DungeonsOfDread
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None remember the cataclysm that ripped our planet from a developing utopia into an age of darkness.
None remember the reasons predating the horror that shook the very foundations of the planet.
Perhaps none of it matters.
All that is known is this.
SURVIVAL AT ALL COSTS.
The year is unknown. Most of history was lost in the initial wake of the bombings. The world of yesterday is only a blueprint to the world of now. Most of the land is barren and dry, barely any vegetation has survived save for a few resilient weeds. Fresh water lakes and rivers have almost all run dry and the once beautiful oceans that once covered the planet have become too torrent and dangerous to transverse. An ominous amber haze covers every crack and crevice like an suffocating mist choking the world. Ruins of the past lie dormant scattering the land serving as a reminder to a once thriving culture.
The radiation caused from the aftermath of war has resulted in the complete blackout of all electronically based technology. Civilisation consists of small towns and villages run by powerful syndicates, each one as corrupt as the next. Famine is prevalent, civil unrest is a day to day occurrence and survival of the fittest becomes the only way to live.
A single currency has become the back bone for trade in most towns. The precious gem called Amaryite, rare, sparkling and highly sought after. It is measured in 'Kalnites' or Kal's for short which is a new weight system that was developed to keep those with power in power. Only the most powerful syndicates control the small underground mines of Amaryite and with them they hold all those under their charge within their iron grip. Bartering systems still exist but this seemingly harmless gem is most certainly the currency of choice.
In the wake of the Haze as it is known, certain individuals have risen above the evolutionary steps. Developing unique abilities that stretch the very limits of human performance, these 'Awakened' ones have become the very individuals that will shape the future of our world.
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*You awake from the dream, the same dream that has been plaguing you for months now; images of places you've never been and faces you've never seen flash across your mind. You can only recall one thing with absolute clarity, a word. One word. Tarath.*
*The small vehicle that used to be the primary form of transportation now serves as your temporary shelter for the night. The small coverings it provided was barely enough shelter from the recent dust storm that passed through during the evening. The dirt covered road lies one hundred meters east of you and it leads directly to the either 'Small Bridge' or 'Cartright', two small towns under the control of the 'Brock' Syndicate; not necessarily the worst but certainly not the best.*
None remember the reasons predating the horror that shook the very foundations of the planet.
Perhaps none of it matters.
All that is known is this.
SURVIVAL AT ALL COSTS.
The year is unknown. Most of history was lost in the initial wake of the bombings. The world of yesterday is only a blueprint to the world of now. Most of the land is barren and dry, barely any vegetation has survived save for a few resilient weeds. Fresh water lakes and rivers have almost all run dry and the once beautiful oceans that once covered the planet have become too torrent and dangerous to transverse. An ominous amber haze covers every crack and crevice like an suffocating mist choking the world. Ruins of the past lie dormant scattering the land serving as a reminder to a once thriving culture.
The radiation caused from the aftermath of war has resulted in the complete blackout of all electronically based technology. Civilisation consists of small towns and villages run by powerful syndicates, each one as corrupt as the next. Famine is prevalent, civil unrest is a day to day occurrence and survival of the fittest becomes the only way to live.
A single currency has become the back bone for trade in most towns. The precious gem called Amaryite, rare, sparkling and highly sought after. It is measured in 'Kalnites' or Kal's for short which is a new weight system that was developed to keep those with power in power. Only the most powerful syndicates control the small underground mines of Amaryite and with them they hold all those under their charge within their iron grip. Bartering systems still exist but this seemingly harmless gem is most certainly the currency of choice.
In the wake of the Haze as it is known, certain individuals have risen above the evolutionary steps. Developing unique abilities that stretch the very limits of human performance, these 'Awakened' ones have become the very individuals that will shape the future of our world.
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*You awake from the dream, the same dream that has been plaguing you for months now; images of places you've never been and faces you've never seen flash across your mind. You can only recall one thing with absolute clarity, a word. One word. Tarath.*
*The small vehicle that used to be the primary form of transportation now serves as your temporary shelter for the night. The small coverings it provided was barely enough shelter from the recent dust storm that passed through during the evening. The dirt covered road lies one hundred meters east of you and it leads directly to the either 'Small Bridge' or 'Cartright', two small towns under the control of the 'Brock' Syndicate; not necessarily the worst but certainly not the best.*
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