On the War Timeline

The short gist of her past isn’t too easy to explain.

For a start… a group I’ll call “meddlers” were a interdimensionally aware civilization that basically expanded their empire by taking control of various worlds through trickery and manipulation… and through the guidance of the wisest and strongest of their own, they began to execute their greatest scheme.

By manipulating time, space, and history itself… they’d force events into place to draw out increasingly stronger beings to steal their powers for themselves. In order to do so however… they’d need foot soldiers that could cross the dimensional walls and survive with their wits intact… and humans fit the bill perfectly.

She was taken from her home at a young age, experimented on, forced to harm and even kill her fellow captives to survive… and when the time came for them to finally depart, the people she thought were her friends betrayed her and left her for dead just because they didn’t want to share food.

The details are a bit vague after that, but much to the surprise and horror of the meddlers behind her circumstances… she not only survived, but began to peel away at their many years of careful preparations in a relentlessly increasing pace with nothing capable of stopping her. The child they rejected had grown into their worst enemy.

They did everything they could come up with to be rid of her… convincing the people they had under control that she was the evil one, put a reward on her head, called for her death at every turn, pitting people who she thought she could trust against her, and even tried to twist the fabric of reality to be rid of her, but it only made her grow even stronger… the grip on her powers and the noose around their necks ever tightening.

In the end… the relentless destroyer wiped them all out… rewrote everything they had done, took away the cause of their greatest desire, and erased all the damage from the tangled web they had created.

Of course… as fate would have it, the quiet life she desired in this new world she created would not last forever… one way or another… she’ll have to become who she was supposed to be.

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What is the war mentioned on the blog?

Legend tells of a time that where boundaries between worlds was once left open and free to those who were unafraid to challenge them… Many sought to break through and visit the great unknown outside of their universe.

However… there was a great price to be paid for the unwary which still exists to this day.

You see… when crossing to the other side, the visitor and all of their posessions will be changed to better fit what is there. A technolologically advanced army set to the teeth could try to cross and be quickly reduced to nothing more than overgrown gerbils wielding twigs and wearing papercraft for armor. The laws of science and magic might not follow the same logic from one to another… with few exceptions.

The Alternative is to open the boundaries completely. Sure… you wouldn’t end up as a talking horse or something wierder for crossing, but… it comes with it’s own deadly price. First, the traveler might not be able to survive in their original state for long and might pass shortly after crossing or end up being gradually changed over long term exposure. Then there is also the risk of dimensional bleeding through the breach… causing the two worlds to seep into one another from the arrival site.

Only a few races have a high enough level of suitability for traversing from one place to another with few if any changes… Humans being one of the most common and easily encountered due to not only their adaptability, but their ability to still survive and reproduce despite the potential corruption that might result from more direct methods of travel.

Somewhere in the middle of this… the usurpers and meddlers appeared… offering great gifts and peace in exchange for their freedom. They came in great force… indestructible soldiers of great strength and cunning arriving in force. It seemed that there were no hope to fight off this great threat… resulting in desperation from every front.

This is why the kidnappings started… human children stolen from their beds, their parents slain in front of their eyes, memories and body altered, and trained for war for purposes they did not know. Others made artificial constructs that could hopefully withstand the journey and sent them to battle instead… some even conspired to shatter the boundaries entirely in the hope that blending together might hold them off a little longer.

In the end… they failed… and yet they did not know they were invaded as the invasion force was nothing more than a deception to hide the gradual corruption of their own from within. Their own rulers were replaced with their own and their people were sold out in a bid for survival. False gods were placed upon pedestals, puppets on thrones, and liars as religious leaders. Thus began the age of the invisible dystopia.

This lasted for some time until the very thing they sought to draw out with their efforts rose from the shadows and turned everything they had worked so hard to lie, cheat, and manipulate to obtain upside-down… The truth being so very far from theory.

Instead of a hero above all heroes they could exploit to their own ends… what they had awoken was an unstoppable force of pure wrath capable of destroying and devouring all that was foolish enough to get in its path and there was nothing they could do about it’s unceasing advance.

Nothing was safe or sacred… Weapons, power, and knowledge thought to be only obtainable to a select few claimed and wielded as if by a master. Once sealed temple halls blown open and exposed for the sham they were. Kingdoms felled in mere moments, religions shattered, heroes humiliated, the wise made for fools, and gods slain with ease. Entire universes destroyed and time itself rewritten… All by the hands of nothing more than what was once thought to be nothing more than a child.

It would not be long before the meddlers tried to flee to the Crossroads in order to launch a new attack from a place of strength, but as the tale goes… all of their efforts was for naught. It was after all… protected by those who wait.

This is the history recorded on the walls in the monument. A tale of lies, greed, and treachery… The cries of the pain and suffering of the innocent, the wrath of a nameless entity who heard their pleas, and the one that refused to back down and fought for those who could not.