The Chaos. The world between worlds where the laws of reality change and shift like water in a river. Pieces of the worlds surrounding drift in, bringing small pieces of order, but they are quickly overtaken and blur into the madness. An endless expanse of mismatched biomes, worlds, magics, and creatures. Any native creature here must be resilient, deadly, adaptive, and intelligent to be able to survive in a world where anything can happen. The weakest creatures are fast and intelligent, good at analyzing somethings strengths and weaknesses and judging fight or flight. But even the weakest creatures can be dangerous, they must be; they use poisons, numbers, magic, or any combination thereof to even the odds in a fight. The strongest creatures earn their place with overwhelming power, they often have armor that's nearly impenetrable, and/or the ability to break through that kind of armor.
I've lived here for...no not even god knows how long, there is no god here. The gods that come through the gaps are insects in the face of Chaos, most die quickly, used to being the most powerful thing in the realm they will underestimate this world, others die from lack resources needed for them to survive, like different kinds of mana, or prayers. The only god is Chaos, the only offering is death, the only blessing is life.
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Born of Chaos
FantasyTenebris Drauca is a human unlike any other, and yet. He has no magic power, no significant strength or speed, he is not an unparalleled genius or inventor. And yet despite his seeming normalcy he has survived, albeit by the skin of his teeth, in Th...
