Post by Lifon on Feb 9, 2009 15:46:39 GMT -5
Here's yet another RP! I made this one awhile ago and it went pretty well on another board. Now that I know all RPs here don't have to be in the Charbyverse... I thought I might as well see how this one would turn out here! Once again, it's open 'fer anyone...
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Avalon. It was a land of much beauty, full of lush forests, beautiful rivers, bordered on the eastern, southern, and western sides by the Vaorian Ocean. In the north stood a great, large forest that stretched on seemingly infinitely, no mortal had ever reached the end of it. Great, tall mountains bordered the edge of the forest, with sparkling white peaks. Still, despite all its beauty, it was never perfect. It was the home of several races: the hardy dwarves, the adaptable humans, several types of fae, and many more. But unfortunately, the diversity of Avalon's population often broke out in wars that could easily last several years. Wars among the species of long-lived Fae, while infrequent, had been known to last several decades! Eventually the races retreated to separate parts of Avalon, setting up five separate countries. The dwarves took to the mountains, creating what they called Fa'Rolian. In the Laraon Forest, located in the eastern part of Avalon, a mix of several races created the Kingdom of Hashtan. The people of Hashan quickly became a nation of Druids, Shamans, and other professions dealing with nature due to Hashan's location. The western coast was quickly built into the country of Jadorus, which became a great exporter of fish and seafood. The remaining chunk of land south of the mountains was inhabited by a mixture of races. It was an area with both grasslands and woods, with an area quite large in size. The Kingdom of Shallira rose, focusing on the pursuit of both justice, and enforcing that justice with military strength. Farther north, past the mountains, several Fae took up residence within the Great Forest, creating the largest of all communities. The Fae that lived there never let visitors inside, and never crossed the border. Until something forced them out of their home.
This new division of the land did not stop war, not at all, but it made it a bit more organized. The countries fought over resources and land constantly. Treaties were made, were broken, and were reinstated repeatedly. Eventually, though, something made them join together. A fearful thing.
They called it "The Contagion." It was a mysterious thing, that came from the far north. No one knew its origin, or its purpose, but they know what it did. It destroyed. In a few days, several miles of Forest had been completely devoured by it. The woods changed, twisting and darkening. The Fae were the first to encounter it. They were curious at first, it was a new brand of forest to them. They pondered it, ripe with curiousity... until the second they crossed the line from their beautiful, lush land into the dark, gloomy forest the Contagion had left. Immediately a feeling of despair and torment rushed through them. The Druids connected to the trees on a spiritual level, to see what they were feeling. Some of Druids dropped dead on the spot. Others became insane from the contact. The few that survived reported that the trees were in an immense, powerful pain. Though the Druids tried, they could not seem to cleanse the land of this strange disease. The Fae were worried about it, but knowledge is power, so they decided to explore deeper into it. Several search teams were sent. Few came back alive. The few told of strange, evil beasts that roamed the forest, demons, they called them. The Fae tried desperately to rid of the land of this strange intruder. But it was to no avail. Soon, they gave up, deciding not to do anything for the moment. Then they noticed something else about it. It grew. Overnight it spread, some villages were engulfed by it, the residents never found. The Fae retreated to the outer regions of the Great Forest, trying desperately to find a cure for the disease that was spreading across the land. Then they came.
The Tainted, they were often called. They came in many shapes and sizes, often looking human in their form. Their skin was a pasty gray, their demonic red eyes glowing in the night. They were often tall and thin, some looking as if they were walking corpses. Several had claws, or great demonic wings spreading out of their backs. Some acted more as beasts than sentient beings, ripping apart anything that got in their way with tooth and claw. They began to invade the Fae's territory ahead of the slower movement of the Contagion, taking over several villages by sheer might. They began to raise black towers, creating a city of sorts. Over time they built several, sending the Fae running into the mountains. The Fae weren't usually on good terms with the dwarves, but the urgent news the Fae gave the dwarves was enough to convince them to coincide peacefully, for the time being. Soon, the Contagion spread over the mountains, turning them into ominous black peaks that pierced the sky, ever-surrounded by twisting forces of dark magic. The dwarves and Fae retreated, the Fae to Hashan, the dwarves to the southern mountains, which were not as large or magnificient as their old home.
