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==Clu2415's GURPS Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fantasy== | ==Clu2415's GURPS Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fantasy== | ||
| − | + | Thirty years ago, the Kodan invaded. We don’t know if they came from across the sea, from the stars above, or through a mystic portal, but they appeared in number and darkened any resistance. They had flying and crawling war machines and guns large and small that could fire faster than any crossbow or catapult. Our knights, longbows, and even wizards buckled before their forces. They broke any hint of resistance. We suffered under their heel for twenty years. | |
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| + | Then, they retreated south of here and built a wall behind them, a fence of dazzling green beams. The Kodan took most of their weapons and supplies, but left entire outposts, bases, and cities behind. Deserted. We don’t know why they left us alone, why they built their Frontier where they did. Did they find something they were looking for? Were they repelled by something they found? | ||
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| + | Bah. Those questions don’t help us survive in the here and now. We try to grow food in the soil they poisoned and try to find game animals the Kodan scared off. Our children are often born strange to our eyes, but this is a hard world to survive, and their gifts are useful. | ||
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| + | The harvest this year was meager. Winter is mild here, but it is cold enough we can’t grow another crop. We need our young, our able bodied, to search the ruins for tech we can barter to other communities for more food. | ||
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| + | Go out into the Ruins of McCleanburg. | ||
