Are you Sharded?
Sharded is a Dark Epic Fantasy. It takes place in the world of Gurn. The
world has been shattered in a cataclysm and there is no civilization left. The
world that is left is a very dangerous place indeed. Essence Eaters abound and
nothing but misery and death await most.
But there are a few on which all of the fate of Gurn rests on. People have
started to stand up. There are rumors of people who will fall in battle only to
rise again to threaten all the tides of darkness that attempt to swallow up all
those that stand before them. The tales of their abilities and might seem impossible.....
Are you one of those? Are you headed for the only place of where people can
be "safe" at least from the undead during the day. The place called
"Hope" To make a stand and beat back the tide and once again reclaim
Gurn for the living races and take it back acre by acre from the undead hordes
that now inhabit everywhere.
The question really is are your truly Sharded? And more importantly will it
be enough to stem the tides.
"A Little Tear"
September 10-12th event teaser
A small gust of wind blows over the hilltop and gently carries with
it an old and musky smell of death. It wafts over the senses of a
Grey Orc tending the last vestiges of some flower beds. "Dats not
gud" he mutters as he gathers his things. His allergies kick into
high gear with that waft and he immediately sneezes. "I best be
telling people about this" the Grey Orc mutters to himself as he
collects his gardening tools and begins to walk towards the remnants
of a once great town and even more impressive fortress. Sidestepping
the remains of fallen walls and overgrown stones lined with moss he
begins to walk as the wind swirls.
The wind then picks up and goes over a hill and into a valley where a
large tower stands. As the wind hits the tower yellow splashes of
color begin to flash and a distant sound is heard within the keep. A
hub of activity is seen as the tower doors open and a strange being
with glowing green eyes smiles and begins to chant words of power.
Within moments yellow and black glowing symbols begin to appear and
then there is a BOOM and a bright white flash and the crackle of
magical protectives firing off in sequence as the wind begins to
swirl once again.
The wind then speeds along and then as if on cue begins to swirl and
then ever so gently lightly touches a moss filled rock. With the
winds gentle touch the smallest crack is heard and as if nothing had
ever contained it a blackness deeper than black and seeming to
absorb all light begins to slowly bubble. Very, very slowly, as if
it was being generated one tear at a time. The whole area has a
wrongness and is eschew as if the fabric of the world had been
touched and a very small tear appears. And almost as if it had
waited for this moment spider like fingers, so small you almost
could not see them, begin to poke in and out and begin to open the
tear even further.
And with every minute amount of opening the blacker than black
begins to spill out just a tiny touch faster and just viewing it
causes your breath to catch. And you can feel your life quiver as if
the blackness wanted to devour it.......
