The Great War was never meant to last as long as it did. It was never meant to go on for twenty years, twenty years of death and destruction, twenty years of towns and homes being erased from the very ground they stood. The worst part? After the dust settled on this twenty year war, there was no victor, only ruin. The great kingdoms that once stood with their Sacred Flames burning brightly were nothing more than fallen rubble, the Flames that once burned, extinguished. Now among the ruin, all races alike try to rebuild some form of society, but with bandits running rampant, and small factions still waging battle, it is near impossible. Without the Sacred Flames, evil from beyond have entered the world, killing and destroying what the war had spared. Only the strongest, the smartest, or the most cunning can survive this new world. Many believe that the bloodlines of the royals, the only ones who can reignite the Sacred Flames, have ended with the war, but others remain hopeful, hopeful to a point that some have ventured to seek out the surviving bloodlines and restore the three kingdoms to their former glory. Their searches have born no fruit, but still the hope exists. "Restore the kingdoms, restore your home." So as the title says, this is a modern fantasy, so modern technologies such as radios, televisions, and electric lights are a thing. However, since this is post apoc, most of your tech will be salvaged and built on your own. As it is now, cellular towers are down, so only short wave radios are the most effective means of ranged communication (minus screaming at people from far away, which in hindsight isnt all that effective... or stealthy... just sayin). In this world, guns and gunpowder do not exist, so swords, shields, maces, etc are your weapon choices. Magic does exist, so... yeah... be a damn wizard for all I care. Rules: No godmodding No mary sues all rpg rules apply Sexy times either fade to black or go to pm Since their are 3 kingdoms, I will allow 3 royals Now, CS time: Name: Age: from which kingdom: what were you doing during the war?: Race (provide a subrace of your race holds such a thing: Personality: what do you do now?: weapon of choice: bio: (if you want a royal, pm me, it is meant to be a secret of who is and isnt the royalty) The kingdoms: Deradoth: the kingdom of trade and commerce. With their ever variant supply of food, clothing, and other items, they have made for a great trade kingdom to all the land. Their Sacred Flame holds the symbol of an eagle. Grethorn: the kingdom of education. all great scholars come here to further their studies and meet with all the intellectuals of the lands, their Sacred flame holds the symbol of an owl. Fredon: The kingdom of military strength. With their discipline and strength, they have been known as the birthplace of heroes. They were actually the ones most interested in ending the war peacefully, rather than with bloodshed. Their Sacred Flame hold the symbol of that of a wolf.

Hey, Oscar Wilde, I think I can roll with this bath tub. We need some more beef jerky though. Who are these kingdoms you speak of? Were they different to each other? I.e, one very advanced, another backwards and the third reliant on magic? I'd like to kknow who my fast food chef turned royalty finder is trying to restore to the throne. Edit: Scratch that. Did I just spectacularly not read half your post? How awesome of me. My bad. Let me snort some moe coke and try again.

Name: Chant (She won't reveal her full name to anybody) Age: 23 Race: Wolfkin from which kingdom: Fredon what were you doing during the war?: Chant never talks about her time before the War, but she has a few heirlooms that tell her story to people insightful enough to listen. Her locket, engraved with Fredon's mark, contains a picture of her mother and never leaves her person. Her bracelet, wrought in silver, is engraved with her name, with most of it worn smooth deliberately. Her sword is kept in perfect condition, maintained every night without fail, and when asked she proudly tells anybody that it was a gift from her father. what do you do now?: Chant is a mercenary, traveling from town to town taking requests from the people struggling to build their communities. She never takes part in the skirmishes left over from the war, however, unless soldiers from Fredon are there. She collects magical trinkets, potions and other odds and ends she thinks might help her out of a tight spot. weapon of choice: Great Fang, a behemoth of a sword, is Chant's personal weapon. It's so heavy, most people can't hope to hold it off the ground, but Chant is gifted with superhuman strength, so she has no problem wielding it one handed. Other: Chant's coat is made of a special cloth called 'Counter Weave', which repels weapons as well as a suit of iron armor, and maintains the light weight and flexibility of cloth.

Edit: Scratch that. Did I just spectacularly not read half your post? How awesome of me. My bad. Let me snort some moe coke and try again.

Moe coke? but actually, you didn't misread his post, he's just really lame at doing things. He edited it in just now.

Name: Davin Forreck Age: 24 from which kingdom: Fredon what were you doing during the war?: Before the war, he was a young footsoldier just out of training. Wanting to follow in his father's footsteps, he had hopes of becoming a great war hero.He came out as the top of his class, quickly going up in the ranks of his fellow cadets, finding favor of his commanding officer. But staying fair, he did not accept any kind of advantage provided to him, wishing to earn all of his honors the right way. Race (provide a subrace of your race holds such a thing: Beastkin, sub-race: Wolfkin. Personality: Davin is disciplined in the sense that he knows when he needs to avoid or pursue a fight. He holds no personal grudges with any race as he tends to judge all by the way they act and hold themselves. Should he be angered what do you do now?: Davin currently is a guard for hire for caravaners, providing the muscle needed to keep away any bandits that may attack. weapon of choice: an steel mace that belonged to his father during the war. it holds an enchantment in it so that it will never dull or diminish in condition. Aside from this, he also holds a special amulet passed down by his family line that has the ability to transform him into a lycan form. When he assumes this form, it is hard for him to maintain his human mind, and if angered enough, can go into a fighting frenzy, attacking friend and foe alike. Wearing the amulet tends to make him more animalistic as well, more short tempered and ready to fight. bio: Aside from being trained as a soldier, Davin spent much of his time with friends, either watching television or out playing as any ordinary boy. However, when the war proceeded to attack his home straight on, he joined ranks and fought alongside his Fredon brethren. Many years he had fought, and many friends he had watched dying. When the war had ended, he traveled from settlement to settlement, taking whatever jobs he can. wolf form:

Edit: Scratch that. Did I just spectacularly not read half your post? How awesome of me. My bad. Let me snort some moe coke and try again.

Moe coke? but actually, you didn't misread his post, he's just really lame at doing things. He edited it in just now.

love you too chukkle

Name: Ken Meatlepair Age: 26 From which kingdom: Grethorn What were you doing during the war?: Latrine Cleaner Race: Human? Human! Personality: Hot tempered, and frantic. Hates to sit still, and is very impatient. Thinks everyone is an idiot to some degree. What do you do now?: Food Vendor weapon of choice: Large frying pan bio: Ken is, and always has been an underachiever. He failed at school, which was bad considering the kingdom he was born into, and ridiculed for most of early life by his parents and siblings for this. When war broke out, he was conscripted, but due to a mixture of bad luck and incompetence, was demoted to a toilet cleaner. He spent most of the war therefore cleaning toilets and performing other unsanitary roles. As the war ended, Ken's shameful and grizzly job proved a mixed blessing. Kept away from the frontlines, he naturally survived unscathed and returned home to find his family were no longer living there. It didn't take long for Ken to realise that the only thing apocalyptic society needed was easy food, and so he established a small food outlet that thrived on stray dogs and cats.

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