In the beginning, 6 gods created the land of Vahldir. They made rolling hills, great thundering mountains, peaceful plans, rich forests, and arctic tundras. They also created Elves, Dwarves, Halflings, wild life, man, and Alituums (a mixture between birds and humans). All these races got along, building civilizations and towns. Elves scattered to the shorelines and forests, Alituums controlled the high mountain tops, Dwarves took to inside mountains, and humans settled wherever they could. The halflings seemed to exclude themselves from interactions with the other races, and soon, most forgot what they looked like. The most impressive were the Elven Alituum cities.

Wanting their creations to get along, Osnryn, the king of all gods and god of strength and will, assigned a Supreme King to rule the land of Vahldir. The First King named Aleden was the first to receive the gift of the Gods. The capital of the High Kingdom was a large and beautiful city named Silveredge. Politics were soon put in to play as the years went on, and for the time, everyone was happy... The gods soon created more species such as Centaurs, gnomes, goblins, mermaids, and giants... But even the most beautiful of fruits has a rotten part in them.

The Dwarves found unlimited riches, and humans being naturally greedy, wanted to take those riches. The political side of the kingdom tried to bargain for a small portion of it, but the poor cities near the dwarven colonies couldn't stand it much longer. War started to rage. The greedy and power hungry again the High Kingdom. As war started in Vahldir, the Gods chose sides to be on. The naturally good and light gods sided with the High Kingdom. Osnryn the god of will and strength and the king of all gods was joined by Onlor, God of hunting and stealth and Nicosa, Goddess of life and good health to side with the High Kingdom. Osnryn's brother Rorrt is the god of Darkness. He along with Ashar, goddess of pain, and Dardrao, god of greed sided with the corrupt.

What started with greed turned to be a war on good and evil. Those who were loyal to the kingdom and wanted unity stayed to fight, while the corrupt were offered riches and power. War raged on. The creatures in Vahldir were pawns in the game of the gods, and to help win, both sides created more and more. Trolls, Orcs, witches and wizards, dragons, basilisk, imps, faries. Most of these creatures stayed neutral in the war. And from these new forms of life, new gods started to form.

Lors, son of Osnryn was the god of wit and cunning. Nyst was the goddess of luck and fortune, and Burim was the god of technology stood to help fight for Osnryn. But Antai, brother of Nicosa and god of death, Imser, god of fear, and Rothen brother of Onlor and god of shadows joined Rorrt.

For the majority it seemed the kingdom had an upper hand under the rule of Aleden thanks to the gift of Osnryn... The other gods soon gave gifts to other people of Vahldir. They were both tasked to win for both sides. The clan of Light and Darkness were sent out to pursue and kill the other gifted ones. The only god who didn't give a gift was Rorrt.

Just as Aleden stormed the city of Dorden home of the rebellion, Rorrt finally gave his gift upon the Supreme King's most trusted friend named Fusos... And in the grasp of uniting the land, Aleden was stabbed by his friend. Without the leader, the clan of light soon went with him. The High Kingdom crumbled. but no one was safe from the tyrant Fusos. He also killed the clan of darkness. He was the only gift bearer. He was warned by Rorrt himself though, that there will be more. 100 years from now there will be people to join and oppose you.

Fusos didn't age thanks to his gift, and the aid of Rorrt. He killed and slaughtered anyone he thought to be bearing a gift. And for generations, the land of Vahldir was in darkness. Everyone was separated in their own kingdoms. Anywhere other than large cities were in constant fear of being attacked by bandits and hunters. For 500 years the gift bearers were not heard from. But there was still good in this world... and one true heir. Unknown to most of the kingdom, Aleden and his wife had a son, and when the kingdom fell, he and his wife was taken to a Halfling town far from the war.

The family Aleden of Silveredge soon left the town, where the heritage became farmers of a smaller village, to mayor of a port town, to now a outlaw said to be helping small towns.

The age of darkness is soon to come to an end. The heir to the throne seeks to take it back, but he must find the gift bearers to help him on his quest. Rorrt has told Fusos but he thinks nothing of it. It won't be an easy task, and he will recruit not only gift bearers, but anyone willing to lend a hand in this battle. The High Kingdom will reign again!

