Cthatur - Rise of the Separatists
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The rules are as follows. Obey them and I will not kick you out, ignore them and I will kick you from the rp.
- Don’t GodMod
- Don’t play an incredibly overpowered character
- Don’t be unpleasant or rude
- Post OOC posts in the OOC thread
- Do be enthusiastic and imaginative
- Swearing in RP is allowed but not gratuitously. We don’t want people being offended.
- No racism, no sexist or anythingist remarks OOC we want people of all sexualities, races and genders on board, BUT IC some elements of racial hatred makes sense (Beasts hating Humans etc)
- Be realistic – we do NOT want things to be impossible
- We want this to be a little fast paced, if you are going AFK for longer than two days please comment on the OOC thread to allow another player to interact with your character to enable RP fluidity
- BE literate. We want a paragraph a post at least, with character development and interaction with other characters. This is integral for the roleplay to flow well. Use spellcheck we want people to understand what your saying
- FINALLY be friendly and have fun
Three hundred and fifty years after nuclear fall out on the planet Isislia, Cthatur, the largest city on the mainland is under the threat of rebellion. After the nuclear war, the first to get their greasy hands on power were the pigs. The swine were some of the most affected by the nuclear radiation; however they were greatly helped by their already existing and growing intelligence. Over the course of fifty years they evolved, like many other animals, to stand on two legs, and grew to vast sizes. Standing at around eight foot, these monsters became greedy, seeking power and chaos. Being so overpowered they quickly took control of the ruined cities, building fortresses as a display of wealth and power.
Up till present day, attempts at rebellion came and were appropriately disbanded. The Pigs had the help of other resentful newly evolved beasts and disgruntled machines, and as their support grew, so did their control. Humans had no place in power as they were the ones that hunted, ate and controlled the beasts and as their last betrayal to the planet brought the fiery explosions that tore through the mainland. In the city of Cthatur is was not uncommon for humans to be slaves – punishment for their crimes three Centuries before hand. Those that weren’t slaves went to the underground or the surrounding lands and seas.
As the Swine remained in power unchallenged their rule became a dictatorship, and the human excluded regime became a hellish dystopia where unless you had money and weapons, you would no doubtedly fall into the hands of the slave traders or cults that ruled the city streets. The beasts and machines started to realize the mistake they had made in allowing such a regime take hold, and soon a select few sought out the help of the humans that were remaining in hiding. These were aptly named The Separatists, and were amassing members of every creed and race be they machines, animal kind or human.
Its present day, and the Separatist leader K’trin has sent messages to the far reaches of the wastelands and beyond. You have received a message via courier saying the following:
My name is K’trin of the Cthatur Separatists and it is my aim to recruit strong minded and powerful adventurers to aid our rebellion against the Swine. For too long has their regime gone unperturbed and unpunished and it is time their devilish dystopia was brought to a spectacular end. I am asking for individuals to join me – I do not care if you are beastkind, Machine, human or even alien – what you are means nothing to me; however your skills, powers and knowledge will greatly aid myself and the other Separatists.
Whether your seeking adventure, power or justice, your assistance is needed, and you will be well paid for your troubles.
There will be a ship leaving from the outskirts of the wastelands to cross the Halo at dusk on the fourth rise of the second moon so you have plenty of time to prepare and say your goodbyes. There is a map showing where the vessel will be.
I will not be present, for it’s safest for me to go unseen and remain unknown, but you will be escorted by some of my followers dressed as Swine Guard.
Speak “K’trin has called for assistance” and they will allow you aboard.
It will be a journey through the night before you arrive at an abandoned trading post and there you will be met by T’nat who will take you from there.
Bring whatever supplies you deem necessary
Start from the receiving of your letter and the journey to the docks...
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It was cold - deathly cold on the morning a haggard traveller arrived at the caravans of the Cayasette tribe. He was caught by guards that wrapped him in furs and took him to the elders tent. Outside it was still dark, and congregated outside the dimly lit tent, the rest of the snow people listened as the traveller revealed his message. Inside, standing to the left of the elder stood a figure shrouded in furs and wearing a skull headdress. She looked fierce and cold, she was young, but from her stance she did not look it. The room was silent as the people listened and awaited upon the elder to speak. She stood.
