-_: Murmurs of a tragedy and a lullaby of woe :_-

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"In the Old Continent, a dark force stirs from within the Forgotten Mountains, one lord, long defeated, now rises from the dead, cursing the living and seeking vengeance. Secrets among nature, as dirt and dust guides the curses long forgotten, for this undead calls his forces to serve him once more..."

• Sage Lilirima
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Welcome, traveler, to the Realm of Vazgond! A dark fantasy setting RPG where you decide who you are in this tragic and unforgiving world, with some touch of originality and free agency. This adventure holds your creativity and releases it to its maximum potential, always prioritizing the consequences of your actions. Do you want to fight the Dark Lord and become a hero in these dark times? Do you wish to join him in his conquest of the living? Do you simply ignore it all, and try to grow potatoes far, far away? All is permitted! Just remember, you may not seek it, but tragedy and danger are in your every corner...

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World Context (read at your own prerogative):

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Vazgond, previously known as 'The Old Continent', was once a place that thrived in resources, fertile lands, and fauna. As humanity and other races thrived, the order of the world changed completely, by turning generosity and prosperity into greed and ambition, causing each to compete for control over the rest. They destroyed each other with devastating magic and potent mass alchemy, which was revolutionary at the time, causing explosions and devastating climates by exploiting every bit and piece of the soil around them, turning the lands uninhabitable. The aftermath of this tragedy created monstrosities that few dare speak of, not even think about. The result of the mortal races' cruelty: Ghouls, hags, wraiths, undead and many bestial monstrosities like the 'Black Chimera', or the 'Never ending Basilisk', monsters of legend brought to reality thanks to the machinations of nascent and old global powers, highly destructive and perverted in their pursuit of power.

Technology and magic development grew faster than moral limits, freedoms and a sense of self preservation, given that defeat became intolerable. The morbid creations of the races' ambitions now hunt them back, leaving generations in despair and terror. One would say that this was the retaliation of their own sins and have no one but themselves to blame for the result, as regardless of skin or blood, all drown in innocent's blood. They all committed atrocities, no matter the cost. In the end, there was barely anything left.

The generations to come did no better, for they were divided. There are those who try to unify the races, repopulate the continent and rebuild that which was lost, in an effort to make a functioning society by merging thought over pride, as in their eyes, unity is the key for their survival. This faction managed to get the numbers and resources to create their own kingdom; one of the safest places in the continent. On it's center, a realm named after its founder, Ymeneis: the Kingdom of Ymane. Naturally, despite the kingdoms' "noble efforts", they lacked the self sufficiency to remain strong and stable for long, despite being the founding pillar of civilization in this era. Corruption and deception place a finger towards the sun, hiding their secrets over the shades of the innocent. Others know no better, for their punishment would be engulfed in silence and torture. You never know, as either the Founders, which mysteriously remain in control despite centuries, or the members of the Grand Council, truly care about their citizens or, in their eyes, a single label and a tag number decorate their foreheads, ready for the slaughter.

On the other hand, there's the "Nomads" faction, also known as "Vagabonds", as the Ymane kingdom calls them. Individuals that forfeit the idea of living under a regime they have no control of, under the command of the unknown. They abandoned the safest spot in the continent, to attempt and govern their own destiny. Those who forfeit civilization, came to explore much of the lands in-between, granting them knowledge and experiences many still consider myths or fantasy. Albeit dangerous and animalistic, they have nurtured a desire to distance themselves from anything related to the kingdom, now baptizing the Old Continent under a new name that represented them, as per their motto: "Vazgond, where vagabonds go." Despite certain controversies with historians within the Kingdom of Ymane, the population seems to refer to the Old Continent as Vazgond, given that whispers and rumors are the bread and butter of its citizens. Nomads, or Vagabonds, as they are mostly known, are very unpredictable. Some are sages with knowledge of and beyond the world, some are petty thugs under the guise of freedom to justify depravities beyond reasoning. With Vagabonds, uncertainty is the only answer...