Gods

Light Gods

--Onsryn: King of Gods. God of Power and Will. Brother to Rorrt--- Gift bestowed upon Rilden, Son of Thaimos[Jones Sparrow]

--Onlor: God of Stealth and Hunting-- Gift bestowed upon Chiron the Quick[DragonBeastMode]

--Nicosa: God of life and good health--- Gift bestowed upon Robyn Voss, Daughter of Percival Voss[xRobynx]

--Lors: son of Osnryn. God of cunning, and intelligence-- Gift bestowed upon Angelo de Ortega[Jangel13]

--Nyst: brother to Lors, Daughter of Osnryn. Goddess of luck and fortune-- Gift bestowed upon Culpho The Magnificent[Thedreadpirate]

--Burim: God of technology and crafting-- Gift bestowed upon Shoma Othea, Daughter of Kalnirkrum the Giant[LovelyAnastasia]

Dark Gods

--Rorrt: Brother to Onsryn. god of Darkness and Corruption

--Ashar: Goddess of Pain and Misery-- Gift bestowed upon Theron[Sturmgewehr]

--Dardrar: God of Greed and wealth-- Gift bestowed upon Oarden Tiaold[Anvil]

--Antai: brother of Nicosa and god of death-- Gift bestowed upon Warlyrnd[Orotomo]

--Imser: god of fear[reserved]

--Rothen: brother of Onlor and god of shadows--- Gift bestowed upon Jamlamin Milner[Enalais]

Major Cities

--Silveredge: The old capital of the High Kingdom. Has a large clean stone wall with towering forts and houses. It used to be the safest place in Vahldir, but once the kingdom fell, it has now become a place of crime and corruption. Sits where the large rolling hills and the great mountain ranges meet.

--Rayacre: The largest Elven City of the land. Right near the shoreline with hundred of waterfalls pouring off the edges. Large wooden cabins and homes, also the wealthiest and one of the safest cities hidden behind the large forests.

--Faycrest: The home to the halflings. A small and cozy town that most of the people in Vahldir don't know about it. Farthest town to the East.

--Faywynne: The large mountain top city of the Alituum. Located on a high mountain top right above a valley.

--Dorden: Home to the tyrant Fusos. Slavers, thieves, and murderers all dwell in here. Also high prisoners of war are kept for torture.

--Gig Harbour: Major port town. All fishing and naval trade eventually meet here... Also known for smuggling.

Races (only a few are named)

--Elves: Immortal beings who excel in archery. They are noble, wise, and appreciate the smaller things. They tend to use politics over war, but they are highly skilled in anything they do.

--Humans: Usually give in to darkness quicker. Humans are mortal, headstrong, and can be a mix of it all. The most fierce warriors in legend come from man

--Dwarves: Short creatures that live in the caves of the mountains. They excel in mining and heavy weapons and war. Short tempered, strong willed, and love treasure.

--Alituum: A mixture of bird and man. They live high up in the mountains, and are noble like elves. They live for about 200 years. They have sharp claws and teeth, making them aerial fighters. The most wise of the species, and the most strict

--Halflings: A mixture of dwarf and man. They are very short, and tend to keep to their own kind. They love music, drinking, and are simple creatures. They are the known for their amount of hope and faith.

--Centaurs: a mix of Man, and horse. Centaurs are very noble, and respectable. They are nomadic, and tend to be neutral in fighting, although if they feel threatened, they won't hesitate to fight. skilled archers, and very intelligent.

--Orcs: Fallen elves who gave in to corruption. They only want to eat and kill.

RULES

1)If you have an idea for a race, or a person on the quest, please send me a PM!
2)Treat everyone with respect!
3)I HIGHLY RECOMMEND BEING A GOOD GUY! It gives you more time to write and feel involved, I don't want the bad guys just plotting and sitting there.
4)This will be a RP with a ton of elements! it won't always be fighting. It'll have romance, comedy, action, adventure, stealth, all that!
5)you don't have to be a Gift Bearer, I think it'd be a ton of fun to be a companion hahaha
6) if you have a problem with anything anyone posts, or says, please let me know so I can help resolve the problem!
7)No one here is going to be OP, you will win fights, and lose some. that's how it rolls hahha

FORM:

Name:
Age:
Race:
Appearance:
Bio: doesn't have to be long
Personality:
Faction:
Gift: gift bearers only
Weapon(s) of choice:
Relationship/loved ones?:
Other:

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Name: Rilden, Son of Thaimos, House of Aleden

Age: 25

Race: Human

Appearance: Long Dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. Has scruffy beard, Tanned from the traveling, and scars across his body from his days of adventuring. Has a branded mark of a flame on his wrist from being tortured in Dorden.

Bio: I was told the stories of the Great King, like most kids do. How he was fair, and kind, and loyal, and led a group of people blessed by the gods... And how that Great King will return with his group yet again. And that I was intended to do great things... But until then, my father intended me to be a child first, before I grew up. I grew up in Hallsgrave, a small village known for its bars just a day away from Faycrest (if you knew the way). I was an assistant to the barkeep, and when I wasn't working for him, I was helping my father build the home he dreamed of when he was a boy. It was clear that everyone hated the Legendary Fusos, and that everyone has to keep their mouth shut at it. But that didn't stop my family.

