[OOC] The Prophecy

[Dark Jack]

The Prophecy OOC - Epic High Fantasy Adventure

Introduction
This is a roleplay quite beyond the regular standards when it comes to the incredible extent of details that are determined about the world in which it takes place, as well as those that will be determined before its completion. But at the same time as the world is elaborately defined, the plot of the roleplay offers great freedom within the bounds of the world. The main plot of this roleplay is that of an epic medieval adventure fantasy tale, with major plot-points partially derived from the series novels called The Prophecy, with most details taken from the first book of the yet unpublished series The Prophecy of the Withering by L. K. Petersen aka Dark Jack (that would be me).
The style of the roleplay is that the storyline is extremely flexible, allowing the players to take their characters on detours and side-quests of their own design if they so chose, while only main plot-events are predetermined, although the outcome of these might not be. The roleplay will, aside from the main adventure-element, also have elements of war, and it offers the freedom for the players to even make it a semi-social roleplay in which their characters may develop relationships, and even marry and have children, as long as it does not cripple the plot for the rest of the players.

The Nomad's Prophecy
The prophecy spoken by the Nomad at the end of the Age of Darkness, just before he disappeared and was never seen again. "The Foe" is presumed to refer to Kreshtaat, the Lord of Darkness and the leader of all demons of the Lower Plane.

Once there shall be a disaster like never before,
Which will shame the rich and crush the poor,
Because even with the Spirits on our side
Break, will the once-great Divide.
The land in the middle a curse will suffer,
That will turn father on son, sister on brother.
Lives will wither away and be gone,
A darkness will shatter all hope as we know,
In the lands of sand, in the lands of snow.
In the end, this evil will have spared none.
A new Age of Darkness will arrive,
And will try to mortals their freedom deprive,
Gods and demons, locked in eternal battle,
And mortals in the middle, the helpless cattle.
But amidst what is already bad,
There is a greater evil to be had.
The Foe will rise once more,
Step onto a world covered in gore.
Unless all unite against this beast,
He will upon the world return to feast.
Death it is, a being of madness,
Of power unmatched rage and sadness.
Pray, for fate will truly be grim,
The Foe will end this world on its whim.

Additional details about the Planes (The Prophecy-universe) are available in the Compendium.

Guidelines
I realize that many of these guidelines are probably superfluous, but bear with me; it is better to be safe than sorry.
- All character applications are posted in this thread.
- No godmoding. Don’t go around and controlling other people’s characters, that’s just annoying.
- No instant death. Actually links to the previous rule, since it requires that you control another character to kill it. Another player-controlled character can only die if the RP'er agrees beforehand.
- Kissing, hugging and such is allowed, and so is mating to a certain extent – but do NOT go around and describe the entire act of mating. If anything, make a time-skip from when the act begins to when it ends. We don’t want any vulgarities here. Take it to PMs if you really need to type it out.
- While there are no direct limits on how powerful your character may be, nor what race it can be, please refrain from being completely invincible. Remember, there are others playing here too. If your character is too politically or personally powerful, I reserve the right to require you to change the character or outright deny it.
- Posting is not allowed until I have approved your character.
- Each IC post should maintain a decent length and should offer at least some development for your character or the plot. The current minimum length of IC posts is two proper paragraphs, but I retain the right to change this at any time. The quality of your writing should be at least borderline advanced.
- Once it is your turn to post, please at least give a situation- and/or progress-report if you are delayed from posting by a week, and another periodically at least once a week from then, if the delay becomes extreme. If you expect to be unable to post for two weeks or more, please tell us in advance.
- If you find yourself unable to post for a long period of time (a month or more), please consider allowing for your character to be carried during your incapacitation, preferably while giving relatively brief and manageable instructions on how to handle this OOC.
- Communicate. If there is any doubt as to which player is the next to post, please address this doubt OOC as soon as possible; ask if the other player intends to post rather than waiting to see if they will. In fact if you have questions in general, don't hold back: a question asked is potentially a mistake avoided.

The story until now...

