Grief and Fury [Quote based Worldbuilding Game]

[Gaemnomut]

Quote based Worldbuilding-Game
I have had this idea stuck in my head for way too long now.
~So let's build another world.~​

The idea is this:
We are going to design a universe by layering in-universe quotes on top of each other, with one person writing something someone said or wrote in this world and the next providing context (who, when, why, ...) and the next quote.


Rules:
1. New content cannot contradict earlier/established content.
2. Anyone can join in whenever they want, as long as you follow the format.
3. First a person writes down a text, it can be anything from single sentence to grand speech or song, as long as it's not taken from somewhere. Author provides no context for this quote.
4. Next poster replies by adding who said the above quote and providing any additional context for it, then givng their own quote. And so on. Think of it as climatic fragments of fluff from a RPG book or quotes on M:tG cards.
5. Stick to the theme (see Important notice below).
6. Unlike one of my previous threads this is in the sfw section, so take care not to break forum rules by posting nsfw content.


The idea isn't mine, I found other such threads on other forums. You can check out the examples listed below so you can get an idea of what I'm aiming for.
An example from sb.
An example from sv.
My old thread on qq.



Important notice: Theme
I would like this world to be a dark fantasy world. Like a fantasy version of 40k.
Yes I know Warhammer exists, but I'm specifically aiming for the brand of grimdark apocalyptic dystopian darkness that is 40k.
Life is hard, unjust, and short. Death and corruption lurks in every shadow. Keeping the horrors at bay is a constant struggle.
While moments of levity or peace exist, desperation, sacrifice, and necessary evils are too common.
And yet, humanity clings on by tooth and nail, clawing their way through the abyss.



So with all that out of the way, I'll start:

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"Ylana and Sodal were the gods that created the world. Their very bodies formed it. Lika husband and wife they loved each other dearly, and their love and passion gave the world colour, beauty, and grace.
But Sodal died. Murdered by the darkness. His rotting corpse is home to its corruption now, and so our world has become grey and bleak, and full of evil.
Of Ylana the kind nothing is left but grief and fury. It is that grief you feel when you look upon the crawling wretches who embrace the darkness, and that fury you carry into battle to purge them from the world."

 

[Penwriter]

May want to put in a little warning this is in the SFW section, not the NSFW like prior one.

"Ylana and Sodal were the gods that created the world. Their very bodies formed it. Lika husband and wife they loved each other dearly, and their love and passion gave the world colour, beauty, and grace.
But Sodal died. Murdered by the darkness. His rotting corpse is home to its corruption now, and so our world has become grey and bleak, and full of evil.
Of Ylana the kind nothing is left but grief and fury. It is that grief you feel when you look upon the crawling wretches who embrace the darkness, and that fury you carry into battle to purge them from the world."

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-Scripture of the Order of Ylana, Tome of Justice. Opening text and founding lesson to new Justicars, despite mass controversy of increasing awareness of the Darkness at formative stage of their training.

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"When it was discovered that blasting powder could fuel a new kind of magic unto itself, it shook every cabal and coven and order. The simple ability to throw a lead ball further, faster, harder, directed by the will of the mind, seemed so simple at a glance. But those in the know and those that first witnessed it firsthand would be swift to realize it's potential course amidst the war against the Darkness.

And much like the first advent of human magic, every realm of demihume or nonhume that acknowledged this new power sentenced any human showing so much of a hint of powder-sense to death."

 

[Gaemnomut]

May want to put in a little warning this is in the SFW section, not the NSFW like prior one.

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good point, made a small addition to the opening post.

"When it was discovered that blasting powder could fuel a new kind of magic unto itself, it shook every cabal and coven and order. The simple ability to throw a lead ball further, faster, harder, directed by the will of the mind, seemed so simple at a glance. But those in the know and those that first witnessed it firsthand would be swift to realize it's potential course amidst the war against the Darkness.

And much like the first advent of human magic, every realm of demihume or nonhume that acknowledged this new power sentenced any human showing so much of a hint of powder-sense to death."

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- Excerpt from the introductionary chapter of the alchemists primer to ritualistic powder concecration by Valenhag Gorendis, Chief Alchemist of the Serentis Guild of Alchemists.

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"By the light, the tunnel leads to a whole nest of them! That's where they've all been disappearing too! It must be huge!"

 

[because_I_can]

"By the light, the tunnel leads to a whole nest of them! That's where they've all been disappearing too! It must be huge!"

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A worrying message found scrawled in the old drainage tunnels of an abandoned keep by investigators, what the message might be reffering to is still largely unknown.

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Dear diary,
The city is on fire again, to deal with the plague, again. Of course the plague was to deal with the rats, also Again. I'm starting to think that constant tide of verminous rats is not the result of the city driving off a witch.

Dear Diary,
I was fucking right. The "witch" was not a Darkness worshipping cultist, nor did she curse this rotting cesspool of a city. Indeed this wretched city is completely free of Corruption and the city has never been cursed (though somebody probably should )

Time to investigate

Dear Diary,
The banished witch is actually a saint. It might be time to burn this city; they might be untouched by the Corruption but they're still corrupt, just on a mortal level of rampant evil and abuse

Dear diary,
I was fucking wrong, there's nothing normal, or mortal about this fucked up shit. I just watched the city council gang-rape their daughters and use some seriously messed up magic to forcibly grow the embryos unlucky enough to be conceived to maturity by draining the unfortunate young mother of her vitality leaving only an emaciated corpse. Then they ritualisticly devoured the screaming babes alive

I will destroy these monsters so utterly there will be no memory or record of their existence

Dear Diary,
Saint Abigail and I burned the city to the ground and put all those horrific abominations to the sword. Felt good making the world a better place, not only did I get to witness a Miracle as Saint Abigail lead the innocent out of the city but I called upon one myself and brought Divine fire raining from the heavens. Saint Abigail decided to train me as her Paladin, and she got us these special gold rings so everyone knows we're together, and that "one speaks for the other" and there were a bunch of vows about working together and taking care of each other "in sickness,and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer or poorer. As long as we both shall live".

I didn't know the church had these sorts of requirements for Saints and Paladins, but I wasn't really involved with the faithful. I'm lucky to have Saint Abigail to help guide me

 

[Gaemnomut]

- Excerpts of the Diary of Jeremy Saradson, known as a Paladin of Saint Abigail.
The Diary was found on his corpse, after he valiantly led a group of men and women against a mob of villagers who accused Abigail of witchcraft. Acusations such as these would hound Abigail for a long time. She was named a spreader of plague, a fire devil, and a mistress of the dark arts who bewitched the minds of those she met.
The truth about her was never fully discovered, for she vanished the day Jeremy died and was never seen or heard of again.

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"Acolyte Valerie. As you don the armour of the sisterhood, reflect on the choices that have led you here and reaffirm your vows.

Acolyte Valerie. As you take up the arms of the sisterhood, remember your training and reaffirm your vows.

Acolyte Valerie. As you receive the blessing of our lady hold fast to your purpose and reaffirm your vows.

Thrice have you reaffirmd your vows, and thrice have you been heard. You are now a full member of the Sisterhood."