Enkerzed
Dusty Wanderer
Long ago, the Ancients sought to create the mind of a god so that their civilizations might prevail.
So that it might save them from themselves.
But in their desperate haste and folly, they created something terrible.
Something profane...
The Heart of the Sorceror
It was to be their salvation, but instead it became their doom.
Mad from the moment of its birth, the Sorceror made ruins of the old world
And for hundreds of years, we have fought to reclaim it.
Now brave Seeker, take heed...
Beware
Beware the machine, the mutant and the madman,
For they will stand in the way of your quest.
But above all else, beware the old enemy.
Beware the Sorceror...
Brave Seeker
It knows you have come for its heart.
So in a nutshell, the Sorceror is an AI controlled cloud of nanomachines that covers the entire world, rendering most of it inhospitable to life, and the Seekers are a group of people who have dedicated their lives to finding and destroying the heart of the Sorceror, deep in the centre of its 'body' (so to speak) so that normality might be restored to the world.
Ok, first off, more on the Sorceror. Originally designed to clean the world of pollution and fallout from several nuclear wars in the time of the 'Ancients', the Sorceror instead went absolutely berserk and changed the very nature of reality wherever it went. In events known as 'nanostorms', any living thing caught within suffers one of three fates: instant death, sudden mutation into monstrous forms with bizarre powers or being randomly transported somewhere else, all depending on the whims of the Sorceror at the time. To those familiar with Warhammer 40k lore, it's something like a warp storm.
As for what a nanostorm is actually like when it hits, it's something like this:
Except much more violent. Lightning falls like raindrops, up becomes down, down becomes up, the rumbling gets so loud that it can shatter glass and burst eardrums, and then the nanomachines make their descent, rearranging everything they touch without rhyme or reason.
The only ones safe from these nanostorms are either those living in underground settlements scattered throughout the world, primitives clinging onto old ruins and relying on whatever they can salvage to survive, or a remote island called 'Olisium' where the last civilized remnants of humanity exists. By a trick of geography or some other unseen force, this island is the only place in the world where the Sorceror dares not approach and it is here where the Seekers call their home.
Here on Olisium, the technology of the Ancients is not only well understood but also actively being improved upon. Think the Enclave from the Fallout series, except their fight is with a singular entity (the Sorceror), not the poor sods living under its gaze somewhere out in the wastes, though some of said sods actually worship the Sorceror as a god. These fanatics call themselves 'Stormsingers' and they view the Seekers of Olisium as demons come to destroy their way of life.
Asides from them, other threats come in the form of mutants, transformed and granted strange abilities by the effects of the nanostorms, and advanced war machines from the time of the Ancients, ranging from humanoid terminators to hulking steel behemoths that may as well be invincible monsters to the primitive survivors of the wastes, who mainly rely on gunpowder weaponry to defend themselves with.
And that's pretty much everything. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'll take them into consideration as I flesh out the lore a bit before starting the roleplay.
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