Can one be disheartened by nothing? Can one become entwined so deeply with emptiness that it becomes you? Will an eternity of mimicry perfect the mirror?
It was a ponderous, placid thought; given form by flaring and flickering constellations of gold. The words were slow, pluming and orange in the umbral womb of a long dead reality. Interred by the woe of countless bygone whispers; entombed in their regrets. There was a heavy rushing of the sluggish flames, breaking their whimsical ascent and chasing them into the distant, wild ether. Why? It queried into the darkness, its eternal tone perturbed by a touch of mourning. In the distance, unseen barriers let loose a crack that resounded throughout the dark suspension. Constellations flickered and rearranged themselves in response.
Why? It put forth again, straining from the spaces betwixt golden stars; strecthing forth countless shadow-hands from its nebulous prison. They spread like serpents, slithering across the nothing; blind and groping for purchase. Are there none left? Is it merely I? Have they fled their broken cycles and buried this world in its final hour? The seeking appendages halted, straining against the tenebrous shackles that held them; fingers straining and finally disintegrating.
Flames of orange and indigo kissed in the darkness, under the watchful gaze of countless golden stars; drifting outward and upward until they ceased to be. Silence took up its mantle and the wreckage of what had been remained still, for a moment; followed by a sudden cacophony.
From the distance, a piercing light shone through. First a single lance. Then a wave that touched on the adumbral shore, throwing errant beams forward; slicing into the graveshard. Soon, the constellations were awash in a sea of radiance; a small undulating nimbus the only hint to their presence.
"Old Devourer, you've never been more dull than today" came a teasing whisper, in the aftermath of the great sound...it was little more than static, almost below the creature's perception. Its hands burst furiously from between the floating orbs, open and grasping, a resounding groan echoing from within the darkness still contained between them.
"Right now, reality is falling apart. The seed of the next cycle is being chosen, as we speak. All of my plans have failed, except one. The most important one; you."
It strained to see the gentle voice beyond the swirling ink, but could only see a tiny silhouette amidst the shining light.
"So, how about it; you wanna be free?"
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Alright! That was the flavor intro for Cracks in The Sky//Core Catastrophe. This is an RP heavily inspired by anime and themes involving; the human psyche, reinterpretations of reality, alternate realities and hell, even school life. If the modern touches aren't what you prefer, that's fine! This adventure will occur between two separate worlds; our mundane (though probably not for long), modern world and a fantastic, if a bit nightmarish, alternate world...more in the vein of fantasy. I intend to place a heavy emphasis on character interaction and development as well as the story that (I hope) we will be creating together.
I appreciate you taking the time to read that, and once more for reading this bit of chatter. I'd also like to apologize for the lack of any complex or eye-catching coding, because I, well, would really just like to role play. ONTO THE GOOD STUFF!
1) This RP will be taking place in two alternate worlds. One will center around the bustling hub of New Graeline City, a city located somewhere, or another in the world. The second will be a world called Navain and, while not a mirror of our characters' world; will certainly be influenced by it. Most likely, you will be playing a teenager or young adult who lives in this city and has at least seen the other players. Or, really, you could play one of the bad guys; your call. Slots will be limited, either way.
2) There is a lot going on here, that has been planned out from prior role plays and incarnations of this series. I would provide a link, so you could have an idea as to what I mean; but, unfortunately, it was lost when the old RPGuild when down. Stand assured, though, that I am compiling the information and preparing it for your sweet digestion. For now, it is of note that your character will be one of the Pariah Dreams (most likely); a group of heroes who are present in each cycle, who awaken to their abilities during a predestined time and travel between the two worlds. These powers are thematic, yes, because each Pariah Dream will have a designated title (you get to choose from the list, once its up), but are as flexible as you, the player, can be. Right now, I know information is slim; but I'll do my best to answer any questions you may have.
3) I expect two and a half to three good paragraphs. I know, sometimes, its hard to work with what you're given; or you, yourself aren't feeling terribly creative. That's fine, I don't mind. But, mind you, this is the minimum; I welcome and appreciate more.
N'that's it for now! I know it's rough, but, eh, it's an Interest Check.
