Dawnfall 2: 1

It pervades.

The leaking essence of the darkness, the livid ichor of potency which invades and penetrates its way into those places which bear fruit without womb. As has been done so many times in the past, it gathers the darkness of sin, wrapping it about the place of potential and seeding it deeply with its power. The god of darkness lets loose its power steadily, feeling out the intersection which marks the Birthplace of monsters.

In deep caverns the darkness bares Elementals and dark beasts. In the high places beasts of the air. Amid the ruins of the ‘civilized’ come Goblins... from the corrupted and befouled spring imps. Each place a burden upon the world as sin seeps in and grows deeper. It stops for but a moment to contemplate the intricacies of the yoke which ties it to all of these things which once upon a time would have disgusted and enraged it, watching briefly the activities of those darkened places where the monsters which were born of its natural extrusions were situated.

Once upon a time it would have rallied to save the men and women whom the monstrous used to bolster their numbers, now it merely contemplates how it might answer dark prayers that they might capture, kill, and despoil more of those who stood blind in that hateful light. Their ruin the only joy which she allowed it as it hunted her between those hellish rules set.

But it does not linger long.

It reaches in beyond these places which it has used before, one after another rejecting what has failed it.

No, the Infernal Machinations of the Dark Engine find their way through the catalogue of its places of creation, seeking the right place to forge life into being.

Then it finds what it needs.

The twisted darkness flows like water down into the Idyllic, dripping the venom of sin into the heart of the wondrous as it shapes the seeds which it sows. Crisp and new, a place where the dribbling darkness has pooled and those beings born from the dark are generated.

A spawn point fulfils its purpose... and a Lord is born once more unto the land.

The hand of the Infernal Engine rises up into the light.



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You stir.

The light of dawn gathers, and the heat reaches your spreading petals. Your first awareness of the brilliant sun brings your mind to tentative life. Slowly you stretch out clawed digits and flex your petals in the pure pervasive joy. Deeply you breathe of the crisp sweet air and luxuriate in the light.

You are.

Awareness floods into your every sense, the scent, the feel of the sun, the world... it all flows into you as one.

…You remembered screaming.

Fragments of experience fill the darkest edges of your young mind as you are fed the most basic concepts of your purpose, your mission in life.

...You remember the sensations...

Your hear fills up with a longing which you cannot express, all you know is that you want, and your want is unshaped by experience, by context, by anything which might even be called reason. A desire hits you deeply as you try to qualify once again this need that bubbles up inside of you.

You draw yourself up and open your eyes to take in your world...


What do you see?
[] Out from amid a ruins full of dark corners. Hungry eyes lurk within them.
[] Beneath the canopy of an ancient forest. A bustling multitude akin but not alike are near.
[] On a hill beside a grand crevasse. A red scent wisps against your petals.
[] Beside idyllic blue waters. Treacherous sands shift and furrow with life.
[] Amid arid air and black glass shards. The aftermath of ancient strife.




Choose 1 boon from your lineage:
[] Purity (Passive) – Less likely to be affected by status effects, and shrugs off persistent effects more quickly.
[] Elan Vital (Passive) – You tune yourself to the magics of life more easily, enhancing the effects of both giving and receiving.
[] Protect (Passive) - Your body is toughened by the life magics which flow though it.