The United Nations of Yewdonheim, is a grand collection of Kingdoms that have been in power for centuries. Said to have been born from the roots of the Divine Soul Tree, all the lands in Yewdonheim unite in allegiance under its name. Most every country in the vast Union is ruled by a ‘divine’ monarchy or matriarchy chosen by ingesting the Guttation of the Divine Soul Tree. It is said that the Guttation holds the holy energy of the Gods and only those chosen will survive drinking it. Only after the heavenly justice is made clear are the destined allowed to ascend to the throne while those rejected are left sick, dead, or worse.
The Golden Sands Of Shamar by Papadjinn, literature
Literature
The Golden Sands Of Shamar
Shamar, once named the land of the Great Golden Sands, is the modern collections of countries in the largest desert in the world. Legend states that the sands were born from the death of a great savior. What was once a sprawling green land was reduced to a desert as punishment from the Gods’ when the tribes of those plains killed their chosen one. The only thing left that lends any credence to this legend is the scattered green oases in the vast body of sands. Over the ages, many cities rose and fell to one another for territories and the scarce resources. The savage nature of the sands could not continue forever and due to the mili
Part One: Tainted Dreams
As a creation of Berial and a member of the horn, Belphegor was made with the purpose of freeing his father from the belly of Abaddon. Having inherited his father’s intellect, he held very little desire for anything beyond completing his purpose. When it was time for him to collect a body, Belphegor wasted no time on dead men or children. Instead he claimed the body of an intelligent young builder and drove him insane. Once he’d broke the mind, the spirit didn’t take long to follow and Belphegor took over the body as if it had always been his own. The desert city that the builder resided in had
Heat, boiling heat filled Dominic as he found himself loitering outside of a local private gym. He wanted to believe that the scorch he felt at the top of his skin was standing in the gaze of the sun for so long, but he knew it wasn’t true. The rage filling his body could not remain hidden by some façade nor did he want it to and when he entered the gym, he clenched his fists tight. There was a group of men within dressed in sports gear. Only three or four were actually working out, the other five were simply shit talking or watching with goofy grins on their faces. When the chime sounded off to announce Dominic’s entry,
Sweat, blood and near darkness filled the underground room that Dominic found himself walking in. The dim lighting and shouts coming from the crowed added to the atmosphere of the cage fighting that was happening only a few feet from himself. There were only a few rules within the chain link ring, which would minimize causalities and keep the money flowing through the door. The place was actually run by Dom’s boss, which was why he was there at all. The Showman had heard of a fighter who was cleaning everyone she came across in a brawl. Outside of her clear strength, she could produce fire to maximize her damage. At least that̵
Heat, boiling heat filled Dominic as he found himself loitering outside of a local private gym. He wanted to believe that the scorch he felt at the top of his skin was standing in the gaze of the sun for so long, but he knew it wasn’t true. The rage filling his body could not remain hidden by some façade nor did he want it to and when he entered the gym, he clenched his fists tight. There was a group of men within dressed in sports gear. Only three or four were actually working out, the other five were simply shit talking or watching with goofy grins on their faces. When the chime sounded off to announce Dominic’s entry,
Part One: Tso of Chun-Nan Tso was born in the country of Chun-Nan, a city of art and martial discipline. As the only girl in her litter and her family of martial artists, she had a hard time gaining any recognition. The young shiba didn’t find life becoming any easier when it was revealed that she had a natural talent for tinkering. Although she was trained alongside her brothers, it was clear that she focused most of her time towards the scientific pursuits. Deep in her heart, she knew that she could push the limitations of her people if only someone would invest in her research. Unfortunately for her, the people of Chun-nan believed that dedication to the body and spirit were the only ways to truly ascend beyond the restraint of mortality. Do to the traditional ways of her family, she was looked down on for her beliefs and forced to conform. However cruel this treatment was, she applied it to her studies, looking for any way she could to further her research. Although