"Family, fellow tribesmen and battlewomen, the humans of Cthatur have called for our assistance." The room was awash with suspicious whispers and disbelief as the elder continued to speak, voiced raised the elder continued to speak "As free humans we have an obligation to respond." The chattering continued. A tall muscular man carrying a spear stood along with a few of his comrades, "We heed the call for help. Myself and my best men will travel back with the courier to lend our assistance."
"Be seated" The elder said loudly, she watched the men reluctantly and obediently sit down before continuing. "Your offer for help is appreciated however there is no need for our spears and knives when the battle is against guns and machines." The room silenced as if hypnotised by the woman's calm and authoritative tone, "No, our weapons will gain them nothing in their war other than casualties, and it is for this reason i am selecting one of you and one of you alone to pack your things and make for the dead Mainland." She surveyed the room... silence... Behind the elder, the blue eyed figure suddenly looked chastened, looking at the elder, fear betraying her cold exterior... "It seems that what the rebellion needs is not more swords and spears but magic... Few of you are practitioners in the arts of magic and even then... Most of you are healers and fortune tellers." The elder looked stone cold as she spoke after a long pause, "and it is for this reason, i will be sending my young assistant to the wastelands..." The elder was cut off with an outburst of fury from the warriors in the room
"Why send her out?! she knows nothing of battle! This is an insult to the warriors of the tribe" The muscled man shouted, the rest of the room echoing his sentiments. The girl standing behind now was panicked looking, eyed darting and focusing on the crow in the rafters as insults flew her way. The elder went silent, eyes fluttering when suddenly the room was thrown into darkness as a swirling figure of flame appeared infront of the arguing crowd. Panic ensued.
"SILENCE" the elder roared her eyes glowing amber as she spoke, her left arm guiding the fire elemental across the room. "THIS, this is the power the rebellion needs" The elemental roared and seemed to fill the entire tent as the screaming masses fell silent in panic and awe. "They need the power of the elements not of sticks and steel." Satisfied at the now silent crowed she muttered something and the elemental vanished; she proceeded "Unyeth is the only one here, other than myself that is trained in summoning and reaching the elemental plain." All eyes in the room fell on Unyeth, she stood up taller trying to remain unreadable, and tentatively stood next to the now frail looking woman commanding the room. "I am by no means strong enough to make the journey to the Mainlands, even though my power is great. Unyeth on the other hand is strong, she is young and can make the journey - she is a remarkable student and shows excellent potential, infact her skills may outweigh mine someday; however her skills will be needed more in the mainland." She beckoned the young blue eyed woman in front of her, " She will be a worthy ambassador for the Cayasette tribe, and will benefit from the adventure." The elder shrank back and gestured to Unyeth "She will not be going alone... she has her guardian" She nodded to Unyeth and the girl signalled to the bird that landed on her shoulder. The bird had presence and power despite its ordinary appearance. Eyes glowing amber the black feathered bird ruffled as it surveyed the crowd. "She will be leaving on the morrow alongside the courier, and will be taking our respect and prayers with her. It's a dangerous journey and an even more challenging mission. We let her go in the promise she will return to take my place as elder." The Elder stood, giving a warm but secret look to Unyeth before standing in front of the room. "Leave us."
The room dispersed quickly till it was only the elder and Unyeth sitting face to face, the crow now settling next to the older woman. Unyeth took out her pipe and began to fill it with herbs. Calmly she lit it, she didnt say anything but her hands shook as she smoked. The elder did the same before stroking the bird and sighing "you understand why i chose you, yes?" The red haired girl nodded, removing her skull headdress now fully revealing her vibrant dreads "and you accept what i am asking of you?" The girl nodded again, taking a drag - the fragrant smoke forming shapes as she looked down ready to speak.
"I am the only one able to reach the elemental plane other than yourself, and i have the physical and mental strength to make the journey. I understand why you chose me, but..." She looked out the open door of the tent at the snow gently blowing in "it will be the furthest i have been from the snow... from the tribe." her voice caught in her throat, however her face continued to give nothing away.
"You need to expand your horizons and see the world as it is now." the old woman puffed smoke out of her cracked lips before smiling a little "who knows... maybe the sun in the Mainlands will warm that heart of yours girl." She cackled as Unyeth remained cold. The crow cawed in appreciation of the hags comment before settling again to small soft strokes, "go into it confident... remember you will never be alone." Unyeth nodded and excused herself, walking into the snow to reflect on the evenings events and what tomorrow held. The crow joined her, snow slowly settling on the both of them.