Post by The Joshness ™ on May 11, 2017 9:36:59 GMT -5
[Just putting my feelers out there]
The city has been quiet for many years now, rotting from the inside out like all great beasts do; filling with its own noxious gasses before the skin rips open and releases its contents to the open air. The vital blood once coursing through its veiny streets have long since departed, leaving it embalmed to a certain degree, with dust covered counter tops and failing structures becoming an ever-increasing problem all too reminiscent of the decay organic creatures share when they die. This beast, however, is not truly dead, as nothing so deeply rooted in magic ever really dies; the magic just moves on or diminishes.
At its peak, Attone had many Burroughs and Districts spanning unfathomable miles across landscapes that one day contained oceans at its walls while the next saw nothing but trees at all sides. It was the nature of the city, to change rapidly and fluidly, being placed in the ‘Betweens’ of existence and all; it was not bound to any topographical restrictions nor any chronological laws. In fact, within the cities grasp, continuity itself dissolved; turning all of existence to an amorphous construct much like a Rubix cube. A structure with many faces composed of many moving parts that was in constant change in order to adapt to the inhabitants that manipulated it to fit their own needs.
There were really only ever two factors to Attone; those being that no matter that you did to the city itself, it would rebuild itself from any god like force used to destroy it, and no matter what the Sun never ever made an appearance. After all the City was created by the Kindred, or Vampires, or Vampir, or The Cursed, or Blood Rites, or really any way in which you could describe that night dwelling race of bloodthirst. The original owners were those that followed their Masquerade- but almost immediately the masks came off and they openly walked the streets of Attone squabbling over territories amongst the different clans that made their nocturnal family so interesting. After a while though, things changed in a rapid concession of territories not to members of the Masquerade, but a massive influx of creatures of all race and dominion.
Attone was quickly swallowed up by the masses of supernatural looking for shelter after their various homes were destroyed. Not realizing that something very similar happened here just a short while before when Kryton became embroiled in a War that saw a mass exodus from that failing kingdom to the dark frontier of Attone. The once densely populated Vampiric community who had been comfortable holding dominion over all now saw themselves in diplomatic negotiations with swarms of smaller factions that combined, vastly outnumbered them. While they still owned the city, every district was independent…to a point. Nobody was altering the Magic constructs of the cities to change it entirely, often the city just reached out and swallowed you whole for such ludicrous attempts. The Central Park was the only true ‘Free For All’ section of the city; a densely magical jungle that you only really visited if you had a death wish, or some fancy new weapon that needed testing.
So for many years Attone was home to Vampires, Werewolves, Fae, Dragons, Necromancers, Robots, Gods, Demons, Angels, Soldiers, Diplomats, even a peculiar race known as ‘Saiyans’ briefly; as well as every minute form of supernatural life that held their places in the betweens of those listed. The relative peace did not hold, however, the City started into a war that lasted years and cost many many lives to the carnage. As nature goes, the weaker of the denizens were slayed without mercy until all that remained were the Generals of the various factions. Often the weak were simply crushed under the power exerted by the mighty during their confrontations, unfair as it may have been, it was a symptom of the overlying problem. The greatest warriors were more concerned about destroying their opponents that ensuring their constituents survival, causing those still alive to flee the battle of Ego’s entirely.
When the dust settled, and the realm was devoid of life, with nothing but death in its streets, the corpses did not dissipate, nor did the buildings regenerate like they had for generations. It was in fact the inhabitants that gave the city its immense powers; without those spirits to act as a battery, Attones engines just stopped in place. Over the course of years the magic has slowly leaked out. The once strategically randomized Districts of the city were just hodgepodge husks of their former selves; you could not look at any one building and determine its originating architecture or era. Just that they were undoubtedly haunted by the dead and controlled by the faded magic of Attone; warped and senile from decay. Bones, armor, weapons, all still lay scattered about in the streets and buildings, a stark reminder of why it is the way it is now.
The single most disturbing aspect of Attone, to any who had visit this place before it collapsed, was the sky. Once in perpetual darkness only alleviated by the different cycles of the Moon, is now frequented by the blazing presence of the Sun. When you take into consideration that this realm was created, and devoid of a sun at inception; you quickly realize that this Sun found its way here from the failing magic of Attone itself. The ‘Between’ magic that allowed Knights and Cyborgs to befriend one another had somehow fudged its own rules and allowed that Star to rise here now; and the original Kindred would be sick to their blood gorged gullets knowing this.
