A Fallen World
This story begins in a time where peace reigns over war. Most nations are doing well with one another, despite the drama here and there. Nothing too big to fight over. The continent we begin on is called the Falamont Isles. Though it isn’t an island anymore, it’s still known as the main trading continent in the world. Water and canals run through almost every region, boats always sailing back and forth between destinations as they take cargo and merchandise from one area to another. The money is big in trading vessels and crafts.
The only downside to this world and Falamont specifically is that the people have become so disconnected from the gods that there is almost no prayer or hope in the lands to fight against the oncoming cataclysm. As is faith, magic is also becoming scare. Hardly anyone believes it exists or ever existed before. This world has been so far away from the other realms of existence that they have shut off any belief from anything other than what they see. No stories exist anymore; no tales or myths, only remembered history. Hardly even the Books of Record hold the people’s idea of truth anymore.
What this world needs are heroes. To bring back what has been lost and forgotten, to connect the windswept ways back into the unfaithful hearts of the people of their home. War may return to the land, peace may be destroyed, but it will be brought back tenfold.
(OOC: So, I say we start from the bottom up and build character as we write. I don’t particularly care for all the character sheet trouble, but if you have one and want to use it then be my guest. You can link it in the Interest Check or OOC I’ve made. Or have yet to make.
I think it would be cool to all start out in the same village, but you guys can decide what exactly you would like to do. Just let everyone know, if they need to know, in the OOC or Interest Check threads. Thanks again for joining me on this ride through our own creation.)
Terenis made his way silently across the wet corridor beneath the dripping halls of an old tavern called Wayplace. The tavern had been abandoned for years ever since the Grand Hall of Kalashan was built under the mayor Beren Gallonhorn. The mayor has decided a mere tavern wasn’t great enough for his “new” town, so he build the Grand Halls as a present to the people. Little did he know that this “Grand Hall” had put Terenis’s father out of work, cutting off all income for his family. Shortly after, his father passed away due to disease that his family couldn’t gather enough money to treat. From the age of twelve he began his new life on the streets, stealing, pick-pocketing, gambling, and anything else he could do to survive.
The corridors under Wayplace were dark, darker than anything Terenis had ever experienced; not to mention, it was quiet. His footsteps placed carefully, one foot after the other, starting from heel to toe with every step. His soft leather boots almost silently thudded down the long stretch of stone flooring. No sound could be hear other than the soft dripping of water somewhere off in the distance. He carefully moved around old crates of ale and wine. Memories washed over him from when he was young, having to hurry to the once brightly lit cellars for his father to retrieve a barrel or keg containing some sort of alcoholic beverage. A smile slit across his mouth, but vanished almost immediately.
A noise came from directly in front of him. He stopped mid-step and tensed, hand quickly checking for his dagger on the hidden sheath attached to his forearm. The corridors went quiet again. Looking around he could barely make out anything, even with his keen Elven-sight. Letting out what would have been a sigh, he continued to quietly pad along the cold graveyard of memories.
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Her heart was flying like a rabbit's and her breathing was fast and hard. Covering her mouth with her hand, the young woman pressed up against the wall as a tall man in the hallway paused. He had to have heard Rhyanedd's ragged breathing, but why was he down here? No one came down into the abandoned Wayplace tunnels anymore, they were dark and forbidding. Rumors flew of ancient horrors happening in the corridors, though none were true, they were just stories mothers told their children to keep them from trouble. The man was passing Rhyanedd now, and her heart picked up speed again, she feared he could hear her as the fugitive earth mage pressed tighter into the wall, praying she would not be caught down here. To be caught was certain death for a mage, magic had been long banned and longer forgotten by the fearful and close-minded peoples.
As Terenis made his careful way down the silent halls, a great fear began to present itself in his heart. Only the soft hissing of his hidden blade as he activated the spring and catch off and on gave him the courage to continue his journey. He strained his eyes to see through the impenetrable darkness, but nothing could be seen other than the outline of stone floors as he proceeded.
A quick hiss and then there was light. Standing in front of Terenis was a tall man cloaked fully in black robes with silver lining that glowed in the light. Terenis froze in fear; the light pulsing from a crystal upon the staff the man carried sent a cold radiance throughout his body. He squinted his eyes to get a better look at the figure. “Matrim.” He said, beginning to relax.
“So you’ve found me at last, old friend.” The mage said, his voice a harsh whisper.
Matrim... Rhyanedd thought, her eyes widening, he was a very powerful mage, far more powerful than Rhyan could ever hope to be. The young earth mage crouched in the darkness, hiding from the light given off by the older mage. Closer to the earth, Rhyan felt calmer as she touched the packed earth underneath the stones, the cool dirt warming under her hands. She knew Matrim had to know she was there, unless he was blocking her out. Closing her eyes, trying to be invisible, Rhyanedd listened to the conversation, wanting to know what they were talking about.
