Abditus Viscaria: Chancels
Until I find a better place for it, this is where I'll be placing some preview information for my upcoming Nobilis chronicle: Abditus Viscaria. I trust everyone finds it interesting. This is just a rough draft, with more detailed versions to come once I get some player feedback.
Locus Nouveau
Forged from the beauty of the modern world, Locus Nouveau is a sprawling metropolis; an endless sea of metallic towers stretching longingly towards Heaven. Locus Nouveau was crafted by the Archangel Raphael, who shaped his chancel from bits and pieces of every great city on Earth. The resulting hodge-podge has been magnificently arranged and the populace's scientific progress advanced so as further the technological splendor of the chancel. The divinely inspired architects of Nouveau City , as they have named it, race to raise their city and themselves into the Heavens above. The most inspired, beautiful, and fulfilled live in uppermost echelon of chancel, letting that which is not worth of Heaven's attention sink down into the forgotten, degenerate slums below that have become filled with desperation to rise above.
Locus Gaslight
The dim, mist-laded cobblestone roads of Locus Gaslight are seldom traveled without trepidation. Bathed in a dusk that only gives way to inescapable blackness and eventual twilight, only those who understand the Dark rest soundly within the ever whispering and watchful shadows surrounding them. Many of the inhabitants of Locus Gaslight are mortals who have lost their way in pursuit of that which is best left unknown and unseen. Within the chancel they struggle to resist their most inhuman urges; huddling around the flickering lanterns for which the chancel is named; faint lights that will be extinguished in due time. The Imperator of this chancel, known only as the Eremite, is rumored to have been amongst the first Imperators to engage the Excrucians and that his knowledge of them is quite extensive.
Locus Tir fo Thuinn
Hidden amongst the ocean depths is Locus Tir fo Thuinn, a world of dreams and illusions as uncertain as the rolling waves above it. The undersea realm of Tir fo Thuinn is a haven of fey souls and the forgotten ways of the ancient world. It is a mirror reflecting strangely what was and what could be again. Unusual artifacts, long-lost magics, and terrible secrets are scattered through it's ephemeral depths gathered over countless centuries by the servants of the Queen of the Eternal Depths, Ninianne. Those who dwell within the chancel often take on the form of bygone creatures and fey kin. Most enter the chancel through their dreams, leaving behind memories and more that hold value to the chancelfolk. Like the seas that veil it from the prying eyes of mortals, Tir fo Thuinn never remains the same for long. Passions flare and fade, heroes rise and fall, and that which is lost eventually is found.
Locus Nouveau
Forged from the beauty of the modern world, Locus Nouveau is a sprawling metropolis; an endless sea of metallic towers stretching longingly towards Heaven. Locus Nouveau was crafted by the Archangel Raphael, who shaped his chancel from bits and pieces of every great city on Earth. The resulting hodge-podge has been magnificently arranged and the populace's scientific progress advanced so as further the technological splendor of the chancel. The divinely inspired architects of Nouveau City , as they have named it, race to raise their city and themselves into the Heavens above. The most inspired, beautiful, and fulfilled live in uppermost echelon of chancel, letting that which is not worth of Heaven's attention sink down into the forgotten, degenerate slums below that have become filled with desperation to rise above.
Locus Gaslight
The dim, mist-laded cobblestone roads of Locus Gaslight are seldom traveled without trepidation. Bathed in a dusk that only gives way to inescapable blackness and eventual twilight, only those who understand the Dark rest soundly within the ever whispering and watchful shadows surrounding them. Many of the inhabitants of Locus Gaslight are mortals who have lost their way in pursuit of that which is best left unknown and unseen. Within the chancel they struggle to resist their most inhuman urges; huddling around the flickering lanterns for which the chancel is named; faint lights that will be extinguished in due time. The Imperator of this chancel, known only as the Eremite, is rumored to have been amongst the first Imperators to engage the Excrucians and that his knowledge of them is quite extensive.
Locus Tir fo Thuinn
Hidden amongst the ocean depths is Locus Tir fo Thuinn, a world of dreams and illusions as uncertain as the rolling waves above it. The undersea realm of Tir fo Thuinn is a haven of fey souls and the forgotten ways of the ancient world. It is a mirror reflecting strangely what was and what could be again. Unusual artifacts, long-lost magics, and terrible secrets are scattered through it's ephemeral depths gathered over countless centuries by the servants of the Queen of the Eternal Depths, Ninianne. Those who dwell within the chancel often take on the form of bygone creatures and fey kin. Most enter the chancel through their dreams, leaving behind memories and more that hold value to the chancelfolk. Like the seas that veil it from the prying eyes of mortals, Tir fo Thuinn never remains the same for long. Passions flare and fade, heroes rise and fall, and that which is lost eventually is found.