They would tell me time and time again that we were related to the High King, and to prove it, we had his sword passed down from generations, waiting for the day that the gift bearers would help us gain power again. It was inspiring, hearing the stories, and how I wanted it to happen to me. The adventure, the battles, the hope that there is something to rid this land of people! But that inspiration soon left me.

When I was 16, I went on an errand to deliver some ale to a local town not far. When I returned, there was a frenzy waiting for me. Fusos men came charging in, and were looking for my family. I ran back home to see all the hard work my father put in to it was now a pile of ash, human remains visible... My father was laid to rest like his work. Angry, and scared, I ran after the men who killed my father. Although it was brave, it was very stupid. Going against a large fleet of highly trained and merciless fighters wasn't the best idea I had. Before I was about to charge I was soon stopped by a man I never met. An elven male who claimed to know my father. As proof, he handed me the family sword. He was said to take me in. To train me in skills that I would never learn back home. I agreed, and soon joined a group of rebels and thieves determined to fight Fusos in any way possible. They were known as the Lapsa

There were a mix of men, elves, humans, Centaurs, dwarves, I even saw my first glance of an arituum. I learned archery from the perfect elves, swordsmanship from warriors fighting since they could hold an axe. I learned to hunt, to heal, to speak the languages of the land, they never let up on me. They saw the ancient weapon I held. They knew who I was, and they were going to harden me up before anyone else could. For the second time in my life, though, my belief in this fight was starting to fail. We were ambushed one night, friends I had grown to being slain in front of me by orcs and man themselves. I fought off as much as I could before I had to retreat with the survivors. Soon, I lost hope, and did my best to take care of myself. I stole from the corrupt, I never killed unless I had to, and when people needed help, I helped them. Other than that, I kept to myself. I became infamous. "The High King" they would call me. It didn't take long for me to get caught. I had my blade before though, giving it to a member of the Lapsa.

I was taken to Dorden to be questioned about the man named Rilden. I used a fake name, and since they had to proof I was him, I was let go... but not without them branding me, and torturing me to know what I did. Luckily I have a strong will. Others weren't so lucky. Young men and women of all species, screaming, yelling, begging for mercy... It changed me. The boy that once dreamed of having a peaceful, happy place to live was back. Once I was let go, I returned to my things, and started something I should have done a long time ago: To find the gift bearers, and if they are around, to help me fight back for the High Kingdom.

Personality: Very brave and headstrong. Has a strong will, and is hard to betray those who have helped him. Although it may not seem like it at times, he cares for all those in need. Very quick thinking, cunning, and can be a charmer when need be. He did live with thieves after all. If respect if shown, he will give it back. Doesn't discriminate against any race except the ones meant for evil. A classic hero personality

Faction: Thief, Outlaw, but ultimately the New High Kingdom

Gift: Gift of Onsryn, but has no idea he bears the gift

Weapon(s) of choice: Fortis, the blade my ancestors held before me, an elven bow, and a dagger for hunting.



Relationship/loved ones?: If you are interested, let me know!

Other: Doesn't know he is destined to bear the gift of Onsyrn.

Dibs on Ashar! :P

Also, about the Alituum; I'm assuming they just look like humans with wings, sharp teeth and claws?

Name: Robyn Voss, Daughter of Percival Voss

Age: 24 yrs

Race: Human

 Bio:
Robyn was born to Percival and Corynn Voss. Born in the small crossroads town of Damascus, which lay at the crossroads of Faycrest, Rayacre, and the port town of Gig Habour, she and her family made a small living with their meager earnings. Her father, Percival, realized early on that his daughter bore a gift of the god Nicosa. He was adamant on not allowing that information to leak out, not even telling his own daughter of her abilities.

The family owned and operated a small general store in the crossroads town, mostly dealing with traded goods from the port just up the road before they hit the cities. Robyn worked as a storehand in the family business for most of her childhood, but was becoming quickly interested in all the various herbs and medicines that passed through their shelves from across the land. Her mother, Corynn, was a talented alchemist when it came to making medicines and quite adept in magic, although she never made that public. Robyn learned her mother's arts and although she was decent in the use of magic, she really excelled in medicine. It was then her mother broke the news that it was no mere coincidence she was a natural in medicine.

Her parents died of natural causes only a few years later, leaving her unwed with a store to manage by herself. The situation was not ideal in any sense. She maintained the store but slowly turned the focus to medicine and healing and found herself quite adept as her mother had spoken years earlier. She eventually switched the entire focus of the store to a small clinic to which she used her gift openly. She eventually gained quite the reputation for her medical abilities from the locals and tradesmen that frequented the town.

Personality:
Robyn is quiet and meek by nature. She spends most of her time reading and taking notes on the latest concoction or herb. She is best described as shy, but has also been known to, on a rare occasion, be quite persistent.

