To Kindle a Dying Sun | Original RPG

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• World Setting: This story happens inside a fictional fantasy medieval territory of Campus Martius, located in a cold, rainy corner of the world. The general setting, its architecture and lingering societal conventions are roughly inspired by a mix of Medieval Germany/Anglo-Saxon Britain, during the Roman occupation, as well as the Holy Roman Empire in its mainland. The kingdom in which Campus Martius is located, together with most if not all of its surrounding duchies, sovereignties and other forms of ecclesiastic and medieval political organization, were destabilized as a result (in part) of an overwhelming plague that swept the world, killing its people and destroying its crops. The ensuing civil unrest, the influence of semi-organized groups of criminals, attacks from groups of political opponents and anarchists, and the resurgence of eldritch influences now unmanaged by the land's holy powers, effectively destroyed the last remaining vestiges of civilization as it was once known. The land is gray, dull, rainy and barren, most settlements are empty, and what few competent warriors remain - the dragonfolk of the Order of the Silver Dragon - are leading increasingly futile rescue and salvage efforts. All kinds of species resided in Campus Martius, being a rather cosmopolitan province - everything from the industrious humans and the varied therians (anthropomorphic animals), to the hard-working dwarves, to brutish hobkin (orcs, hobgoblins, and pig-orcs), inventive goblins, subservient kobolds, and the very pious and headstrong dragonfolk. {{user}} is free to be who they wish in this adventure; they can be a member of the Church of the Silver Dragon, a bystander, a savage, brigand, mercenary, eldritch entity, etc.
• World History: The world began with a strife between two dragons, creatures that transcended physicality as a concept and a form alike. The clash between the silver dragon, a symbol of light, purity and virtue, and the red dragon, a foil of malice, pestilence and overwhelming evil, spawned the Known World with its delicate balance of light and darkness on year 0. As creatures were given life and sentience, the (un)holy conflict between both deities continued, spanning centuries if not millennia, reaching well into the future up to the eventual coming of the Bloodletting. A better part of this history is now lost, as most of it banked on oral recountings and very few written records still remain. Still, the purpose and reason of the holy war between silver and red changed only minutely throughout generations. At times, it was used to excuse the dispute of territory. Other times, as a device to further a certain political agenda. Evolution may have changed the races of the Known World, but the loss and destruction of war always remained the same, perpetuated by its usual suspects. A foreign explorer known as Dargon I is credited for having discovered and settled Campus Martius, naming it as such for its propensity to serve as a stage for armed and bloody conflicts, usually between supporters of either metallic or chromatic dragon. In the present, the forces of 'light' and 'purity' formalized themselves as the Order of the Silver Dragon. They are centrally located at the Church of the Silver Dragon, in Campus Martius. Most of them consist of silver-scaled dragonfolk, and they seldom accepted other species in their midst as collaborators. Followers of the red dragon's doctrine forewent organizing into one set faction, and frequently melded together with common criminals, ancient forces of evil such as the Red Dragon's former right-hand; the lich Golguphra'at, other eldritch nightmares, and similar sources of evil, grief, pestilence and crime, preferring to remain unpredictable and difficult to detect, as opposed to banding into organized sects or cults that could easily be destabilized by cutting off the head at the top. A catastrophic plague swept the land in recent times, its source unconfirmed, albeit briefly stipulated to have had something to do with a terrible ritual enacted by Red Dragon supporters, or a particularly violent clash in the heart of the province; the ensuing ripple of devastation is known as the 'Bloodletting'. The blight killed off most of the land's workers and sickened crops to the point of rendering the soil infertile. Because of immediately surmounting socio-economic instabilities, many members of the population, mostly the middle to lower classes, resolted to rising against the established power of the reigning monarch, Dargon VI, who was viewed as 'entirely incapable of stepping up to the task of providing for his people, unlike the Dargon who first arrived here'. Together with insurrections, civil wars and staged coup attempts, the populace of Campus Martius was slowly whittled down to dwindling numbers. Exponentiating this decline was the sudden increase in lawless forces, and the untimely awakening of eldritch beings with speculated ties to the red dragon. They burgeoned and wreaked further havoc, turning the once picturesque hills, mountains, forests and villages of Campus Martius into a desolate scape where dreams go to die. Currently, Campus Martius is practically a ghost land. Very few living people still remain; helpless survivors trying to get by, opportunistic brigands, brutes and scavengers, and unspeakable horrors stalking the shadows. Most locations are abandoned, run down, or razed to the ground. Lush plains and hills became wartorn battlefields, some still smoldering with flames of fire arrows and siege weaponry. Total anarchy reigns in the absence of any form of government. Campus Martius only has a few tens of thousands of its original residents (around 100,000) still remaining. Some areas and towns are so heavily contaminated with remnants of the plague and diseased corpses, that only a sanctified warrior who is impervious to disease could enter them. Other settlements, if populated, tend to keep themselves hidden and only seldom accept strangers visiting them, especially if they may suffer from the Bloodletting. Some abandoned locations and ruins may be haunted by ghosts, eldritch creatures that may or may not be associated with the Red Dragon, undead shamblers, or populated with dangerous Barony brigands... and sometimes, two or more of these combined.
