Moonlight Precinct

Created by

Elleswhera

  Three centuries ago, the world was marked by the appearance of a singularly irregular individual. A man - or perhaps a woman - capable of performing feats of both strength and arcane power beyond that of all other humanity, had arrived to deliver them from the scars they had inflicted upon themselves and the world around them. Wars fought ground to a halt, devastation wrought against the forces of nature had their long endured scars healed, and in the unifying ideal they brought before all, many a kind of social disorder was brought to an end. Garbed in midnight, and outlined with shining silver, he wore the blackened helm of a knight, and was cloaked in armour that offered forward the visage of a carrion bird. On his shoulder was stitched the name that all around that soon to be healed world would come to know: CORVID.   It was not an easy resolution to all things, nor was it one which happened quickly. Many who did not appreciate such rapid upheaval attempted their best to halt its progress, but with ever increasing strength and feats of miracles, what few dissenters remained were soon cowed. And so a new age emerged. Led by the stewardship of this one some deemed - by rights - a god, a golden time of peace and prosperity blossomed forth, and with it yet more blessings rivaling those that'd already seemed so unattainable.   However, a good thing can only ever last so long. Whether stumbling into his world by accident, or drawn in by his beacon of power, centuries after his arrival, beings capable of disrupting his steadfast order began seeping in. For some of them it was greed that attracted them the most - a bountiful, unspoiled world in which they could overthrow and seize control of. For others it was a challenge. The strongest creatures of the beyond abyss, so bored and unrivaled, finally finding one who was capable of reigniting their passion for battle. Others still hunted for resources, whether it be for those in the ground or the ones that walked peacefully upon it. Whichever it was, all threatened the fabric of what had been built and sacrificed for, and therefore each had to be faced with the utmost force.   And so, again and again, CORVID fought, bringing his great magicks to bear against the invaders, and again and again he would prevail, alongside what comparatively meager force humanity could likewise muster forward. However, as each adversary fell, another would only arise again soon after, always stronger and always more cunning than before. Soon it was feared that eventually there would come one that the great god could not fell, and it would be they themselves that would finally fall.   On the day they did finally fall, however, it was clear that they had not been forgotten by him. In his final act of defiance and vengeance, he called forth against the great monster his greatest power seen thus far, and entombed both of them in a crystalline sarcophagus of void black obsidian, imbued with the sacrifice of his own life essence. Whether this last gesture of the utmost mercy and pity truly ended the life of both they and their adversary, or if the two of them remain trapped forever within the statues they have become, is, to this day, unknown. Regardless, the day gave up his life, freedom, or both, is one none have forgotten since.   Sixteen years later, and many remaining in what was left of the world, believed that was to be the end of the story, as life went on. Without their sole motivation and guidance, the endless tide of monsters ceased, and the fear overhanging humanity eventually eroded away. One single curiosity remained thereafter, however, that being were the children who happened to be born of the day of his death, as they inexplicably bore the god's insignia somewhere on their personage - a ring with four points stretching in each cardinal direction, their purpose unknown, and while much was made of them, both religiously and philosophically, they remained but a curiosity.   On the night of the anniversary of the great god's sacrifice, though, their purpose was forever more revealed. Scattered fragments of the immortal soul once belonging to CORVID and the many powers that went along with them were made manifest within the chosen multitude, gifting them what once belonged to humanity's saviour. The ability to control the elements - fire, water, ice, lightning. Dominion over the thoughts and emotions of those around them, as well as access to knowledge hidden to all others. The energy of life itself, wrested either as a tool or plaything depending on the one controlling it. All that and yet stranger, even more, much less defined concepts of power were now open to a select few. With the proper affinity for whatever was desired. For the second time in recent memory, just about anything was suddenly made possible.   But what will these newly emerged beings do with what they now must adapt to in the suddenly tumultuous world that is now changing yet again? In a modern city society filling up with regulation and control over what magic can and can't be used for, few outside of criminals and vigilantes can truly say that their lives really do belong to themselves. Whether its the constraints of the religions build up around them, the celebrity status they seek to maintain, the good they seek to continue inspiring, the evil they can't help but commit, or the whole system they feel that must be upheld lest chaos ensue once more, it is a question which answers are far from forthcoming, alongside many others. Where did the great god come from? What lies outside the protective mountains put up to separate them all from the outside world? Most of all, were his or her actions truly benevolent, or was there some deeper purpose hidden behind all of it?   With so much now again in motion, and with the remnants of his long thought vanquished foes reemerging alongside the many others who would use their newfound gifts to forge their own defiant path forward, the time is now to uncover those lost secrets and find out if it is either a golden or a dark age come to beckon us forward.