Let me tell you of a world,
A world from the Book of the Dead.
Across this world roams the Myst
Slithering, pining, moaning...
Waiting.
It waits for the "perfect" one,
The one whose brilliance will burn the misery away.
Yes, this is the world of Valmordia. The world of the Myst.
The Myst that inhabits this once-peaceful land. It rolls across the oceans, caps the snowy mountains, and darkens even the hottest desert. It's watching. Waiting. Few have lived to hear the cries that it gives, heard only in story and fable...
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Vamordia,2013, New-Sunwe Weather:Warm (by Valmordian standards). Oshuma is its usual 38 degrees, Xiaden is 17 degrees, and Atropia is generally hovering around 16 degrees.
All around the world, people are trying to be normal. Doing the best they can, poor souls.
In Atropia, Theranse is gearing up for the high social season that Sunwe's warmer temperatures will bring, and Xiaden's capital is preparing for the respective festivals of Wei Ba and Zhu Lau. In Oshuma, things are as silent as ever: the Myst's slow takeover has caused all other countries to sever contact.
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>> Slumville Outside the city, there is a slum. Literally millions of people who fled their homes for the safety that the world's largest city presented. Row upon row of flithy, ramshackle huts, tents and dens as far as the eye can see, yet a few metres of space kept between here and the city walls. The whole place stinks of alcohol, human sweat, piss, and blood.
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Myst Lands Come little thing, come into my domain... We won't hurts you, oh no we won't... About one hundred kilometres from the last shacks of Slumville, north and west, there is the border of the Myst. The roads leading to this place are disused: the forests, even without the Myst's help, are beginning to reclaim their own. Occasionally, sun will break through the trees, and you might stumble upon a quiet clearing. Don't catch your breath though. There's more than one hungry parasite in these parts...
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Woodland It is laughable to think that this rusting fence and broken gate once kept out the masses. This is Sundwe Park, planted long ago as a secluded retreat for the rich and famous. Now, it's overgrown with weeds, and even the fine chalets are open to the elements. Bordered by a huge iron fence, few people an be bothered to get in. Squatters tend to enjoy the beautiful -if over-looted- space, and it actually provides quite good shelter, even if the carpets are gone and the windows bashed in.
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Inside the Forest It's dark... Dark and claustrophobic. A good place to hide, but not so great to get out of. Most of the trees are pine, and the floor is carpeted with needles, fungi, and various dead branches. Moderators: Lazarus, | f a l l e n |
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THE OUTER CITY
>> Inner Slums Ironically, but thirty metres from the outside filth, there is another slum. The degenerates of Theranse who couldn't be bothered clustering elsewhere still hold a few beaten-up houses down here. The under-cover cops are always in one corner or another, but it's really the crap on the ground that will give you more trouble. Little to see here, unless you want something with a side of disease.
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THE SHADES
>> Black-Alley Possibly the most famous little-known alley on the continent, Black Alley is the home of few major players in the black market of Theranse's filth. This little dark, lampless alley has been serving the drug dealers and lowlifes of Lockdown City's community for centuries. Filthy stone, spattered with various intreguing fluids, reflect bolted doors and shifty shadows, flitting from dark space to dark space.
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>> Cobblestone Cookhouse Every low-down corner of the world has to have the government's nose in it, so that they can pretend to be doing something about it. Being mostly in disrepair now, the Cobblestone Cookhouse is a broken collection of volunteers who occasionally don't show up and food that no-one is ever sure what it's supposed to be. Built of stone with boarded up windows, the only sign that it is open is the flash of candlelight between the boards. It's quite the popular halfway-house.
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Main Street The Shades... Short for 'Shadows', and the most common name for the once-prosperous lower regions. From the corner of Black Alley to the walls on either side, Main Street crosses the whole bredth of the lower district. The pavers are loose here, so that any horse not knackered long ago would have lost their footing easily. Even people have trouble standing sometimes, although that's probably more to do with the drink. Houses, wooden and imposing for all their age, line the broad street while ancient gaslamps shed a flickering light through the fog. In spite of the outer wall, it's always dirty and dim here.
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>> Knacker's Yard This little corner of the Shades is squeezed up right into the lowest corner of the lowest district. Just of the crumbling end of Main Street, its smokestacks still occasionally puff as whatever the owners can get their hands on are put through the processors. Still more occasionally, a human-drawn cart will leave the premises carrying his load of mince or glue. The whole place stinks: more so now that the bare dirt around it ha been let out to horse or cow owners. The whole place reeks more than it did when it worked.
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CENTRAL DISTRICT
>> The Knife and Skillet There's nothing untrue about the name of this bar. Its owner is well-known for his long machete and even longer tales of when he was cutting his way through the thick forests of the Xiaden continent. Not to mention that his skillet potatoes are nothing to be sniffed at. The bar is your typical affair: dark wood floors and walls coated with hunting trophies; booths packed into corners, their velvet seating worn to the texture of leather, and tables of the same dark wood. Any alcohol behind the bar is behind a black octadium grille, to discourage shoplifters. Dim lighting encourages the shadier patrons, but the bar area itself is always brightly lit: even the blind-drunk can find his way back for more.
>> Gates Around the scientists' treasured district, there is a large, long wall. On both sides, there's at least five meters of tar-sealed emptiness, brightly lit even during the day. If the high electric fence and the spiked pit on the inside doesn't deter you, the guards will: they patrol like the walking dead, but they have orders to kill anyone who comes near the fence.
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>> Block A One part of the whole. This block contains most of the scientists' sleeping quarters; the regular ones, at least. The whole thing is a block of concrete, laid as one part of the labs' perfect grid pattern. All the rooms, from ground to the tenth floor, have little to differenciate them unless someone lives there.
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>> Block B 'B' for blood-letting: this is where the average scientists work. The concrete rectangle has ten floors, the first eight of which are devoted to the laboratory. The top two are storage: storage of lives, that is. The cells here are badly kept.
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UNDER THE CITY
>> The Ring In a small, concrete-walled rectangle, the utter faliures of the labs are stored. Cells about a metre square house an experiment each: in the centre of this circle, a sort of secondary ditch cut down into the floor, is the Ring. Every experiment dreads this place. This is where the Blooders fight. Like some remnant of the Roman Colloseum, this place stinks of sweat and blood. The floor of the Ring, dusted with sand, has seen many experiments pushed from above onto its depths. It's only three metres lower, but lights are wedged behind thick glass in the floor and walls.
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>> Under the Labs In these catacombs of Lockdown City's waste, you never know what you'll find. Remember to bring a light with you: it's not like all the crap down here needs to see. Everything is slippery, everything is pale grey stone. Remember to keep to the raised pathways and a hand on the wall; there is no railing to stop you falling in.
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