Now, everybody knew about it. All differences were shoved aside, grudgingly, as the countries banned together to find a way to stop this madness. It took intensive study, but Shallira eventually found that the Contagion had a negative response to any sort of Light magic. Eventually it was discovered that if a user of Light magic, such as a Priest or Paladin, focused their magic into the ground, the Contagion would shrink away from it. Users of Light magic began to be trained everywhere, beginning to push the Contagion back. It went quickly at first, until the Tainted showed up to defend it. While they were strong enough outside of the Contagion, while in it they were even more powerful. Regardless, even with their efforts, the Contagion had halted its rapid movement, seeming unsure of whether to continue as it was constantly pounded with Light magics wherever Avalon's people could get around the Tainted forces. Then, as if it was as living being, it stopped growing, realizing that if it went too far, it would experience pain. The world was contented, for the moment. It would at least give them time to think about a better way to exterminate it. The Tainted, on the other hand, would not stand for it. War began. The sides were clear-cut: The Tainted vs. the rest of the world. Winner survived and took Avalon, the loser was destroyed.
***Rules***
-You can pretty much be any race you can think of, go ahead and stick it in!
-You may indeed be the Tainted if you wish. The Tainted, while more sadistic and beastly than the average person, are capable of conversation and do many of things you might do, such as talk, exercise, and even enjoy a walk through their Contagion. It should be noted that the Tainted government is run strictly by brute force, and is very chaotic at best. They see the Contagion as a beautiful thing, the source of their life, and they wish to help it spread.
-As for the demons the Contagion creates within it, be creative! I didn't elaborate on this on purpose, go ahead and think of the wierdest and creepiest creatures you can think of! Nil, even zombies could be put in this!
-This is a fantasy-based world, no modern-day/futuristic technology.
-All types of magic are open. Once again, be creative!
And that's all I can think of... so... have at it!
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Litor looked out to the north cautiously, looking for any sign that his squad was nearing the dreaded Contagion. He was part of a patrol, sent out ahead of a larger force. They were trudging through the Etherwilde Forest currently, trying to see if the Shallirian army was nearing their target. Litor's hands itched, ready to draw the swords within the scabbards on his back in a moment. The Tainted always struck quick and viciously, before their victims could realise what was going on.
Litor was wearing standard armor for a Paladin of the Shallirian army, gold and white with a phoenix, the symbol of Shallira, on the chest. He was rather tall for a human, standing at about six feet in height. He ran a gauntletted hand through his brown hair, cut in the high n' tight style as his squad of five trudged through the wilderness. His emerald green eyes darted back and forth, expecting something to rush out of the trees at them any moment.
His squad continued through the forest, remaining alert for anything. "The Contagion shouldn't be too much farther out," said Stryxx, his squad leader. "After we see it, we report back to camp." They all nodded. Litor hoped it would be a little more exciting than that, personally...
---
Avalon. It was a land of much beauty, full of lush forests, beautiful rivers, bordered on the eastern, southern, and western sides by the Vaorian Ocean. In the north stood a great, large forest that stretched on seemingly infinitely, no mortal had ever reached the end of it. Great, tall mountains bordered the edge of the forest, with sparkling white peaks. Still, despite all its beauty, it was never perfect. It was the home of several races: the hardy dwarves, the adaptable humans, several types of fae, and many more. But unfortunately, the diversity of Avalon's population often broke out in wars that could easily last several years. Wars among the species of long-lived Fae, while infrequent, had been known to last several decades! Eventually the races retreated to separate parts of Avalon, setting up five separate countries. The dwarves took to the mountains, creating what they called Fa'Rolian. In the Laraon Forest, located in the eastern part of Avalon, a mix of several races created the Kingdom of Hashtan. The people of Hashan quickly became a nation of Druids, Shamans, and other professions dealing with nature due to Hashan's location. The western coast was quickly built into the country of Jadorus, which became a great exporter of fish and seafood. The remaining chunk of land south of the mountains was inhabited by a mixture of races. It was an area with both grasslands and woods, with an area quite large in size. The Kingdom of Shallira rose, focusing on the pursuit of both justice, and enforcing that justice with military strength. Farther north, past the mountains, several Fae took up residence within the Great Forest, creating the largest of all communities. The Fae that lived there never let visitors inside, and never crossed the border. Until something forced them out of their home.
This new division of the land did not stop war, not at all, but it made it a bit more organized. The countries fought over resources and land constantly. Treaties were made, were broken, and were reinstated repeatedly. Eventually, though, something made them join together. A fearful thing.
