- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Male
Aeon. Beautiful, lush, radiant Aeon. If paradise could have a name, if utopia could have a face.
My beautiful Aeon.
No more.
The world is broken. Corrupted, defiled, enslaved. Magic itself drains life out of reality like a parasite sucking blood. Desecration stretches from the horizon to the end of the world, civilization lost under sand and dust. The land is cruel and hopeless, unforgiving deserts under unforgiving sun.
Sorcerer-Kings reside over their metropolis of slaves and rubble, slumbering darknesses devouring the very light that nurtures hope, masters of ruination itself. Humanity is dead, kindness butchered. There is not enough of Man left to despair.
The world is dying. My world is dying.
I beg you, save it. In the name of all that is good and kind, save it.
You are hope incarnate.
My beautiful Aeon.
No more.
The world is broken. Corrupted, defiled, enslaved. Magic itself drains life out of reality like a parasite sucking blood. Desecration stretches from the horizon to the end of the world, civilization lost under sand and dust. The land is cruel and hopeless, unforgiving deserts under unforgiving sun.
Sorcerer-Kings reside over their metropolis of slaves and rubble, slumbering darknesses devouring the very light that nurtures hope, masters of ruination itself. Humanity is dead, kindness butchered. There is not enough of Man left to despair.
The world is dying. My world is dying.
I beg you, save it. In the name of all that is good and kind, save it.
You are hope incarnate.
Art credits: Shahab Alizadeh
JJCanvas
Concept inspired/derived from Dark Sun
JJCanvas
Concept inspired/derived from Dark Sun