Hello! Kingdom Hearts: Divided Sky is a roleplay server being built up by a small team looking for active, consistent writers who are willing to join us on this adventure. The story is being rewritten for this roleplay in terms of canon plot, so it is absolutely **not canon-compliant**.

This takes place in a universe separate from the canon when the events that happened do not occur, as it is a unique story altogether. You will be picking between to factions in the midst of a war between the two, or Light and Darkness. If you're interested, feel free to click the Discord link and join us! A more descriptive Lore Primer giving a rundown of the themes and ideals of each faction are inside our Discord as well if you would like more information.

Summary:

Light-Side

Otiona was founded a millennium ago and stands as a beacon of light for all that passes it. From the off-shore islands that glow of ancient magical barriers crafted by its ancestors to the humming of spell-casted flames that comes off of every illumination of light, Otiona stands as an unstoppable force. The seaside city, night or dark, is always illuminated in beautiful golds and silvers, the gold plating embedded in most of the framework of the buildings only further reflected the aura of pride outwards. As the mantle of leadership is passed down, Eridanus, the current leader of the Union, stands tall as its commander in chief; protecting the crystal that shrouds the city in protection and safety with a fiery determination that only confidence and years of training could give. With her currently at the helm of the faction, the one clear mission the Union has is simple: eradicate the darkness, and restore the worlds to the light as always intended to be.

Dark-Side

Araphel is a mysterious, formerly derelict city currently under the jurisdiction of Algos, the leader of the Nightwings, who managed to reactivate the city's ancient systems. The city is veiled in black under eternal midnight, it's buildings radiating artificial light which juxtaposes against its dark colors, only further adding to its confounding and elusive nature. Nobody really knows how old Araphel is, or which mind was responsible for a creation this otherworldly. One thing is certain, however; it is a place where light holds no authority, where no zealots will hold any power, and where the glaring, scorching false brightness of the Union will flicker out once and for all.