((here's what Rhyan looks like))
"Ashling!" A petite redheaded girl stopped her horse, looking behind her shoulder to see her father with a stern look on his face coming up behind her. If her father hadn't brought so many things in this wagon then the ox might have not needed to move so slow, and the two of them could have gotten to the town faster. Ashling, the girl with soul as bright and fiery as her hair, could not keep her excitement down as she saw the town ahead of her. The girl had grown quite tired from their travels- now looking paler than usual- but she pushed herself forward no matter how much her father tried to restrain her.
"Stupid girl, stay with me I told you!" Sighing Ashling pulled the green cloak tighter around her, keeping her eyes down at her reins as the horse moved close to the wagon. Her pale, icy blue eyes only glanced up now and again at her father, looking away each time he turned to look at her.
"Now, don't sulk..." clearing his throat, Ashling's father couldn't help but feel a tad guilty when his daughter gave such a look, but thankfully she seemed to brighten up on her own once they entered the town. With a new found amount of energy inside her, Ashling looked over at her father with such a longing look that her father understood. Sighing, he felt he owed her at least an hour or so.
"Okay, you may explore the city, but do not go too far. Don't talk to strangers, especially anyone who isn't human." Giving a sigh and a shake of her head, Ashling smiled anyways, running off to explore until she found something that sparked her curiosity. Looking around, seeing no one watching, Ashling jumped off her horse. The 5 foot girl smiled at her horse, bringing it to her level to give eye contact as she said "If you don't tell on me, I'll give you an apple." Kissing the horse's nose goodbye she walked down. Soon she was slightly regretting her choice, for now she found herself in a rather wet and dark underground tunnel.
"Too dark....too dark." Whispering to herself she tried not to imagine anything jumping out at her, seeing how she and the dark weren't the best of friends even at her age.
"No one can be down here...no one. Who would want to be down here?" Talking to herself always calmed Ashling, except for now when she worried that there were people hiding in the dark, damp, just scary surroundings.
Terenis kept his eyes focused on the mage intently. His dagger slipped back into its hidden scabbard beneath his sleeve. “Why must every meeting of ours be in such dreaded places?” He asked, moving a hand to his short beard that gave him the appearance of a human. His elven ears, hidden under a green cloak, pricked up at the sound of small footsteps far off behind him.
“As you well know, Terenis Greythorn, magic doesn’t exist. I don’t exist. If we were to meet in a public place, I would be killed at the stake. Therefore…” Matrim gestured around the now-lit halls.
“Couldn’t you use your magic to stop them? You’re the wisest mage on this world and the oldest man alive. You look to be in your twenties. Couldn’t you just pull off being a merchant or beggar-” Terenis gave him a stern look, hearing footsteps again.
“Nothing to fear my old friend. We have a company of two others, but as I am meant to be, and as are you, they are meant to hear what we have to say. So let me begin.” The wizard put a hand into his sliver-outlined robes and produced a small crystalline object. “This is the key to bringing back gods and magic to the land. It is the most valuable item in Falamont and Westarros. It is a dragon egg; much older than I, much older than man. It is the last, and I have been its protector ever since I passed the towers of high magic centuries ago. This egg will bring back the dragons of ages far before us, carrying with them the magic of old. My spells have weakened over the years and this might be our last hope in ever bringing the people back to what is true and real.” Matrim’s hourglass eyes flashed a glimpse of excitement.
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Here's our OOC if anyone needs it. Not that necessary.
A dragon egg! Rhyan thought with excitement, if the egg hatched then people would have to recognize magic once more! Standing upright, slowly, Rhyan kept to the shadows as she listened to the rest of Matrim's words. How could a great mage like him be weakening? It was almost unheard of, but Rhyanedd knew that though some mages could live to be the same ages as elves, many chose to let go of their power as it weakened in their old age. Rhyan herself was young, her magic just as strong and wild as the earth it came from, and would stay that way for many, many years until she was as old as Matrim himself. Biting her lip, Rhyan's deep blue eyes looked out to the stranger and Matrim, staring at the egg. She would give the world just to hold it for a moment, but to carry it and protect it, it was almost too much to bear.
The wizard tucked the crystal egg back into one of the folds within his robes and looked back at Terenis. “What you must do before I give you the egg-“
“Give me the egg?” Terenis exclaimed, interrupting the mage. “What could I possibly do with it? How could I protect it and keep it secret?” The half elf began to shake with nervous excitement. He knew this artifact was more than a mere possession. He knew it could threaten his life and many others just by knowing of its existence.
“You underestimate yourself Terenis Greythorn.” Matrim began, his voice dropping to a low thrum. “You are chosen to bring the dragons back. It is you that the remaining lifeblood of mages past resonates. Though you may not feel it, you are one of us.” He looked past Terenis a moment and gave a slight smile. “As are you Rhyanedd. You no longer must keep to the shadows. We are family at this moment. A family of magic.”