And so the city of Attone sits, rotting away into a specter of itself. The heart of the City remains still somewhat intact, but slowly being swallowed up by the Labyrinth of Decay that encloses it. With the right kind of people though, the City could see a rebirth of some kind. The magic could be repurposed. The batteries recharged, turning the gears of the mighty engine that was once a Haven to all creatures shunned from other realms. Maybe it could be revived into something even better, something with a purpose; and if not? Well there is bound to be relics of unfathomable power inside the city walls. Stuff that could change ones Destiny forever…
The city has been quiet for many years now, rotting from the inside out like all great beasts do; filling with its own noxious gasses before the skin rips open and releases its contents to the open air. The vital blood once coursing through its veiny streets have long since departed, leaving it embalmed to a certain degree, with dust covered counter tops and failing structures becoming an ever-increasing problem all too reminiscent of the decay organic creatures share when they die. This beast, however, is not truly dead, as nothing so deeply rooted in magic ever really dies; the magic just moves on or diminishes.
At its peak, Attone had many Burroughs and Districts spanning unfathomable miles across landscapes that one day contained oceans at its walls while the next saw nothing but trees at all sides. It was the nature of the city, to change rapidly and fluidly, being placed in the ‘Betweens’ of existence and all; it was not bound to any topographical restrictions nor any chronological laws. In fact, within the cities grasp, continuity itself dissolved; turning all of existence to an amorphous construct much like a Rubix cube. A structure with many faces composed of many moving parts that was in constant change in order to adapt to the inhabitants that manipulated it to fit their own needs.
There were really only ever two factors to Attone; those being that no matter that you did to the city itself, it would rebuild itself from any god like force used to destroy it, and no matter what the Sun never ever made an appearance. After all the City was created by the Kindred, or Vampires, or Vampir, or The Cursed, or Blood Rites, or really any way in which you could describe that night dwelling race of bloodthirst. The original owners were those that followed their Masquerade- but almost immediately the masks came off and they openly walked the streets of Attone squabbling over territories amongst the different clans that made their nocturnal family so interesting. After a while though, things changed in a rapid concession of territories not to members of the Masquerade, but a massive influx of creatures of all race and dominion.
Attone was quickly swallowed up by the masses of supernatural looking for shelter after their various homes were destroyed. Not realizing that something very similar happened here just a short while before when Kryton became embroiled in a War that saw a mass exodus from that failing kingdom to the dark frontier of Attone. The once densely populated Vampiric community who had been comfortable holding dominion over all now saw themselves in diplomatic negotiations with swarms of smaller factions that combined, vastly outnumbered them. While they still owned the city, every district was independent…to a point. Nobody was altering the Magic constructs of the cities to change it entirely, often the city just reached out and swallowed you whole for such ludicrous attempts. The Central Park was the only true ‘Free For All’ section of the city; a densely magical jungle that you only really visited if you had a death wish, or some fancy new weapon that needed testing.
So for many years Attone was home to Vampires, Werewolves, Fae, Dragons, Necromancers, Robots, Gods, Demons, Angels, Soldiers, Diplomats, even a peculiar race known as ‘Saiyans’ briefly; as well as every minute form of supernatural life that held their places in the betweens of those listed. The relative peace did not hold, however, the City started into a war that lasted years and cost many many lives to the carnage. As nature goes, the weaker of the denizens were slayed without mercy until all that remained were the Generals of the various factions. Often the weak were simply crushed under the power exerted by the mighty during their confrontations, unfair as it may have been, it was a symptom of the overlying problem. The greatest warriors were more concerned about destroying their opponents that ensuring their constituents survival, causing those still alive to flee the battle of Ego’s entirely.
When the dust settled, and the realm was devoid of life, with nothing but death in its streets, the corpses did not dissipate, nor did the buildings regenerate like they had for generations. It was in fact the inhabitants that gave the city its immense powers; without those spirits to act as a battery, Attones engines just stopped in place. Over the course of years the magic has slowly leaked out. The once strategically randomized Districts of the city were just hodgepodge husks of their former selves; you could not look at any one building and determine its originating architecture or era. Just that they were undoubtedly haunted by the dead and controlled by the faded magic of Attone; warped and senile from decay. Bones, armor, weapons, all still lay scattered about in the streets and buildings, a stark reminder of why it is the way it is now.
The single most disturbing aspect of Attone, to any who had visit this place before it collapsed, was the sky. Once in perpetual darkness only alleviated by the different cycles of the Moon, is now frequented by the blazing presence of the Sun. When you take into consideration that this realm was created, and devoid of a sun at inception; you quickly realize that this Sun found its way here from the failing magic of Attone itself. The ‘Between’ magic that allowed Knights and Cyborgs to befriend one another had somehow fudged its own rules and allowed that Star to rise here now; and the original Kindred would be sick to their blood gorged gullets knowing this.
And so the city of Attone sits, rotting away into a specter of itself. The heart of the City remains still somewhat intact, but slowly being swallowed up by the Labyrinth of Decay that encloses it. With the right kind of people though, the City could see a rebirth of some kind. The magic could be repurposed. The batteries recharged, turning the gears of the mighty engine that was once a Haven to all creatures shunned from other realms. Maybe it could be revived into something even better, something with a purpose; and if not? Well there is bound to be relics of unfathomable power inside the city walls. Stuff that could change ones Destiny forever…
