scribesaga
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hey, i just wanted to know what people thought of this idea for a world setting. I was going for a dark fantasy theme.
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The world of Lyra is but one of three habitable worlds hovering the great gas giant of Goliath. Tidally locked, most of its surface is frozen in ice. The side facing Goliath receives enough warmth to create an ocean with several small but fertile landscapes. The other side of the world is always lit by the distant sun, but it isn’t warm enough to melt its frozen landscape.
It is on this world that multiple species have risen to prominence. Humans and demi-humans of all kinds shared this world in mostly violent war and inter-species conflict.
With such conflict came great calamity.
Turns out, blood and death in great abundance tempts the ether towards the material plane, and once the bombs were dropped, the final line crossed, the age of magic shattered through like a bleeding wound.
Magic flooded the world, bringing a new age of mysticism and wonder, but was shortly overshadowed by a new darkness in the sky.
The black sun rose, somehow visible on all sides of the world, and from then on, nothing was ever the same.
For eight days it hanged in the sky, cursing the very earth below.
No one could sleep, no one could suffer its hateful stare. Billions huddled in their homes, trying to escape its dreadful gaze.
Eventually, one by one, all were taken by madness in their dreams, and marched out into the streets where they gazed at the cursed sun until carving out their own eyes.
Their screams became known as the night song, and it lasted for eight hours.
Once their screams died, the sightless went into a frenzy, hunting down everyone in their path.
When the night of the black sun passed, it left a world of awkward silence, and haunting melodies. The sightless cloistered underground, prophesying the return of their precious sun, while the world above struggled to recover from such trauma.
They prayed it wouldn’t return.
Their prayers were left unanswered.
It returned eight years later, and like before, it claimed the skies like an invading blight for eight days, which created eight days of newfound terror.
After eight days, it passed.
From then on, the people of Lyra knew to look out for the black sun once every eight years and be prepared for eight days of unrest from the sightless. Multiple times they tried to root out the sightless cults, while protecting the sane from their influence.
For centuries, the people of Lyra suffered the horrors of the black sun until one day the hero came. He called himself the Arch Dom and was accompanied by his Royal Consort. Together they had stolen power from the gods in the form of great knowledge, and using it, he conquered the black sun, shedding the world of its malevolent influence.
His power came at a great cost however, for bearing such knowledge slowly bled away his very humanity, until he was no longer something that belonged to this world. His ascension to godhood created a tempest of storms, and they now wreak havoc on the world. For centuries the god’s storms have ravaged the lands, and few remember the days of the black sun, or the being who delivered them from evil, only to create a new maelstrom in its place.
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The world of Lyra is but one of three habitable worlds hovering the great gas giant of Goliath. Tidally locked, most of its surface is frozen in ice. The side facing Goliath receives enough warmth to create an ocean with several small but fertile landscapes. The other side of the world is always lit by the distant sun, but it isn’t warm enough to melt its frozen landscape.
It is on this world that multiple species have risen to prominence. Humans and demi-humans of all kinds shared this world in mostly violent war and inter-species conflict.
With such conflict came great calamity.
Turns out, blood and death in great abundance tempts the ether towards the material plane, and once the bombs were dropped, the final line crossed, the age of magic shattered through like a bleeding wound.
Magic flooded the world, bringing a new age of mysticism and wonder, but was shortly overshadowed by a new darkness in the sky.
The black sun rose, somehow visible on all sides of the world, and from then on, nothing was ever the same.
For eight days it hanged in the sky, cursing the very earth below.
No one could sleep, no one could suffer its hateful stare. Billions huddled in their homes, trying to escape its dreadful gaze.
Eventually, one by one, all were taken by madness in their dreams, and marched out into the streets where they gazed at the cursed sun until carving out their own eyes.
Their screams became known as the night song, and it lasted for eight hours.
Once their screams died, the sightless went into a frenzy, hunting down everyone in their path.
When the night of the black sun passed, it left a world of awkward silence, and haunting melodies. The sightless cloistered underground, prophesying the return of their precious sun, while the world above struggled to recover from such trauma.
They prayed it wouldn’t return.
Their prayers were left unanswered.
It returned eight years later, and like before, it claimed the skies like an invading blight for eight days, which created eight days of newfound terror.
After eight days, it passed.
From then on, the people of Lyra knew to look out for the black sun once every eight years and be prepared for eight days of unrest from the sightless. Multiple times they tried to root out the sightless cults, while protecting the sane from their influence.
For centuries, the people of Lyra suffered the horrors of the black sun until one day the hero came. He called himself the Arch Dom and was accompanied by his Royal Consort. Together they had stolen power from the gods in the form of great knowledge, and using it, he conquered the black sun, shedding the world of its malevolent influence.
His power came at a great cost however, for bearing such knowledge slowly bled away his very humanity, until he was no longer something that belonged to this world. His ascension to godhood created a tempest of storms, and they now wreak havoc on the world. For centuries the god’s storms have ravaged the lands, and few remember the days of the black sun, or the being who delivered them from evil, only to create a new maelstrom in its place.
