The last great bastion of civilization — that’s Bastiona. When the forces of Malor, the Dark Lord, overwhelmed the forces of the Light’s Alliance, the gracious Queen Alana begged the gods for help. The god Saria answered, and raised Queen Alana’s capital from the very earth, transporting it somewhere else — someplace completely different. This was three days ago. Now, on this completely new place, cut off from any of the structures they used to have, the most important factions of the city are clashing: hoping that they’ll manage to reach the top.

– Optional quest system with combat and exploration
– No word count
– LGBT-friendly
– Once a month post requirement

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Quenquerre is the capital of Oriel, an empire established thousands of years ago by supernatural interlopers who call themselves thaumaturges. No one knows where they came from, not even the thaumaturges themselves. Nor does anyone remember a time when the native human population did not live either under their thumb or, at the outskirts of Oriel’s holdings, in fear of encroaching colonization.

But the empire is waning. Slowly, the spirits of magic are fading, either dying out or going somewhere else. Other forces press in at its edges, and unrest simmers. It’s a time of great turmoil and social — as well as technological — change.

For the ruling thaumaturges, this brings unrest and uncertainty. Will they be able to hold onto their dominance? For the humans of Oriel, this brings opportunity and uncertainty in equal measure. What does a future look like free from thaumaturge rule after all this time?

Four Playable Character Classes

Will you play a human or a thaumaturge? Or an obliviate, those thaumaturges whose bodies reject symbiotes, leaving them incapable of magic and prone to dangerous side-effects? Or a maledict, a life cursed — or blessed — to “steal” the life of someone else?

A creative magic system.

Everything in the world, including living things, is made up of spirits. Thaumaturges literally ingest these spirits, taking them on as symbiotes and using them to command other spirits. Humans, who see this as abominable, have their own ancient tradition of magic instead.

No activity checks or word count!

Our priority is on ensuring everyone is having a good time, at whatever pace and length suits the writers involved. Whether that’s 1+ per character per day or 1+ per month, as long as everyone in the thread is happy, so are we. 

Collaborative Writing-Focused

If you happen to want some randomness or external motivation, or want a mod to take on some NPCs in your thread, you have options, and you’re welcome to organize something yourself. But whatever you want, if you want a storytelling “sandbox”, you’re in the right place; there’s only as much structure as you want there to be.

Magic is dying, and the powers of Atleos are in flux.
Cracks are beginning to show in the mage utopia of Versimer, all the while natural disasters have begun rip through the plains of Dharti Maa. Meanwhile, on the island of Aster, a returned prince has come to reclaim his throne. With adventurers clubs, magical artifacts hidden in the ground, and a scheme around every corner, AWW is a home for your characters to wander.

All Who Wander is a 21+, mid-fantasy play-by-post roleplay. We are a semi-private site, but we encourage anyone who is interested to check out our newbie guide or join our Discord to see if AWW is the right fit for you.

Welcome to Mortalum, a world with a dark and mysterious past. Six hundred years ago, according to the the holy tablet of the high archon, the world was in chaos. A bitter war of epic proportions threatened to end all life. The Lich King and his armies swarmed across the world. But in our darkest hour, the mortal god ascended from amongst his people. Uniting the many races of the land under one banner. Ever since, the kingdom continues to guard against the ever present threat of war. Many centuries later and the realm finds itself on the edge of civil war. A conflict that threatens to destroy what little unity remains. Bandits threaten travelers on the road, piracy consumes the seas and monsters infest the land. But a darker threat arises in secret, a shadow beneath us all.

Aurea, a land crafted so delicately and dutifully by her Gods, has thrived for over a millennia with only the slightest bit of strife. Civilizations blossomed, harvests cultivated, and stories of heroes were told to any who would listen. And yet, as the seasons seem to pass, strife has taken hold. Prayers go unanswered, ailments unhealed. The heart of Fairdenn, Aurea’s trading continent, has fallen victim to the assaults of outlaws and bandits harassing its busiest routes, and the curious seasonal bonfires that keep appearing seem to coincide with the cities’ populace going missing. Magic, gifted freely, has gone without a price being paid. While there are those that preach this terror from the rooftops, it seems that Aurea has been abandoned by her creators. What will happen to this land? Only time can tell.

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Politics & Court Intrigue | Active Discord | PoC Canons & Originals Open | LGBTQIA+ & Newcomer Friendly Community

The decades-long Peloponnesian war is over and Sparta reigns supreme. Now a new monarchy in Attica must pick up the broken pieces of the war-torn peninsula and shape it to the future. But just because the war is over doesn’t mean that battles on the home front do not rage on. Tyranny and Democracy war for supremacy in Athens while Sparta contends with helots and pride from within.