Utterly Mad

Hey, vulnus said we could get this started, so why not. Lets just start world building. If it is a good, serious contribution, I will put it in the OP. If ye be trolling, FAK OFF.


it has been more than a thousand years since the rise of the Tenki empire. On the banks of the river Ten, a city was founded by several figures, their names now lost to history. From there they spread, bringing Iron weapons and powerful magic  to back there words. Over the ages they expanded to unite the whole continent, Tenkil, land of the Tenki. But it was not to last. The final emperor, Cladiun IV, was a vain man. He wished to live forever. To this purpose, he summoned the greatest wizards in the land. Furlic the grand, Timbalisto the kind, Huroniu the greedy, and Senrok the humble. He paid them whatever they desired, they only had to research a spell of immortality. They toiled for many years until they found what they were searching for. They prepared the ritual, summoned the Emperor, and then IT happened. They attempted to channel to much power, and pretty much broke the barriers holding magic out of the world. A great outburst of magical energies flooded the lands. Men became beasts, life twisted into forms wholey alien to this world. And so, the empire crumbled to ash, as its people went mad and changed. It has been many years since that day, and danger has become a simple state of being. Hideous monsters roam the wild lands, the few cities are Feudal at best, and the common man has much to fear. We need heroes. And until they get here, we will have to do.
(rules: ELVES ARE BASTARDS!!! NO HARMLESS/EASY/SAFE magik, not everyone is unhappy always, so remember that)

Oy, mate, everyone is free to contribute, so long as it's not obvious trolling, as far as rules please discuss those with the other writers interested in the setting.
Also, yeah, please no easy magik.

ohhhhhhhhh........ I have a better idea. Lemme edit the post.

((been meaning to write something for this))
Ostas walked the snowy mountain in his leather and fur armor. A white cloud of hot air escaped from his lips as he took in another breath. His third week trekking across the mountain range.
The only sounds that had accompanied him on this journey had been the howling wind and the sound of his feet crushing the snow as he walked. Though now these all too familiar sounds were joined by the howling of a wolf.
He recognized the howler, one of the grey wolves that had lived alongside his village for years now. He let out a loud shout and smiled when he got another howl in response and saw two of the wolves emerge from the trees ahead of him. As they neared he pulled out a piece of meat and tossed it to them, which they promptly tore to pieces and ate it.
The two wolves then walked over to him and waited. With a smile he started walking, with the two wolves on either side of him. "So, how's old Grey doing?"
One of the wolves let out a short whine as they walked and shook it's head. "That bad? I'll see about visiting him and see what I can do." Ostas said, looking concerned underneath his helmet.
The wolf let out a quiet bark, and Ostas nodded. From there they remained silent as they trekked to the village. As they neared the village gate they were greeted by a shouted welcome from Williams, one of the village's warriors.
"Hail, Brother North Guard!" Ostas shouted, and Williams responded with "Hail Brohter North Guard!"
It was a traditional greeting to a member of the warrior or healer clans when they were returning to North Guard. There were a few minor variations, depending on what clan you came from, but this was the most basic version. The two smiled at each other, and Ostas removed his helmet, feeling the cold wind against his skin.
"Come Ostas, I'll buy you a drink and we can discuss your journey. I think it will be interesting to see what Frost Star had to say about our proposed alliance." Williams said, walking towards the largest building in the town.
Ostas shook his head and headed for the Inn, the wolves in tow. "Not much to tell Williams. Not much at all."
A few minutes later the two were seated at a table and the wolves were curled up in front of the fire place. "So, what happened?" Williams asked, taking a drink from his mug.
"Nothing. They wouldn't even listen to me. I was turned away at the door of their town hall, I was lucky to be allowed to buy rations for the return trip."
Williams was quiet for a moment, then spoke "Did the guards at least pass on the message about the War Band?"
Ostas took a drink and then said "No, the guards ignored me. They'll probably die when the War Band gets there. Too few guards and the defenses aren't good enough to compensate."
Williams let out a snicker and said "Well, the defenses may not compensate for the lack of guards, but the bloody guards must be compensating for something else with those bloody halberds."
Ostas shrugged and took another drink.

Mean While

The constant rthym of their ceaseless march and the sounds of their armor clanking against the swords on their belts made a kind of symphony that only foretold death, screaming, and the death of men, women, and children. The Magik had made these things, beings that had once been human now made of pure hatred and blood lust.
They had no names, after all, does a killing machine really need a name? All they desired was to kill, and to rend the flesh of any other being they encountered.
No one knows how or why they organized into War Bands, but they did, and together they were far more effective. And now they marched for Frost Star.