Previously, in The Prophecy:
Having been lured to the grand annual black market gathering at the settlement of Borstown in the duchy of Nemhim, agents in service of various organizations of good and evil alike, among these being those destined to be the first members of the Companions, went in search of an alleged cure for the Withering that was supposed to be auctioned off this day. When the "cure" was finally revealed, however, it turned out that the auction was in fact an elaborate trap by the Crusader's Guild with the purpose of eliminating competition in search for the cure to increase the odds of them ultimately having monopoly on said cure if it was ever discovered.
Unfortunately for the scheming crusaders their plot was foiled when several knowledgeable individuals in the crowd recognized the "cure" as actually being the highly volatile alchemical substance known as Liquid Fire, and the auctioneer's plans to sacrifice himself to catch the seekers of the cure in an explosion were thwarted, the auctioneer killed and the Liquid Fire recovered safely. Many died in the ensuing struggle between the gathered seekers of the cure and the remaining crusader forces in Borstown, but thanks mainly to the efforts of the future Companions the crusader forces were wiped out and most of the seekers survived the encounter.
In the aftermath of the battle the first Companions finally gathered to meet for the first time and, united by their common desire to see an end to the Withering, they agreed to combine forces for the sake of ending the plague. Under leadership of Squire Jaelnec of the Will, the Companions uncovered information from the vanquished crusaders that information on the Withering could be found in the village of Shrubnest, and so their quest began.

In Shrubnest, the Companions found both new allies and new enemies, for as was soon discovered the grand manor overlooking the village had been besieged by even more cultists of the Crusader's Guild, as they, too, sought to claim the holder of information there. Luckily the crusaders were weakened in the wake of a goblin assault, and after a precarious battle, the Companions were ultimately triumphant, and with the crusader-threat gone from the forest-settlement, the Companions entered the manor to claim what they had come for.
The master of the manor turned out to be one Gerald Glass, an arcane sorcerer and scholar who was exiled from Zerul for the practice of necromancy. From him, the Companions learned much of the Withering, including that it is not a disease of the body, but of the soul, gradually draining the energy of those inflicted with the dread plague until they eventually succumbed, leaving little doubt that the Withering is truly of magical nature and inflicted upon the world intentionally. Even more worrisome was the fact that Gerald, as a necromancer, had observed that the Withering appeared to devour every last shred of the soul, making it very likely that those claimed by the Withering were not only killed by it, but were eventually completely erased from existence and denied even the possibility of an afterlife.
Luckily they also found hope in Shrubnest, for Gerald knew of several locations throughout Rodoria where those afflicted with the plague had supposedly recovered inexplicably, and one of the Companions - a free deigan by the name of Meila - turned out to have a father that was apparently one of the lucky few that had experienced such a miraculous recovery. After some discussion, the Companions eventually decided to seek out Meila's father in Zerul City, and Gerald agreed to follow them, albeit only as far as to the Anaxim Forest, another site of recurring inexplicable recoveries.
As the Companions rested at the Shrubnest manor, however, an unknown force of darkness in their midst began to awaken in one Paladin of Liya, which was in fact an abomination in disguise: the result of a union between a demonspawn and its own Dread Mother, a True Child of Himyth, known among demonspawn as their True Sister. While most were ignorant or at least unsuspicious of this, the Sekalyn warrior and follower of Koraakan, Aemoten, grew wary of the deceiver and beseeched his deity to learn the truth of her. Armed with this new knowledge Aemoten went to Jaelnec to recommend that they slew this vile fiend before it could do more harm. Young, naïve and feeling a debt towards the True Child, however, Jaelnec refused, opting instead to keep the true nature of their dark passenger a secret from the rest of the Companions, and their knowledge thereof a secret from the True Child herself.

