This is an MMO Server written in Erlang, for a game called Lyceum.
Currently it is very simple:
nix develop --impure
rebar3 get-deps
rebar3 shellThen simply interact with localhost:8080.
In the dawn of ages, a solitary tower rose at the very heart of creation. Its heights soared beyond measure, each stone wrought by the hand of Adraman. Within its lofty chambers, knights slumbered in homage to their lord, their dreams steeped in profound reverence.
Adraman, the architect of realms unseen, fashioned each brick with meticulous care, imbuing them with the essence of creation itself. The tower stood as a beacon in the void, a testament to Adraman’s craft and vision.
Yet one knight, restless and wide awake amidst the collective slumber, was drawn by the haunting whispers of the wind. Captivated by the unseen melodies that danced upon the breeze, he cast himself from the tower’s precipice. As he plummeted, his trumpet echoed through the realms five times, a clarion call that shattered the tranquility of ages past.
The reverberations of the trumpet stirred the knights from their deep repose, igniting a tumultuous awakening. With swords unsheathed and hearts ablaze, they clashed in a thunderous symphony of war, each seeking to claim dominance over the waking realm.
In the aftermath of countless battles, only one knight remained standing amidst the echoes of strife. His valor and defiance marked him as both hero and pariah, banished to the realm of the lowly ones where he ascended to rule over the twin cities of Tlova.
To reclaim the lost harmony and seek redemption in Adraman’s eyes, the Lyceum arose—a monumental testament to humanity’s quest to bridge the chasm between the heavens and the mortal realm.
Now far from the tower, a new era dawns as humanity’s torch flickers into darkness, its once radiant light dimming against the encroaching shadows. With trepidation etched upon their faces, barbarian tribes lay claim to the northern realms, and their conquests marking a steady advance southward. Meanwhile, corruption festers within the Cities’ beating heart, severing its ancient ties to the source of all creation.
In the fading twilight of their former glory, the heavens whisper of impending change, and the lands tremble beneath the weight of uncertainty. As the Cities now struggle to stem the tide of internal decay and external aggression, the balance of power shifts perilously, casting doubt upon the fate of civilizations wrought by the hands of gods and men alike.