Welcome to Scions of Avonlea: a Modern Fantasy RP!
As we are just starting out, our world is a little bare. That’s where you come in! SoA is a sandbox, meaning that our members will be creating and shaping the world as we go. We’ve laid the groundwork and the general focus but now it’s up to you! So come join us in the Discord and lets get this party started!
Our species list is entirely open, if you don’t see what you want to play, your are free to submit a new species for consideration!
The year is 3021, more than 3,000 years since The Fall, when the wars of the New World decimated much of the civilizations of Avonlea. It pitted brother against brother, family against family, and tore old wounds open across the lands. At that point in our history, only the Elite could become a Mage. With these powerful beings leading the various nations, magic became a weapon for destruction. They paid a terrible price for their hubris, and the few Mages that opposed this open use of power were left scrambling. A particularly powerful Mage created a construct that he thought would give him the power he needed to end the war…but with himself as the victor. It backfired of course, and what he unleashed instead was a terrifying manifestation of Mana that changed and corrupted anything it touched.
Those Mages that opposed him did what they could to shield everyone fleeing, once they were able to get far enough away, the Elementalists joined together to reshape the very landscape, raising a massive mountain range and using magic to shield them. They were able to halt the expansion but at great loss. Since The Fall, the surviving nations have come together to rebuild. The Mages founded a new home for the Orders and began to take in anyone that wished to train with them, acting as a shield against the corrupted monsters from the North. Everything above the Velvet mountains became known as the Wastes, and it’s creatures: The Wasted.
The expanse of land the remaining populations escaped to was called “The Old World”, a wild and dangerous landscape that time had forgotten. With so few left to repopulate, many gathered in numbers for safety creating small villages and towns. Some races returned to their ancestral homes and took up their old ways. The land had reclaimed so much that ruins and vegetation ran rampant in equal measure and there is just as much to be recovered in Avonlea as there is in the Wastes.
Whispers have risen, of great heroes of old known as Scions, reborn to lead the nations into the Wastes and reclaim what they lost. Scions have not been seen in nearly 10,000 years, their talismans lost to time and the knowledge of them little more then myth and legend. Are the whispers true? Have the Scions returned? Are they sent to help, or have they been sent to finish what was started?