This is my idea for a storyline on an upcoming mod of mine (don't expect to see it too soon
). Lemme know whatcha think.
Mankind. Divided.The world split into a myriad of clans and tribes. There is no “order” to be found. The strong live and the weak die.
Only the strong survive.
Barbarism is commonplace, and all life diverts far from civilization. People control others through fear and death, rather than law and principle.
Terror runs rampant.
Like everything in the world, there are exceptions. A minority of clans have true leaders; respected rather than feared. These groups are organized and strong. They live together. They die together.
Tomorrow is never guaranteed.
The most advanced of these groups were institutions of religion; churches. They taught people to work together and follow a lifestyle of goodness not based on the ideals of any mortal man, but rather the heavenly figures that govern the entire world; the gods.
These new groups, the churches, sought to bring peace to the world. They sent out crusades to dispose of evil, and missionaries to convert the unorganized and barbaric clans of people. Over the years, the world remained divided, but in large religious groups, rather than small and dispersed clans. Order was the word of the day, and life was looking better.
There were some, however, who refused to conform and continued to bring terror and evil into the world. These groups were most often persecuted and quickly exterminated by the churches.
Among the heaps of graves, marked by the blood and bodies of the fallen rebels, rose a dead man. The twisted power that controlled him as a living being had stolen his soul from the nether realms, and returned it to the mortal plane. He walked the ground of the world along side of man, cloaked in robes to conceal his necromantic features.
His touch was like ice; paralyzing and cold. Some perverse force had granted him necromantic powers. He began raising the dead, and tainting the souls of the living. People were helpless to his wrath as he led armies of the damned to crush entire religious groups and establishments.
Nothing could stop him.
As nearly the entire world had been covered with his evil, the order seemed to vanish once more as the sun began to set. The once mighty religious powers of the world were once again reduced to disorganized clans.
All but one had fallen.
The strongest of the churches, though significantly handicapped by the battles, remained partially intact. It was said that the heavens favored them most and granted their devout followers with guardian angels. This is the church of Golbadia; heaven.
The church had survived for a reason; their mission to reunite the world. The forces of heaven were not about to let the world, Filgaia, fall into the hands of evil. This is where you come in. You, my friend, are the only hope the world has. You...are a warrior of Golbadia.
And so exits the age of belief, and with the rise of the sun, enters the reincarnation of the age of clans.
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::Enfield slaps you around a bit with a large trout::
[This message has been edited by Enfield (edited 28 November 2001).]