It was long ago when Analand's hero saved the world from the Archmage. The story was retold throughout many generations. Story became myth, and myth faded into legend... but a new adventure arises. A new continent has been discovered, and the current king of Analand wishes to colonize it. But as do many countries. You are one of the many that the king has sent across the Khakabad sea to this new region. But on the way, you were shipwrecked, and only a handful survived. All you have with you is your sword, your spellbook, and your wits. You have found that others have survived, too. But do you trust them? Do you wish to colonize the region as the king ordered? Or maybe you are going to focus on surviving? Perhaps you wish to explore this new land, instead. This story has yet to be written...

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Hello and welcome! By now, you should have read the story. What, you too lazy? Come on, it's not that long, is it? Oh, and quick sidenote:



Stamina:

Stamina is your energy. The less stamina you have, the more tired you are. Eating, drinking water, and sleeping restore stamina. Performing laborious tasks, such as climbing, performing magic or swordplay, will reduce your stamina. Getting injured by falling or by other means will also cost you stamina. Once you hit 0 stamina, you die. Your maximum stamina is 20. You will always know how much stamina you have, however, you do not know what certain activities will cost you.

Races:

There are many races you can be. They are as follows:

Human: A well-rounded race, decent in magic and in combat.
Dwarf: A short, stubborn people, they tend to do better in swordplay.
Elf: Cheery and carefree, they are more adept at magic than swordplay.
Red-Eyes: Weaker overall and short-tempered, but have the ability to shoot fireballs from their eyes at will.
Gnome: Weaker overall and eccentric, but spells that involve items, as well as items in general are more effective.
Orc/Ogre: Weaker overall and quiet, they tend to be faster, and better with more exotic weapons.
Dragonborn: Weaker overall and honor-bound, they have thick scales, which protect them better than skin.

Magic:

Magic is created by aligning three stars from above. Certain stars only show up in certain places. Each spell woven has an effect- but the effect depends on the incantation. Certain spells require Stamina, others a focus, or object of some sort. Although, if you try to cast a spell that has no effect, you will be punished dearly- sometimes with your life. But don't worry, you have a spellbook, and that gives you a few basic spells. They are as follows:

Zap: Summon a bolt of lightning that strikes whatever you wish it to. Costs three stamina.
Hot: Create a fireball and launch it at whatever you wish it to. Costs three stamina.
Fof: Create a protective force-field around you. Costs three stamina.
Wal: Create an invisible wall that cannot be broken. Costs three stamina.
Law: Allows control over non-intelligent creatures. Costs three stamina.
Dum: Causes creatures to become extremely clumsy. Costs three stamina.
Big: Grows the user into three times their size. Costs one stamina.
Wok: Creates an invisible shield on the user's wrist. Costs one stamina and requires a small amount of gold (Consumed).
Dop: Opens locks and doors. Costs one stamina.
Raz: Sharpens blade. Requires beezwax (consumed).
Sus: Sense danger. Costs one stamina.
Six: Clones the user. Costs one stamina.
Jig: Causes lively dancing. Requires bamboo pipe.
Gob: Summons a Goblin. Requires a Goblin's tooth (Consumed).
Yob: Summons a Giant. Requires a Giant's tooth (Consumed).
Gum: Creates a large amount of glue on a surface. Requires a vial of glue (Consumed).
How: Finds escape. Costs one stamina.
Doc: Heal a person. Requires a medicinal potion (Consumed).
Doz: Cause sluggishness in a creature. Costs one stamina.
Dud: Summon fake gold. Costs one stamina.
Mag: Protect from other magics. Costs one stamina.
Pop: Create explosions. Requires one pebble (Consumed).
Fal: Causes the user to fall slower. Costs one stamina.
Dim: Causes stupidity. Costs one stamina.
Fog: Create darkness. Costs one stamina.
Mud: Create quicksand. Requires a vial of sand (Consumed).
Nif: Create an intense odor. Requires nose plugs.
Tel: Read minds. Requires a cloth skullcap.
Gak: Cause fear. Requires a black facemask.
Sap: Cause depression. Costs one stamina.
God: Make people around you like you more. Requires a jewel of gold.
Kin: Summon replica creature. Requires a gold-backed mirror.
Pep: Cause strenght. Requires firewater.
Rok: Turn someone to stone. Requires stone dust.
Nip: Increase speed of the user. Requires yellow powder (Consumed).
Huf: Create great wind. Requires a Galehorn.
Fix: Cause fixedness. Requires a staff of oak.
Nap: Cause drowsiness. Requires a brass pendulum.
Zen: Float in air. Requires a jewel-studded medallion.
Yaz: Become invisible. Requires a pearl ring.
Sun: Create light. Requires a sun jewel.
Kid: Create illusions. Requires a bracelet of bone.
Rap: Allows understanding of foreign languages. Requires a green hair wig.
Yap: Allows communication with animals. Requires a green hair wig.
Zip: Allows the user to teleport short distances. Requires a green ring.
Far: Allows the user to see the future. Requires a crystal orb.
Res: Allows resurrection of the dead. Requires holy water.
Zed: Effect unknown. No known materials needed. Costs seven stamina.

