TMy new setting
What if evil lost totally a thousand years ago, and it strikes a utopia
Back ground stub
Places to go in the Cosmic Era solar system
Resource harvesting operations in the clouds of gas giant planets
Observation and scanning technologies for the Cosmic Era
A Federation black budget research and development center, and one of the most advanced shipwrights in the Solar System
At the height of the Imbrian Culture, they colonized almost the entire Solar System, and Lunaformed many of the planets.
It is the year 3582 on Earth and nothing is as it should be, my 1998 encyclopedia describes a beautiful, peaceful world. How do we get that world back? How do we close these gates and restore the Earth?
An exhaustive list of the Realms, as well as a short description and how they fit in relation to each other.
Fundamentally connected to my primary submission, Primal Essence, Primals, and the Creation of the Realms as well as several others linked to from there. I'll provide a link at the top of this article, though I'd recommend at least reading the main one before this.
An explanation of souls, spirits, and what happens after death. Part of my main setting, first introduced in Primal Essence, Primals, and the Creation of the Realms.
An origin story for the main setting I build in. There are aspects missing, and certain things need proper names. In addition, there are related topics I'll write about in other, related submissions, and the whole setting has a 'phase 2' (or sequel setting) in a hypothetical future where certain, massively world-changing events take place. I'll list related submissions at the bottom, as clickable links.
Things are not what they appear in the Cognitive Network
In a world where teleportation magic doesn’t exist, the opportunity to travel a few days journey in moments is beyond value. With only a simple toll, you can be practically on the doorstep of Nizul-tibi before you know it.
The lead New Earth Government of the Cosmic Era
Dead Space idea
"Some call it 'the Realm of the Builders' - the Ark refers to it as 'Dius Factorsitius Terravae' or 'The Forge of Worlds.' My opinion? Well, I think it's more of a garden, to be honest."
-Author Dreu, van Heinhelm Household Cleric
The sky is drab and gray, almost completely covered in rainclouds. What gaps there are open up to show yet more gray. Much like mortal demesnes, the weather is unpredictable, but every so often the clouds unleash their burden of water on the residents of this boring land.
Welcome to the Hell of Half-Nothings. Your stay will be boring, we guarantee it.
A soul that feels no remorse for the sins it has committed in life is unfit for paradise in the afterlife. Only those who fully grasp the weight of the harm they have visited upon others and repent are offered a chance at atonement. Only those who atone for their sins are allowed to move on.
-- The Book of Reprieve, 11:36:01
The Box is a Hell of isolation, claustrophobia and imprisonment. Where you will find many who fear tight spaces.
Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.
Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.