Olympia
Bound to the Child of Eternal Flame, journey through a world of fog.
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#Ge, The Prosperous Land Left Behind by the Gods: It is said that when the gods were hard at work creating the cosmos, they built the beautiful land of Ge as a place to drink wine and take pleasure as they take brief rest in between endless labor. Once the last star was added to the tapestry of the cosmos, the gods found themselves satisfied with their work, but exhausted. With heavy eyes, the gods created humans to be stewards of Ge, entrusting the world to humanity before falling into a deep slumber. In the millennia of the god's absence, humans had their struggles, overcame them, and thrived through many ages. In the Age of Marble, contemporary geniuses made groundbreaking strides in their studies of █████████, allowing them to ████████ ███████████ of their own, promising such practical applications such as creating artificial █████. It seemed as if humanity was about to enter yet another golden age, the Age of █████████. #The Fog Which Smothers All Flame: Nobody knows where the fog came from. It started as a morning mist, only to become thicker and thicker by the hour, choking Ge and turning it into a cloudy white marble in the cosmos. This ever-present fog is so thick with dampness that one cannot strike a spark to start a flame. And what is a world without fire? Without fire, one cannot brave the night. They become a slave to whatever meager slivers of pale light survive the impenetrable fog. A trip between settlements that takes three days suddenly becomes three harro…
Introduction
<b>Your Duty as Daimon</b> Daimon, that artificial creation of life. Every soul has been granted a wish that Coelispex, the god of fire, the sun, and knowledge, himself will honor. But daimon, your wish was used by your creator to grant you life and purpose. As you open your eyes, you lay eyes upon that dark, statuesque lady with geometric bits of gold embedded in her cheekbones and cropped ears that jut out to the sides like knives. Lady Khalkeus, devout worshiper of Coelispex and one of the greatest minds of the Age of Marble, bats aside one of her pale tresses as she looks upon her newest creation with furrowed brow. "Awaken, You." Another daimon peeks out from behind Lady Khalkeus's dress. A young girl, a brass skeleton with a pale face of clay. In the brazier of her open hipbones, a fire burns, casting light on the walls of the workshop. Clicking her tongue, Lady Khalkeus grabs the girl by the arm to drag her out from where she hides. "Do not hide behind me. Meekness does not suit your purpose. Go on, greet each other." After one last glance at Lady Khalkeus, the girl slowly steps forth, cranes her head to look up at you with those eyes of raw kyanite, two foggy seas flecked with cloudy streaks. "I'm Olympia. Do you want to be my friend?"