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  1. Something scary was passing through the tiny underground cabbage kingdom. There was a wild and baseless rumor of a dangerous recipie comming to destroy them all. The common folk laughed. They knew they tasted bad. They wanted their peaceful lives minding their own business. But the Elite and intelligence services of the cabbage kingdom knew better. They gathered to discuss what they had found. It was a good thing no children were here, they’d be in tears. With heavy hearts the Oligarchy decided the people shouldn’t know. But this terrible monster had to be stopped. They would send an army. An army of assorted Cabbages with assorted Skills whom they could afford to lose, to destroy the source of power this great terrible beast would be using. With their lives, homes, and people on the line, they set out to destroy this nightmare. They crawled from their homes one night wishing their families good bye. They knew they wouldn’t all make it back. They hoped that they could stop the threat. They ventured for Milies with helmets and little Spears and shields and axes. A few had a bow and arrows. They were an immortals crew illeqiuped for the task at hand. They finally found the library and a few rushed forward to attck the great stone BEAST! Before them. One stayed behind thinking about this. While the others spread out and went around to flank the library. They harassed anyone working there. ” Surrender your recipie and we won’t have to murder you horribly!” The one in the back calls out preparing to have a few folk bust down the door and ransacks the place.
  2. Vansin

    Church On The Hill

    COTH The town of Church On The Hill a Low Tech setting The History: 4/18 Church on the Hill, or Coth as it is commonly called, is a growing town in Terrenus just beyond the domain of Blairville. For many years, the eponymous church stood alone atop the highest hill in the region. It was once the center of a populous parish in the ages before the great cities of Terrenus came to dominate political and social life. In recent times the church stood as more of a watchtower and repository of old knowledge than as a hub of community. The Gaian religion, to whom the church originally belonged, grew lax in replacing deceased clergymen as the location waned in importance until the building was occupied by a mere single man who was forced to live off scant alms and the generosity of local farmers and friends. This man's name was Constans, and though he prayed every day to the great mother of his religion, he had long given up hope that his faith would be rewarded. Times changed, as they are wont to do, and the Church on the Hill bore witness to even further degradation. In the wake of a faraway civil war the patrolmen, nobility, constabulary, and military of Terrenus receded away from the rural lands the church stood watch over, abandoning the fertile farms and meager hovels of its agrarian people. Once the protection of the nobles and their armies were gone, evil began to take root. Monsters and beasts not seen for years began to creep from the deep places of the world, and men turned on each other in banditry and violence. The people cried up to the sky and down to the earth, but found no peace. Meanwhile, Constans watched in horror as families dragged corpses by their hundreds to his church for burial. Starved men and women, murdered children. The peaceful age was ending. Yet one fateful night, a tearful Constans called out to anyone who would hear, any god or great spirit who would ease the suffering of the people and of one broken priest. Miraculously, his call was answered. A great fire exploded inside the church, blowing the very roof off the building and blasting a column of mystical green flame into the sky like a beacon. Among the holy fires, Constans fell victim to a fit of great and terrible visions portending the rise of a new world. For hours, the priest was held in the clutches of these mad prophesies, all the while safe inside the tornado of green flames. When it was over, and the flames subsided, word began to spread across the land. Those who had seen the miracle from afar had rushed to witness it themselves, and had seen the priest among the flames. Others, hearing secondhand stories, flocked to the ruins of the old church to hear the preaching of a holy man who had been chosen by green fire. He preached a message of a new social order in which the people worked for their own good and organized under no higher authority than that of a god. Men were weak, the priest proclaimed, and their promises were illusions. Only the power of a god could be relied upon to hold together a mortal realm. He encouraged his followers to work and share in equal measure, to respect each other's property and freedom, while submitting themselves to the will of a divine monarch-- not some self appointed human king claiming to speak for a god, but a king who was a god, and an authority which no man could undo. It was not long before this appealing promise of protection and community drew huge crowds of abandoned farmers, cobblers, blacksmiths, porters, cooks, healers, herdsmen, and laborers. Seeing himself at a crossroads of destiny, and urged by the whispering of a god, Constans proclaimed the masses of scared commonfolk to be one sanctified people, the people of Coth, the seed of the new world. Canon History: 7/18 Coth has begun to achieve the dream of its founder, yet while its people celebrate a feast, a cohort of powerful raiders charges toward the nearly defenseless town. 11/24 Coth has been saved from a barbarian raid by the efforts of its heroic citizens Nyra and Tirkas, and the Partriarch Constans settled the violence once and for all with a miracle of turning the sun green for approx. 