The Companions set out the next day and began the journey towards Zerul City, but as it turned out, the road to their destination was fraught with perils. The ephemeral peace that settled over the Companions from the monotony of the road came to an abrupt end when the Companions set up camp for the night in the forest of Schaxathris, the site of the ruins of an ancient Grand Church of Reina built by the Gazzeral when they still ruled the land. Here the Companions encountered other travelers, but none more fateful than Thaler the Daywalker, who was unfortunate enough to encounter the True Child alone in the ruined church. Thaler used a mysterious power upon the True Child which disoriented the fiend and caused her to stumble further into the ruins.
When the other Companions arrived in search of the True Child, they found only Thaler, ambushed by vampires that made the church their lair. Combat ensued, and although the vampires proved formidable foes they were slain as any others that had stood before the Companions, but not before the True Child - cut off from the others as she was - had been terribly wounded, and a deep-seated distrust had been sown between her and Thaler, who joined the Companions. Or so it would seem, but in reality, her condition was due to her almost regaining her true form as a three-quarter demon.
But even with the vampires gone, the Companions' trials in Schaxathris were not yet over. For reasons unknown - perhaps as retribution for his vampire followers, perhaps for a design beyond mortal comprehension or perhaps just for his own amusement - Rilon's meddling hand came to rest upon the shoulder of a Companion called Immanuel, and by Rilon's will, Immanuel became a soulless being known as a Harvester. The Companions fought the Harvester briefly, but although it appeared they could ward off the nightmarish monster Immanuel had become it was clear that they had no means to destroy him. Luckily Immanuel, perhaps drawing upon the last remnants of his rapidly fading humanity, decided to leave rather than persist attacking the Companions, and went to the west. The remaining Companions, while shaken, survived, and the next day continued their journey.

When the Companions reached the Anaxim Forest, and the time to part ways with Gerald finally came, they were faced with yet another emergency, for as they stood upon the fringe of the grand and ancient forest, a Melenian hunter called Natyr emerged from amongst the trees, hunted by more than two hundred savage goblins, which now counted the Companions as their prey, forcing them to defend themselves. The Companions fought valiantly, but the goblins were abundant and relentless in their assault, and although the Companions miraculously all survived the desperate struggle, none emerged unscathed. As the last goblin fell, Gerald was nowhere to be seen, having vanished into the forest and abandoned the rest to their own devices.
The blame for their bad fortune in the battle was blamed mostly on the True Child, who had charged the enemy when she had been instructed to stand her ground and thus broken formation. Jaelnec tried his best to keep the peace in their own ranks, but preventing enmity within the group proved impossible, and as the True Child descended further and further into darkness, her rivalry with Aemoten and Thaler intensified.
Sadly, this was not enough trials for one day, for as the Companions left the blood-soaked battlefield littered with goblin corpses, they ventured to a nearby pond to recuperate and set up camp for the night. Alas, when Jaelnec tried to restore peace to the group here, all he ultimately managed to do was to antagonize the True Child enough so that she lashed out at him emotionally, setting into motion a chain of events that lead to Jaelnec briefly becoming the avatar of an unknown primal entity before being pacified, and this, in turn, finally made the True Child reveal her true form. She and several of the other Companions fought a bloody battle, one which ended lives and left many scarred on body and soul alike, for in her real form, the True Child was powerful indeed. Jaelnec, upon recovering from his momentary possession, was so confused and in such emotional turmoil that he attacked Aemoten rather than the fiend, and although the attack was prevented, the deed could not be undone.
In the end, it would seem that this battle would end with the deaths of the True Child and Aemoten both, but in the last possible moment an enigmatic masked figure appeared out of nowhere to stop the fight. He seized the True Child, and the two vanished, leaving the Companions to lick their wounds before traveling onwards, significantly fewer in numbers and all bearing the marks of the betrayal upon if not their flesh then at least their minds.
Burdened by the consequences of his decision to keep the True Child alive and protect her as a comrade, Jaelnec found that he no longer found himself worthy of leadership and forfeited the position to Aemoten, who accepted and became the new leader of the Companions. Under his guidance, they ventured on.

