History of Kotoll
Where We Started
Year Zero
It all started with the end.
Centuries and centuries ago, when the dust had settled, when life had started once again in the remains of the previous world, the world was taken over again. Vagabonds roamed where people had begun to rebuild their lives, starting over and learning the new land and mutated creatures. Arguments and fights began to the point where the varying groups of wanderers slipped further and further away from one another.
It would take years before they began to rebuild into their once great status as a civilization, a shorter time to forget their previous conflicts. Technology had been recovered, restarted again over the rubble of the previous lives their circumstances had brought. And while it’s nowhere near where it had been before the final days, advancements continue to make breakthroughs.
The vagabonds became continents in this new world. They spread, started their own lives, started their own ways of moving on from making the best of it with one another, into actual hierarchies of power. They believed that at the end of the day, people needed to be ruled over for the most production, to return to the once great lives their families that had survived the Last Days had spoken of.
At this time, those tales had become folklores, history only found when digging deep enough to find the treasure troves. Some of it has been kept hidden away from the general public, some of it revealed.
Eventually, the continents began to speak to one another again, to start trading with one another and working to better themselves as a whole, all while still believing themselves to be the superior of the rest.
Some continents started to believe that more intimately than others, even amongst their own people. Kotoll is the one that’s taken it to heart – with true descendants from the original bloodline of the Kusund family that had made it through the Last Days. This group of people had been bloodthirsty, set in their ways, traditional. They had gathered a few other houses that shared similar views to encourage their departure for their own fresh start, and it’s how this corrupt country was founded.
Eventually, it became split up into six states within the country, each with their own difficulties and connections to one another.
Where We Are Now
Year 1245
The story begins with Unk’Kotoll. This is where the Kusund descendants reside, it’s the heart of strength in the country. It’s also the province with the harshest laws, with the iron fist that chokes the land in such a way that the state itself is harsh and unwelcoming, as if the earth itself wasn’t still trying to heal itself.
Ok’Kotoll in and of itself is the heart of the state, a space where there’s the harshest divide between the poor and the rich, where the Aristocrats decided to separate themselves even more from the rest. Tired of living amongst what they perceived to be the weaker of their peers as well as the constant floods they’d perceived as bad omens, the Aristocrats with the help of the Old Families set out to literally build on top of the city they had created centuries before.
Plates were created with reservoirs to sustain the top half where the Aristocracy thrives closer to their Saints, putting them on a pedestal far above the rest of their kind, leaving what is now called the Drench to suffer beneath them. It splits their city in half, a dark divide between the sun and darkness beneath the plates.
It’s where our story starts - years after the Plates were created, with tension rising beneath them in waves not unlike the floods that ravage the Drench. The Drenchers (a slang term for the Proletariats that live within the Drench), rightfully tired of being ruled over by those that are so out of touch with their way of living (as well as literally building over them), want to fight back. The Aristocracy, hating change more than their hatred of the Drenchers, fighting them back to retain their way of life.
Rumor has it a resistance is building beneath the Plates, but will it be enough to topple the topside?
Enough infighting has occurred that the Enforcers and Military from above have enacted a lockdown, trapping visitors from other states within the borders of Ok’kotoll, grounding flights and blocking the main roads out of the state with even more checkpoints and a heavier hand when dealing with what topside views as criminals. It has placed a choke hold on the state, preventing most of the economy from continuing with the exception of a few hush-hush arrivals in the dead of night.