They called it "The Contagion." It was a mysterious thing, that came from the far north. No one knew its origin, or its purpose, but they know what it did. It destroyed. In a few days, several miles of Forest had been completely devoured by it. The woods changed, twisting and darkening. The Fae were the first to encounter it. They were curious at first, it was a new brand of forest to them. They pondered it, ripe with curiousity... until the second they crossed the line from their beautiful, lush land into the dark, gloomy forest the Contagion had left. Immediately a feeling of despair and torment rushed through them. The Druids connected to the trees on a spiritual level, to see what they were feeling. Some of Druids dropped dead on the spot. Others became insane from the contact. The few that survived reported that the trees were in an immense, powerful pain. Though the Druids tried, they could not seem to cleanse the land of this strange disease. The Fae were worried about it, but knowledge is power, so they decided to explore deeper into it. Several search teams were sent. Few came back alive. The few told of strange, evil beasts that roamed the forest, demons, they called them. The Fae tried desperately to rid of the land of this strange intruder. But it was to no avail. Soon, they gave up, deciding not to do anything for the moment. Then they noticed something else about it. It grew. Overnight it spread, some villages were engulfed by it, the residents never found. The Fae retreated to the outer regions of the Great Forest, trying desperately to find a cure for the disease that was spreading across the land. Then they came.
The Tainted, they were often called. They came in many shapes and sizes, often looking human in their form. Their skin was a pasty gray, their demonic red eyes glowing in the night. They were often tall and thin, some looking as if they were walking corpses. Several had claws, or great demonic wings spreading out of their backs. Some acted more as beasts than sentient beings, ripping apart anything that got in their way with tooth and claw. They began to invade the Fae's territory ahead of the slower movement of the Contagion, taking over several villages by sheer might. They began to raise black towers, creating a city of sorts. Over time they built several, sending the Fae running into the mountains. The Fae weren't usually on good terms with the dwarves, but the urgent news the Fae gave the dwarves was enough to convince them to coincide peacefully, for the time being. Soon, the Contagion spread over the mountains, turning them into ominous black peaks that pierced the sky, ever-surrounded by twisting forces of dark magic. The dwarves and Fae retreated, the Fae to Hashan, the dwarves to the southern mountains, which were not as large or magnificient as their old home.
Now, everybody knew about it. All differences were shoved aside, grudgingly, as the countries banned together to find a way to stop this madness. It took intensive study, but Shallira eventually found that the Contagion had a negative response to any sort of Light magic. Eventually it was discovered that if a user of Light magic, such as a Priest or Paladin, focused their magic into the ground, the Contagion would shrink away from it. Users of Light magic began to be trained everywhere, beginning to push the Contagion back. It went quickly at first, until the Tainted showed up to defend it. While they were strong enough outside of the Contagion, while in it they were even more powerful. Regardless, even with their efforts, the Contagion had halted its rapid movement, seeming unsure of whether to continue as it was constantly pounded with Light magics wherever Avalon's people could get around the Tainted forces. Then, as if it was as living being, it stopped growing, realizing that if it went too far, it would experience pain. The world was contented, for the moment. It would at least give them time to think about a better way to exterminate it. The Tainted, on the other hand, would not stand for it. War began. The sides were clear-cut: The Tainted vs. the rest of the world. Winner survived and took Avalon, the loser was destroyed.
***Rules***
-You can pretty much be any race you can think of, go ahead and stick it in!
-You may indeed be the Tainted if you wish. The Tainted, while more sadistic and beastly than the average person, are capable of conversation and do many of things you might do, such as talk, exercise, and even enjoy a walk through their Contagion. It should be noted that the Tainted government is run strictly by brute force, and is very chaotic at best. They see the Contagion as a beautiful thing, the source of their life, and they wish to help it spread.
-As for the demons the Contagion creates within it, be creative! I didn't elaborate on this on purpose, go ahead and think of the wierdest and creepiest creatures you can think of! Nil, even zombies could be put in this!
-This is a fantasy-based world, no modern-day/futuristic technology.
-All types of magic are open. Once again, be creative!
And that's all I can think of... so... have at it!
-----
Litor looked out to the north cautiously, looking for any sign that his squad was nearing the dreaded Contagion. He was part of a patrol, sent out ahead of a larger force. They were trudging through the Etherwilde Forest currently, trying to see if the Shallirian army was nearing their target. Litor's hands itched, ready to draw the swords within the scabbards on his back in a moment. The Tainted always struck quick and viciously, before their victims could realise what was going on.
Litor was wearing standard armor for a Paladin of the Shallirian army, gold and white with a phoenix, the symbol of Shallira, on the chest. He was rather tall for a human, standing at about six feet in height. He ran a gauntletted hand through his brown hair, cut in the high n' tight style as his squad of five trudged through the wilderness. His emerald green eyes darted back and forth, expecting something to rush out of the trees at them any moment.
His squad continued through the forest, remaining alert for anything. "The Contagion shouldn't be too much farther out," said Stryxx, his squad leader. "After we see it, we report back to camp." They all nodded. Litor hoped it would be a little more exciting than that, personally...