Several days passed before the Companions reached a small ferry across the Sloth's River, where they found that Jillian, a witch - a practitioner of black magic who had fled Zerul City shortly before, leaving only the corpses of those who would stop her in her wake - had massacred everyone present at the site of the ferry with a spell gone out of control, and although Brand, a Cleric of Hazzergash, tried to protect her and cover up what had happened, Jillian's insolence eventually caused first Brand to turn against her, and then Hazzergash's flames to turn against Brand. Although Jaelnec tried to save the demon-worshipper, Brand perished from his injuries, his death ultimately inevitable.
The Wayward Witch, however, survived, and although they would not tolerate her company because of what she had done and the way she behaved, the Companions spared Jillian's life. After giving her a helping hand and some supplies for the road, the Companions parted ways with Jillian and headed across Sloth's River on their own, continuing their journey towards Zerul City and their destination. They would need supplies themselves to make this journey, though, and had one last stop before the city itself, in a small border-post of Zerul.

Although things appeared to finally proceed smoothly for the Companions, dark events took place during their stay at the Zerulic border-post that would quickly lead to what was doubtlessly the greatest threat they had yet faced. In the dark of night, Thaler's dreams were haunted by Rilon the Blood God, who was then revealed to have been her nameless tormentor since her early childhood. In a moment of weakness Thaler made a deal with Rilon, and learned his identity in return for taking up the god's Relic, Black Thorn, becoming his champion and shedding blood in his name.
Upon waking, the Companions was confronted with this deal as the god's sword had materialized with Thaler, and Aemoten refused to accept this. He demanded that Thaler rid herself of Black Thorn, suggesting trading the Relic to another god in return for protection against Rilon's vengeance; an idea that Thaler did not agree with. During their arguing over this, their exchange was witnessed by what proved to be Blood Crows - avian agents of Rilon's will - and through them Rilon learned of their plans and immediately moved to prevent the loss of his Relic.
A perilous struggle ensued, for even as Thaler beseeched the god Koraakan to help them and offering him Black Thorn for his assistance, Rilon stirred even more horrors from beneath the border-post: a group of yths. As the fight went on, the Companions fending off the creatures from below while Rilon and Koraakan clashed in an effort to claim Black Thorn, it became clear that this was no normal infestation of yths. Though the creatures initially encountered merely seemed to possess coordination and intelligence unusual for their kind, soon an yth emerged that had clearly been altered by piaan, and which proved to have previously been shackled to a wall in the basement.
Even so the yths were slain, though several guardsmen lost their lives fighting them. Rilon would not suffer the Companions’ success, however, and manifested a second incarnation in the form of a child of himself to deal with them personally. Incredibly Olan, somehow able to resist the Blood God’s commands, managed to destroy that body, only to be subsequently mauled by the hands of another incarnation of Rilon, suffering a grievous and mortal wound. At this time Koraakan wrestled Black Thorn from its maker, however, and through the influence of the Relic and by the terms of Thaler’s deal, he bid Rilon to depart and healed all of the Companions. Olan, however, had lost his memory to the ordeal.
Though order was restored, the peace did not last long as the nature of the yths was questioned. It was discovered that the commanders of the border-post, a lieutenant and a sergeant of the Ducal Guard, were behind the yths, though for different reasons. While the lieutenant repented and surrendered, the sergeant proved to be the true orchestrator of the crime, and turned out to be an agent of the Death Clan. Consuming a strange artifact, he claimed to become the “First Nephelim” through the essence of Kreshtaat, and though he faced both Aemoten and Jaelnec, he proved a fearsome opponent indeed, even managing to chip Jaelnec’s supposedly indestructible Sartal sword.
Once the cultist was dead and the lieutenant in chains, calm settled anew, and as the dust settled, the Companions set out to continue their journey.

On their way to Zerul City the Companions encountered a strange group of foreign people, recuperating after a battle against a ravenous lohk: Claw, Iridiel and Domhnall. Finding at least the latter two agreeable, the Companions decided to stay with them a while, which provided especially Aemoten with some much-needed rest. It would appear that Iridiel and Domhnall will accompany the Companions to Zerul City when they continue on their way.