Part One: Pasha, Born to Lead Only a few years after the quell of the great Rosian rebellion, the young princess Pasha was born. The child of Curtana and Dom, the little noble was treated with the upmost care and even as a warrior she only had the greatest instructors. The young coyote’s mother also had a hand in making sure that her daughter knew the people of Rosa, not just those in power but also those who needed the most help. Pasha was taught about what spurred the rebellion and how it was satisfied, her mother wanting her to learn the lessons of the past. Although Pasha had never met her grandfather, she held a bit of resentment towards him for the risk he’d put the kingdom in for his own fulfillment. As time went on, the feeling she had for the grandfather she never knew seeped into the relationship she had with her Uncle Gada, the Sultan of Rosa. Although she did not hate him or wish him harm, she found that she couldn’t help but have her guard up around him. It
Part One: Katar, the Bloodied Raised in a small village within the borders of Rosa, Katar was trained from a young age to be a warrior and hunter. The runt of his litter, it was assumed that he would have a difficult time excelling within the roll expected of him as a man of the tribe. Before long however, he began to grow rapidly and proved he had incredible potential. By the time he’d reached adulthood, he was able to best warriors who’d been fighting for twice as long as he had. With his incredible strength and massive size, he became the envy for all males in his home. In battle, he was a force of nature able to tear down dozens of enemies single-handedly. Those who witnesses to his deed began calling him Katar the Bloodied to honor his kills. Katar found love in the daughter of his village’s shaman, Lurock. The spirit guide did not believe that Katar and Risae should be wed as he foresaw a great calamity that would bring ruin to the village had they done so.
Part One: Birth of The Horn After the final betrayal by Berial’s own creation, Abaddon, the once divine being was seal away in the demon’s belly like a common meal. In his weakened state he had no chance of escaping, yet he was too prideful to suffer in silence. Using the scraps of power left within, he casted a spell to syphon the energy of the damn with Abaddon. With their strength at his aid, Berial fashioned the husks for his clutch. Placing a piece of his soul within each to breathe life into the shells. The first Asmodeus, imbued with his desire for freedom and the one meant to lead. Belphegor, was his second and was presented with his wisdom so he may lay traps for the mortals. Lastly Noya, was born of conquest and all the beauty that Berial saw within it. Once their mission had been explained, he warned them that as residents of Abaddon they would not be able to leave with their true bodies. Instead they would have to tether their souls to a body so that they
The United Nations of Yewdonheim, is a grand collection of Kingdoms that have been in power for centuries. Said to have been born from the roots of the Divine Soul Tree, all the lands in Yewdonheim unite in allegiance under its name. Most every country in the vast Union is ruled by a ‘divine’ monarchy or matriarchy chosen by ingesting the Guttation of the Divine Soul Tree. It is said that the Guttation holds the holy energy of the Gods and only those chosen will survive drinking it. Only after the heavenly justice is made clear are the destined allowed to ascend to the throne while those rejected are left sick, dead, or worse.
The Golden Sands Of Shamar by Papadjinn, literature
Literature
The Golden Sands Of Shamar
Shamar, once named the land of the Great Golden Sands, is the modern collections of countries in the largest desert in the world. Legend states that the sands were born from the death of a great savior. What was once a sprawling green land was reduced to a desert as punishment from the Gods’ when the tribes of those plains killed their chosen one. The only thing left that lends any credence to this legend is the scattered green oases in the vast body of sands. Over the ages, many cities rose and fell to one another for territories and the scarce resources. The savage nature of the sands could not continue forever and due to the mili
Part One: Tainted Dreams
As a creation of Berial and a member of the horn, Belphegor was made with the purpose of freeing his father from the belly of Abaddon. Having inherited his father’s intellect, he held very little desire for anything beyond completing his purpose. When it was time for him to collect a body, Belphegor wasted no time on dead men or children. Instead he claimed the body of an intelligent young builder and drove him insane. Once he’d broke the mind, the spirit didn’t take long to follow and Belphegor took over the body as if it had always been his own. The desert city that the builder resided in had
Heat, boiling heat filled Dominic as he found himself loitering outside of a local private gym. He wanted to believe that the scorch he felt at the top of his skin was standing in the gaze of the sun for so long, but he knew it wasn’t true. The rage filling his body could not remain hidden by some façade nor did he want it to and when he entered the gym, he clenched his fists tight. There was a group of men within dressed in sports gear. Only three or four were actually working out, the other five were simply shit talking or watching with goofy grins on their faces. When the chime sounded off to announce Dominic’s entry,
