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Posted: Jan 5 2014, 07:03 PM
When all of the beauty turns to pain When all of the madness falls like rain As long as we crash and we collide We will be gorgeous, you and I.
The world of Ga’leah had long been a world born of conflict. Wars were hard fought and peace hard won. It began when the gods themselves battled over powers and continued when their first creation rebelled against them. After the Fae were seemingly banished from the land, humanity was crafted and the conflict continued. The humans banded together first in tribes, then villages which became cities, and finally kingdoms each pitted against each other for valuable resources. Many sought to unite the kingdoms under one banner, but none succeeded until the mighty Uther Pendragon brought the kingdoms to knee through sheer force. He declared himself High King of Ga’leah and ruled for some time before his untimely demise seemingly left the land to war once more.
But a new leader arose, a young man who was heralded by prophecy, a young man who plucked a sword from a stone and became the true High King of Ga’leah. Under his leadership the kingdoms began to compromise, to trade, to aid each other. The nobility was held to higher standard and the common folk were treated with more respect and fairness than ever thought possible.
It was not to last, however. When the Queen’s affair with the High King’s champion was brought to light, the foundation of peace and justice was shaken. When she was sentenced to be burned for treason, the kingdoms were divided between those who thought the punishment severe and those who thought it warranted. All expected the High King’s champion to ride to her rescue…and he did, but not as anyone could have expected.
Justice. Chivalry. Equality. Honor. These were the foundations of the court of Arthur Pendragon. He had laid a feast before the darkness in the land, a darkness that had been waiting patiently for just such a banquet. And so, the High King’s champion came at the helm of an infected undead horde. The High King, too grief stricken and horrified to act stood idly by as knight and guard and common folk fell to their violence until the Queen broke free of her bondage, took up his enchanted sword, and removed the head from his former champion. The horde was driven back, but the damage had been done. The High King was broken and looked to drink to ease his troubled mind. Ga’leah lacked a leader at the time when it was needed most…and so the Queen crowned herself the High Queen of Ga’leah and attempted to take over for her wayward husband.
For three months, she struggled to combat the Blight as it swept through the lands. Three months of fighting as Dokrayth fell and the remaining kingdoms fell to martial law and riots. Refugee camps sprang up around the capital of Caerleon as the High Queen struggled to protect and shelter those she could. After three months of proving herself to be more than the adulteress whore for which she had stood accused, her husband emerged from his self-made prison. Forgiving one another for past transgressions, they sought to rebuild that which had been lost, protect that which still stood, and defeat the Blight which threatened the land.
It has been six months since the beginning of the Blight, since the Queen’s failed execution, and much has changed. The Kingdom of Dokrayth fell to the hordes in the first month, decimated and left naught but a barren waste land. The Maritanis, the great sea of Ga’leah, has transformed into liquid Blight, grounding the Pirates and forcing the Merkind into the inland Sea of Lyrielle and the fresh waterways of Ga’leah where they remain safe…for now. Calladahn locked down its city walls, offering shelter only to the rich, privileged, and useful until the Blight transformed the Yarrow, a great magical woodland which encompassed much of the kingdom into a terrifying forest of nightmares and death. Now, even the Evil Queen has fled to her estate in Caerleon. Xehacora instituted magical martial law with a barrier that is said to hold the Walking Starvation at bay…but at what cost? While Solhara found itself cut off from the trade routes that it once depended on for food and supplies, something that led to widespread rioting.
The battle is far from over. The gods are dying by the day and the Blight encroaches further and further upon the land by the hour. The time to fight for their world is upon them. The time to confront their destinies is at hand. All can play a part and all will be needed if any hope to live to see another day.
Once Upon a Nightmare is a dark fantasy game that marries aspects of horror and beloved fantasy. Here the characters of popular fairy tales, myths, and fantasy stories exist with a grim and sometimes shocking twist.
Our story is one of survival in a world gone mad. Where once the High King ruled a land of utopia, now terror reigns supreme. Characters may find themselves and their tales facing all manner of major or minor conflict that could shape them in strange and exciting new ways.
We offer a wide variety of Canon Tales, each adapted to suit the atmosphere of our game. However, we also welcome the adaptation of new tales by the players, and the creation of original characters within the scope of our universe.
There are limitless possibilities for characters ranging from a completely original pantheon of gods to a player created ‘bestiary’ and beyond.
So please, take a look around our humble site where we hope you will find a home…though not a happily ever after.