PREMISE
- DIRECTORY -
There was a war.
A civil internal war far more devastating than from any army could possibly result. It ravaged the once grand city: drowning it with mass force, burning and peeling away its very core, suffocating the very last life from its fingertips and burying the torn remains.
There was nothing left standing. No victor, no prize, no people, no citizens. A tragedy at best. A disgusting example of a crusade gone wrong at its worst.
The once grand city, known as Nuadoria, lies in ruin somewhere someplace, but it is that very same city you find yourself standing in that is completely in tact, deserted only as if the population has fled.
(A war happened here over the control of something that was uncontrollable. In the end, a demon destroyed it all, leaving nothing left. But, it seems as if you have found where it was taken to.)I
It smells like blood, is the first thing you notice when you come to your senses. The air is dense, heavily pressured and full of the deadly scent of metal seared raw. It's coming from nowhere, at first, you're sure. The entire air is saturated, drowning in the putridity. You're sure of it, until you hear a scream. You turn to look, and there's red out of the corner of your eyes, blood splashing but it and its source are gone when you finally get a full view.
There it is again.
But, the same thing happens. The sound of yelling; warcries in the night and again you're looking for the ones responsible, but there is nothing. Weapons-you're sure they're weapons-clash against one another (swords slice air and embed into flesh, guns release sprays of bullets, magic crackles in deadly warning at its opponents before its fatal strike) and it feels like the ground is shaking beneath you.
The earth roars its discontent. The air answers with a breeze that makes its smell overpowering (it smells like sweat and blood and filth and death now).
You hear the cracking of ice, great glaciers falling apart underneath the roar of flames and you can only wonder what you are experiencing inside your head (because it's all in your head-it has to be).
And then you wake up. Sounds and smells gone, leaving you to your disoriented thoughts as you find yourself very alone in the streets of a grand city.
Welcome to Nuadoria, a device attached to your wrist flashes at you mockingly. And whether you try to pull it off (which you can't) or merely scowl at it before ignoring it, you realize one very important thing: you being here isn't a mistake even though it should be.
Someone or something brought you here.IIAbsolute ✘ Threshold is a small (finite) plot-intensive multifandom game that incorporates themes and concepts primarily from the concept of the psychology's perception.
The experience of the character is entirely dependent upon the player and their character's unique traits and reactions to the world. This game is meant for proactive RPers who especially enjoy writing log interactions between characters and are interested in a concept where the choices of the players depend on the fate of the city and its citizens.III
GAME INFO » SETTING » RULES » FAQ » EVENT ARCHIVE » NPCs
TAKEN CHARACTERS » RESERVES » APPLICATIONS » DROPS & HIATUS » SUGGESTION BOX
absolute_logs » absolute_ooc » cryptamnesia
- DIRECTORY -
NAVIGATION
There was a war.
A civil internal war far more devastating than from any army could possibly result. It ravaged the once grand city: drowning it with mass force, burning and peeling away its very core, suffocating the very last life from its fingertips and burying the torn remains.
There was nothing left standing. No victor, no prize, no people, no citizens. A tragedy at best. A disgusting example of a crusade gone wrong at its worst.
The once grand city, known as Nuadoria, lies in ruin somewhere someplace, but it is that very same city you find yourself standing in that is completely in tact, deserted only as if the population has fled.
(A war happened here over the control of something that was uncontrollable. In the end, a demon destroyed it all, leaving nothing left. But, it seems as if you have found where it was taken to.)I
It smells like blood, is the first thing you notice when you come to your senses. The air is dense, heavily pressured and full of the deadly scent of metal seared raw. It's coming from nowhere, at first, you're sure. The entire air is saturated, drowning in the putridity. You're sure of it, until you hear a scream. You turn to look, and there's red out of the corner of your eyes, blood splashing but it and its source are gone when you finally get a full view.
There it is again.
But, the same thing happens. The sound of yelling; warcries in the night and again you're looking for the ones responsible, but there is nothing. Weapons-you're sure they're weapons-clash against one another (swords slice air and embed into flesh, guns release sprays of bullets, magic crackles in deadly warning at its opponents before its fatal strike) and it feels like the ground is shaking beneath you.
The earth roars its discontent. The air answers with a breeze that makes its smell overpowering (it smells like sweat and blood and filth and death now).
You hear the cracking of ice, great glaciers falling apart underneath the roar of flames and you can only wonder what you are experiencing inside your head (because it's all in your head-it has to be).
And then you wake up. Sounds and smells gone, leaving you to your disoriented thoughts as you find yourself very alone in the streets of a grand city.
Welcome to Nuadoria, a device attached to your wrist flashes at you mockingly. And whether you try to pull it off (which you can't) or merely scowl at it before ignoring it, you realize one very important thing: you being here isn't a mistake even though it should be.
Someone or something brought you here.IIAbsolute ✘ Threshold is a small (finite) plot-intensive multifandom game that incorporates themes and concepts primarily from the concept of the psychology's perception.
The experience of the character is entirely dependent upon the player and their character's unique traits and reactions to the world. This game is meant for proactive RPers who especially enjoy writing log interactions between characters and are interested in a concept where the choices of the players depend on the fate of the city and its citizens.III
GAME INFO » SETTING » RULES » FAQ » EVENT ARCHIVE » NPCs
TAKEN CHARACTERS » RESERVES » APPLICATIONS » DROPS & HIATUS » SUGGESTION BOX
absolute_logs » absolute_ooc » cryptamnesia
- DIRECTORY -
NAVIGATION