Meanwhile, Jillian began her own tale, forging southward with the intent of entering the Anaxim Forest in search of Gerald, purpose and power. But her tale did not look to have a gentle start, for as she entered she was addressed by Anaxim - an ancient Living Wood, the true nature of the Anaxim Forest - which revealed that the forest was under assault by the Crusader's Guild as the cultists sought to recover the Demon Prison of Hazzergash, which was revealed to have been hidden in the forest for millennia. Two thousand men were pitted against the forest, lead by Kevalorn the Holy himself, a man pretending to be a high priest but who is in fact an avatar hosting the disembodied spirit of Hazzergash himself. The forest was preparing a desperate defense to hold back the invaders, and as Jillian offered her assistance in this, she was taken to Gariel Downs deep within the forest by the green dragon Lailonsaire. There she and the other defenders of the forest awaited the enemy approaching from the south, which marched upon them en masse, bringing with them ferocious belagons and vicious wyverns.
The forest brought all of its forces and strength to bear on the Guild, used every trick at its disposal, but while the wyvern-riders rule the sky, the Anaximite defenders falter before the sheer numbers of the crusaders. Jillian and her new ally, Gerald Glass, made a valiant attempt at turning the tide of the battle by wiping out the skyward menaces, exhausting their entire magical reserve to in order to clear the way for the last gambit of Anaxim; two dragon sisters, who decimated the groundbound crusader forces. But alas, even as the crusader army was broken, the Anaximite defenders did not have the strength to subdue Kevalorn the Holy, and with Jillian and Gerald indisposed, the avatar of Hazzergash finally took the scene and wiped out the last defenders. Jillian and Gerald had no choice but to flee lest they fall to the abomination as well, and fled the Anaxim Forest on the back of Renold, the elder green dragon, thus sealing the fate that the forest would suffer at the hands of the vengeful demon lord.

Regrouping by a secluded pond in Pelgaid, Jillian, Gerald and Renold were joined by Crone, an ancient magus of terrible potency who had previously been the highest ranking guardian of the now-devastated Anaxim Forest. Gerald revealed to Jillian that the three of them had known this to be a possible outcome of the battle, and that he had in fact been carrying Hazzergash’s Demon Prison on him the entire time, and had ensured that it would not fall into the demon’s hands. A new issue presented itself now, however, for while Hazzergash was the most vulnerable now he was likely to ever be, thus presenting a pristine chance to capture and reseal him, Gerald knew that he did not have much time. His ability to withstand the Withering was reaching its limit, and unless he found a way to save himself soon, he knew that his soul would be forfeit to the disease.
Crone and Renold recommended seeing an acquaintance of the dragon for information on how to end the Withering, but Jillian and Gerald rejected this idea, angering Crone for their unwillingness to risk not finding what they sought. She presented them with an alternative, summoning an apparition of the Grand Master with whom they could bargain for the information they needed.
The the two mages entered into a wager with the Ancient One: he would give them the information they required, but if they failed to end the Withering within two weeks, he would receive Jillian’s soul and Gerald staff, Omni. They agreed, and learned that the culprit behind the plague was in fact Kreshtaat himself, and that he was spreading it through the Spirit Realm, infecting mortals with the disease in their dreams. This also meant that they had a chance, though, for while Kreshtaat was clearly an opponent that could not be vanquished by the two of them, he would be limited to his power as a mortal as long as he occupied the Spirit Realm. If they faced him there, they had a chance.

Meanwhile, the rest of Rodoria remains all but oblivious to the these people's exploits, yet events are set in motion all over the country that are both fateful and unknown to them. As they travel onwards, Nemhim City is attacked by a yet-unidentified heart-devouring monster that has single-handedly destroyed the ducal seat of the Nemhim duchy, and two days later refugees begin to arrive at Zerul City and Seclyr City, reporting that that the entire duchy of Nemhim is being annihilated by this monstrosity.
Zerul City is severely undermanned, however, for many of their mages and soldiers have gone on an expedition to excavate Gazzeral ruins in Etlon, and even more of the forces of Zerul, both magi, soldiers and commanders, have gone with most of the noble families - Marcus Zerul included - to Pelgaid City to bear witness to the marriage between Frederick Pelgaid and Selene Zerul, Marcus' daughter. Although Zerul has learned much of what the Companions have discovered, they can do little to provide assistance...

What will happen next... is up to you.
Last updated July 18th, 2016.