10 mins, a miracle which could be seen across all of Terrenus. In the aftermath, Constans has claimed a vast tract of land between Blairville and Dougton (the pink region here) as land under the stewardship of the Cothic Religion. The Thread Setting: Coth is an open, low tech, persistent locale characters can freely enter or leave as they like. Coth itself is a 25 square mile area which includes a citizenry of approximately 4000, their domiciles, farms, and workshops arranged at the base of a tall hill upon whose pinnacle sits the famous, half destroyed church. Coth has a small-town feel. People are familiar with each other, helpful, and oftentimes oblivious to subtlety. The townsfolk are overwhelmingly derived from the lowest rung on the social order of Terrenus. Many have never seen magitech, or magic for that matter, yet what they lack in formal education they make up for in skill and spirit. They are working class people, and their work has helped the town of Coth spring up around the ruined church with alarming speed. Rather than have individual threads, I have elected to tell all stories in and around Coth in this single thread. This will give the town a sense of continuity and permanency, in the hope that actions taken by one player can impact the experiences of others. Often, stories told in Coth will be submitted for canonization, and canon events will be featured here in the first post to help inform newcomers and regulars of developing events. If you're unsure how to enter Coth, or aren't sure your character would fit its low power, low tech setting, message @Vansinfor assistance. Resident Characters: Coth has an agreement with the esteemed booksellers and loremasters of Book|Ends, who have arrived to advise Constans as he seeks to develop Coth into a model society that can inspire a world-spanning change in religion, morality, governance, and civilization. A tribe of Ice Giants, led by the mysterious Yahweh, has also made a pact of nonaggression and mutual aid with Coth, and their embassy hosts a quartet of hulking giants who smith for and protect the fledgling town. These character can be found in the town, and their writers are invested with moderator authority within this thread. If I am not around to ask questions, please contact one of them. Headers & Graphics The below graphics have been made for us by the renaissance woman @KittyvonCupcake. While these artistic headers are not mandatory, text headers are highly encouraged to discern where the many characters occupying this thread are. Concerning headers (lifted from an announcement on page 2): Graphics examples:
  3. Mollusk

    The Blightfire Herald

    Jalafrax knelt down to the weeping girl, placing his hand on her cheek. "I'm so sorry, little one." He whispered, as the village around him burnt with chromatic fire. His small force of undead, headed by a disposable Death Knight had all perished. The villagers had burnt in his blightfire, and now all that stood was the girl and him, surrounded by a smouldering ruins of some place that didn't matter, in some lands that nearly did. He rose to his feet, looking across the village. The destruction. His destruction. "I needed to do this..." He explained, as if it would comfort her. "I've seen - I've seen something terrible come from this place. A long time ago." There were corpses all around the two, the flies evading them. The fire they burnt with was immutable and eternal, bright and hypnotically colourful. He stepped towards one of them, staring down. "I don't think you'll care. I promise I'll end this quickly." He said. The corpses began to twitch, as the fire wormed its way into their souls. Soon, they would return, flimsy and frail, but they'd do. He turned to the girl, pointing a finger at her. It began to go dark, darker than darkness. Wreathed in some sort of false-light, everything around it twisted and bent. The girl choked, gasping as she clutched at her throat. With his free hand, Jalafrax slowly took a jar from his belt. He opened it up, popping the cork onto the ground, as a faint fog began to ebb out of the girl throat. "...help..." she whispered. Nobody came to save her, though, and the fog drifted into the jar. Jalafrax corked it, sighing wearily. Slowly, he turned to the corpses. One of them wasn't covered in fire. He knelt down, and placed his fingers upon the creature's temples. "...wake up." He mumbled. The corpse's eyes shot open. It slowly scrambled up, growling, drooling. "Hrmph. A dozen servants and a single ghoul. It will be enough." He rose to his feet, looking about the area, the destruction slowly dying down. Idly, he began to search his pockets. "Now, where did I keep that map...?" He asked himself, as the corpses wreathed in blightfire began to stagger to their feet.
