Post by dulci on Mar 10, 2007 3:48:48 GMT -5
A possible backstory: (and tying into already stated events)
What if the fantasy world has, for the last several years, been ravaged by a viscious plague? It has, in essence, thrown the blossoming culture back into the dark ages. Whole villages have been wiped out, leaders dead, countries just barely managing to hold themselves together. As the plague has gradually died down, the world has lost a good share of its entire population, and those that have survived have largely lost will to live, becomming barbarian again like their ancestors before them.
Gradually, the plague has dwindled, not done completely, but there are just not that many left to be infected of it yet. Some seem naturally immune, some catch it and survive, nobody has escaped its effects. There is a great disillusionment in the established religions, as the priests and mages have promised divine healing, and yet none has taken place, only death. The people are bitter, unruly, their minds touched by their disease even if their bodies haven't been. The world is poised on the underside of chaos.
Evil men find their niche in this time, too, taking advantage of the weak, conniving and building their own structures of injustice.
So then, it is into this utter desolation and bereavement that the "signs" appear in the sky, the cities land, and the ultra-wary supersticious people look on with jaded interest. Magic, of course, has been lost in the land, with only a few who have remnants of the powers from the golden age before the plague.
And then one young soul ventures to find out what one city is, and sees the powers there, but is cut down. So now there's a new threat to be dealt with. But this young person's companions saw the power that was weilded before the death, and hurry back to spread rumors. One of the evil manipulators, perhaps a mage of the religious orders, perhaps a closet magician who felt he/she never got the recognition deserved, finds a way to get hold of the city, using powers much more honed than the young martyr's. He gets in, overpowers the city, and starts wrecking magical and technological havoc from there.
Jumping ahead: when the scifi crowd and fantasy people are in the battle, and then suddenly Heaven breaks in...how much more receptive would the fantasy people be to this unknown God if their religions would have shattered them before, and their world was in tatters? And here is an offering of hope? Or maybe some, on the flipside, would become even more hardened, angry at this intrusion and perhaps blaming this unknown God for every trouble on their world.
But, plot aside, I'm thinking it would add a certain richness if the world was not all peachy keen when the scifi crowd shows up. I think a strong element of desperation would not only make the battles and stakes harsher/higher and motives stronger, but also alow for more stunning relief between glittering scifi tech and philosophy and dark, dark world. And then how they both deal with the supernatural intrusion into their lives.
Whaddya think?
What if the fantasy world has, for the last several years, been ravaged by a viscious plague? It has, in essence, thrown the blossoming culture back into the dark ages. Whole villages have been wiped out, leaders dead, countries just barely managing to hold themselves together. As the plague has gradually died down, the world has lost a good share of its entire population, and those that have survived have largely lost will to live, becomming barbarian again like their ancestors before them.
Gradually, the plague has dwindled, not done completely, but there are just not that many left to be infected of it yet. Some seem naturally immune, some catch it and survive, nobody has escaped its effects. There is a great disillusionment in the established religions, as the priests and mages have promised divine healing, and yet none has taken place, only death. The people are bitter, unruly, their minds touched by their disease even if their bodies haven't been. The world is poised on the underside of chaos.
Evil men find their niche in this time, too, taking advantage of the weak, conniving and building their own structures of injustice.
So then, it is into this utter desolation and bereavement that the "signs" appear in the sky, the cities land, and the ultra-wary supersticious people look on with jaded interest. Magic, of course, has been lost in the land, with only a few who have remnants of the powers from the golden age before the plague.
And then one young soul ventures to find out what one city is, and sees the powers there, but is cut down. So now there's a new threat to be dealt with. But this young person's companions saw the power that was weilded before the death, and hurry back to spread rumors. One of the evil manipulators, perhaps a mage of the religious orders, perhaps a closet magician who felt he/she never got the recognition deserved, finds a way to get hold of the city, using powers much more honed than the young martyr's. He gets in, overpowers the city, and starts wrecking magical and technological havoc from there.
Jumping ahead: when the scifi crowd and fantasy people are in the battle, and then suddenly Heaven breaks in...how much more receptive would the fantasy people be to this unknown God if their religions would have shattered them before, and their world was in tatters? And here is an offering of hope? Or maybe some, on the flipside, would become even more hardened, angry at this intrusion and perhaps blaming this unknown God for every trouble on their world.
But, plot aside, I'm thinking it would add a certain richness if the world was not all peachy keen when the scifi crowd shows up. I think a strong element of desperation would not only make the battles and stakes harsher/higher and motives stronger, but also alow for more stunning relief between glittering scifi tech and philosophy and dark, dark world. And then how they both deal with the supernatural intrusion into their lives.
Whaddya think?