Owl Knight
Don't let it ruffle your feathers, my liege.
The Flood
In the year 2055, the warming of the planet hit a point of critical mass. As the melting ice caps flooded the oceans, civilization as we know it came to an end.
100years have passed, the coastlines sleep beneath the waves, the great plains have become massive unending humid marshlands, the cycle of seasons has given away to the twin terrors of heat and storm, and the handful of human survivors scrape a living off of what remains. Shelter is scarce and water filters are worth far more than their weight in gold. Some band together into small communities, others migrate for miles year after year in search of safety and reliable food and water.
The Mutants
The destruction caused by the flood was unimaginable and apocalyptic, but the flood waters bore with it something far more frightening and unimaginable, a long dormant alien fungal spore that had laid frozen in the artic ice since long before humanity's first ancestors flooded into much of the water supply and began to spread. The spores infested the water and, when consumed in great enough quantities, was enough to cause a living thing to undergo frightening and unpredictable mutations, including humans. Now these mutants roam the devastated landscapes and the skeletons of the old cities, hungry for flesh and driven to predatory madness by the fungal infections that have latched onto their brains.
The Plot
My character is veteran of the great marshes. Once he protected caravans, guiding them to and fro across the hazardous terrain, but since the death of his wife and son in a raider attack, he has been on his own. Hunting and scavenging for food and avoiding human contact. He is cold, practical, and tenacious, although at 57 the years are slowly catching up to him.
One day he comes across a camp sight that looks as though it has been raided, (either by other survivors or mutants, it's hard to say) an old woman and a young man lay dead in the mud. But under a collapsed tent a young woman, your character, still survives. Though Everett is prepared to take what he can from the unfortunate and leave her to fend for herself, she pleads,
"Please, I'm pregnant."
He has been on his own for almost 10 years, but her plea softens his heart just enough.
The hot season is waning fast and the storm season is coming. They will need to find good shelter, and soon. Over the course of the game they will come to form a kind of found family for each other.
DM if this story sounds interesting to you!
In the year 2055, the warming of the planet hit a point of critical mass. As the melting ice caps flooded the oceans, civilization as we know it came to an end.
100years have passed, the coastlines sleep beneath the waves, the great plains have become massive unending humid marshlands, the cycle of seasons has given away to the twin terrors of heat and storm, and the handful of human survivors scrape a living off of what remains. Shelter is scarce and water filters are worth far more than their weight in gold. Some band together into small communities, others migrate for miles year after year in search of safety and reliable food and water.
The Mutants
The destruction caused by the flood was unimaginable and apocalyptic, but the flood waters bore with it something far more frightening and unimaginable, a long dormant alien fungal spore that had laid frozen in the artic ice since long before humanity's first ancestors flooded into much of the water supply and began to spread. The spores infested the water and, when consumed in great enough quantities, was enough to cause a living thing to undergo frightening and unpredictable mutations, including humans. Now these mutants roam the devastated landscapes and the skeletons of the old cities, hungry for flesh and driven to predatory madness by the fungal infections that have latched onto their brains.
The Plot
My character is veteran of the great marshes. Once he protected caravans, guiding them to and fro across the hazardous terrain, but since the death of his wife and son in a raider attack, he has been on his own. Hunting and scavenging for food and avoiding human contact. He is cold, practical, and tenacious, although at 57 the years are slowly catching up to him.
One day he comes across a camp sight that looks as though it has been raided, (either by other survivors or mutants, it's hard to say) an old woman and a young man lay dead in the mud. But under a collapsed tent a young woman, your character, still survives. Though Everett is prepared to take what he can from the unfortunate and leave her to fend for herself, she pleads,
"Please, I'm pregnant."
He has been on his own for almost 10 years, but her plea softens his heart just enough.
The hot season is waning fast and the storm season is coming. They will need to find good shelter, and soon. Over the course of the game they will come to form a kind of found family for each other.
DM if this story sounds interesting to you!