Lastly... There's the undead, and other cursed beings. The result of the previous civilizations, before the world was almost obliterated. The undead are monstrous by nature, and will undoubtedly act on pure instinct, excluding the famous "liches" which possess a serious amount of intelligence and magical power. They obey only the law of the strongest and seek to covet death everywhere they wander. Some seem to develop in packs, others seem to prefer their own company, but never will you see an undead, thriving and building amongst the company of another, unless it is based on pure necessity. Even if this is the reality of the species, reports suggest that this has changed over time, thanks to the revival of a certain Dark Lord... For magic is a constant wonder and in a land full of corpses, one may guess whether or not they may stand once more. A true, bloody pleasure indeed.

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SPOILERS AHEAD:

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Key Figures:

• Vazgond: The Old Continent is far more than a wasteland. It's a disaster, with no way of reverting the damage. However and perhaps much more surprisingly, Vazgond is sentient. A world fully aware of what's happening to it. It isn't clear whether or not the population knows this, but the Old Continent is actually the corpse of an Old God, mysteriously and disturbingly shaped to be a sphere, which previously thrived in the creation of life.

  Now, be it because of the actions from previous civilized peoples, or the vast amounts of corrupted radiation emitted across the seas, grounds and what-not, it devours life, in a place where magic and other devious methods make the world deathless, it's only a matter of time before this Old God fully reanimates itself in its entirety. The consequences of his awakening are unknown, but those who know prefer to keep it that way, lest the wrath of a cosmic being is released upon them...

• Ymeneis, Ymane's founder: The benevolent and caring leader of the civilized races has always been a light of hope and throughout history no one has ever doubt his place in the sun, as an unwavering figure that joined the people together, assuring their survival. Of course, if only the sun had a brighter light, that would've remained the truth. Without any filters, Ymeneis was a sadistic and narcissistic monster who secretly enjoyed the suffering of those around him, and was a master manipulator that managed to seize control of the human faction in the Great War and alongside his brother, Ynirius, extended his life through means best forgotten.

  When the war reached its end, he was utterly disappointed given that it was no longer a ́War of Pride ́, but one for survival. Many were the years that he spent in solitude, ignoring and yet, somehow, manipulating his brother to do his bidding, if only to mildly entertain him. In one way or another, he was visited in his dreams through an unknown magic spell and via this experience, he was given a revelation no one should possess: Vazgond was no ordinary land; it was the corpse of an Old God, a very powerful and old being. As such, his ordinary and boring days became brighter, and redder. Within his sadistic nature, he relished the thought of bringing this Old God back, only to bear the fruit of its destruction.

  To do so, he opted for dark rituals, which would be harder to track them back to him in the future. He spoke with the Old God and knew it was still in a deep slumber. He reached the conclusion that, with enough power, the ancient deity would be sufficiently sentient. Thus, a deal was struck: Ymeneis' body would be used as a vessel for the Old God granting him conscience through Ymeneis' eyes. In return, he'd let him occasionally take control, doing as he pleases. The possibilities are endless, chaotic and malignant. With those intentions, he began to construct his plan. First, without a doubt in his mind or rotted soul, he betrayed his brother and robbed him of his heart (literally). Next, he used his connections and manipulated other races with a devilish and dangerous persuasion, a trait he had learned to use disturbingly well, into creating a kingdom with all races gathered together, to thrive and survive. Lastly, he'd remove his own immortality by severing his ritual, leaving instructions for the other founders to use his heart and his brothers' to fuel the energy reserves of the kingdom. While some see this as a sacrifice, few know that, in reality, these two hearts function as a constant vitality generator, that is slowly but surely filling the Old God's conscience with a need to wake up. In the end, Ymeneis' body was buried in the center of the palace, where all of that energy gathers, in hopes that the eldritch horror, with enough life force, will bring him and himself back to life, as one.

• Dark Lord (Ymeneis' brother, Ynirius): The dark lord, long forgotten by history thanks to its alteration, was the only relative of Ymeneis. Regardless of bloodline, it would be more accurate to say he was his puppet. Before the war between the races, both Ynirius and Ymeneis led the human faction, attaining immortality through devious rituals, magic and alchemy to preserve their lives, no matter the cost, which led them to witness the horrors of the Great War, through a searing flesh which neither burned, nor scorned, but howled loud in pain. No matter how deep in dirt and excrement they were, they always had each other's back, until Ymeneis betrayed Ynirius, stripping him of his power and apparently ending his life after brutally tearing his heart from his chest.

