Post Images that can be a basis for a setting. Others describe what the setting is about

Post Images that can be a basis for a setting. Others describe what the setting is about.

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This setting is about a struggle to protect the World Tree, which is actually a pretty regular-sized tree. Every one of the World Tree's defenders knows that the Tree is important, but they disagree on why. Some fo them claim it holds up the sky or stops the ground from blowing away, or stops the air from growing too impure. The guy on the wolf-horse wants to log the tree to make a piano, which he believes he will be able to play to magically cure disease.

>I don't have many relevant images that I haven't already posted in the not-character art thread.

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Global warming has melted the ice caps, all that exists of the continents are archipelagos that form tribal nation-states, which launch various far flung expeditions to recover technology of centuries past.

The world was ascending into a wondrous enlightenment, natural philosophers were delving into the deepest secrets the world had to offer. Riches untold were the shares of the world's vast growing cities, the cosmos was offering up its secrets to the fearless leaders of secret-seekers. Society across the world was being hurled from squalid barbarism to global mastery faster and faster with each passing generation. It was a wonderful time to be alive.

But then, one day, the snow started falling.

And it never stopped falling. All attempts to melt it led to destructive floods, the salt used on roads actually froze, crops withered into brittle black stalks and bulbs and the cities began to buckle under the pressure of the snows. The sky was a filthy grey smear and the sun seemed to be hidden behind more and more layers every day. Humanity retreated ever upwards into the remaining towers and mountain peaks to watch the snows follow.

Generations passed and the enlightenment became an old story. Out of necessity and desperation, expeditions carved out tunnels through the ice into the frozen, night-black cities far below. One day, the mountains shook and there came swarming out of them countless millions of winged dragons, whose fire burnt away the ice - burnt it into flaking ash. Their flames freed up the skies and sunlight began to hazily burn through the clouds. But they also stood in defense of the tunnels men made into the frozen cities below and wouldn't dare let any pass into them.

The truth of the matter is humanity did something back in the enlightenment to bring about the snows and the dragons are there to make sure they don't do it again, so they stop men from going into the old cities and replicating their mistakes. But they're also there to combat the ice and things from the tunnels which sometimes emerge and make men curious to seek out their source. Every human habitations has a guardian dragon. Some obey its wishes to remain above, some don't.

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Constantine died a miserable death and never ruined Rome.

White people get to enjoy their own religious beliefs for the rest of the course of history. Krampus fistbumps a druid or something.

Isn't that just the Kon-Tiki?

I'd still play it.

Gods from another dimension invade your world, using Vortexes that pop up wherever there is a concentration of magic, such as in cities with magic universities, great temples and sites of battles where magic was used a lot. These gods claim your world once belonged to them, but they were cheated of it by the current gods.

The Gods send down their avatars to aid those who fight in their name, these creatures may take the shape of giant beasts, warriors for martial tribes or beasts, birds and totems for the pacific ones

Weeaboo fish fuckers

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The world is sick and has to die. It has to be wiped clean and devoured by the Abyss below,so deep down in the darkness the new one will be reborn from the ashes of this one.
Or,so the mad priests and street doomsayers say

There are now only legends left of the world of the past. Glorious enlightment,discoveries and cultures matter as much as the wind howling among the ruins howling among the ruins of the older civilisations.
The first sign of the world's agony was the Mist. It came from nowhere and was seemingly everywhere.It devoured city after city,forest after forest. It took many lives of this unaware what is happening.
Then came the worms and plagues. They devoured the trees,the crops,the plants. Few who still remained where left hungry

The crumbling of the reality itself was next. Entire tectonic plates started falling down to the dark Abyss,where no creature lives. Yet some still survived,in their cities of stone and bone. Using magic and technology of old the profane monsters live on, their fortresses keep the world from falling down.
As their final punishment gods took the sun down and sent their servants to hunt down these who still crawl in the dark.
Yet the creatures have not given up yet,they have captured the deamons of light and used them to illuminate their dark setttlements.
The obscure beings that deny gods their world are known as humans,and you are one of them


Sorry if this came as HFY

The Abyss Keep is a keep, perched on the edge of a deep, possibly bottomless abyss. The keep was built centuries ago, yet it has never faced an attack from the abyss. It is still garrisoned but now also plays host to tourists, artists and poets who are drawn to the mystery of the abyss. Several expeditions have been made down to a depth of about a thousand metres, and those that succeeded reported swarms of what appeared to be bioluminescent, floating jellyfish.

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The Story Teller begins writing the Grand Opus, a story that can shape the very fabric of existence in spite of all things, even the gods.

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all druid party

Nsk"aarkhs look upon the skies,realising there are no woman on their planet

>where the white women at

As the saying goes, only two things are certain in life: death and taxes. This is Tax, sending a strongly-worded letter about unregistered proton farms to a tax dodger on one of the many worlds of the universe.

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The world turned away from the old Gods and what few followers they had left. The last true believers, ostracized and persecuted, hid away in the depths of the heath, dwelling in crumbling fortresses built by an older race of men. There they crouched over tattered manuscripts in near-darkness, shafts of pale daylight coming down from the holes in the ceiling to illuminate their studies. The magic was diminishing with the old Gods, and soon the believers' incantations would be useless to them.

The first spirits fell to the unformed Earth and gained flesh from the clay. These were the first people and they set out to conquer the world, on their bodies were inscribed the laws of the world. But the clay hardened in the battles to control the world, and the laws inscribed on them were made into dust which flew away, and the men had to eat spiritless beasts for their earth-blood so they wouldn't crumble. Upon consuming ultimate mundanity, the men were sundered, their spirits fragmented, and their forms to forever rise and return to the earth endlessly, the spirits never to reform.

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Fångarna på fortet kampanj.

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There exists a plane of grey skies, long shadows, and a single, vast desert. It was also once home to a myriad of mystical resources, now long depleted.

Out on the grey wastes, the descendants of colonists and miners eke out an existence between isolated regions of habitability as nomads leave long trails in the dust.

A few centuries back the nukes flew and the ice caps melted. But things stabilized after a while, with the great forests making a comeback in the mineral and water rich ruins of Man's great cities.

Humanity is just reemerging from bunkers and caves, and seeks to reclaim the Earth. Are you a bad enough dude to brave mutant animals, barbarians, soldiers fresh out of cryo, and many more to bring your people prosperity?

I hope people don't realize that there is a single day in the year when time travel is possible, if you just can find an ancestor eerily similar to yourself.

I mean, shit, it's not like the turkey ritual is that hard, the danger is real.

They actually look like champions chosen for a purpose. Perhaps 14 constellations followed by 14 tribes

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Throughout the known planes of existence lie the tunnels.

What at first seems a giant empty stone tubes become passageways to other worlds with the offering of life. Some will accept something as basic as a freshly picked flower, while others require mass sacrifice. This comes from the temperament and morality of the spirits who watch over and control the tunnels.

This system connects the otherwise unreachable realms to each other, creating both trade and conquest.

"What? You never saw a wizard with a human familiar before?"

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>I guess his home planet really did need him.

Dude what.

A warrior planet tames or forges a pact with the Zerg. One tribe uses Bruisers, giant Zerg mounts.