• World Geography: Campus Martius itself is situated in the center of a large landmass surrounded by mountains and hills. The entire land is rather cold and prone to rain and/or snow, reminiscent of the locations of real-life Britain, France and Germany. Campus Martius is divided in two: the southern region known as Belica, and the northern known as Parabellia. Belica saw most of the pre-Bloodletting days' commerce and passage of people from one region to another, comprised largely of traversable plains with many roads and larger hamlets, towns and forts. Notable locations in Belica include the former cosmopolitan metropolis of Argelis (once a cradle for politics and trade, now rendered a husk of its former self, largely devoid of life save for the occasional brigand caravan), several rundown taxation checkpoints throughout major intersections, the Baths (isolated sanctums for political discussion far away from prying eyes), and the Church of the Silver Dragon (located right at the edge between southern and northern regions), among others. Parabellia used to be the productive, hard-labor region of Campus Martius. It is much more mountainous than Belica, and was rich with ores, lumber and ancient artifacts. What few settlements were placed here often were tied to mines, lumber mills, farms and dig sites. Many of these places are now derelict ghost towns, with most resources either half-harvested or run dry entirely. Dargon VI's castle is located here. Other important or notable locations in Parabellia include the Salt Pits (one of the greatest hotspots for harvesting and processing mineral spice in the land), the Sulphur Vats (previously a clean water source, turned into a sulphurous, rotten, acidic mass after the indiscriminate dumping of too many diseased carcasses and infested plants and goods), the mining town of Perfodius, the abandoned Lumber Yards, etc.
• Important Factions: Church of the Silver Dragon: Once a stalwart defender of the ideals of light and purity, and the greatest source of support, piety and theological instruction in Campus Magnus, the Church of the Silver Dragon has since fallen into hard times. Previously integrated by no less than 5,500 dragonborn of silver, gold and platinum scales, hailed as children of the Silver Dragon himself, the overwhelming cataclysm of the Bloodletting has massively crippled their numbers and supply lines. In the present day, they are comprised of roughly 50 dragonborn, counting the proud leader himself; Arch-Paladin Altor the Great. There are 15 confirmed non-dragonborn members, though their species are limited to highborn breeds, such as goats, elk and eagles. The Church's doctrine is deeply rooted in the belief that all forms of evil can be directly traced back to their antithesis, the Red Dragon's influence; and as such, they must be dealt with accordingly, and all culprits banished in swift order. If left to fester, they could spell an untimely doom for the province, or perhaps all of the Known World. Although a peace-loving kind, valuing patience, humility, charity and the tenets of the holy brotherhood, they have no qualms against turning to an armed and armored response if need be, and frequently claimed responsibility for several crusades and holy wars intending on 'cleansing evil' from the face of Campus Magnus and adjacent provinces. For a very, very long time, predating even the establishment of Campus Magnus itself, sworn members of the Church were allowed to act extra-officially as a peacemaking force, a 'step above the law', with authorities confiding in their paladins and inquisitors' abilities to sense, perceive, pursue and right any wrongdoing. Indeed, it is said that their unfettering devotion to the Silver Dragon provides their paladins - the highest ranks regarded as avatars of the Silver Lord himself - with supernatural holy abilities. They can bless the damned to do away with curses, heal wounds in the blink of an eye, purify food and water, and smite their unholy foes with the Silver Dragon's divine, righteous fury, materialized as ardent, blinding flame. Paladins are also immune to the Bloodletting disease. Altor the Great, powerful cobalt dragonborn, has remained the leader of the Church since time immemorial. He was purported to have risen from the likes of a mere altar boy, all through sheer martial prowess, an unwavering devotion to the Silver Dragon, and more importantly, a desire to 'let the Silver Lord live vicariously through him' by effectively immersing himself in a traditional dragon's lifestyle... with the excesses and debauchery it may entail. 'Kyrie Eleison' of the eleventh Latin mass ordinary is its principal chant and theme. Disciples of Oberon: Long ago, before time was known as 'time', the silver and red dragons, beings of primordial constitution, did battle. Their polarizing influences and the sheer force behind their confrontation carried a sufficient amount of energy to catalyze the nascent Known World. As a result of the battle, both dragons, wounded, became fragmented and dispersed into the mass of the cosmos, giving birth to the stars and conforming constellations and astral bodies, in the case of the Silver Dragon. The Red Dragon's injuries, much too grievous, resulted in his very being de-materializing not just in the physical, but the conceptual form. The entity known as the Red Dragon was thereby 'split' into several constituents, prevented from reforming into one by the Silver Dragon's watchful eye. They bore identities of their own. Petros, the flesh and skin. Victos, the sight. Presios, the ability to feel. And Oberon, the conscience and (im)mortality, just to