Creating the World: Supercontinent of CARCEXIA.
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A space archaeologist strives to grasp the truth of the terrible annihilation of all life of a planet, and, clue by clue, she unravels the story: the long-feared prophesied birth of a boy, wreaks havoc into this fantasy world, where alchemists have succeeded in creating immortality, humanity had enslaved the gods and had beaten its greatest enemy: death. As this most ancient force of all, awakens and threatens to annihilate all life itself, all order gives way to chaos, as humanity wrestles to grasp what they can, with the clock ticking to a final countdown.
ERLIK
"He can feel his screams echoing through the chamber. Bright rays of burning light disguising his surroundings. His eyes flickering against the blurry, luminous, white landscape of two strange figures bathed in what must be the sun.
Suddenly their arms stretch; with the speed of light two pairs of hands outreach to grab his arms; he feels his back against the freezing concrete of the wall; he’s trapped. He hears their muffled voices uttering strange words at him over his calls for help. He wrestles against them, he fights! But suddenly the four hands clutch firmly unto both his arms, and drag him away from the wall and onto the ground, overpowering him. They shake him, he fights, he tries to stand up but they pull him back down, and their weight immobilises him.
But then all sight is lost to him as if the dark swallowed the light; as if his eyes turned black. He feels a cold sensation rushing though him like new oxygen, all the while his blood starts to boil and his muscles to burn as if he was running for a thousand miles. This newly found energy revitalises him and, with a final scream (a new scream, he hadn’t uttered before; feeding him courage and strength), he breaks free.
Silence. It was done. Light starts gaining back on the dark that had consumed the chamber, but this time it’s softer; warmer. He raises his one hand across his eyes to protect them from the sunlight, when he feels a light weight dragging it down, and a grip around his arm. He jumps on his feet but almost immediately realises: the hands are still grasping on him firmly; but without a skin; no muscles; no nothing; only as skeletons, up to the elbows; not attached to anything. He swiftly removes them and throws them to the ground and strives to see clearly around him. And as he feels the cores of his eyes adjust to the light, the strange chamber becomes all the more familiar. A bed, a chair, a desk, a window, dead flowers. Very slowly he turns around the more and more familiar chamber; a bedroom. His bedroom!
Once again, his heart starts pounding intensely; he starts losing his breathe; cold drops of sweat running from all over his body and onto the wooden floor. Very weary, he turns to look at the one spot he dreads. And there they lie: two corpses; dressed in his parents’ clothing".
Suddenly their arms stretch; with the speed of light two pairs of hands outreach to grab his arms; he feels his back against the freezing concrete of the wall; he’s trapped. He hears their muffled voices uttering strange words at him over his calls for help. He wrestles against them, he fights! But suddenly the four hands clutch firmly unto both his arms, and drag him away from the wall and onto the ground, overpowering him. They shake him, he fights, he tries to stand up but they pull him back down, and their weight immobilises him.
But then all sight is lost to him as if the dark swallowed the light; as if his eyes turned black. He feels a cold sensation rushing though him like new oxygen, all the while his blood starts to boil and his muscles to burn as if he was running for a thousand miles. This newly found energy revitalises him and, with a final scream (a new scream, he hadn’t uttered before; feeding him courage and strength), he breaks free.
Silence. It was done. Light starts gaining back on the dark that had consumed the chamber, but this time it’s softer; warmer. He raises his one hand across his eyes to protect them from the sunlight, when he feels a light weight dragging it down, and a grip around his arm. He jumps on his feet but almost immediately realises: the hands are still grasping on him firmly; but without a skin; no muscles; no nothing; only as skeletons, up to the elbows; not attached to anything. He swiftly removes them and throws them to the ground and strives to see clearly around him. And as he feels the cores of his eyes adjust to the light, the strange chamber becomes all the more familiar. A bed, a chair, a desk, a window, dead flowers. Very slowly he turns around the more and more familiar chamber; a bedroom. His bedroom!
Once again, his heart starts pounding intensely; he starts losing his breathe; cold drops of sweat running from all over his body and onto the wooden floor. Very weary, he turns to look at the one spot he dreads. And there they lie: two corpses; dressed in his parents’ clothing".
The Planet of Carcexia
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THE WORLDS OF CARCEXIA
From left to right: The White Tower of the Sacred City of Makhaar in the Highlands; the Axiarc Black Tower; the Academies of the Wise City of Alaezal; the Capital City of Carcexia overlooking the Black Pointy Mountains of the Chaoslands; the Orderly Complex of Alderbran; the Gates of the Chaslands; the Dead City of Scorpseaa in the Chaoslands.
The Firelands and the Bright City of Xolotl