I'll be glad to take questions, here or through PM. Thanks again!
It was a ponderous, placid thought; given form by flaring and flickering constellations of gold. The words were slow, pluming and orange in the umbral womb of a long dead reality. Interred by the woe of countless bygone whispers; entombed in their regrets. There was a heavy rushing of the sluggish flames, breaking their whimsical ascent and chasing them into the distant, wild ether. Why? It queried into the darkness, its eternal tone perturbed by a touch of mourning. In the distance, unseen barriers let loose a crack that resounded throughout the dark suspension. Constellations flickered and rearranged themselves in response.
Why? It put forth again, straining from the spaces betwixt golden stars; strecthing forth countless shadow-hands from its nebulous prison. They spread like serpents, slithering across the nothing; blind and groping for purchase. Are there none left? Is it merely I? Have they fled their broken cycles and buried this world in its final hour? The seeking appendages halted, straining against the tenebrous shackles that held them; fingers straining and finally disintegrating.
Flames of orange and indigo kissed in the darkness, under the watchful gaze of countless golden stars; drifting outward and upward until they ceased to be. Silence took up its mantle and the wreckage of what had been remained still, for a moment; followed by a sudden cacophony.
From the distance, a piercing light shone through. First a single lance. Then a wave that touched on the adumbral shore, throwing errant beams forward; slicing into the graveshard. Soon, the constellations were awash in a sea of radiance; a small undulating nimbus the only hint to their presence.
"Old Devourer, you've never been more dull than today" came a teasing whisper, in the aftermath of the great sound...it was little more than static, almost below the creature's perception. Its hands burst furiously from between the floating orbs, open and grasping, a resounding groan echoing from within the darkness still contained between them.
"Right now, reality is falling apart. The seed of the next cycle is being chosen, as we speak. All of my plans have failed, except one. The most important one; you."
It strained to see the gentle voice beyond the swirling ink, but could only see a tiny silhouette amidst the shining light.
"So, how about it; you wanna be free?"
- - - - -
Alright! That was the flavor intro for Cracks in The Sky//Core Catastrophe. This is an RP heavily inspired by anime and themes involving; the human psyche, reinterpretations of reality, alternate realities and hell, even school life. If the modern touches aren't what you prefer, that's fine! This adventure will occur between two separate worlds; our mundane (though probably not for long), modern world and a fantastic, if a bit nightmarish, alternate world...more in the vein of fantasy. I intend to place a heavy emphasis on character interaction and development as well as the story that (I hope) we will be creating together.
I appreciate you taking the time to read that, and once more for reading this bit of chatter. I'd also like to apologize for the lack of any complex or eye-catching coding, because I, well, would really just like to role play. ONTO THE GOOD STUFF!
1) This RP will be taking place in two alternate worlds. One will center around the bustling hub of New Graeline City, a city located somewhere, or another in the world. The second will be a world called Navain and, while not a mirror of our characters' world; will certainly be influenced by it. Most likely, you will be playing a teenager or young adult who lives in this city and has at least seen the other players. Or, really, you could play one of the bad guys; your call. Slots will be limited, either way.
2) There is a lot going on here, that has been planned out from prior role plays and incarnations of this series. I would provide a link, so you could have an idea as to what I mean; but, unfortunately, it was lost when the old RPGuild when down. Stand assured, though, that I am compiling the information and preparing it for your sweet digestion. For now, it is of note that your character will be one of the Pariah Dreams (most likely); a group of heroes who are present in each cycle, who awaken to their abilities during a predestined time and travel between the two worlds. These powers are thematic, yes, because each Pariah Dream will have a designated title (you get to choose from the list, once its up), but are as flexible as you, the player, can be. Right now, I know information is slim; but I'll do my best to answer any questions you may have.
3) I expect two and a half to three good paragraphs. I know, sometimes, its hard to work with what you're given; or you, yourself aren't feeling terribly creative. That's fine, I don't mind. But, mind you, this is the minimum; I welcome and appreciate more.
N'that's it for now! I know it's rough, but, eh, it's an Interest Check.
I'll be glad to take questions, here or through PM. Thanks again!
