"Where.... Where am i...?"

"You're in a safe place. You washed up on our shores..."

"Everything hurts..."

"But of course- you were badly hurt when we found you..."

"Oh... guess that does explain it... can you answer one question for me...?"

"What is it?"










Who am I?









        Soft scat singing fill the kitchen of a small seaside shack; smoke rising up out of a chimney, joining the smoke of others as it did. This was not the only shack on the beach, as dozens more lined the sands; all were made out of a type of coral; sturdy enough to survive storms, fashioned to serve as homes. The owner of the scating voice was busy, finishing up a big breakfast as she washed the myriad of dishes she had used. She was going to have a long day ahead of her and needed a hearty meal.

        The rising sunlight reflected off her vibrant and dazzling red hair, making her appear as if she was a demon with a head of fire. The muscles on her arms and legs were larger then any normal woman's, and her midriff has the faint outline of abs that were once there, but not anymore. A faded scar rested under her left eye, almost going deep enough to cut the tear duct. Claw and sword marks covered her body, with several stab wounds along her abdomen. 

        A knock came from her door, catching her attention. "I'll be there in a second." She called out. Even her voice exuded a rough and rugged voice, yet it felt kind and warm and gentle. She put the last plate in the tray to dry and went to grab her robes off the coat rack. As she grabbed it, several images flashed through her mind, making her hold her head and lean against the wall for a brief moment. 

        She saw spinning blades, roaring monsters attacking her, the flash of a long blade, and soft cyan-colored hair. She they saw one of those spinning blades clash with another and moved to deflect crossbow bolts.

        More knocking came, sending the images away. "Karen, hurry up. We'll be late for Mass if we don't hustle; you know Father Abbot will send us on a errand half-way upspin if we are."

        "Y... yeah, I know." She shook her head and walked to the door. "i'll be right there." She said as she put on her robes. She grabbed the handle and pushed it open.



          What makes a world a world?

          Is it the elements that comprise it? The mighty primal elements of fire, water, air, and earth? Or is it the more spiritual elements of heart and soul? Or is it the people that inhabit it, those of many different sizes, shapes, and creeds that make a world what it is?

          Whatever it is that makes a world a world, I think you can all agree that in all outward apperances, this one is a… a bit messed up.

          Far off in the far reaches of spaces floats a… interesting world called Abyss, its true name forgotten long ago; a planet divided among 5 powerful races: The Humans, The Tanguins- powerful gryphon’s who live high in the skies and whose feathers can be as sharp as steel, the Zukuz- a race similar to humans but differ in the fact they have tails and ears, the most common of which are of the feline persuasion though there are others, The Angons- anthropomorphic dragons known for their blacksmithing and housing strength that can cleave a ship in two with ease, and the Equines- powerful steeds with a personal beef with the Angons and whose advances in technology allow for prosthetics on their chests, giving them ‘arms’.

          For thousands of years, each race has been at each other’s throats, struggling to live in peace while harboring strong grudges. One day, the peace shattered and war broke out between the races, causing chaos and desolation on a planetary scale.

          But then…. something truly strange happened. Nobody knows how or why it happened, but it did.

          A powerful distortion in space ravaged Abyss, causing some truly bizarre changes. Landmasses were stretched out to the point where they split, created large canyons where there weren’t. Gravity has been heavily distorted, creating zones of heavy gravity in some places, where it feels like you have a building on your back, and zones where there is little to no gravity, leading to jumps that go dozens of feet high and where something that is 5 tons is as light as a feather. The oceans and lakes, while not the most changed, had one particular effect from this change, leading to ‘rings’ of water that circled the new planet like one of those magic trick rings. The one thing that hasn't changed was the orbit-- 365 days a year and all that good jazz. But the inner ring rarely receives sunlight thanks to the spin and the outer ring receives constant. It's easy to tell summer from winter here.

        In the end, Abyss had been forever changed by a event nobody knows the cause. The once spherical world had been changed in shape, turning it into a Toroid world, a very rare but possible style of planet in the shape of a donut or a hoop. In the center of the ‘donut hole’ rested a temple of magnificent gothic design. However, that is all the people have been able to learn about it. Nobody knows how to get there- it’s in the middle of the planet's new hole. All they can do is observe it and theorize that is where the strange distortion happened. The fact the temple is there in the first place suggests it had something to do with it, but it's a moot point if nobody can get to it.

        When the planet had changed shape in the most violent of ways, the races vowed to work together to try and survive this strange new world they now had to call home.

        It has been 700 years since then… and while it was hard to survive, what with wild weather, constant quakes, mutated monsters, and harsh gravity at the poles, they have indeed survived. Future generations have been able to adapt to the changes caused by the anomaly, allowing them to live on this strange donut-shaped world. In this new and strange time, the races have been able to advance to adapt to this harsh land. 

          But just like before, things have a habit of changing.