Incubus
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(No, this isn't a PbP Kingdoms Game. Nor does it have anything to do with said game. PbP Kigndoms proved to be about a hundred times more work than I anticipated, system wise, because my attempt to write a simple system failed abysmally. It's dead, move on.)
No one was quite sure what happened, or how. The only thing that seemed to matter, however, was the results. The dreamscape, a combined resonance of humanities hopes and dreams had quite suddenly become a very dark place. What was once a mostly peaceful realm was now covered in monsters who wandered about, committing vile acts. Humanity no longer dreamed, this was just one big nightmare.
It didn't take long for the Angels to move into action, their resources poured into the dreamscape in order to try and find the cause for this, and cleanse it. Their orders remained unchanged for the norm, protect mankind from spiritual danger, save those who will be saved and punish those who choose not to be. For in this dreamscape, the minds of those dreaming wandered and took form; some victimised by the monsters, others influenced by the twisted nature of the place to become monsters themselves.
Angelic judgement would have to be both swift and wise, for they themselves were not above corruption. Unjust decisions or falling under the influence of monsters would erode the core of their being and should they stray too far, they themselves would become just another monster of this nightmare world.
Ashior, one of the heavenly Inquisitors, stepped through her entrance into the world and surveyed her surroundings. From here, things looked normal enough; she was in a well groomed glade, a simple yet idealistic stone path trailed through pleasant looking trees and a little wooden bridge crossed over a small stream. Not a hint of darkness in sight, but this was only proof that heaven's influence from the portal she had stepped through was able to keep this taint at bay, at least for now. With only one way to go, forwards, it was only a matter of time before she began to notice the effects, presumably.
No one was quite sure what happened, or how. The only thing that seemed to matter, however, was the results. The dreamscape, a combined resonance of humanities hopes and dreams had quite suddenly become a very dark place. What was once a mostly peaceful realm was now covered in monsters who wandered about, committing vile acts. Humanity no longer dreamed, this was just one big nightmare.
It didn't take long for the Angels to move into action, their resources poured into the dreamscape in order to try and find the cause for this, and cleanse it. Their orders remained unchanged for the norm, protect mankind from spiritual danger, save those who will be saved and punish those who choose not to be. For in this dreamscape, the minds of those dreaming wandered and took form; some victimised by the monsters, others influenced by the twisted nature of the place to become monsters themselves.
Angelic judgement would have to be both swift and wise, for they themselves were not above corruption. Unjust decisions or falling under the influence of monsters would erode the core of their being and should they stray too far, they themselves would become just another monster of this nightmare world.
Ashior, one of the heavenly Inquisitors, stepped through her entrance into the world and surveyed her surroundings. From here, things looked normal enough; she was in a well groomed glade, a simple yet idealistic stone path trailed through pleasant looking trees and a little wooden bridge crossed over a small stream. Not a hint of darkness in sight, but this was only proof that heaven's influence from the portal she had stepped through was able to keep this taint at bay, at least for now. With only one way to go, forwards, it was only a matter of time before she began to notice the effects, presumably.