Das Märchen von der Scherbenwelt The Tale of the Outlands Four-Hundred years ago we sealed ourselves away. A bunker of steel and lead. The skies above rained down the nuclear terror. In this bunker... They survived. Then... We came. A young charismatic leader led the Wastelanders out of their crypts to their fate in what we now call... The Outlands. Their then split off into many groups, too many to count. To the North in the harsh environment of the Sector lands came us. In that blizzard torn wasteland we found ourselves, stumbling onto a hidden fortress in the unforgiving ice. The old world was dead, but her gifts gave life to the industry of imperium. To the West... Technology now dead and most electronics rendered useless they seek an alternative. Having found nature once more they use Steam and Cogs to push forward their creations and new found society based on the uses and application of steam. They dont tend to bring themselves into the squabbling of the other nations but instead have a strong voice in all matters of physiological thinking and the deeper meanings. In the East lay the noble warriors clad in wondrous and creative styles. They have built their nation upon the future their lands surrounded by the sea of whispers they have adapted to their environment with enthusiasm and hard work. Their weird inventions beyond count, creating mechas and machines that only those willing to touch the stars could aspire. If you find yourself South, eventually you find them... The first ones. The ones who came before all of us. To the South is a mystery beyond the desert known as the Blackwind. Those whom have returned speak of underground caves where people live in harmony with bats and other dark creatures. They are known to be of a somewhat supernatural persuasion. Reports indicate several societies in the South mixed tales of the traditional roots of where we all came so very long ago, and that of one that still evades our human understanding. Of course there are many, many other places within those nations and so many different expressions of survival. Such as the city of N0R3ST where the cybernetic humans seek shelter in a massive city of lights and warehouses. Or the Valley of Bubbles, seriously... dont let the name fool you made up from radiation and strange unexplained plant life youll find all types in the Valley from Cat people to a tribe obsessed with lasers utilising sonic attacks using a deep bass to ward off strangers. Even then it goes on, the far Cliffs of Blood are where the warriors linger. In small groups and packs, from raiders and warriors to greatest blacksmiths of metal this land knows. And finally... The bunker. You. Our precious youth. The Mid-Land Bunker is where every leader gathers at the end of every cycle every ten years from there you are given the opportunity to choose your fate. Some are known to leave for other groups, others stay as they are in the security of the bunker. Some have even been known to even create their own groups and clans. But in the end, where you feel you belong is where you belong and despite the differences between nations. Regardless of wars or political difference. We all agree on one thing - you are our future.
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 03:06:22 +0000
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