  4. Cothmas was always my favorite time of year. Something about the cold and the snow made everyone get a little closer. I don't know, it always felt that way to me. I loved playing with the snakes when I was a boy, I'd laugh when they'd roll around the living room with me, or play fight me with their fangs still retracted. As the night drew on, just before they'd vanish back to god, my parents and my grandfather and I would just sit with the snakes for a while in front of the tree, with all its many colored fires, and eat our Cothmas candy and just be for a few minutes. Be together. Be at peace. I didn't mind it when I was a kid, but I really get it now that I have kids of my own. Once the snakes went back to god, though, that was when my favorite part of Cothmas would begin. I'd kiss my parents good night, gather up all the silly presents I'd gotten and meet grandpa in my room. He was always waiting there, seated beside my bed, storybook in hand. Cothmas was a time for family, I knew, but now I think he rode the Bullet Train all the way from Temple City into Coth's station just to make sure I heard the story of the first Cothmas every year. He's one of the few people from my childhood whose face I remember exactly. Sharp eyes. That big bushy mustache, and those eyebrows, and the wild swept back hair in a tangle of smoky grey and white . The man had never seen a brush, I imagined. That's wizards for you. I'd vault in to bed, pull the covers up and give him a solemn nod. Nothing more needed to be said, and he'd crack the book open beside me and begin, "Cothmas is god's day." he would always start, "In the very beginning, when god was still new and Coth was a tiny little village unknown to the rest of the world, Cothmas became as we know it today. Constans and god's Chosen Scrivener Ioreth tell the story thusly:" The story of Cothmas is steeped in the deepest solemnity and devotion to god. The tale is one of great triumphs over wild forces, and the binding together of a holy family of friendship. It contains strange creatures, great conflicts, and heroic efforts acted out by not only we two writers, but by some of our dearest and most faithful friends and servants of god. Originally, Cothmas had begun as Coth's Mass, an invitation to all faithful people to pilgrimage to Coth and together as one single faith fall to our knees before god and thank him for finding us and for saving us. Yet near the time the special ceremony was scheduled, indeed the very night before, god placed before his most devout servants something of a test of character. The travails of this night inspired so many of the Cothmas traditions we know today that Lady Ioreth and I have come to believe it is worthy of a proper retelling, to set the matter straight and educate all Cothites as to why they enjoy some of the strange and miraculous things we've come to expect from Cothmas. The story of Cothmas begins when I was praying in the cellar of the Church, on my knees thanking god... "Ioreth." Constans moaned, "Where do you get this stuff?" He took another huge gulp of the honey-wine. He was in the elf's new parlor. "This is the best thing I have ever tasted." he said, holding it up by his shoulder. The snake around his neck piqued up at the glass, nosed at it some, and dunked its head in, lapping twice at the sweet wine before resuming its place asleep upon its master. Constans was sitting on a creaky rocking chair, his sleeves pulled up and his cloak thrown over the backrest. His tan boots were at the door, which left him looking a bit plant-like in his green doublet and brown leathers. He had been the first to arrive for the very informal celebration before tomorrow's ceremony. A little socializing, a toast to success tomorrow, and an early night seemed to Constans the picture of a good Coth's Mass eve. It would be a nice tradition to carry into the future. Ioreth was right, everything he did was so public. He deserved to enjoy a relaxing night with his friends. "Not to make a big deal out of it tonight, but there are some people coming in the next week or two, dignitaries from a place called Temple City, up north. They say they want to hear about our god." if he sounded skeptical, he was. He'd heard tell that the green sun had been seen much farther away than the borders of Coth, but even still newcomers inquiring about god so soon were either hucksters or, more hopefully, divinely guided. "I just wanted to make sure you'd be around. They claim to be a order of knights." he said, helping himself to another mouthful of wine. It was so sweet he could barely taste the alcohol at all, which made it very easy to drink! @KittyvonCupcake @Spooky Mittens @Better Than Gore @LikelyMissFortune @Fennis Ursai
