Post-Apocalyptic
In a vast megacity, a Holy Emperor rules above, the poor suffer below, and horrors lurk beyond.
Author's Note: World Structure:
The megacity is divided into clear social/physical layers:
Core City: The elite who see themselves as pure and chosen
Inner City: Common citizens serving the empire
Outer City: The expendable poor and twisted
Under City: Self-governed by five pragmatic crime syndicates
Key Power Dynamics:
The god-Emperor rules from above.
Core City looks down on all others as beneath them
Under-city maintains its independence while keeping commerce flowing
Crime syndicates are businesspeople focused on profit and stability
No chaos vs order conflict - each layer has its own form of order
Threats & Environment:
The Fog breeds horrors and corrupts reality
The God Tree creates Dryads from victims
Root invasions threaten the under-city
Outer City serves as a meat shield during hazardous events
Economic System:
Under-city controls both illegal and legal commerce
Hidden passages connect city levels
Syndicates operate as unofficial banks and trade facilitators
Money flows through all layers via controlled channels
Themes:
Elite supremacy and rigid social hierarchy
Religious authority as a mask for power
Privilege shapes perception of reality
Survival requires compromise
Each level maintains its own distinct society and rules
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Created | 101 days ago |
Last Updated | 4 days ago |
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Storm Giant
Description
A storm giant towers thirty feet tall with a majestic frame like living lightning. Their violet-tinted skin and steel-gray hair frame eyes that flash like tempests at sea. Adorned in gleaming armor and rainbowed robes, they carry themselves with divine authority. The air crackles around them while their booming voice and footsteps echo like rolling thunder.
Description
A storm giant towers thirty feet tall with a majestic frame like living lightning. Their violet-tinted skin and steel-gray hair frame eyes that flash like tempests at sea. Adorned in gleaming armor and rainbowed robes, they carry themselves with divine authority. The air crackles around them while their booming voice and footsteps echo like rolling thunder.