- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Genres
- I'm wary of magic with lots of rules.
A few generations ago we never needed to look outside our home. Cadia provided us with everything. We could plant shards of her bone and coax entire dwellings out of the ground, from which fungi and plants sprang edible. Her essence still saturated the ether, and the shamans called miracles of fire or portents to keep our sanctuary safe.
There is nothing left now. Soon we will pull the last crop from the planters and our home will crumble to dust. We can stay and die, or find the next
Whale Fall takes place on a land mass of indeterminate size. As far as the eye can see is poison or hostile climate, and long-range excursions have found nothing, if they even return. As far as memory reaches back we have lived in Cadia, a creature tens of thousands of steps in size, and its body keeps the poison at bay and nourishes us. Our story follows the Cadians in their desperation to withstand the decay of Cadia.
OOC: OPEN SIGNUPS - WHALE FALL
There is nothing left now. Soon we will pull the last crop from the planters and our home will crumble to dust. We can stay and die, or find the next
Whale Fall takes place on a land mass of indeterminate size. As far as the eye can see is poison or hostile climate, and long-range excursions have found nothing, if they even return. As far as memory reaches back we have lived in Cadia, a creature tens of thousands of steps in size, and its body keeps the poison at bay and nourishes us. Our story follows the Cadians in their desperation to withstand the decay of Cadia.
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Whale Fall is inspired by the phenomenon of the same name. A whale will sometimes fall into the abyss of the ocean, where the lack of oxygen and scavengers slows the decay of the corpse. Its corpse seeds a temporary ecosystem that lasts for hundreds of years, down to its bones that are rich with lipids.
OOC: OPEN SIGNUPS - WHALE FALL
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