The fantasy realm. Once beautiful. Modern. Even reaching beyond magic and having some insanely good technological advancements after a war that, though started by the Elves and Orcs (go figure) almost destroyed, well... everything. Creating new things, ways to communicate overs many miles without magic or waiting months, electricity, devices that made the kings and queens of old look like... idiots, honestly. As time passed it went from being normal to find an Orc as a warrior to your local Orcish lady offering a smile and a friendly greeting as she typed away on her computer in the office. But...

Something happened. Wether by fault of those who inhabit the realms or the gods a disease broke out. One that withered and angered. Who turn the dead into cannibals. The governments called it the Blue Sickness due to how it made those affected by it grow a blue skin tone before succumbing to their affliction. Attempts were made, but considering the raw, unused power of the realm's inhabitants, untapped into for milenia, suddenly was being thrown in full force at those who still stood.

One thing was clear, wether this was made in some damn lab, discovered in some far off cave and reached civilization or was sent as punishment by the divine it was clear survival was temporary. Walls were constructed. Zones known as the Untainted Sanctuaries were made, places designed to protect its inhabitants. Give sanctuary. Though it was rare people would be let in from outside. Usually because Untainted Sanctuaries had strict code, to the point they made enough food to last every person, no more. No less. And usually filthy wastelanders were a net negative, considering most were considered savages. Simple survivors.

But now that you've got your backstory, go ahead. Begin your journey. Create your scenario. Begin this RP. Remember this...

YOUR FATE IS BASED ON YOUR DECISIONS. GOOD LUCK. HAVE FUN. LIVE AS LONG AS YOU CAN.