((yah, I figured plants and animals were changed too, Also, going to do two sections. oh, and that was just set up.))
After the magik changed things the Shadows((if ya want to change name go ahead, I'm just rollin' with what I came up with)) were made. The majority of Shadows are born of hate and anger, and only seek to kill and destroy. The only things they don't attack are their fellow Shadows, so long as they don't attack that is. The Shadows formed War Bands, exhibiting an odd kind of collective intellagence, each knowing their role.
But then you have the other Shadows, the ones born of empathy and knowledge. These Shadows seem to glow with an odd aura, and are peaceful to all they encounter. However due to the majority of Shadows being evil beings these peaceful folk are often attacked since they tend to be mistaken for their vile brethren.
-Entry on Shadows, Hand book of Monsters for Idiots
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Ostas walked out into the woods, heading for the wolves den. As he reached it he nodded to one of the wolves guarding it, stopping for a moment. The wolf nodded it's head to him and he walked in. He saw Old Grey and walked over "Howdy old man. You know a healer could do better then I, right?"
The wolf whined, and looked at him sharply. "Hey, I'm just pointing it out. As is I'll do my best, just calm down and let me work."
And with that Ostas went to work, applying salves to the wound on Old Grey's side. Ostas finished after a few minutes and closed his eyes, remembering the day Old Grey had received the wound. "Alright, that's all I can do. Rest, don't do too much, all that."
Old Grey stood up shakily, letting out a short bark and walking Ostas to the exit. Ostas left without a word walking home with his helmet off. Until he heard the war drum.
He ran towards the village as the drum beat carried through the air. Every warrior from every Clan would be rushing for town at this point, irregardless what they were doing.
When he reached the town the warriors were shutting the gate, but stopped just long enough for Ostas to get inside. "Everyone at the ready! Get archers on the walls now, any archer that ain't on that wall I'll personally shove a dagger down their throat!" Williams shouted at the top of his lungs "Hurry it up, the Shadows aren't going to wait for you to sit about like lazy bastards!"
Ostas took his position on the wall behind the archers, waiting for the Shadows to besiege the wall.

((And I don't have time to write the rest of this up, so I'll finish the battle tomorrow.))

I don't be the one who comes from nowhere and says stuff, but i am pretty sure you can use a much more original and cooler name than Shadows. It's too cliché!

Odium, Odio, the Hates. I like Odiums!

[[dang been meaning to write this just haven't had time or the presence of mind to remember it, sorry guys]]
The arrows sailed past Ostas as the Odium started firing in great volume. The archer that had stood in front of him had taken an arrow to his throat and had tumbled backwards off the wall. He saw another man fall back off the wall and readied his shield and shouted "Swords forward! Prepare for the ladders!"
And with those words the remaining archers stepped back to let the swordsmen move to the front. Ostas felt his stomach sink as he saw the number of the Odium Warband, it must have been hundreds if not a thousand of them. "Say a prayer my brothers, and fight like the wolves!"
The first ladder thudded against the wall and impaled a swordsman through his chest plate with a spike. A grappling hook flew past Ostas' head and down into the village behind him. With a swift swing of his sword he cut the line and raised his shield. Several arrows thunked as they sunk into his shield, though the arrows were beginning to cease their constant rain as the ladders started to line the wall.
The Odium began to surge up the ladders and beginning the fight in earnest, with swords at the ready. Ostas quickly dispatched the first to come up the ladder in front of him. However the next one up tackled him backwards off the wall, and onto the hard ground below.
The Odium grasped his neck and attempted to choke him, and Ostas' sword lay several feet away from him, accidently flung during his fall. Try as he might he couldn't throw the Odium from atop him, until one of the wolves leapt from the side and ripped the Odium's throat open.
Ostas threw the dead body and retrieved his sword. "Thanks Star Hunter." Ostas said to the wolf that was now waiting for him.
The two of them turned when they heard several of the Odium jump down from the wall. Ostas blocked the first strike and brought his sword up and through one of the three warriors arms, sending the extremity flying off to the left, then finishing the creature with a strike to the neck that left it clutching at it's throat. Turning he spotted Star Hunter dodging the swings of one of the Odium, and occasionally biting the warrior. Ostas turned to the third, unoccupied warrior and charged him.
The warrior raised his shield and blocked the initial blow before swinging his sword and leaving a gash in Ostas armor. Ostas blocked the follow up swing and stabbed the warrior through his chest plate and through his heart. Pulling his sword back out he turned to see the Star Hunter ripping the Odium's throat out.
Which is when he felt the blade pierce his back. He felt a boot on his back and was pushed off of the sword and onto the ground. Ostas rolled to see that his attacker was not an Odium, but a strange creature in heavy steel armor that said "Burn the village, kill everyone but this weakling. Let him lament at the destruction of his home and the death of his people. Let his cries of torment instill fear in our enemies!"
The Odium that weren't occupied with trying to kill or burn something responded by banging their weapons against their shields or armor, making a racket that nearly deafened Ostas.
The creature pointed it's sword at Ostas "And let the world fear us, creatures born of hate and blood shed. For we will destroy any who stand in our way. Praise to Gornfal!"
and for the first time in his life Ostas heard the Odium speak "Praise! Praise! Praise!"
Ostas watched them butcher the people while he lay there, after being tied up when he tried to stand. He watched them light the buildings on fire and chase the wolves, though they failed to catch them. And then they untied him and marched on, and he did nothing. Attempting to fight them would only get him killed.
Instead he waited, and then began towards the forest. He would visit the wolves.


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Gornfal (bare bones but I wanted to just lay down the ground work)
A god of pain and suffering. He enjoys watching scenes of destruction and murder, and will often reward his followers whom have killed many in his name.
He is often depicted to have ashen grey skin and missing both his ears, and with no discernable eyes.
Though there is something not even the other gods know, that he is the god of the Odium, who praise him in hopes that he aids their quest for blood, killing, and destruction.

I'd write up another short section of something else but I don't want to constantly post here and flood it, and I want to give people room to write stuff.
I will say this though, I've kind of formulated some weird story that's getting fleshed out as I write it here, and Ostas is only one of the characters in it.