Genre: Fantasy, High
Keywords: Fantasy, Romance, Magic, Traveling, Dark Fantasy, Good v Evil, Opposites Attract, World Building.
Plot:
The world is innocent, blissfully unaware of the darkness looming on the horizon. The Five Pillars of the world, the five kingdoms of Ulset, Amaranth, Belian, Mardoth, and Tzarian have been at peace these long years, the last of the great wars ending nearly five hundred years ago, and the reasons almost all but forgotten. Small feuds still erupt, noble houses warring with one another over trivial things like land, and wealth, but all in all, the peace has held. But the stories remain. Children are raised with common bed time tales of war between nations. Of battle fields littered with the dead as far as the eye can see. Of a broken land, burnt by magic’s flame, the ground rent, the soul of the world torn and bleeding from the veins of it’s people as the green of the ground is stained crimson and forever tainted. Man kind had, at one point, stood on the brink of destruction, but stepped back from that ledge. It is not to say that people do not harm each other, that armies no longer collide, that war has lost itself amongst this world: only that the great wars have stopped.
In the Ironwood, a forested region nestled in the south of Belian, lies the small town of Doman’s Crossing. A community of farmers and villagers, a small, back water place where the old blood sings, and the touch of Belian’s King has been long since felt. A part of the kingdom, but only by lines on a map. No tax collectors have been seen in Belian in nearly a generation, nearly two since any of the King’s guard have come.. They belong, and yet, they have been forgotten. In forgotten Doman’s Crossing, a shadow manifests itself dark against the night, a crow flies against the full moon, and the Eldest dies in prayer. Under three omens is the baby born… and the world turn on.
Sixteen years have passed, and the world has changed much. Tensions are high. The world is on the brink of another war. There is whisper of treachery, deceit. Unrest covers the land, dims the light. The shadow grows bolder… They say HE rises again.
Requirements: Advanced Level.
Multiple Characters Required.
Pm interest for further discussion / information.
I will play a possible of 2 different plot threads within this world. The storylines will be different, yet contained in the same world, and running simultaneously.
Keywords: Fantasy, Romance, Magic, Traveling, Dark Fantasy, Good v Evil, Opposites Attract, World Building.
Plot:
The world is innocent, blissfully unaware of the darkness looming on the horizon. The Five Pillars of the world, the five kingdoms of Ulset, Amaranth, Belian, Mardoth, and Tzarian have been at peace these long years, the last of the great wars ending nearly five hundred years ago, and the reasons almost all but forgotten. Small feuds still erupt, noble houses warring with one another over trivial things like land, and wealth, but all in all, the peace has held. But the stories remain. Children are raised with common bed time tales of war between nations. Of battle fields littered with the dead as far as the eye can see. Of a broken land, burnt by magic’s flame, the ground rent, the soul of the world torn and bleeding from the veins of it’s people as the green of the ground is stained crimson and forever tainted. Man kind had, at one point, stood on the brink of destruction, but stepped back from that ledge. It is not to say that people do not harm each other, that armies no longer collide, that war has lost itself amongst this world: only that the great wars have stopped.
In the Ironwood, a forested region nestled in the south of Belian, lies the small town of Doman’s Crossing. A community of farmers and villagers, a small, back water place where the old blood sings, and the touch of Belian’s King has been long since felt. A part of the kingdom, but only by lines on a map. No tax collectors have been seen in Belian in nearly a generation, nearly two since any of the King’s guard have come.. They belong, and yet, they have been forgotten. In forgotten Doman’s Crossing, a shadow manifests itself dark against the night, a crow flies against the full moon, and the Eldest dies in prayer. Under three omens is the baby born… and the world turn on.
Sixteen years have passed, and the world has changed much. Tensions are high. The world is on the brink of another war. There is whisper of treachery, deceit. Unrest covers the land, dims the light. The shadow grows bolder… They say HE rises again.
Requirements: Advanced Level.
Multiple Characters Required.
Pm interest for further discussion / information.
I will play a possible of 2 different plot threads within this world. The storylines will be different, yet contained in the same world, and running simultaneously.