Post by ShoddyProduct on Apr 17, 2023 23:11:36 GMT
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We called it the Traveler, and its arrival changed us forever. The Traveler brought with it the Light. A potent, paracausal energy, capable of terraforming worlds in hours. The journey to the Moon went from three days to mere minutes. Great cities were built on Mars and Venus, bastions of human accomplishment, testaments to the Light. Mercury became a garden world. Human lifespan tripled. It was a time of miracles. We stared out at the galaxy and knew that it was our destiny to walk in the light of other stars.
With the gift of the Light, came the discovery of Darkness. Where the Light prevailed over the physical world, changing reality at an atomic level at ease, the Darkness found its domain in the mental, and the emotional, realm. The Darkness called to our ambitions, played on our emotions and demanded control of them, or we would be lost. Some were, but others capitalized on this power. This metaphysical power gave birth to the Exos, human beings transferred into robotic bodies, repairable and revivable through backups of their memories. Through the Darkness, memory loss became a forgotten thing, and the lines between the physical world and the mental became blurred.
The Golden Age lasted for centuries. In this time of exploration, discovery, and innovation, we met the Awoken, a humanoid people who had independently discovered the Light and the Darkness long before we, some of whom had mastered it. It was a time of peace, harmony, and growth, as the solar system truly became ours. Humanity thrived, on the balance between Light and Darkness.
But the Traveler had an enemy. A force wielding Darkness like a weapon, which had hunted it for eons across the black gulfs of space. Centuries after our Golden Age began, this Force in the Darkness found us. And that was the end of everything.
The Collapse was brutal, and quick. We lost contact with our outer colonies, on Io and Titan, in the first wave, forcing the Traveler to flee from Io to Earth. Armies descended on Mars, rendering the Warmind, Rasputin, inadequate to stop the invasion. The Moon was lost to the waves of the Hive, as a Pyramid ship landed there as a forward base of the final assault on Earth and the Traveler.
In a final gasp for humanity, the Traveler stood its ground. In a burst of Light, the purveyors of our Collapse were pushed beyond the system, and rendered dormant. In this final stand, the Traveler expended much of its light, going dormant as well, just above the Earth’s surface. As a final gift to the people it had blessed, it released the Ghosts.
Some of those who had died in the Collapse were reborn in the Light, turned Risen by the Ghosts from the Traveler, given the Light to wield as a weapon and tool through the elements. Others, survivors, leaned into the Darkness, recognizing that it was not at fault for the Collapse, gaining a mastery over the metaphysical, and the psychological. Some practiced both.
The Dark Age began soon after the Collapse. Risen, wielding the Light, and Survivors, wielding the Darkness, came to use their powers for their own gain. Warlords, conquerors, all fighting to rule the ruined world under their power, all the while the regular people fought to survive. It was a time of chaos and upheaval. There was no safety, nor peace. Only destruction, and combat.
The Dark Age was a time of tumult, of upheaval and destruction. It was a time where what made us who we were during the Golden Age was uprooted, and forgotten in the ensuing chaos. Lightbearers and Darkness Wielders brought their power to bear over those who did not have the privilege or gift for either power. To protect them, rose the Iron Lords, Risen and Adepts alike who swore themselves to the protection of the people, and to uphold values thought lost in the Collapse.
From the shadow of the Traveler, the Iron Lords set the standard. Their numbers swelled, and their influence spread. Communities turned to villages, villages to towns, towns to cities. The Iron Lords established their titles, ruling through strength and compassion, unbending will but dedicated to serving their people. Thus began the Silver Age.
A time of relative peace, though conflict has not been forgotten. Much has been, such as space travel, industrial manufacturing, interplanetary travel. We live in the ruins of the Golden Age, and struggle against the Hive, the Fallen, and even ourselves, to reach the heights we once stood atop. Perhaps one day, a second Golden Age will begin. For now, though, we survive.
Last Edit: Apr 21, 2023 1:04:06 GMT by ShoddyProduct
Lady Viarri & Ignus Fatuus Will-o-Wisp, shortened to Willow
Age:152
Search Time: 348 Earth years
Race: Awoken
Skills: I am not proficient with Golden Age Human technology, unfortunately. This has led to Viarri taking a “burn it down” approach when faced with obstacles. I am, however, proficient in predicting enemy movements, battlefield analysis, risk analysis, and strategic planning.
Domain: Light
Notable Events: When I was separated from We, I was both lost, and filled with purpose. Confused, and yet sure of what I must do. It was morbid, wonderful work, searching through the lost Humans. Fantastically dreadful, searching through the dead, trying to find my Chosen, the one who would wield the Light through me.