Faction: None

Gift:    Gift of Nicosa

Weapon(s) of choice: steel short sword

Relationship status: Single

Other: None

Appearance:

Phloem said
Dibs on Ashar! :PAlso, about the Alituum; I'm assuming they just look like humans with wings, sharp teeth and claws?

Yeah, just a basic looking bird people

I think i will take Rothen

Name: Jamlamin Milner
Age:28
Race:Human
Appearance: Jamlamin The Bandit
Bio: Jamalamin was born in Dorden, only to be abandoned, and left to die in the streets, But something happened that no one expected the babe was picked up from the streets and raised by a man and his wife who could not bare children, as Jamalamin grew older, his foster parents began to realize he was different, he had strange abilities that manifested themselves as the controlling of shadows, this worried them and afraid the tyrant was going to go after their son they fled the city heading to Silveredge. There they raised their son until he was fourteen.

When the boy was fourteen his parents were murdered, while the boy was off running errands. Alone and desperate the boy turned to using his gift for thievery, he would steal from anyone he would steal for himself or he would steal for others (as long as they payed him anyway), through this he made a lot of money and became a pretty famous thief, from there all he needed to do was stay focused on his job at hand and stay alive, these things he still holds to his core as a thief.

Personality: Jamalamin is an arrogant and cocky thief, who has a penchant for talking to much, unless he is on the job then he is serious and efficient, he also has a lot of vices which include, drinking,women,and gambling
Faction:His own or the highest bidder.
Gift: Rothen
Weapon(s) of choice: Falchion,Dagger, Bow and Arrows, Collapsible club, and a couple of smoke bombs and fireworks.
Relationship/loved ones?:Single.
Other:None

Going to make a character for Imser later if thats okay.

Name: Culpho The Magnificent
Age: 26
Race: Halfling



Faction: The High Kingdom
Gift: Gift of Nyst
Weapon(s) of choice: Cane, Smoke Bombs, Slingshot, Eagle Claws (The chain things attached to his waist), Poison Vials, Packets of various powders and liquids.
Relationship/loved ones?: A much younger sister who lives in Feycrest, and Zabu, for now.
Other:
Is always accompanied by his friend and partner-in-crime who is surprisingly helpful in a variety of situations

Updated the OC a bit to make it easier to read hahahaha, and to show who is who

All Gods are allowed to bestow gifts, but as I said in the rules, I highly recommend staying away from them haha. It'll be a bit confusing and boring for the bad guys to just literally wait for the good guys to attack, and I don't want anyone bored or left out hahaha

All characters shown are accepted though! All are pretty cool! haha I love seeing everyone's creativity

awesome character, Pirate! Accepted!

Jones Sparrow said
awesome character, Pirate! Accepted!

Thanks, looking forward to this, a lot.

Awesome, that brings us up to four people. 3 good, 1 evil. How many are we looking for to start? Might be able to recruit a couple more.

whoever's interested hahaha, I'd like to have a couple more people to join in, but I don't want so many people that we all lose track

Since this is going pretty slow, I'll let you guys make up to two characters if you'd like!

I'm probably going to add an elf companion for the heroes

AND WE ARE STILL ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS if you just saw this thread hahaha

Jones Sparrow, I sent you a PM with a character idea.

Jones can I make my centaur char for and reserved Ontor as my gift from a god., I think that god would be the best for a centaur char, it just fits xD. If yes I would have to make it either tomorrow later on or monday wifi is acting up, dont want to start and it shut off or something.

My character is not so much evil as he is chaotic neutral

if its available I want to call onlor god of stealth as my gift...

My CS.

Name: Warlynd

Age: 34

Race: Dullahan*

Appearance: The one labeled Artorias, minus the helmet. Instead, a black fog cloud takes its place. This cloud absorbs light in a similar way to eyes, and does the same thing with sounds and smells, allowing him to use it as a head. When his head is the way it usually is, unattached, it looks much worse than normal, with its skin a sickly, rotten green, and a large smile on it, reaching almost from ear to ear. When attached, which it can be for up to 3 hours a day, it looks normal.

Bio:
Personality: Warlyrnd is cold to people he doesn't know. But if he takes an interest in someone, he treats them wonderfully, like normal peopledo to their friends and family.

Faction: None

Gift: Gift of Antai

Weapon(s) of choice: A Whip made from an extended Human Spine. This whip can create two protrusions on either side of it to create a greataxe. His head can also be used as an intimidation, as most foes don't expect a head to be thrown at them.

Relationship/loved ones?: His horse, Talfina. A human named Xalia, 15. His head has a mind of its own when not atop his body, talking to him throughout his journeys and giving him advice along the way.

Other: Xalia knows how to use a whip as a weapon as well. Warlynd is also prone to attacking travellers. This is due to his nature, and his head usually tells him to, and Warlynd almost always listens to his head.
*For more information about Dullahans - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dullahan

the gift of lors is mine!