Character list
Those following Aemoten's leadership:

Jaelnec (Dark Jack) - The Aspiring Knight

Aemoten (Shienvien) - The Unshakable Warrior

Thaler (Biscuits, formerly cthulu, formerly Hymusia) - The Cursed Thief, Black Sun

Olan (Dark Jack) - The Explorer Extraordinaire

Iridiel Taileflaith Caomhánach (Legion X51) - The Goddess' Chosen

Domhnall MacRaith (Shienvien) - The Wandering Hunter

Those not amongst these Companions, but were destined to join them:

I'onriyi (yoshua171) - The Hardy Enchanter - Retired

Ixion Ecthalion (Mercinus3) - The Quiet Contractor - Retired

Morgan Thrainsson (Rhaevnn Xeno) - The Blood Sniffer - Retired

Ajanok'Tez, or Claw (ASTA) - The Rawr User

Angora Kelenwyn (Legion X51) - The Untamed Stranger

Sir Yanin Glade (Shienvien) - The Viper of Glades

Jordan Forthey (Shienvien) - Squire of the Glades

Those traveling with Jillian on her quest:

Jillian Veldaine (Ashgan) - The Wayward Witch, - Retired

Gerald Glass (Dark Jack) - The Withering Warlock,

Some theme music for various characters.

[Shienvien]

I'm here. To recap, I have retrieved about 755.5 IC posts, the Compendium as it was when the site went down, and a portion of the OoC containing some of the bits detailing the world further and some of the character sheets. I might get a few more pieces out; I'm not quite done yet.

Yeah... And I must also say that I haven't found any better roleplaying site, neither by myself or amongst the ones people pointed out... And as far as I have understand, the others I spoke to (I couldn't get to everyone before the OoC was posted) are fairly impartial towards the location, too, as long as the RP goes on.

(Btw, I would still like to see the current - as of where the IC was left when RPG disintegrated - situation with the Companions and the gods resolved, preferably played out. I was merely suggesting resolving it before the official relaunch of RPG / continuation of the RP, as a sort of collaboration between myself, Jack and Hymusia, perhaps... Which was something that couldn't quite happen without Hymusia. Hymusia, where are you? We need you and Thaler...)

[yoshua171]

Here as well. I /might/ have I'on's CS, but I kind of doubt it. So I'll likely have to totally rewrite him, but hey my grammar, spelling and writing has improved since I wrote him sot hat might be fun lol.

I kind of agree with Shien, that'd be nice to finally really be in the story with the companions.

Also, I think I saw one of our other members when I was going through the list. The one who played the assassin who was in Zerul, I forget his name. So yeah guess, for now, it's just Shien, Jack, whatshisname, and Ashgan. Oh, I also know that Syn is around here somewhere, if that means anything.

[Shienvien]

I have everyone's contacts besides that of Hymusia and sartorous, so the situation is not at all bleak. (And I informed Mercinus - playing Ixion, who's the assassin - as well as everyone else the OoC is up.)

Now, we just need Hymusia (and possibly sartorous), and the group's together.

[CaliforniaState]

i'm here, Yosh just needs to find our collab so I can finally post >.>

[Ashgan]

Yo guys, the jolly reaper's back! Holy shit, it's been too long, it has. I'm really happy to be back in your midst. Woo!

As for the matters to be addressed: I am kind of impartial to the forum choice as well, admittedly. After the fall of RPG, every forum feels foreign to me either way, this one as well as all others. So long as the general color scheme of the site is dark, I don't really care too much which one it is, as I'll have to settle in regardless. That said, this place seems to meet the requirements, even though its feature list is (as of yet) pretty underwhelming. It's bound to improve though, and I did like RPG quite a bit, so I think supporting it may not be the worst idea.

Story-wise, yeah, I don't mind continuing where we left off, because it's a fairly important moment (and day in general) for Jillian, and I would be happy to see it to its conclusion. What we do with the following days remains to be seen I guess. Speaking of character sheets, I'll probably edit, if not fully rewrite mine. I still have it, but it's horribly outdated in many ways; it was written quite a few years ago, and I firmly believe I can nail the style better. On top of that, the sheet does not correctly represent my character anymore with how she's turned out after all, so I would need to adapt it either way. Those are enough reasons for me to give it a face-lift. I'll submit it once we are settled on a forum and I've had the time to get work done. Until February I'm still somewhat busy, but hopefully I'll have decent spare time after that, at least until March-April (when Dark Souls 2 releases and my lift slips between my fingers like sand).

