The Mists

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Within the world of Turain, a foul Mist has begun seeping into everything outside of the great city of Beacon, which is protected by The Lighthouse. Within the world of Turain, The Lighthouse is the one singular aspect permanently visible within the Mists which surround the town. Meaning it's a constant gathering place of people, items and creatures. Within Beacon, the town holding the Lighthouse. Multitudes of species and creature roam freely. From humans, to Anthros, to Demons and Angels, anyone and anything can be found within the walls of Beacon.

Despite Beacon sounding like a great place to be, corruption is rife. Lower 'level' civilians are given hardly enough to live off while higher levels- near the top of the lighthouse and furthest from the Mists. Live fat and happy off what the Delvers bring back from within the Mists.

Inside the Mists which reside outside of town, the world is constantly shifting. Every two weeks the world shuffles and resets. Resources which had been taken regrowing- if you can find them. Familiar locations will be gone and new areas will be in their place leading every trip into the Mists to be dangerous and deadly.

Within the Mists are creatures known as Mirage. The Mirage are monstrous creatures, some based off myth, others based off the worst imaginations to ever exist. The creatures are creatively cruel, intent on killing not only people, but one another. Some the size of mice, others the size of skyscrapers and everywhere in between. The Mists are a dangerous and cruel place to be.

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Delvers: Those brave souls who risk the wastes scavenging food, resources and who are tasked with slaying a Mirage in the worst case. Delvers are treated with the utmost respect- even higher still than those of the highest levels. To risk oneself Delving and survive is to experience a world that leaves you haunted for life.

Beacon: The great city of beacon is made of three 'levels', named 'ground' for the poorest ground floor. Where mud waste and refuse roamed. 'Pocket' for the middle level, while still a bit muddy, it lacked the disgust of the lower floors. And 'Elysium' for the highest. Where ivory spirals held mansions of spotless marble.

The Lighthouse: Powered by a rare crystal found in the Mist known as 'Lumine', The Lighthouse is the sole known source of preventing the encroaching Mists and mirages. Creating a protective dome around the city of Beacon and also providing hope to those surviving within the Mists. Its light can be seen from anywhere, at any time. Like a shining star.

The Mists/Mist: An eternally lingering wall of hazy mist which seems otherworldly at the best of times, and actively malicious at worst. While the Mist itself is harmless, the multitude of beings within are not. Any entry to the Mists is permitted only after accepting that you may die. There are no second chances within that foggy hell.