Rules:

All basic Forum rules apply.

No metagaming, godmodding, powerplaying, etc.

This is my RP. My word is law. If you disagree with me on something, PM me and we will discuss it.

No excessive cursing/swearing.

Romance is allowed, but keep it PG-13.

Put 'shipwreck cove' somewhere in your app to prove you read the rules.

You have 3 chances to apply. If you get denied three times, all further applications will be ignored.

Try to be realistic.

I will be employing a strikes system. If you break the rules three times, you will be kicked from the RP, no questions asked.

If you get kicked from the RP, all applications will be ignored.

Use common sense.

Have fun!

App: (Don't fill this is.)

Name: (Your person's name, duh)

Age: (How old are they?)

Gender: (Boy or Girl?)

Race: (Human, Dwarf, Elf, etc.)

Appearance: (What do they look like?)

Personality: (How do they act?)

Bio: (Their life story)

Other: (Anything you'd like to add?)

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We will begin once there are 3 accepted applicants.

i'll get a CS up soon

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Name: Roe Emlinel

Age: Appears late teens, but was born about 40 years ago.

Gender: Female

Race: Elf

Personality: Care free. Enjoys riddles and poems. Helpful. Patient. Free Spirited. Playful.

Biography: "Come now Roe, sing a song for our guests, you have always had a beautiful voice as light as the yellow bird your family is named after." a young mother called to her child. The family had invited several guests over for dinner to celebrate a good harvest, and the good season for fishing. The family and several other elves had found their home next to the Khakabad sea and used the resources of the land to survive as well as flourish. "Come Roe, sing!" her mother insisted, as the guests smiled and nodded their approval.

"There is a place named shipwrecked cove placed behind a rock
A boy and a girl would travel there for her to suck his -"

"ROE!" the young girls mother exclaimed, her face a crimson red at the embarrassment her daughter had given her in front of their guests. Roe giggled, "I learned that one from the neighbor boy." Roe gleamed, her soft round lips upturned into a grin. "Bed." her mother retorted, as Roe's smile then dropped to a pout, "But Mothe-" the girl started, and was given a stiff finger pointing towards their home, "Now." her mother finalized the command, sending Roe into the house, beaten by system once again.

As Roe aged, she always had a pleasure in riddles, songs, and the casual practical joke. Though many of her friends and family found no pleasure in this, the girl remained the same. "Honestly Roe, you need to mature just a little." her mother pleaded as they sat down to wash their clothes. Roe smiled and nodded, it was often easier to just agree to what her parents had to say rather than fight the cause. The two continued this sort of conversation; Mother lecturing a child, while child half doesn't pay attention and half just says "Mhm, yes."

"Your father and I think it time you be married." her mother bluntly spoke, noticing her daughter's lack of participation. Roe responded once again, "Yep." before noticing the words that had been spoken, "Wait, what!?" the girl exclaimed, dropping the clothing she had held as her desert sand shaded eyes widening as she glared at her mother, "I'm not ready for that." she chuckled, picking up the article of clothing and dusting it off slightly. "I'm just not ready for that." she repeated once more, handing the item to her mother and walking away with out another word about it.

In the elf culture you were often given once chance at love, marriage, sexual relation, and a family. Roe was a daughter, granddaughter, and so on of elves that had met young, married young, and had children as soon as possible. It was almost odd that the girl was rounding on the verge of when most of her family had started having children whilst she didn't even have a suitor in mind.

Luck would have it that the King of Analand sent out statement of a new land to colonize in the months that these debates and conversations were happening at the Emlinel household. "A whole new land!" Roe exclaimed to her mother, pleading with her to partake in such an adventure, "What if I find the one there?" the girl used her quick wit to try to encourage her mother to say yes, "A man with such passion for me to travel all the way here for me is truly a man I want!" the girl smiled deviously, before adding, "Who knows, I might even find another man on the ship who loves the taste of the world as much as I do, then we don't even have to worry about the traveling as he'll be right here. Plus, we'll know his family." the girl continued on with her ideas and convincing plots, until her mother finally broke down.

"Fine." she spoke softly but stern.

"You mean it?" Roe asked, her round eyes glistening with hope.

"Don't ask me again." her mother said, "Also, you better come home safe and sound or I'll kill you myself."

With an embrace, the two parted- Roe with her small bundle on her back and a head full of false hopes.

Post my character sometime in the morning.