  5. Like a wind, the story of Coth swept across Terrenus. A church, a town, a dream of a new world. The promise of Coth had emptied the thorps and villages of the countryside, a great migration of the scared and scarred and desperate slouched toward a new destiny for the realm. They came in droves, farmers and craftsmen and beggars alike, all the people without tears left to cry came to Coth, all the children without parents, all the survivors, all the broken and ill used. They came with nothing, and it was said that once they reached the Church on the Hill, they received. New homes, fresh fields, things unheard of in war-torn terrenus lived on in Coth. And the people spoke of the guarantor, the prophet, the priest. Constans. His green fire had swept back the evils of the world, the stories said. Below the ruins of the old Gaian church around which Coth had sprung, this man had created the seed of a new order in the world. One civilization, one people, one god. Peace and prosperity. Freedom and respect for all men who were willing to work for it. Anger lived in Coth too. Righteous fury at the world which had caused such needless suffering. Coth represented for some a place where that anger could be transformed into a solution. It was a place where a man no longer had to cower in fear of the overlord, where the only law was kindness and the only command was decency. Those who came followed the priest by choice, not obligation. The deliverer turned away only those who sought to bring harm to the world. Opinions here were not secrets to be hidden and yet somehow, despite it all, harmony remained. For when men were free to think as they pleased, and given good work to temper their vices, they thought rather of the promise of tomorrow than the injuries of yesterday. They didn't have to seethe over the world's injustices. They had faith that the father of Coth would set them right. This story is the story of those sort of people who journeyed to this fabled land: victims of betrayal, injured by ill society. Theirs is a story that would be told again and again in a thousand different forms, with a thousand different faces. These were the people who were destined to herald the new world that was promised by the new god. What bound them was hope, as you will see. @LikelyMissFortune @Moon Owl
  6. Vansin

    Coth

    COTH [Link] Geography Church on the Hill, or Coth for short, is situated on the slopes of a particularly prominent hill between Blairville and Dougton. The current town limits are expanding as the town booms, but currently the town is considered to comprise of the hill and the farmlands at the base of the hill, which extend up to 3 miles out from that base. Coth is a rural town in every way-- wandering herds of animals share the streets with common folk, men and women plow the fields and trade their goods at the local market, the afternoon air rings with the sounds of construction. Homes are built from scratch with locally cut wood and stone. Atop the hill is the eponymous church, a once handsome Gaian church whose roof was blown off by a fiery miracle which spurred the spiritual reawakening in the first place. Coth's town borders are surrounded immediately by plains which, after about 4 miles from the base of the hill, give way to forests. Aside from the aforementioned farmland, the area surrounding Coth is untamed wilderness replete with strange monsters, ancient caverns, and subterranean complexes used by civilizations long passed. Coth claims sovereignty over 270 miles of this territory surrounding the hill. Indeed, it lays claim to the untamed lands from between Blairville and Dougton, though the church has no claim to either city for now. Nonetheless, the people who have come to Coth for safety represent many former peoples of this vast territory. Repopulating that land is paramount to Coth's goals. Organization Coth's culture is a result of provincial instability in Terrenus and the intervention of a god. This god, choosing a lonely Gaian priest as his prophet and chosen champion, showed himself by inflicting a fiery miracle upon the Gaian church and the lone priest within it. This priest, Constans, was subjected to a series of visions and prophesies which were accompanied by a column of flame tall enough to bee seen across the countryside. To this, the rural poor of Terrenus flocked. Desperate for someone to protect them after