All said and done, I once again want to emphasize just how thrilled I am to see the Prophecy and its people once again. Let's keep the torch lit folks, for it's a flame worth kindling.

[Rhaevnn Xeno]

Alive and well! (And can't wait to post :3)

[cthulu]

HELL YEAH *GLOMPS EVERYONE* Oh god I'm so happy right now. I came back and the site was all 'lolz I iz broke' and I just flipped my shit. But you're all here!!! So yay!

Here...if anyone wants me back :P

[Dark Jack]

That was some overwhelmingly quick responses! Thank you. I just really hope that we find Hymusia, or that she finds us/this site and thread. And naturally it would be nice if sartorous appeared, too. And I have noticed Merc's name on the member-list during my searches for Hymusia as well, so we are actually almost reunited. Bodes well for the RP. I'm glad.
It seems as though there is overall indifference among us as to where The Prophecy is going to be based, so for the moment this site will do fine. It seems as though nearly everyone have things to do for the moment, but in the meantime I'll get start preparing the OP and Compendium for re-posting.

(The Dark Souls 2 release is soon? Hmm... time to save up some money for a new game, I think.)

EDIT: OH MY GOD YOU POSTED WHILE I WAS WRITING: HYMUSIA!!! Oh god, oh I am so happy... That's a huge load off my mind. Shien and I have been trying to find you for days to try to organize a reunion. And here you are, just under a different name! Yes, damn it, yes and a hundred times more yes, we want you back. The crew is back! The Prophecy has been restored! YAY!

[cthulu]

*clings to all* Yoshi found me, I couldn't get my old name for some reason so had to change it. I tried finding you all this morning but ran out of time I was going to look this evening but here you all are :D

[Shienvien]

And we are all here ... besides sartorous, anyway (Merc is around, too, I know - spoke to him earlier today). Glad you made your way back here, Hymusia, since after having combed through the entire 'net and the bottom of the sea atop of it I didn't have any ideas where else to look.

(And, just as I said in your introduction-thread, could I have some means to contact you other than this site? It is always better to have those kinds of things double, just in case... I don't think you use the Skype-account under hymusia anymore? I tried adding you on there since I remembered seeing it listed in your profile in the old RPG, but to no avail.)

[cthulu]

Ah I must have lost that one, I found Skype did bad stuff to my pc, which is weird I know but it would crash whenever I used skype. You can (everyone can) get me on [e-mail] thats my main e-mail addy or add me to Facebook if you want just look for Vanessa Robinson my profiles black and white and I'm the 'near london/uk' one.

Edit: Also I'm out a good portion of tomorrow for my sisters birthday but if there's anything I can do to help get this back on its feet message me anywhere and I'll do what I can :)

[Shienvien]

Okay, have your mail; remembered and noted down. (Facebook, however is continuously the root of all evil; don't use it if you can.) And yes... Skype isn't quite what it used to be back before MS bought it. It has never crashed a computer of mine, but it itself dies often and irregularly ever since it changed owners. Then again, it is a mainstream IM and often the only one people have so I have embedded it into another UI and simply restart it every time I notice there are suspiciously few people online.

By the way, I have something in the works for you. Let's see whether I can get it done by tomorrow evening.

[cthulu]

Haha facebook is indeed the root of all evil and I use it as little as I can to keep in contact with the people I know world wide. :)
I didn't know skype had changed hands but it makes sense now.

Ooooooh something for me? I'm flattered and curious now. :D

[Shienvien]

If all things that happened on Facebook stayed on Facebook (and were actually deleted when you deleted them, which isn't the case), then I wouldn't mind it that much - FB, however, is not Vegas, and therefore it comes with a plethora of all sorts of trackers and other funny things attached. I have had my share of nuking those...

(And yes, I have something in the workings. You'll see. Soon.)

