Yggdra Backstory/Lore

Pollution. Mutation. Wanton Death and Destruction. Contributing factors for the Apocalypse, they were, and some say that those are the reasons why Humanity went underground to find a solution.

Nations, especially those with some of the best in terms of Biotechnology, are desperate for finding some sort of way to fix it all, and turned to those that would be willing to help with their cause. Because of their proficiency, only the best in their respective fields were chosen to help with the project. Physics, Organics, Robotics, only the very best could help save the world from themselves.

Thus, people turned to myth and legend for ideas.

Birth, death, and re-birth would all be undergone to make the world better than before, and thus came the idea of [YGGDRASIL], the bio-genesis of an organic filtration system for the world. Naturally, they were designed in the World Tree's likeness, and were designed post-haste.

It took well over a century, and many of the originals died cold and alone with nothing able to sustain them, but there was finally a breakthrough: a hybrid between Flora and Machina, Plants and Machines, Flowers and Gears. Naturally, it was called "Yggdrasil", as these saplings would be what would bolster and grow around the world, acting like some sort of vacuum and screen for life to flourish from.

Leaders and survivors from the onset of the pollutant surge struggled in finding ways to bring these Bio-Mechanical Saplings across the globe, but made sure that they were put into places that seemed to be of mutual importance. They were put in labyrinthine compounds to make sure that those little buds of salvation would grow and be nurtured as long as physically possible from Nay-Sayers and seekers of demise. For a time, they worked as wonders of the world, and were able to clean and filter everything within miles and miles and miles of the original sites. For a time, Humanity saw prosperity once again.

That is, until everyone that wandered the planet's surface felt something tremble beneath their feet.

Pollution. Mutation. Two of the factors that helped set the Apocalypse in motion have finally stirred and melded together. Their target? The Yggdrasil trees, of course. Take out the prime opposition to their reign of judgement and wanton destruction, and what else would be able to stop them?

People ran as far as they could for as long as their legs could carry them. Others hid inside safe bunkers to try and wait out the coming storm. Other still tried to devise a way to fight off the impending calamity. Nothing they could do could stop the coming miasma.

The Yggdrasil trees, now turned into engines of death and corruption, shook and sprinkled spores of miasmatic change onto the surface of the world. All that breathed in those particles of destruction were changed. Some, barely affected and left with mild cases of asthma at the very least. Others, changing their entire form to something that would better suit the new environment. The spores changed to sap, and from sap into blood, changing everyone's cellular makeup in some way, shape, form, or notion.

Millennia have passed since that day, leave entire family lines scarred, some disfigured. Others, blessed with the strength to fight against any sort of monstrous beast that may have sprung from the roots of those arboreal nightmares. Everyone with even an inkling of what the sight of those trees means to them takes up some sort of armament, and proceeds to fight against the Yggdrasil.

Some do it for renown, for glory in the face of others and for their own personal gain. Others do it because they know it is their duty to see evil in the world vanquished for good, and to see Humanity flourish once again. Whatever their cause, they see to it that they take their new bodies to use with them.

With the populace's cellular structure changed in every way, some have turned to melee and close-quarters solutions. Others have taken to the range, and consider marksmanship to be the best. Others still have found to use their new bodies like one would if they could control the elements, blaming it on the magic of the Trees that brought it onto themselves.

Through their righteous determination, they formed groups to take on the trees themselves. Most of them failed, and were nearly slaughtered like livestock on a feast day. Those that survived took to regrouping, and establishing a base camp or sorts. Repeated attempts would bring together bands of adventurers, all with their own reasons of getting into those compounds. Tent cities were created, then base camps, and soon hamlets, towns, cities and kingdoms all centered around the places of destruction past.

Some would look up to the twisted and winding boughs of the Yggdrasils and wonder "Is this what gives us our power? Is this what kept us alive all this time?". Others would look up and think "How am I able to climb to the top and chop it all down, branch by branch?".

Whatever they see through those gnarled branches, they best hurry with their plans, else the beasts that slumber near the roots take hold on them, and rip them asunder, or worse yet, take them back to the core of those miasma-spewing prophets of destruction...