Insurrection
Alright, here's what's going down. I had no plans whatsoever in entering RPG Contest 13. But, as fate has it, this absolutely sweet idea popped up in my head today. So, I wrote up a (rather weak) intro, and decided to let you guys look, and be the judge. So, here it is, be sure to leave feedback!
Peace: the ever-sacred, yet near-impossible to attain treasure of life. It is a blessing, a gift not many experience in their lifetime. And for the inhabitants of Alleria, it could not have come sooner.
For thousands of years prior to Peacetime, Alleria was torn ragged by the dogs of war; the result of two self-sanctified Clans, the K’laric and the Ztun. They had been at war for six thousand years, fighting for control over the island that they each believed was rightfully theirs. Back and forth the upper hand went, until the Fall. Faced with near-suicidal odds, the K’laric made one final push, catching the Ztun by surprise, and forcing them nearly to sea. It is said, after a bloody massacre, the remaining Ztun made peace with the K’laric. And thus, the Accord was born.
Ten thousand years went by under the Accord; the damage done by the Great War undone, and the war itself forgotten. Technology, society, and culture advanced to levels never dreamt of before. Alleria became a haven, a utopia the world over couldn’t even fathom. All was well; at least, until the Uprising.
It hit the island quickly; an attack from within. Top-ranking members of government, key citizens, military personnel; it oozed out of every crack in the Accord. Within a month, the Accord was fractured, and the legion responsible for the coup, the Uprising, revealed themselves. They were unlike anything Alleria had ever seen before: organic beings, with mysterious supernatural powers. They had at their grasp powers which could not be explained, but rivaled that of the strongest Toa. They were unstoppable.
But the power of the Uprising had yet to be revealed. Two weeks later, strange, hideous beasts began to appear, ranging from the size of a Matoran, to towering over the island itself. The only thing that kept the Uprising from destroying the island was the very thing that protected it: The Remnant. Built on the remains of the Accord and its policing force, The Remnant’s technological power matched that of the Uprising’s supernatural. They fought back, and they fought back hard, locking the island in a stalemate.
This is where your story begins. Will you take up arms with the Remnant, and fight off the Uprising? Will you stand by the Uprising, wielding supernatural powers to destroy the Accord once and for all? Or will you, the citizen, fight from the inside, and save your island from destruction?
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