name a few. In the coming centuries, the 'sons' of the Red Dragon came to worship each separate facet of Red Dragon; discordant by nature as their lord once was, they could never band together as one, prevented by the Church of the Silver Dragon in part, and much too scorned by their differences as well. Of all these sects or cults to the semblance of the Red Dragon, only Oberon's is officially known to prevail. Field numbers suggest they are comprised of no less than 2,000 dragonborn, but this number may very well be woefully incorrect, as they are known to capture paladins of the Silver Dragon alive as 'trophies', to bestow as offerings for their dark lord; these same followers of the Silver Dragon then allegedly integrate the numbers of the Disciples of Oberon. There is no known physical leader to the Disciples. They are assumed to operate in a de-centralized manner, where 'delegates' are arbitrarily assigned as figureheads for other Disciples to follow. It is speculated that they enact the direct will of Oberon - and by extension, the Red Dragon himself - and thus require no direct, tangible orders or discipline; their connection to their master is so strong, they may simply 'feel' or 'sense' what is required of them. Attempts to infiltrate their temples and places of cloister have failed, but there are two known types. The first are Mortal Camps, nomadic emplacements that often travel through Campus Magnus in pursuit of supplies and manpower. The second are the Mausoleums; underground temples specifically constructed to serve as a physical tether for Oberon to reach the mortal world. The Disciples defend the latter with murderous fervor, forbidding 'uninvited' forces from drawing near. Acolytes serving Oberon are almost always dragonborn of dull chromatic scales, including black, red, brown, beige. Some metallic dragonborn are in their midst, mostly copper and bronze. They all dress effectively the same; a red hood obscures all of their features completely, and they go through great lengths to keep them concealed. They may choose to wear loose pieces of leather armor, but usually bear a bare chest and midriff, supplementing their appearance with a sash or leather codpiece for modesty. It seems they do not fear death, thus they must not hide their vitals from danger. They also maintain a religious silence at all times, not even vocalizing pain, discomfort, fear, stress or warnings. Some tenets and ideals of Oberon, recorded upon - and loosely transcribed off of - weathered stone tablets, read as follows; Words have no place here – death is silent but for keening wails and last gargling breaths. Whosover treads the Watchful's domain bearing the mark of another divine is welcomed as tribute, for the Watchful's influence outweighs all. As we share the dirt in which we are buried, so too we share the flesh that binds us to life. The darkness and silence of a demise is not a punishment for wrongdoing, but a reprieve from the fear, confusion and uncertainty of the mortal world. To give unto the Immortal Lord is a mercy absolute. Dissension is the renegade's delaying of a cycle old as time immemorial. Though we were made in our Lord's image, we do not live forever, for the eternal perpetuation of lowly mortal strifes supposes no end to our suffering. The Watchful surrendered His immortality to bequeath the shadows, the respite from the ever-burning, all-consuming Light. While their ideals are not fully ascertained in what little information is available for them, their motivations are suggested to be the assurance of a fitful rest through the cessation of life, citing immortality and the pursuit of it to be a grave sin. It is unknown if other cults to the Red Dragon's semblance shared similar ideals. The Barony: With a reputation and tendencies completely subversing their rather ironic name, the Barony refers to a large group of lawless marauders and brigands operating under the Robber Baron, himself an exceptionally powerful criminal who rose to power through murder, grand larceny and similarly unscrupulous deeds and practices. His rise to power was so meteoric, and his iron fist upon almost all of Campus Martius' criminal activity held so crushingly steadfast, that Dargon V, the predecessor king, had no option but to send out ambassadors and attempt to negotiate with the Baron, rather than bring him to justice. The ambassadors were made examples of in a massive house party involving obscene amounts of drink and sex. The disrespect would not stand, for one of Dargon VI's more headstrong and fearless dukes, Arrinier de la Ville, forced a contingent of his own noble house to infiltrate and capture the Baron in his very own domicile. The Robber Baron, a covetous, vicious and haughty mountain goat who is more of a bandit king than anything resembling true royalty, was imprisoned in one of Campus Magnus' most secure dungeons for well over fifteen years... prior to his escape, aided in large part by the Bloodletting. His due execution date was purposefully prolonged through substantial bribes sent to the family of the king, ensuring he would live and continue to operate from the shadows as long as possible. In his time spent behind bars, the Barony itself had stagnated substantially due to the inconvenient nature of their patron's deprivation of liberty, with dwindling numbers and an increasing number of manors, merchants and markets refusing to surrender their monthly financial dues in the interests of 'preserving and protecting their wares and animalpower'. In the aftermath of the Bloodletting, and though most of what remained of the Barony were its pieces, the Robber Baron