New World Adventures

The old world is gone, destroyed by a war to feed the gods of chaos insatiable appetites. All mortal creatures fought, all died. Or nearly every mortal creature. For some gods could see what was to come and hid away there favoured people where they could start again.

 

 

Millennia pass.

 

 

The old world is nothing but stories. The first people of the new land Heroes of legend. There is peace and the world prospers.

 

 

Destiny is all.

 

 

The population of this new world have been gifted with foresight. Many among the peoples, both the human Ragnumdees (Reg - num - ds) and long lived Celvestial (cell-vest-e-al), have found they have visions and prophecies of the future. So reliable these visions are that the world has come to rely on them.

At first look the world would seem very similar to feudal Europe; the human peasants work the fields or work a craft, they live mostly in small township, the few educated humans who can write manage estates or trade. But in every village there will be a wise, who is set apart, who advises when to plant crops, can predicts frosts and see dangers coming. Fore, while there is peace there is still dangers; rampaging trolls, outlaws and dead spirits to name a few. But then there is always a prophecy of a hero to defeat the danger; a brave knight, a unknown stable boy or even a mystical stranger who just passes through.

 

 

Everything is seen, every event prophesied, every destiny known.

 

 

This world is always lead by one human, who takes the name Arthur, meaning first. They gain the title after they complete the foretold quest; be it drawing a sword from a stone or finding a missing cup, and still there are many more prophecies about many more Arthurs yet to come. They are always advised by the Merlin, a Celvestial master oracle, and always followed by 10 High Knights, each a hero beyond all others. So it is and so it is destined to be.

 

 

Within this world lies Tirasir (Tie-rass-er) which is unremarkable in every way, except one. For here there has only ever been one vision, one prophecy seen in a thousand different ways but with the same message;

 

 

“Here the winds blow and all become one.”