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 In View of Heaven, humanity in a dire world
So, I was referred here by a friend, I'd like to take another crack at rping. Here's a vague but dramatic pitch, with specific background to be revealed in an OOC thread. History began for us six hundred years ago. We came from out of the desert, led by mute fathers, and carrying knowledge not our own. We have conquered a quiet land, and warred amongst ourselves for the right to rule it, hemmed by things that consider us vermin. We live in mountains that are not stone, to hide from hateful suns. This land is Ilum, circled by seven suns. The city is Deepsol, the fortress we have found. We are Men, cast from our fathers, subjects to horrors, hated by our sons. Deepsol is the center of our world, the greatest of the found cities of men, capital of a decaying empire, so large as to be a land in itself, and the only city that reaches below Ilum to the cavernous underground. Its shape is a vast, hollow cone, capped by towers, all dull and ageless, invincible red metal, wrapped in crumbling stone. Tens of thousands live in its shadow, and in its cluttered bowels. Beneath it aches a people imprisoned, kept from the suns they call goddesses by shameless kings who own the pillar at Deepsol's center. And upon the roof of this city the true rulers dwell, fearsome creatures called Arachne, for whom this place is a distasteful stepping stone to a greater world. Nothing can be won here. Men will always be featureless vermin to their masters. Our kings exist at their sufferance, and so cannot be toppled. We are deaf to our gods, and they cannot hear our prayers. Why then do we still live? I would see our children freed. I would see every prison broken. I would slay our kings. Last edited by vorebane; 07-14-2009 at 09:06 PM.  |
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07-14-2009
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Got's my interest peeked.
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I'd certainly be interested in this - seems a grim and griity place. Somewhere between Tanith Lee's "The Storm Lord" and the rpg "Don't Rest Your Head".
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Very good im joining , is it Casual ?
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Hmm, was pondering joining this but it seems you've got a pretty decent sized cast going already. Good luck with it though.
__________________ “We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.” “Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?” "Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.” “Reality means you live until you die. The real truth is nobody wants reality” Quotations of Chuck Palahniuk "I believe in the cosmos. All of us are linked to the cosmos. So nature is my god. To me, nature is sacred. Trees are my temples and forests are my cathedrals." ~ Mikhail Gorbachev |
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