide to cut it off depending on the turn out but there will be a chance for more soon. I'm very excited and open to all kinds of ideas, but I do reserve the right to veto some more extreme choices.
I'd like to keep the this RP rolling pretty smoothly, with daily posts if possible even if they're short. While it isn't set in stone, if you can't keep up and people are waiting on you for too long your character might have to be shelved for a bit (you'll likely still have a chance to come back, but the story will keep going.)
Feel free to adjust the CS as you like, as long as the basics are there and the character is cool I'm happy!
(Portrait goes here.)
Name:
Age:
Race:
Background:
Appearance: