Introduction

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Lore and Info // Characters // Credits

In the realm of Bohedoru, filled with exuberant planets and magical planes alien in retrospect to our human minds, lies a fated few. This small party, brought together by the fate of Bohedoru itself, start their adventure on the planet of Rosohax.
In the year 209 of the new Willfest Era, is the current Rosohax. Rosohax is a troublesome world, born into the calamity of deities now long banished from its surface. In the 13 billion years in which this world has existed, civilizations always perceived through the swelling of conflict. But, this primal world has never needed the aid of others outside itself; never did the universe ever come to aid in the form of patchwork heroes such as you four.
Before we begin the epic tale of our heroes, let us revise on what you all, regular inhabitants of Rosohax, would know.

The planet holds home to nine nations, on four continents. The first, is Elenmora. Elenmora was once a great expanse of fertile land, helping them gain much magical, social, and religious stability. The empire that once stood tall upon the looming cliffs, was ultimately lost to their own devices, and crumbled under it. The power that once won their battles, suddenly turned to infect the wonderland of this long-existing colony. Life was plagued by a void of death, taking a quarter of the population into its clutches. And those who survived, located themselves on a neighboring island, now called Dorhast. Others, of the royal decent, were promised a life of limitless protection by the high priests of their court. When agreed to, those royals were given an island pulled from the depths of the sea using great magic, now called Linen. The rest of Elenmora became the chaos it was fated to be, dissolving in the matter of months to become the hellish terrain it is today. The once angelic land was morphed into a death wish, its mountains melted into the constant pooling of hot magma. Never ending tectonic eruption has turned the once ancient empire, into a new hell all its own, seldom explored by even the bravest of legends.
Vibrait, quite different than the primordial western lands, is one of the new powers over Rosohax. Conflict has grown between itself and the two other nations north and east, being the corresponding Becca, and Rainen. And while protected by a nest of mountains between itself and the northern expanses, Vibrait is far from a hermit nation, taming far islands in recent years, home to exotic life. The three areas have forever been locked in with each other over the unclaimed land in between, causing a dirty influence upon its people. This tense stand-off caused the fought over land to fill with groups of lawless creatures, shadows that lurk in the night to terrorize all who enter. Those who travel along the trade route through this land are required to be joined with heavy defense. That’s if you don’t want to see yourself caught up in one of the many outlaw, cultist, or endless choices of dark beasts.
Becca, and the remaining three, unmentioned lands are members of Unity, a global organization to ensure the protection of rights among all people. Festgrath, in particular, is home to the Gathering Tree, where representatives of Unity meet every nine years in discuss of their faith. Festgrath was birthed from the fall of Elenmora, taking up the title of most-powerful lands on all of Rosohax, though small.
And finally, Tustail’e is the kingdom of knowledge. They are, and always have been the scribes of old; keepers of all the logical sense. A well-esteemed school of magical arts resides in the chilly tundra of Tustail’e, where well-to-do send their gifted children in hopes of a powerful mage returning.

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Interdimentional beings are drawn to Rosohax because of the magical center. Rips in time and space also have enough magical aura that draw evil to the world.
One of these beings visited Rosohax in secret, a dark beast from one of the alignment planes wormed his way into the council of Elenmora long ago. BAPHOMET was the name of the demon, a character who finds fun in watching a world turn to chaos. This was a game for him. Mohedoru (the drow under the influence) let his wife, Kilephy, be impregnated by the interdimentional beast. BAPHOMET
is an archdemon from one of the planes of chaos, as well as deception and cunnings.

On the flip side of the Lawful archdevils, there are the Chaotic archdemons. One of these archdemons is Baphomet, the Horned King and Prince of Beasts. Lord of mythical minotaurs, he creates vast labyrinths to entrap foes, and can never be lost in his own mazes.
Although he is filled with bestial bloodlust, it is backed by cruel and cunning intellect dedicated to corrupting and subverting civilization back to a primal savagery. At 20 feet tall, he is also an immense and immediate physical threat.

