[Interest Check] Fantasy Post-Apocalypse DM thingy
Mar 4, 2020 16:40:23 GMT -6
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Post by theelementhunter on Mar 4, 2020 16:40:23 GMT -6
Just throwing this out here. I already have one potential person, but I need one more. I've been watching an unhealthy amount of DnD lately and have spawned another one of mmy beautiful idea babies. I'd need two people to participate in the post apocalyptic fantasy world setting. I don't have many specifics to give at the moment but read the prompt below and tell me if you're interested::
There was once a time where the people of the land didn't have to think twice about whether going outside would be save. They could drink fresh water out of pipes pump from a land beyond, gather at massive buildings filled with foods and clothes and survival. Giant mechanical birds with wingspans longer than the highest mountains would fly upon cool air, transporting people many miles in no time. But all of that changed with the splinter.
Now the screams of the damned can be heard when one walks across the land, cracked and black from the destruction many years ago. What happened? No one knows exactly, but the learned have their musings. If the oracles are to be believed then it was a clashing of the Planes, a war of the gods.
Our story would end here in the midst of a desolate world, blackened with the sins of the past, but it doesn't. A light shines in the ages, a prophecy springing from wrinkled lips:
Two children, troubled by fate.
Will rise and cleanse the Planes again
They'll meet many along the way
That will help them do as I shall say
Take the pieces of the Planes
And put them together again
Restore the worlds anew
This is what they shall do
There was once a time where the people of the land didn't have to think twice about whether going outside would be save. They could drink fresh water out of pipes pump from a land beyond, gather at massive buildings filled with foods and clothes and survival. Giant mechanical birds with wingspans longer than the highest mountains would fly upon cool air, transporting people many miles in no time. But all of that changed with the splinter.
Now the screams of the damned can be heard when one walks across the land, cracked and black from the destruction many years ago. What happened? No one knows exactly, but the learned have their musings. If the oracles are to be believed then it was a clashing of the Planes, a war of the gods.
Our story would end here in the midst of a desolate world, blackened with the sins of the past, but it doesn't. A light shines in the ages, a prophecy springing from wrinkled lips:
Two children, troubled by fate.
Will rise and cleanse the Planes again
They'll meet many along the way
That will help them do as I shall say
Take the pieces of the Planes
And put them together again
Restore the worlds anew
This is what they shall do
