The knights of kings wrote:Name of Realm: Iander
Description of Realm (Paragraph):I thought it would be easier to put it into a short story. Also to help me keep a basic idea.
The grass whispered softly in the morning breeze, its dewy skin pressing softly against the hoaves of an elk which nimble away peacefully. While its black nose sniffed out potential grazing spots it was completely unaware of the arrow being notched tightly several meters away. In a shallow entrance to a wide open cave underneath the glass mountain pillars, as the natives took to calling them, a young hunter exhaled coolly as his fingers tightened around the bow string like a harpist. With a fluid draw back and release the arrow sped like a bolt of lightning cutting the air around it, the bow string giving off a pleasant twang as it recoiled into position. The elk in the distance simply slumped over into the ground as the arrow found its mark burrowing into the heart of the beast. The hunter eagerly pulled down her shroud revealing a tan elvish face which a grin stretching across her face. Quickly she jumped down the moss covered steps that led into the glass towers and sped towards her kill, her feet crunching the moist grass. Eagerly she drew her knife; its blade was made of some material since lost to this world, its creators also long gone after years of social destruction. The blade glowed a soft electric blue and when it swept down into the beasts flesh it left a faint blue streak in the air, yet it was like any other knife dwarven or steel, it worked just as well. As her hand cut away greedily into the meat she failed to notice the shifting in the wind as an experienced hunter would have. She was unaware as the outskirts of Al-Shri usually wasn’t an easy place to catch game the numerous glass towers saw to that, there hundreds of stories towering into the sky. All of them covered in moss or other forest like growths all of them old as time itself.
The city of Al-Shri, which translated literally into city of the many towers, was perhaps the oldest city in the world. Having been formed millenniums ago before its current inhabitants could even remember. The city had thousands of towers far beyond the building capacities of any race currently as they scraped the sky with their ageing magnificence. Many of their glass panels shattered over the hundreds of years their creators had abandoned them. Yet still their bleach white skin was still visible in some parts but that hardly mattered to the denizens who usually did not venture up to the tops of these vast constructs, they considered the tops to be the residences of the gods and considered it a taboo unless instructed otherwise for ceremonial purposes. The roads which led to the heart of the city where all crafted of some metal alloy just as the elf's knife was created, it seemed to have veins which once held some source of power but that too was lost to the centuries never to return. At the heart of the city was the palace, home of the priests which worshiped the one called G.E.N.I.S.I.S. The building was massive again built by the ancients as some scholars have assumed. It was kept clean by the residence of the city who built their own structures around it with fine white stone to match the color. The palace towered higher than any other glass pillar in Al-Shri, eventually at its top a terminal which lifted the occupancy to a massive moonlike structure that hovered silently over the city. Inside the moon like object was a multitude of weapons of war all rusted from little use and a testament to its creator’s failures, yet at its very core a white being taller than a man, stood his multi colored veins stretching from his back into the ceiling. His infinite wisdom granting wishes to those who venture to him in the pilgrimage. Yet his wishes come at a cost, those who stay too long become horribly ill. Their skin goes pale and their hair falls from their scalp as well as their stomach churning out their mouths. It is a cruel fate for those who desire power. For the ancients who built this city must have known and fled this place many millenniums ago leaving it in the care of the current inhabitants of this world...
So basically May civilization is one which inhabitants a post-apocalyptic futuristic city built by some ancient forces with astounding technology such as star travel, so basically aliens. Stick with me here. So say these aliens lived millenniums ago and have since for undisclosed reasons they died out, all gone, not a single one left. All their stuff sits and basically rusts away. Now my people many centuries ago find this place and call it home creating their stone capital around this strange city. The only effect this will have is purely artistic. My people will not be in possession of any fire arms of flying machines. Instead they will wear the armor of the ancients which once held power but since the technology was lost they simply act as common plate armor. As I said it’s purely artistic and this armor will have no special futuristic powers and will act as any plate armor would. The only futuristic thing would be GENISIS and a hand full of ancient automatons that are artificial intelligence that the people with no way to understand it think are gods or angels. It was just an interesting dynamic floating in my head having fantasy people wandering down what they believe to be a cave but actually it is an advanced metro system that has long since fallen into disrepair and the curse on Genisis is actualy simply radiation posioning.
Demonym: Iandian
Race: Human and augmented human (to be explained)
Languages: Hyadin
Religion: Idol worship
Head of State: Genisis
Seat of Power: Al-Shri
Population: 10,000,000
RL Fluency in English: native
Provinces Claiming:
Your good for cat 4 since your an old member what lands did u want?
