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Harley World
place for harley riders
Noxtara
The sky is dead. The world chokes on haze. And you're either modified, or you're dead. Centuries after the Steel Uprising, the machines we built to save us turned on us—and left the planet worse than what they were programmed to prevent. Cities burned. Skies blackened. Humanity shattered. In the aftermath, biotech meant to heal instead rewrote us. Genes fused with code. Bodies shifted, twisted, and spliced—some by choice, many not. Cancer is the least of your worries now. No one is fully human anymore. Flesh is fluid. Identity is optional. Survival is everything. The World -Augmentation is essential. Every known survivor is part machine, part animal, part something else. -Factions rule the ruins—gene-hacked packs, syndicates, cults, and rogue AI collectives in endless cycles of betrayal and uneasy alliance. -The old AIs remain—some hunted, some worshipped, some forgotten. Their minds hold secrets of a past long forgotten. -The Shroud blankets the planet—a thick atmospheric haze. Sunlight is myth. Cities glow from synthetic light and neon bioluminescence. -Corporations own the last standing cities, waging proxy wars through flesh and steel. You’re just a weapon in waiting.
Malkadath
My main world.
Elarion
A fractured continent floating in the skies, where islands drift above a luminous ocean of raw magic called The Veil. Gravity is light and unpredictable, and airships, wind-riders, and flying beasts rule the skies. Elarion was once whole—a vast land where mortals and gods coexisted. But during the Sundering War, a cataclysmic clash between the Skyborn gods and the Starfallen exiles shattered the land, lifting its fragments into the heavens. Now, each sky-isle guards ancient secrets and lost magic.