Euphoria-Help Wanted/Interest check

I have been working on an open world fantasy rpg that Id like to open up to everyone and see if anyone is interested or want to help me get it going. Here is some lore on Euphoria.. If you are interested ill be making a discord so we can chat and discuss the rpg.

There will be npcs. Gods and Goddess's are all npc'ed, I had the royal family npc'ed but im willing to open them up to characters for others to play but they are pre-made.

So many races to choose from and there will be a storyline that we will be working off of. I have so much information delved onto this and hope some people will be interested. I have a whole google file that id be willing to share if people are interested in helping out. Message me on here or through IM if interested.


In Ancient times, there was a period of which great wonder prowled the earth, without sense of closure, defeat, weakness or seize. Though many more were without the sense of mortality in their lives, so great were these beings that even the Gods stopped to swallow their pride for just a moment in their presence, and wonder how these beings were able to be.

These were the Wyrms, or Dragons by the common tongue. These cascading creatures of beauty and perfection were the children of Alabaster himself, God of Luck, Chance, and Pride, whom in his decision to create the representation of himselfs as the other Gods did, was blinded by his own nature, and made beings far too able than any other in the known world.

This perfection was not without its price however, for Dragons were Immortal, unable to face destruction from their direct line to their Deity. One Dragon in particular, the first-born of Alabaster himself, proved too powerful for the rest of the world to face, and took advantage of this reality openly and with vilegance. The younger Wyrms did see this capability in their elder, and thus followed and mimicked without pause, conquering most of the known world without trouble, and forcing the mortal races below them into submission.

It was then that the Goddess of Generosity, Saffron, did offer a solution to her kin - One that was fair and just for all, seeing that if there was no other solution to be found, the world would surely be cast out of balance by these great and terrifying beasts.

“Let us make all our creations mortal.” She offered to the others. “Let no being stand too tall above another, that they might all have an equal chance at life, and that all that is good in the world be preserved.”

The idea came to a vote, and by majority, Generosity’s proposal did win out.

The Elves and the Fae, who had lived at the sidelines without a care to the rest of the world’s troubles, found themselves able to die and be destroyed, the Elves themselves no longer able to live past a single millenia.

The Dragons were made to no longer be completely impervious to the elements, weapons and time itself, the nature of Death made apparent to them, and thus the Wyrms fell back in their constant conquest, limiting themselves to much more humble levels of existence.

For the God’s direct children themselves, the horrors and creatures produced by their combined powers, they found themselves able to be sundered by the power of steel and magics; However, Umbris, who was in charge of Death and its domain, quickly rejected these beings back to the mortal plane to reform themselves, their divine touch too prominent for him to accent them into his ranks.

And so there was peace for a time, mortality made mostly equal for the life of the world.


((BDE = Before Dragon Evacuation.))


Euphoria was by far - nothing in comparison as it is today. No, over two-hundred years ago this kingdom used to be a small viking village on a cliff by the sea, that was constantly ransacked, burned, and destroyed by a dragon menace. This dragon became such a nuisance, that everyone in the tiny village of Krythne were in fact, known as dragonslayers in a placebo attempt to believe they could get rid of him. Those who weren’t were shunned from their society.

Though a small population that could barely fill a courthouse cannot take on such an ancient and powerful dragon forever - causing the prideful bunch to begin praying. They prayed to everyone that could hear, weeping to be noticed and saved from the powerful creature, and much to their joy and futuristic dismay, not only did one god hear, but all fourteen.

Yes, you heard me correctly. All fourteen gods had heard the prayers, and decided that in order to have better relations with the group of nomads, all of them began to do whatever they could to get rid of the scaly menace. This rigorous attempt for followers and attention suddenly became a huge godly competition, the gods themselves started to do whatever they could to win against the other - creating massive chaos to the world below.


That is, all except one.


The god of dreams, also known as the useless one - thought that all this fighting and comradery was fruitless. It was too much work and effort to stop a creature that could arguably be considered immortal itself, causing him to take a more…..lackadaisical approach.

Zephyr, which - is what he has been known as for the last millennia, chatted with his old friend the god of harvest, about creating a special seed. A seed that the plant itself was practically infectious - extremely difficult to get rid of when planted, bred numerously, and was adaptable and durable during all times of seasons and weather. The god of harvest agreed to the terms, though wasn’t too sure why his old friend would want something so bothersome - as he gave Zephyr a tiny seed pod, telling him to be careful.

Now, Zephyr was known as many things - though one of those things, was not stupid. Gently cupping the seed in his palm, he blew upon it, before descending down from the heavens, reaching the huge valley that was a little aways from the village, and gently planted the seed before going back to his godly home.

Then within a fortnight, tiny little spurts had started to grow - curling high and swaying too and fro like cornstalks, though the little heads of the plants fluffed up and out like little pinkish-purplish willow trees.

Every god laughed.

“Do you really think miles of your flora can stop a dragon?” The god of war snickered to the god of dreams, though he had no answer. He didn’t need one.

The first night, they deemed it a coincidence.

The second night, they became curious.

The third night, they believed it was ridiculous.






After forty nights had passed, the gods had finally asked Zephyr, just what exactly had he created, in which all he could do was smile - with his ukulele in-hand.


“Dragon’s Bane.” was his answer, as he strummed his instrument in glee.




and that, my dear reader, is the small event that made the small village of Krythne, soon grow into the city amongst legends.



And then the Spider King attacked.



-- Eiliria Ariist, Scholar and Librarian of The Euphorium.