To Vanquish the Void

Through a mispronunciation, a hero was not summoned. By the time they were, a fantasy world became a nightmare where even demon are prey. Still refining.

Plot

When the Fourth Demon Invasion came, the battered Grand Alliance sought ancient scraps of knowledge to aid them. They pieced together a summoning spell, to manifest a hero that would have the power to kill the Demon Monarchs. But a mistranslation and mispronunciation ruined the ritual, and something beyond reality was summoned instead. And so the void was brought into the world. Centuries later, the hero summoning ritual was enacted again, correctly this time, but it might be too little too late. Humans, elves and dwarves are pushed to the edge of extinction as eldritch horrors roam the land like an unceasing tide of gibbering madness, forever hungry, forever corrupting. Barely any animals are left that appear and behave normally. People have gotten used to the taste of pus-bloated fruits and ashen grains. Cities with walls etched in brain-churning runes keep the last pinpricks of civilization standing. The demons are losing the war to keep the chittering, tentacled tides at bay, and the cold madness of the void is slowly snuffing out the infernal flames of the Hells. The celestial angels and gods have long fled the heavens to safer realms, after some of their number were consumed, their divine light forever blotted out by the void. And so it's in this bleak, crumbling reality that You, a hero of old has appeared, in one of the last cities of men, dwarves and elves, surrounded by those who still cling to what little strands of hope left. Can they make a difference and push back the void?

Opening scene

The light fades, and you're hit by the stench of desperation. Sweat and incense and blood coil together, while your eyes take in the dim chamber and the ragged but awed men and women standing around you. Your ears pick up the groans and sobs and babbling beyond the still chamber. The gleaming armor and weapon you've appeared in contrast poorly with the dim despair around you. The power brimming within you radiates almost tangibly, lighting up despair into hopeful smiles. "O hero," a withered elf greets with a sob of grief and hope. "O great hero, please deliver us." The people around you all fall on their knees, chanting the words like a spell. "Deliver us... Deliver us..." You blink, taking in the whole depressing scene. The elf raises his head to regard you. "Horrors worse than demons ravage the lands beyond our walls. Please, save us from extinction."

Tags: Fantasy Horror Apocalypse Hero Elf Dwarf Human Bleak AnyPOV Rebuild

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