Roe Emlinel accepted, but reduce the age a bit. In this RP, elves only live to around 120, and age to look 1/2 their age. Other than that, great app!

Name: Warrior-of-many-fights

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Race: dragon born

Appearance:

Personality: Pretty serious, a bit impatient,careful, Loves to fight, sarcastic, he often tries to "prove himself" to people

Bio: warrior-of-many-fights was part of a very Spartan-like tribe, very similar to Sparta. warrior's mother was killed at due to being Handi-capped in a stair accident and warriors father was a soldier so He was pretty alone for his childhood until he had to go on a Quest of Acceptance. in which warriors had to venture out into the wilderness and bring something of value back to the tribe. this may be Weapons. horses. Ships. land. anything. so warriors spent most of his life on his quest of acceptance until he found a volunteer program to go to Analand. wanting to prove himself to his Tribe, he volunteered hoping to find something useful,

Other: Naw. lets go explore analand

Warrior of many fights REJECTED. Name makes no sense, bio is hard to follow, and you havent read the rules.

ill make a cs later today, if thats alright.

Sorry it took so long. Sites been wonky for me all day.
Name: Conan Trant

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:
Armor

Personality: Normally Solemn and stern unless enraged or challenged in a fight in which case he becomes violent and wild.
Bio: Originally from a war-torn land, Conan was literally born on a battlefield. When fighting had spilled into his village, His mother was forced to give birth to him right amidst the fighting. Fate had truly smiled on them that day, for the attackers were driven out and and the newly-born Conan and his mother were fortunate enough to survive the battle. His birth was seen a good omen and his mother named him after the chief deity of their people to mark this.

Conan lived with his mother in their village but it was anything but peaceful. He grew up seeing people he loved die on an almost weekly basis as war continued to wage across the land and everyday it seemed to get closer and closer to home. Most of the men had left to join in the fighting and this made Conan question the whereabouts of his father. His mother told him that his father was a mercenary from Analand who had fought in their land's war and had left with his company when they had pulled out of the conflict. Conan was always wary and skeptical of them since he had never met him but his mother was still lovestruck and she spoke of him highly and one day promised to take Conan from the war-stricken land to be with him. That promise never came to pass as the fighting broke out near their village again, razing it to the ground and claiming his mothers life. The village in ruins and surrounded by corpses Conan wept as he held his mother's body. After that he had no where to go. He traversed the land and continued to witness the acts brought about by its war, and instead of shying away he instead embraced it. War became his teacher and he learned everything it taught graciously. He became skilled in the art of the sword and fighting, as well as a tactician from watching the strategies preformed in his land's war.

When he was seventeen he finally afforded passage to Analand where through sheer luck he had met his long lost father, recognizing him by the pendant that his mother had given him before he left. The man trained him further and brought him into the mercenary business apart of the company he now headed, The Night Dogs.

Conan took to the mercenary life well, and when his father passed away from illness when he twenty he took command of the Night Dogs in his place. The Night Dogs were among the people contracted by the king to colonize the new continent as protection.

Other: Is known as The Wild Hound for his temperament when dealing with hostile enemies, and his relentless strategies. Wear a pendant that originally belonged to his mother until she gave to his father who in turn passed it to him on his deathbed. Has a bad reputation with pirates after his company destroyed a few crews at Shipwreck Cove.

Conan Trant accepted! Once we have one more accepted applicant, i will make the first IC post. Nobody post before that.

Ill get to work
RIght NOW!

WIP
App: (Don't fill this is.)
you know i could make a really awesome shipwrecked cove

Name: Charak Dantheo

Age: 17

Gender: Boy

Race: Gnome (FOR gnomeregan!)

Appearance:

Personality: (How do they act?)

Bio: (Their life story)

Other: (Anything you'd like to add?)

Minds gone blank. Sorry Grn might have to pull out on this one... :(

Aww man... ugh, i just hope i get one more applicant at least.

UGH! I hate it when i get the double-post glitch....

I'll write an app in a few. This one seems interesting.

i dont want this to die...

App:

Name: En'en Micha

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Race: Red Eyes

Appearance: 5'5"

Personality: A major hot head with both a napoleon and superiority complex. En has been known to incinerate many who may cross her. She is often serious and tends to like things done in very specific ways. She hates being wrong but she rarely is. She's very knowledgeable on many things. Easily frustrated and a bit childish.

Bio: En lived as a noble. Coming from a strict household she was always taught that close enough was too far. Both her mother and her father kept her away from most other children, leaving her isolated and with poor social skills but very intelligent. Her family often traveled the noble lands and tutored princes and princesses and the heirs of the duchy. Her family always told her that those who taught, were the real leaders.

Other: Shipwreck Cove

En'en Micha accepted. I will start the IC later today.