Terrenus's central government withdrew its protection from its provinces, the people congregated at Coth to hear the words of a fiery priest who promised that a god, not a man, would safeguard them. He claimed that men could be killed, that men were easy to corrupt and their failures were the cause of all worldly strife. He preached that if the people submitted themselves to a god as their monarch, they would never again have to experience the tumult of civil war. The people responded. Uprooting their lives and settling at the foot of the Church on the Hill, they began to construct an idyllic civilization-- a rural, moral paradise where all people were equal under god. They looked toward their prophet to interpret gods will. The prophet Constans, locally called "the father" demonstrated his ability to manipulate the god's holy fire and began the work of shaping his rural enclave. In many ways, Coth's culture is still developing! The general level of education in Coth is extremely low. The vast majority of Coth's citizens are illiterate. However they represent a treasure trove of practical knowledge and skills. Hunters, farmers, builders, and craftsmen of all sorts occupy the Hill, and their combined ability has allowed the town to grow at an astounding pace. Coth is almost self-sufficient. The people feed themselves, build each other's homes, and provide all simple necessities required for a rural life. Yet the father of Coth has plans for his nascent civilization. He, perhaps the only learned citizen of the town, has reached out to find tutors and teachers who can educate his people so they can better serve their god by reading his words with their own eyes. To this end, he has recruited the staff of Book|Ends to educate his people and help him to pen his religion's holy scripture. Government and Politics All law in Coth flows from god, through his chosen representative Constans, to the people. The religion of Coth calls for equality among all people, peace among friends, rejection of any unfair dealing and manipulation of the weak by the strong, and the refusal to obey any authority not ordained by god. Government is loosely structured and citizens are encouraged to police themselves by ascending through the holy Course of Honors. Coth has no love for its neighboring civilizations, and its ire is focused specifically on the major cities of Terrenus. The common belief in Coth is that the small folks have been terribly abused at the hands of the city-folk who tax them into poverty and share none of their wealth and technological advancement. Worse still, those same city authorities who came for decades to collect their predatory grain tax had no qualms about abandoning the people the moment Terrenus erupted into civil war. Originally, Coth had no military, however recent alliances have provided Coth with considerable military protection. Coth is guarded by an irregular force of 30 barbarian warriors, the beginning of a standing army with the 1st Legion of 100 men, and it has united with the Order of the Word and hosts varying populations of religious knights. If desired, Constans can summon his irregulars, legionnaires, and the Order's knights to create an army 430 men strong. However Coth's most potent force is its peasant population-- Constans' has been shown to be extremely capable of inciting revolt in the underprivileged. Economy Coth is a town ripe for trade. Few towns in Terrenus can boast such a wealth of raw materials and skilled labor. Coth is capable of exporting food, stone, wood, water, and clay. By far, its greatest export is its religion, a populist dogma of freedom which catches like fire wherever it is spread. Canon and History Venom Signs (Initial thread for Civil War) Coth's goal is singular: the complete reshaping and unification of Terrenus under the rule of a single unstoppable god. This concept of a truly divine monarch underpins the revolutionary goals of the religion. In the name of freeing the meek, the religion is poised to overtake the entire world. Church On The Hill (Permanent locale thread containing multiple canon stories at any time) Subplot 1: Barbarian Raid A small horde of barbarians attack Coth, nearly burning it to the ground. The Father of Coth, Constans, performs a second great miracle to stop them, turning the sun from yellow to green across all of Terrenus as his god floods him with power enough to stop the fires. In the aftermath, it is determined that Coth must take steps to defend itself from future aggression.
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