Aeternum, a island blessed or maybe cursed by wonders. For there is a strangeness never seen before. Corpses of your crewmates attack when you wake and you alone. Dispatching your assailants brings you safety but it is only now that you think of the time spent with them. They told you stories of friends, family, and dreams. You ended that although you know that they are lost in mind.
After some time, you find someone who is clear in the head. They assist you with the wounds that you have only now realized that are there and point you to the nearest settlement. There maybe, you can take a rest and gather you thoughts.
Upon reaching what appears to be a basic settlement from what you have seen with walls made of wood and stone, you make haste to the nearest person who will talk to you about what you have seen. Too your horror, this is normal. You are the one who is unique. You find out that most people become mindless or worse and you are the true standout.
You gather your thoughts, push back the idea that maybe you where lucky and maybe the ones you slaughtered were mindless and your friends no more while gathering intel of what’s going on.
Some tells you of a creeping horror that is reaching the town. From what you have seen, you steel yourself and willingly investigate. After some time, you are greeted by a dark pit. The air around you is darken and black twisted horrors attack you. There lower body missing but they are able to leap at you using there arms. A barrage of torsos followed by another twisted being, a blacked body with a clear disconnect separating the torso and the legs at the hip. Gathering yourself you trade blows with the foul beings that resemble man, dispatching the things with no legs and gathering yourself in this moment. It’s only then then the bipedal abomination reaches for you. There arms reach out longer than any mortal man and grabs you, pulling you in.
The beast thrashes at you while you do the best you can to gather your thoughts. You can only defend, blocking what could be killing blows for strikes that you can fight when received. The man beast contorts and what appears to dislocate it’s joints to land a hit. This nearly works at first but instinct saves you as you block the attack.
With the block you have a moment of clarity and attack, for the heart is exposed if said being has one. You drive the tip of your weapon into the beast and it screams, fading to dust.
Returning to town beaten but victorious, you tell the people what you have seen. They say they have battled said foe but, the battle was not to there favor. They wish for you to speak to the factions. For they have the means to apply a unified defense.
You first come across the convent, a faction that wishes to spread the will of the “spark”. Although it appears that they wish to help the sane of this world, you see that the more devote resemble the inquisition of old and should be treated with caution.
The following encounter was easier to deal with out of the bunch. A commander from the so called marauder faction. The interesting part was when I was seen. They got word that someone was going to investigate a area they scouted beforehand. Although they noted that the battle was feverish, a win is a win. They wish for me to join the cause but, I moved on.
Lastly, I stubbled across what is now to be determined to be the syndicate. I was deep in thought and speaking aloud by mistake, He corrected me on many theory’s I had and told me the ways that have already been attempted to leave this hell of a island.
After may days, I see the truth. All of them are correct but they have taken it to the extreme. The convent wish the unify under faith, the marauders under strength, and the syndicate under knowledge.
They all have a twisted sense but are correct in there own way. But wrong in many others. Faith can not exist without knowledge. Knowledge can not exist without the strength of enforcement. And strength can not exist without the faith that you are doing good.
With this, I strike my own path. Not bound to a faction, but on my own path. I will strike out and discover this island of unknowns. The horrors and the gifts.
I
Will
Not
Be
Bound