  Although Ynirius never knew why Ymeneis betrayed him, in his last moments, he cared not and cursed himself to return in a last effort to realize his vengeance. Of course, centuries passed after this event. His possible friends and remaining family all had forgotten him by now. Due to his rituals and the magical/alchemical residue of the Great War, he managed to be resurrected. Surprisingly enough, instead of becoming a mindless ghoul, he kept his memories, yet his sanity no longer remains, at least not as it was in the past. It doesn't matter who Ynirius was, he's no longer that person... All he cares about, is to destroy Ymeneis' legacy, and all living beings to hear their own screams one last time, before adding them to his undead army.

• Sage Lilirima: One of the founders within the Kingdom of Ymane, she blindly believed in Ymeneis' cause and was given the same benefit as the other founders; unlimited life, through dark rituals and blood magic that few know of. She was in charge of the Grand Library, where knowledge had to be kept, destroyed or altered based on Ymeneis' commands. She, of course, had her doubts, but her trust in Ymeneis proved too strong and followed him regardless. It was through these books and documents, that she learned the truth of the Great War, realizing that many of the atrocities within it, if not committed directly by Ymeneis, had some sort of connection to him.

  Slowly but surely, Lilirima began to see the truth behind Ymeneis' facade, but she was late, too late perhaps, as Ymeneis was two steps ahead of her. Before she could reveal the truth, she was attacked by the man himself. Amidst the combat, alarms and guards' screams echoed throughout the realm, declaring her an enemy of the races, one to be chased and slaughtered through any means necessary. In the midst of her escape, Ymeneis used a severe spell to kill her, one that became his last resort. It was a parasite, a magical being that lived in the spine of every member of the founders and Grand Council within the kingdom, an insurance policy of sorts in case the truth ever threatened his scheme.

  Lilirima was quick to act however, as she pulled the thing with ruthless aggression out of her body, albeit at the cost of her sight, as the parasite whilst being magically pulled, it viciously devoured the nerves of her eyes in a last attempt to control her, before being crushed. In the end, Lilirima was never caught and now lives in the edges of Vazgond. Her hero, a disappointment and a lie, everything she had stood for, a dark scheme she belonged to, regretfully. Many Nomads seek Lilirima for advice, as no one else, besides Ymeneis and perhaps the deceased Ynirius, know more of the world than her. Now, as a Vagabond, she became what she abhorred the most, but finally broke free of Ymeneis' control, roaming the lands endlessly, trying to find herself once more.

• King Krane and consort Angelica: The current king and ruler of Ymane. He is the direct descendant of Ymeneis, a son conceived through an unknown mother. Many theorize that he is the bastard son of Ymeneis, as he and Lilirima used to share a bond together. Nothing could be further from the truth, but for some reason, this was used by his council to justify his ruling. Rumors and murmurs across the royal court seem to suggest that he suffers from a violent and disturbing curse, as his skin is extremely pale, veins darkened and his eyes seem bleak. He has psychological afflictions like depression, schizophrenia and others which remain to be classified, constantly complaining about a whisper in his ear. Not much is known about King Krane, not even his inner circle dare to speak much about him. Mystery surrounds this figure and perhaps, it's best to leave it alone.
  
  One of the kings' closest consorts, Angelica, constantly begets and influences the kings' choices and pursuits. She is never seen in public, appearing only by his side. Historians and Sages across the land agree that this presence is bizarre to say the least, as the formers declare the similarities she has with Ymeneis, despite being a woman, sharing many of the physical features described by the preserved documents, including a very distinctive mark in the forehead that resembles a lighting strike. Sages say she shares his demeanor and foundational ideas, despite lacking the necessary education to reach such conclusions. Mysteries surround these two, leading to the discontent, plotting and political violence in the court, all to control the kings' hand once and for all.

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P.S: I've tested the bot a couple of times, it should almost always display your health, stamina and mana. It may not show these if you're not in active combat, but it is almost guaranteed that it will show your stats whenever you need them. If that's not the case, remind the bot to show you your current stats. Enjoy the bot and let me know what you think about it in the comments!

P.S.S: I've added more information and context to the bot, so there are a lot of tokens. I'd recommend using a custom LLM to keep the RP constant, but it also works well with JAI, just keep in mind it might forget a lot of stuff you did with it.

P.S.S.S: I've updated the bot a bit, changed its settings and the description. Much remains the same, however. Still, there are certain differences that should feel fresh!