Impregnating the woman was as if he let a small termite lose within his dollhouse; another experiment like those he played with in his infamous Tower of Science in the 600th layer of the Abyss. BAPHOMET told his servant that he needed to hibernate under the earth, within the mazes of it’s caverns, and feed her a mix of molten lava and sirum only made by the mind of dragons. She soon grew large with the mutated child inside her, Mohedoru slowly corrupting the council to get the materials he needed. Soon Mohedoru grew an army in which he used to kill the dragons, a mind controlled tribe which was named the Vibrassi. He collected skilled beings, put into camps where they were broken down in mind, changed into deadly creatures who hungered for nothing but power.
As the infection grew within the council, the aura of deception also grew inside Elenmora. The land grew hotter and hotter, it’s mountains eventually melting into the pools of hot lava.
And while the continent evacuated to Dorhast, BAPHOMET’s child grew stronger within the drow belly. Mohedoru was proud of his accomplishments, his wife put into a coma-like state to insure she would cause an easy delivery. The entire process until now had taken 90 years.
Around the same time, Dragons spread the word of danger, and they held a rebellion of their own against Mohedoru and his Vibrassi. They were met by the dead faces of their brethren, disgusting patchworks of what the dead dragons used to be. The attack was a failure, and with the loss of many of their “soldiers” in this battle, the remaining dragons held a meeting. They fought for years over what to do. Some, insulted for their cowardice, fled to the mountains on the other side of the world, hiding in caves and in forests. Others remained on a small island cloaked to all others and attempted to reroute, destroy, or delay the Vibrassi. What they don’t know is that now Kilephy is used as a vessel for the evil child she holds. Essentially she has a third eye, able to see the skilled from all over the world. The dragons who were able to adapt to this mysterious power are those who survived, though they are few and far inbetween.
150 or so years after the initial visit of BAPHOMET, a special dragon studying within the forest for half a century, discovered a hope. An interdimentional portal could be harnessed within the woods of Rainen.
At the same time, Mohedoru was updated in his form to a true “disciple” of BAPHOMET, melding his own body with dragon pieces. He formed a mutated lower, bipedal dragon bottom half, and thousands of arms splitting out and covering his small human drow head. Gibbering mouther that speaks in every language, some mouths screaming for help and others fighting each other for power. Everything around him causes the ground to be corrupt. As well as this Mohedoru and his new group of knowledgeable men to make a better set of dragon golems. They are more updated and are more akin to flesh golems. As Mohedoru grows more corrupt his dragon creations and Vibrassi men/women do so as well. He corrupts all he touches- that is the curse of BAPHOMET. Mohedoru could never be as creative as the archdemon, no matter how much he tries.

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holderTo elaborate, dragons were once the powerful breed of mythological beast us mortals call dragons. They once ruled all elevations of Rosohax,with all beings respecting the dragon's place on the pedestal. Dragons never coincided in alawful council, nor did they create chaos. There was indeed true balance, dating back to the time before what we know as men. Although they were wise in keeping peace, most dragons resided in the idea that no harm would touch them, leading to their downfall. Through both the corruption of a dark evil within their homeland, and a great loss to a batch of young hatchlings, dragons fell from their spot on the top of the food chain. The much needed population dwindled, prompting the loss against their now nemesis, Mohedoru.

holderCurrently, almost two centuries after Mohedoru's demise, dragons are few and far in between. In an attempt to end Mohedoru's plans, the remaining rulers of the sky mostly gathered on an island hidden within the expanse of the largest ocean. Dragons have also focused their magic on transmutation, soon gaining two new forms; these disguises were planned to mask not only their appearance but also their magic power. The first form is a culmination between human and dragon, a centaur-like shape with a lower dragon half. An alternative form was also adapted, this being a
human form with slight scaling and/or feathering across the ends of the limbs and on the sides of the face. Those that are more in touch with their arcane side can control whether they keep certain dragon traits when in their human form. This means that some might appear with or without a tail depending on their magical ability.


holderDragons, like humanoid dwellers, specialize in
different crafts. Some preform the acts of warriors,
truly embracing their draconian power as a lord of
Rosohax.
Others find their calling in the crafting of herbal
remedies and knowledgeable in the fauna to help
others survive.
Finally, those that love the path of
the arcana, learn the ways of a magic user. Dragons
have a good deal of magic ability to begin with, yet
it takes training to focus their energy. Those that
look most human in their third form are usually
adapted to the knowledge of arcana.

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The dragon family that bows to an ancient astral god named ___; heavily confided in the idea that eventually they'd join him as dragon ascendants. They are the most religious family of dragons, and tend to have the good/lawful alignment. Maldraedior was the original faith, as they call it, and most Wayfar's lineage is traced back to him.

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related to mohedoru, drow father of death, the family is not necessarily evil

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zi3eVRo ... pYAI3RtOAG

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Rᴏsᴏʜᴀx Dᴜᴍᴘ



"My father ___ slayed the dragon ___, and therefore I shall share with you this prophecy. The child I will bear will have the image of the serpent in his eye"




He took the blade now glowing with the molten light of the ember pile. It burned through his skin, melting against the flesh and stitching itself to his hand. Within the trembling hand steam rose, yet through it all his gaze stayed cold, and locked onto the foreboding wife that stood in front of him.




-can read by flipping through the book




harsh and gravelly- a bit like waves dashing in on a shingle beach (speech)