Over a thousand years ago a great demon was unleashed upon the world. Unimaginably cruel and just as powerful, it ravaged the land and killed untold amounts of people simply for fun. Luckily for the world, there was a small band of warriors who managed to take on the demon and eventually bring it down. Then, they tried to learn where this demon came from and they learned it was placed there by the gods themselves. The demon had grown so powerful the gods did not know what to do with it and unleashed it upon humanity, knowing that a strong band of heroes would arise.
The band of warriors did not take this information as well as the gods had hoped. They judged the action of the gods unfair and unwise. That it was unfair for humanity to fix the gods’ mistakes. They argued and argued, and soon the argument became physical. The small troup of warriors took on the gods in battle.
They won.
The battle was brutal and destructive. The planet itself shook and cracked open and split into three pieces. As a last act the gods defied logic and made it so the world would remain as such even if it was split into pieces, each third remaining close, but not touching, one another. The band of warriors then disbanded, each heading down their own paths.
The Free Kingdom of Corralina
Life remained somehow relatively unchanged in one third of the world. The land was governed by independent citystates, though all bent the knee to the Wandering King, one of the godslayers. The land was ravaged by wild and terrible monsters, travel was difficult and technological progress recessed. However, people survived and learned how to fight back. Cities fortified and developed new techniques to hunt down the wild monsters. Magic was rediscovered. Soon, monsters stopped being a threat and instead became a resource. Monster parts were used to develop stronger weapons and more powerful spells. The Free Kingdom of Corralina became renowned for its powerful warrior-mages, keeping would-be invaders from the other thirds at bay.
When one reaches maturity in the The Free Kingdom, or when one becomes accepted as a citizen, they receive a small silver goat horn. Whenever someone is in trouble and confronted with dangers they cannot handle, they may blow this horn; if the Wandering King hears it, he will rush to the rescue with his eternal bride of iron, and obliterate whatever danger is there. In exchange, all the King will ask is to pay up any unpaid due taxes.
The Corporate Real-Estate Holdings of ActionDeath
Life changed considerably in one third of the world. The industry capital of the old world grew immeasurably up until it covered the entirety of all available landmass, ruled by two of the godslayers. They combined their assets, technology and enchantments to twist the very meaning of life and death, forever altering what it even meant to be human. No gold is exchanged in the land of ActionDeath, the only payment the Corpo-Government will exchange for goods and services is mortality. The lifespan of beings can be removed, added and exchanged through proprietary processes and rules all legal exchanges. A land where one lives to die. A land where one must die to live. Oddly enough, when asked people will report they preferred things this way, preferred this to how life was in the olden days. They answer this sincerely.Â
Technology has advanced at an accelerated rate in this land. Both cybertronics and biohacking have become common aspects of daily life. Progress in health technology has skyrocketed and some of the lucky few live in impossibly luxurious comfort; but even the lower classes of society have access to all the food and entertainment they need to subsist. As long as the engine of progress are still running, life will continue in one shape or another.
The Holy Bassin for The New World’s Goddess
Life became… confusing, in one third of the world. The death of the old gods left a spiritual vacuum to be filled, and while many pretenders emerged they all either imploded or eradicated one another. All except for one curious pair, a brother and sister duo, two of the godslayers. The sister was an odd one but could perform indescribable miracles. She would effortlessly create pure energy which could be used to power homes and vehicles. She would affect the weather to help farms and nature be at their best, and she would, in some way, transform the minds of those who fit ill in this society. She communicates strictly through metaphors though luckily her brother always stays at her side, ready to translate her wisdom to the common folk.
The old gods were declared devils, and She to be the one true god, having banished them to hell. For the spiritually inclined, the Holy Bassin is a living paradise. In this land of plenty, technology and scientific progress has stagnated. The Arts, however, have flourished. It is common for people of this land to go on a pilgrimage and explore the other two third, but rarely are they ready for such trips, and rarely do they come back alive.Â
Be mindful. Happiness is mandatory. Happiness will be enforced.
As for me? I dunno. I never fit in well with the other godslayers. I had a bit of a temper, I’ll admit, and my relationship with most was never really positive. In fact it was downright adversarial sometimes. But all that is in the past now. I’ve been wandering across the world, I have a bit of a route I like to follow. Turns out monster parts, techno gadgets and pure raw energy are incredibly useful and praised outside their homelands. I don’t ask for much in return, just some place to sleep, and a chance to listen to the people. I’ve spent my youth with the godslayers and I think… I think I forgot what it was to be… them. A person. All the experiences of being a human. It’s been over a thousand years now, honestly I’ve completely lost track, and honestly? I don’t think I’ve completely caught up with those experiences.Â
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