Sep 19, 2017

A World a Day #3

It's time for another World A Day, where I use my worldbuilder to generate the bones of a setting, then fill in the dots. I accidentally caused a re-roll while I was working on this, so I had to end it a bit early, but it worked out.

I'm starting to get a bit burnt out on some of this, maybe because I'm creating all the flavor on my own, rather than having much of the flavor provided by the generator. I may start adding in just-for-flavor details to all characters, instead of just having them for NPCs. Probably doesn't help that I'm trying to figure out how to make the settings into a series on the side, working on the list-of-episodes generator right now.

Check out the tool if you're interested!

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For centuries, the Adamin Commonwealth was the world’s political center. That all changed when the winds shifted and started pulling hot air from the eastern steppes. Over a few decades, the intricate irrigation systems went dry, the lakes burned down to small oases, and the cities built on their backs stayed just as populated, but without the power and influence that had kept them united. The new dust towns are dominated by barons who control the cities’ cisterns – what remains of them.

At least, everyone thinks it’s because of the change in the winds. In truth, the environmental change was only the primary factor, there were other elements in play. The water barons took power because they were the only ones whose water sources remained in play, and they ensured that outcome through blood magic, manipulating the flow of sacrificial blood on a micro level to create macro effects on water’s flow and disappearance from the Commonwealth. The cabal emerged slowly, as the future barons realized that they could strangle the united Commonwealth government and divide the cities between them. Now, with the waters concentrated in their own estates and doled out under their power, they keep the stepped pyramids of their forefathers pristine, with floating gardens thriving in the water-filled channels carved in each layer. Each baron on their own is weak, decadent, and inclined to underestimate the party; if they ever unify, their hold over the populace might prove lethal to heroes needing popular support.

Dayna is one of the few who knows the truth… though how she knows this is a mystery, even to her. Her memory only goes back to when she was banished from the city of Malano, cursed to be a waterless exile. As she staggered through the desert, exhaustion giving way to auditory hallucinations, she finally fell unconscious onto the ground. Before she hit full blackness, though, she heard the words ring through her head: “They took the water.” While unconscious, she dreamed as a drop of water, flowing through the lands of the Commonwealth in its prime, coursing through irrigation channels towards fertile farmland… until being pulled away from gravity’s flow, being pulled through hidden channels into the cisterns of the future water barons. When she regained consciousness, she was in the middle of an oasis, suddenly erupted from the ground around her. More than that, she dug away at the ground and uncovered the old underground structures the water barons had used to pull away the water. Now she travels from city to city, trying to break apart the water monopoly of the barons, drawing on a forgotten history as a swordfighter to protect herself, and infiltrating cities with a different disguise each time.


There’s only one person she can’t fool with her disguises: Declan, the best-paid bounty hunter of the wastes. He’s chasing her and her band of rebels, but more important is that catching Dayna would lead him to Cassandra Caylil, the current leader of a traveling merchant culture that adapted well to the sands. Their caravans evade the official patrols, bringing water and weapons to the underclass in the cities, fueling the resistance. Declan is also an amnesiac, and although he doesn’t know it, his “reawakening” happened at the exact same point as Dayna’s. Unlike her, though, he awoke around people of power who could tell him who he was, and his skills as a brawler backed it up. Whether they’re telling him the truth or not, that’s another question.

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