I, unlike most, started away from Earth. The homeworld and last bastion of Humanity. It was crowded, choked with the dead, and many of us were searching there. The Light called me elsewhere, and so I left for the Moon. The Darkness was thick there, an uncomfortable warmth blanketing Luna. I spent most of my time there, avoiding the Hive, and searching the Lunar facilities for my Chosen.
Eventually, the Light called me back to Earth. I can only assume it was after my Chosen had finally arrived on the planet and passed. That death was simply an inconvenience, as most are, now. It is my understanding that the Traveler did not want me to meet my Chosen in a capacity where I would have known her before her rebirth, as the Awoken arrived after I had left. In any case, the Light guided me to my Chosen then, and we have worked together ever since.
Backstory:Waking up that very first time was scary, and confusing. I mean, I had a little robot going on about some sort of Traveler, something about Light and Darkness and having been dead for a long time, and when you’ve spent at least a few centuries dead, getting all of that thrown at you all at once can be really confusing. It gets worse when you’re told you’ve been dead, but you don’t remember ever dying, or anything before dying. Real existential dread territory, that.
I’m pretty sure my name is- was- Viarri. It’s certainly stuck in my head, and it feels familiar when I say it. Willow isn’t sure who I was before, either, so I’ve stuck with Viarri now. Suppose it wouldn’t be too difficult to change it if I really felt like it, but getting everyone else on the same page would be tough.
Anyways, I woke up with Willow somewhere in South America. Hard to say where, now, considering most landmarks are gone and every city has been reduced to scrap, but we knew where we were because you could see the Traveler on the horizon. Ignus told me that I was brought back to protect what was left, but that’s a pretty vague goal overall. In the end, we decided to head to the Traveler, see if we could find anyone else like us, see if there was something to be done that way.
It took a lot longer than expected, finding people we could help. Most of it was ruined camps, roving bands of bandits, and the Fallen. The latter two had basically picked the area clean, scraped up every bit of everything they could find for their own selfish little reasons. I died quite a bit, during all that, on account of being mostly alone for it. Willow did good though, picked me back up and stayed safe.
Once we got closer, things got a little more organized. People, Risen and otherwise, all camped out beneath the Traveler, the savior of humanity. If not for it, we wouldn’t be around, so it makes sense everyone flocked there. Made it prime raiding territory, though, for those bandits, and Warlords too, the people in charge of the bandits. I don’t get how they could turn the Light on people so close to the Traveler, but absolute power corrupts, etcetera.
Y’know, immortality really starts to set in when you find yourself fighting side by side with your own kid. I guess the Risen who actually try to keep people safe are inspiring like that, but it’s scary. Your own flesh and blood, risking their life, except the one thing that would let them do that is the one thing you can’t give them, the one thing they can’t inherit from you. The relief I felt, once things started getting more organized, when more Risen showed up… I can’t put it into words.
Between the amount of people showing up to the Traveler, and the lands around it, and the number of Risen that actually wanted to help people, things started to get better. We started patrolling territory, marking out our little zones, helping keep the people in our territory safe, cooperating with each other. They tried calling us kings and queens at first, but it felt wrong. We hold authority, yeah, but that authority comes from the Light, and the Darkness, depending on who you are, not from anything inherent about us. Anyways, we ended up coming to an agreement on Lords. The Iron part came later, once we got more established, since steel manufacturing is a pain in the ass without the facilities to actually do that. Maybe one day we’ll get the promotion.
Skills: I am not proficient with Golden Age Human technology, unfortunately. This has led to Viarri taking a “burn it down” approach when faced with obstacles. I am, however, proficient in predicting enemy movements, battlefield analysis, risk analysis, and strategic planning.
Notable Events: When I was separated from We, I was both lost, and filled with purpose. Confused, and yet sure of what I must do. It was morbid, wonderful work, searching through the lost Humans. Fantastically dreadful, searching through the dead, trying to find my Chosen, the one who would wield the Light through me.
I, unlike most, started away from Earth. The homeworld and last bastion of Humanity. It was crowded, choked with the dead, and many of us were searching there. The Light called me elsewhere, and so I left for the Moon. The Darkness was thick there, an uncomfortable warmth blanketing Luna. I spent most of my time there, avoiding the Hive, and searching the Lunar facilities for my Chosen.
Eventually, the Light called me back to Earth. I can only assume it was after my Chosen had finally arrived on the planet and passed. That death was simply an inconvenience, as most are, now. It is my understanding that the Traveler did not want me to meet my Chosen in a capacity where I would have known her before her rebirth, as the Awoken arrived after I had left. In any case, the Light guided me to my Chosen then, and we have worked together ever since.
Chosen: Lady Viarri, Iron Lord
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Last Edit: Apr 30, 2023 2:32:08 GMT by ShoddyProduct