And so it was written that in the end, Our World should crack open and her heart would bleed fire and black. The ancient fiery evil would sweep across the lands and the darkness would corrupt all manner of living being far and wide. But it was also written that we will never succumb. Our Mana, our innovation and adaptibility with our Magitek had already conquered her wild ways. It is written and thus it will be so.
The writings were wrong. Oh, but Dead Wrong.
The skies swelled red, impregnated fat sacs harbouring the doom within. As if slit open by a thirsting razor, gashes in reality burst wide all across Our World, unleashing them upon us. All at once.
Within a single passing of day to night, from the gaping maelstrom of scorching darkness, the hordes of flying, buzzing wretched nightmares vomitted forth. Those Fiends... all those Fiends descended upon Our World, smothering her by the hundreds of thousands, choking the skies with black; for they were made from the darkness itself.
The writings said the darkness was here to corrupt us. But why? For that would take too much effort. No, they were here to wipe us off the face of the planet and take over; their abyssal war had spilled over into our reality. We meant nothing to them. We were not to be enslaved for eternal servitude; we were not even food for them. We were just in the way.
Upon touching Our World's surface, they shifted from black to molten steel. Fiends took form in manner of all mishapen masses, some exuding the stench of ancient ages. They flooded our lands, cities and forests, taking what they wanted, killing everything in their path. It was the Leylines they were after; they wanted to drain Our World of all her Mana. And our ageless, titanic protectors knew this.
Our Wyrms from all across Our World, for the first time ever, banded together just to stop this invasion.
To little avail. For the Fiends knew the weaknesses of our magnificent gigantic serpents. They already knew Our Wyrm’s Truenames, and thusly they were able to strike the killing blows. And so as their bodies fell, their essences were despaired to return home in their constellations Beyond the veil of stars.
And with our last hope for survival fallen, the Fiends learned of our own true weaknesses; the magic living within our bloodlines. A Fiend manufactured pestilence swept across all the lands decimating all populations born proud with Mana from the Leylines. Those that survived were the ones that no one wanted; the mix-blooded Nulls. The ones without the penchant to channel from the mother’s source of Mana.
Us. Only we, the Nulls are left. From the skies they came and so into the ground we hid.
From black to red turned the skies; it was a sign that they had already ripped half her Mana from the Leylines. We were to only dwell underground and never return to see what has become of our lands for we did not know how to survive the surface of global damnation.
But our resilience is based in our resourcefulness. And Our Waters. Bodies of our beloved fallen Wyrms were all desecrated and displayed like twisted toys, strung up for any who dared breach the surface to enjoy. An ill-begotten showcase, displaying in full their victory over our ageless protectors.
Yet in the water, the overlords did not steal away the bodies of Our Wyrms. We did. In the waters of our world, we found the secret method of how to re-connect as conduits for Our dragons. There was a reason the Nulls could not weave and channel the gifts of the Leylines. We were not meant to be children of Mana. No, we were meant to channel the Drith, the Otherside of the world where spirits and ancestors reside. And we have discovered that we are the key so Our beloved Wyrms may yet rise again.
Yet if we are to be successful, we must first recover their fallen bodies. And we must earn permission to meld all their being with all of ours. Their essences are gone but their fighting spirits remain. Our Chakrams become their essence. Our Catalysts; their source of re-life.
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It is now written upon all our hearts, minds and essences and so it must be so.
It is taught the moment our newest born takes its first breath in the sallow air. It is written upon the grave upon which we find our final resting places.
We ascend, Our Wyrms will Ascend. And so does hope... it is the greatest resource we have. And if we ever needed it most; we need it right now. Take a look around at us skulking neath the surface biding our time till they find us or we choke on the dust of another deadly collapse. We need Hope now more than ever.
And we must fight for it.
And we have now allied with the Water people of the oceans, seas, lakes and rivers. And together we learned to unite our entire beings as one with our beloved fallen Wyrms. We will rise with them from the depths of cold waters and Ascend into the daunting fiery heavens above.
Our beloved Wyrms will fly once more and we will fight the Fiends where they are weakest. You see, Our Wyrms may have had their Truenames revealed, but so too did our Wyrms know the location of the Truenames of those hated invaders.
Each Fiend that passed through the Wounds in the skies imprinted their identity upon the frame of the abyssal gateway. To be allowed passageway into our reality they were bound to leave a signature. Branded upon those Wounds are the hated Fiends very own Truenames. Those Names pry open the red skies above with the ever-swirling concentric maelstroms that plague our World.
We will find those Names. And we will break them. We must break them.
We must break the power source of their gateways and send those bastards back to wherever they came from.
United with the spirits and bodies of our beloved ageless Wyrms; we will fight back, we will fly higher than ever before.
We will seal the Wounds of the Red Skies’ Damnation.
We will Ascend and take back our World.
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Chant of the 'Resistance, Victorious':
Will you live with Her unconditionally, no compromise?
"I will Live with Her!"
For the Resistance!
"For the Resistance!"
For the RESISTANCE!!
"For the RESISTANCE!!"
(One Final Breath...)
(Battlecry only if you are ready to die...)
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Red Skies Damnation - "inDefiance" is a Noble Dark Post-Apocalyptic Magitech Fantasy setting where Drithbound characters are part of a literal underground resistance that form small groups to revive and meld with dragons to fight against the demons from the gates in the red skies. Noble Dark consists of heavy, grimdark, heartbreaking themes and overbearing odds against the characters, however, the characters will not wallow in the murk and filth of dread and darkness. No, for this is about Hope and Ascending. They will rise above and resist. They will stay together and fight, heads held high, defiant till the end.
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