Post by AegisFate on Jul 10, 2015 3:40:10 GMT
History
In Times of Old, Man spread across the stars,
In Times of Old, Man spread across the stars,
But as all sparks, it dimmed in the fires of Cataclysm.
Now, centuries later, only few remain,
Eking out an existence in the ruins of Old.
Gerund is one of many worlds scorched by Cataclysm,
Wastelands dotted by starship hulks and settlements,
Humanity clinging to civilization even in darkness.
Few journey out into the harsh wastelands, called Hunters.
These Hunters are finders of the unknown,
Warriors and Scavengers alike, all attempting to succeed.
Many die, but few become something Without Humanity.
They become Corpses.
Mankind has since rebuilt from the Cataclysm, a few settlements stretching across the surface. Some are within the cavernous hulks that are still powered to this day, their monolithic reactors barely understood and maintained with the utmost reverence. Some venture out from these settlements, most on the caravans that journey slowly between settlements, but a few are those who search deeper into the wastes, fighting bandits and monsters alike whilst they look for wealth or fortune, always avoiding the two ends in the wastes. Death, or worse.
Icarus. The name of a man who flew close to the sun, of a ship of Old and now one of many settlements dotting Gerund. It is a colossal hulk, at most a quarter of it being used and occupied, the rest full of empty rooms and oft undiscovered treasures behind buckled armor plating. Little of the hulk is fully explored, the primary sections still functional and in use being Engineering, Hydroponics and most of the crew quarters. Near the front of the vessel on each side is a massive hangar, the one facing south closed and playing host to the only market on Icarus, whilst the hangar facing north is barren, only a few crates scattered across the ground. Those that enter the Northern Hangar do so only briefly, myth and legend speaking of ghosts remaining within. The primary point of entry for any traveler is known primarily as the 'Gash.' The Gash is a massive rent in the south facing side of the vessel, scrap metal sealing most of it away from the interior.
Now
It has been three days since a man gathered a few select individuals to a meeting in the desolate northern hanger. He, along with a companion, although not the one who informed the select few of the meeting, spoke of something growing beyond the Scar, a massive rent in the surface of the earth from which no man has journeyed past and returned to tell of what lay beyond. Three days since some said yes and some said no. Those who said yes were given a second chance to stay, or to venture out from their home never left to see a world touched by humanity's sins.
You are one of those said yes.
Character Sheet:
Player Name
Name:
Appearance:
Demeanor:
Equipment:
Previous Occupation:
History:
So, for those of who among the vets, this is electric boogaloo 3 or 4? Can't really remember. For those of you who are new, this is a setting I wrote back on ye olde site and promptly had a game start for a little while until, due to some issues we won't go into, ruined the steam and momentum of the game, leaving it to sit in a dead state, fitting for the name. There's a lot of world I've written since then, most of which is kept 'behind the veil' so to speak, mostly because I wanted this world to be new and exciting to the players, and also because some of it is just half baked concepts. In addition, it also helps that the world is dark and full of terrors that any character would only know of from myth, being a lifelong denizen of Icarus.
I intend to start this August 3rd, preferably with a party of 4-7. Any questions, don't hesitate to ask.
Mankind has since rebuilt from the Cataclysm, a few settlements stretching across the surface. Some are within the cavernous hulks that are still powered to this day, their monolithic reactors barely understood and maintained with the utmost reverence. Some venture out from these settlements, most on the caravans that journey slowly between settlements, but a few are those who search deeper into the wastes, fighting bandits and monsters alike whilst they look for wealth or fortune, always avoiding the two ends in the wastes. Death, or worse.
Icarus. The name of a man who flew close to the sun, of a ship of Old and now one of many settlements dotting Gerund. It is a colossal hulk, at most a quarter of it being used and occupied, the rest full of empty rooms and oft undiscovered treasures behind buckled armor plating. Little of the hulk is fully explored, the primary sections still functional and in use being Engineering, Hydroponics and most of the crew quarters. Near the front of the vessel on each side is a massive hangar, the one facing south closed and playing host to the only market on Icarus, whilst the hangar facing north is barren, only a few crates scattered across the ground. Those that enter the Northern Hangar do so only briefly, myth and legend speaking of ghosts remaining within. The primary point of entry for any traveler is known primarily as the 'Gash.' The Gash is a massive rent in the south facing side of the vessel, scrap metal sealing most of it away from the interior.
Now
It has been three days since a man gathered a few select individuals to a meeting in the desolate northern hanger. He, along with a companion, although not the one who informed the select few of the meeting, spoke of something growing beyond the Scar, a massive rent in the surface of the earth from which no man has journeyed past and returned to tell of what lay beyond. Three days since some said yes and some said no. Those who said yes were given a second chance to stay, or to venture out from their home never left to see a world touched by humanity's sins.
You are one of those said yes.
Character Sheet:
Player Name
Name:
Appearance:
Demeanor:
Equipment:
Previous Occupation:
History:
So, for those of who among the vets, this is electric boogaloo 3 or 4? Can't really remember. For those of you who are new, this is a setting I wrote back on ye olde site and promptly had a game start for a little while until, due to some issues we won't go into, ruined the steam and momentum of the game, leaving it to sit in a dead state, fitting for the name. There's a lot of world I've written since then, most of which is kept 'behind the veil' so to speak, mostly because I wanted this world to be new and exciting to the players, and also because some of it is just half baked concepts. In addition, it also helps that the world is dark and full of terrors that any character would only know of from myth, being a lifelong denizen of Icarus.
I intend to start this August 3rd, preferably with a party of 4-7. Any questions, don't hesitate to ask.