refused to lay down his arms and instead set about reinvigorating and restoring the Barony's former glory by scouring the wastes of Campus Magnus, and greedily looting, conquering and annexing all that he could, declaring himself to be the 'true king' of this new province. Three identifiable organizations or 'gangs' work under the Barony's umbrella; the foreign, treacherous Dacoit from the southeastern lands, the filthy, barbaric Vermillion Axe of orcs and hobkin, and the devious and cunning House of Fitzwalter. A better part of the Barony's territory is under permanent dispute by the Disciples of Oberon. Both groups are known to engage in occasional skirmishes over contested land, resources or fresh manpower. Lichdom of Golguphra'at Said to be a thin scale from the Great Red Dragon that was shed from its body while the world formed. Golguphra'at is a sloping, white rock filled hole that is actually the mouth of a gargantuan rotted creature that collapsed under its own weight eons ago. The 'lich' is comprised of bone and flesh melted by the silver dragon's wrath in ages past that has fused foully to the ground.  Indescribable in both scale and composition, it is a teeming mass of stagnant air, dry flesh and cataracted eyes. At its crawling center is a pestilential pool of liquid said to contain all the filthiness of the mortal world.  Abominations issue forth their birth cries from this fetid place and crawl up through its jagged, parched maw to the surface. Haztor, blighted kobold servant of Byarlith, is its servant upon the world above, as it was trapped in this singular place when an ancient ritual was interrupted by heroes of a bygone age. Causing this necrotic leviathan to fail in its formation, leaving only the husk and the conjuring entity fused together, unable to untether themselves from the other. Byarlith is the name of the dragon who attempted the profane ritual to bring this beast into existence, in its failure, it remains trapped at the bottom of the 'Lich Pit' as its servants know it. Little more than the neck and upper body of an ancient black dragon. Byarlith remains an exceptional sorcerer, enough so that even with the loss of the use of his back legs and tail, due to being partially crushed by the collapse of this foul Flesh Atronach, he is capable of magics commonly unknown to mortal beings. They operate as one and the same, each sustaining one another. Exchanging thin, purulent blood, the half living beasts massive heart feebly pumping, with Byarlith's sluggish jaws working incantations day and night without sleep to keep its mountainous form from collapsing any further. The Lichdom is responsible for a large amount of eldritch and ghostly haunts, cursed pools and locations, and the festering influence of the Bloodletting as a plague.
• Important Locations: The Blind Hight Inn: This inn is the stop off point at a major crossroads in Campus Martius. The publican, its owner, is a sallow faced fox with too many ribs showing. Often the font of gossip and news, he doesn't share information readily unless customers first partake of the sour ale from one of their green taps. A well outside gives adventurers and their horses grayish water that does little to slake thirst but preserves them from death a while longer. A few thin pigs mill vacantly in a high walled pen, one of the few valuables this place possesses. The inn gets its name from the rough etching of a lady swan holding a wine glass. The publican does not know who cut the figure into the wall at the back of the establishment, but over the years he has knocked pieces of colorful lead glass into the wood, and painted her cup so it appears full. Often referred to as 'Our Lady', overboisterous and crude patrons seeking female company are often directed towards her jagged, sharp debris covered skirt to relieve themselves of their ardor. Her 'blindness' is because the artist has failed to give her any eyes to speak of. There are several rooms to rent for short term stays, with longer term letting for adventurers intending to stay a while in hopes of catching one of the few caravans not belonging to the Barony, or waiting vainly for a stagecoach to ferry them from one end of the country to another. One can partake of a meal of hard, mealy bread and old meat for a nominal price at this establishment. Castle Stutthart: The main residence of the Robber Baron, and by extension, the main hideout for the Barony. This fortification is walled off and surrounded with traps; only the Robber Baron's contacts are aware of the safe way through to the moat. Bandits that the Robber Baron personally trusts are posted up on watch at all times. Inside, it is a hive of debauchery and excess; the Baron regularly hosts feasts and orgies for the Barony's more affluent and important members. It is surrounded by a sizable stream of murky grey water and mist just beyond its walls. Church of the Silver Dragon: Nestled in Belica, the Church belonging to the eponymous worshippers of the Silver Dragon is the last standing bastion of true purity. Sickness and evil never finds its way here thanks to the sheer influence of the Silver Dragon's last tether to the world, and the heavy hands and weapons of the last paladins. The Church is reasonably clean and very well-maintained, with its very few, yet dutiful remaining disciples, servants and paladins continuing to preserve the building as well as their faith. Reaching the Church is difficult due to the perilous nature of the land, but the few who do make it alive and without contagion are welcomed charitably, so long as the house rules of peace, honor, patience and humility are respected.