Sweat, blood and near darkness filled the underground room that Dominic found himself walking in. The dim lighting and shouts coming from the crowed added to the atmosphere of the cage fighting that was happening only a few feet from himself. There were only a few rules within the chain link ring, which would minimize causalities and keep the money flowing through the door. The place was actually run by Dom’s boss, which was why he was there at all. The Showman had heard of a fighter who was cleaning everyone she came across in a brawl. Outside of her clear strength, she could produce fire to maximize her damage. At least that̵
Heat, boiling heat filled Dominic as he found himself loitering outside of a local private gym. He wanted to believe that the scorch he felt at the top of his skin was standing in the gaze of the sun for so long, but he knew it wasn’t true. The rage filling his body could not remain hidden by some façade nor did he want it to and when he entered the gym, he clenched his fists tight. There was a group of men within dressed in sports gear. Only three or four were actually working out, the other five were simply shit talking or watching with goofy grins on their faces. When the chime sounded off to announce Dominic’s entry,
Part One: Katar, the Bloodied Raised in a small village within the borders of Rosa, Katar was trained from a young age to be a warrior and hunter. The runt of his litter, it was assumed that he would have a difficult time excelling within the roll expected of him as a man of the tribe. Before long however, he began to grow rapidly and proved he had incredible potential. By the time he’d reached adulthood, he was able to best warriors who’d been fighting for twice as long as he had. With his incredible strength and massive size, he became the envy for all males in his home. In battle, he was a force of nature able to tear down dozens of enemies single-handedly. Those who witnesses to his deed began calling him Katar the Bloodied to honor his kills. Katar found love in the daughter of his village’s shaman, Lurock. The spirit guide did not believe that Katar and Risae should be wed as he foresaw a great calamity that would bring ruin to the village had they done so.
Part One: Birth of The Horn After the final betrayal by Berial’s own creation, Abaddon, the once divine being was seal away in the demon’s belly like a common meal. In his weakened state he had no chance of escaping, yet he was too prideful to suffer in silence. Using the scraps of power left within, he casted a spell to syphon the energy of the damn with Abaddon. With their strength at his aid, Berial fashioned the husks for his clutch. Placing a piece of his soul within each to breathe life into the shells. The first Asmodeus, imbued with his desire for freedom and the one meant to lead. Belphegor, was his second and was presented with his wisdom so he may lay traps for the mortals. Lastly Noya, was born of conquest and all the beauty that Berial saw within it. Once their mission had been explained, he warned them that as residents of Abaddon they would not be able to leave with their true bodies. Instead they would have to tether their souls to a body so that they
Part One Karma: Ashali, the abyss serpent was a seemingly endless being that represented the void that all things must return to. From her womb, was born her son Yevonesis the one who stood before all things. Weakened from his birth, Ashali went into a deep slumber leaving her son to play as he saw fit. Yevonesis grew within the darkness and emptiness that his mother had left him in where he grew lonely. This loneliness pain him so much, that he fell apart in a fit of madness. Where once there was one, now there were four: Berial, Hadrian, Izhain, and Kahalla. Hadrian knew that his kin desired more than the vast darkness that surrounded them and as such he crafted the twilight. Using the power within himself, he sculpted stars and scattered them all around. Inspired by his brother, Izhain crafted life to live among those stars to entertain his brethren. Berial, wanting to contribute as well, wrote out rules for the life that Izhain made. Clever little Kahalla, knew that
Preston walked toward his room after a long day in the Castle. Making sure to survey the settlements that he and the General had helped to established always made for a stressful day. It had only been a month since the Institute and Brotherhood had been taken down and yet it seemed like the Minutemen’s problems had grown, not faded. With the boogeymen gone, the raiders began climbing out of the debris looking to take advantage of the power vacuum that was left.
As he turned into the hole in the wall he called a room, he saw the general sitting at the small table that Preston ate his meals at. It was surprise to see his friend and leade