[Mercinus3]

Now that I am finally back home and internet is working. I'm here to let everyone know that I'm still here and still able to run with Ixion (will need to find his character sheet again in the meantime). It's good to see everyone again :)

And with the way the forum is restarting, I might start up one of my RPs and see what happens from there.

EDIT: As far as I am aware, I honestly don't mind where Prophecy will be hosted.

M3

[cthulu]

Speaking of which I better find/rewrite Thaler's description.

[Dark Jack]

Updated the OP. Also, here is Jaelnec's CS, just to get that out of the way as well:

Name: Jaelnec
Age: 20 years
Occupation: Recently named Squire of the Will.
Race: Nightwalker
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5' 11" tall, well-muscled, but compact, and has the appearance of a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old human. He has almost impossibly black, yet warm and kind eyes, and no visible growth of facial hair. His chin is shapely and his jaw is broad, and he has thin red lips. His nose is perhaps a little too long to be handsome, but it is narrow and generally appealing. His hair is a luminous shade of golden-blond, smooth and is shoulder-length.
He usually wears ordinary black trousers and a white shirt, though the latter is hidden behind a cuirass composed of numerous small overlapping ghiril-scales, shifting between hues of purple and golden depending on the light. He also wears brown leather boots and gauntlets, and used to wear a long black coat that reaches to his ankles, and which he almost always wears open in the front. He has a wide-brimmed grayed hat, a leather belt and an additional shoulder strap, going diagonally from left shoulder to right hip, containing (when it is full) eight throwing knives of alchemical silver.
He wears a dagger of steel in a sheath by his right hip, and an exquisite longsword called Roct in a scabbard on his left, with a silvery blade and a hilt with a guard artfully formed as extended dragon-wings, the dragon's tail wrapped around the handle, and the blade seemingly spawning from flames spewed from the tiny golden dragon's jaws.
Since then his coat was first ripped by goblin claws, then lost, and now replaced by a brown linen cloak. His calves and lower thighs have received a number of cut-scars, and after his first pair of trousers was torn apart, he changed to another, similar pair.
Skills: Although having no training - or talent - with magic at all, Jaelnec has undergone long and intensive training on swordplay and fighting in general, rendering him an excellent swordsman, a superior fist-fighter and a quite capable knife-thrower. His general fighting style is to rely on speed and mobility over raw strength, as the occupation he was training for - Knight of the Will - would inevitably lead him into battle against monsters against which even the strongest blow would be useless unless a weak point was targeted.
Aside from his fighting-abilities, Jaelnec has a great deal of knowledge on a lot of subjects in Rodoria, including the basics of how magic work, the nature of various monsters and the geography of the land, as he has not only accompanied and watched his master, Freagon, over the past ten years of training, but also studied in a library of the deo'iel.
Since it has turned out that Jaelnec has some kind of guardian entity, although virtually nothing is known about this being aside from that it is apparently extremely protective about Jaelnec and is capable of possessing his body, though this process seems very painful. The entity has also been described as having an enormously powerful soul, and as being blind to the material world, as it instead sees the spectral image of the world, allowing it to see others' souls, but not their appearance.

[cthulu]

I don't have Thaler's so going to re-write up date it a bit.

[cthulu]

Name: Thaler.
Age: 40 years. (appears early-mid thirties)
Occupation: None at present.
Race: Daywalker.
Gender: Female.
Appearance:
[hider= Contains pictures for those who want a better idea] [img=http://files.abovetopsecret.com/files/img/sy50cdff73jpeg] - Her eyes and face.
[img=http://www1.artflakes.com/artwork/products/255150/poster/e7149ed4a12b2af6dbdb78f7643f21fe.jpg] -Body type and skin tone also quite like how she holds herself currently. [/hider]
Standing at no more than five feet and four inches she is a dainty looking thing though considered an oddity if not a ‘freak’ in the places she visits. It’s not hard to tell she is utterly blind by her eyes, which she usually keeps covered in towns and cities, the purest shade of opal white from corner to corner, devoid of pupil, iris or any other identifying feature. Her somewhat alien look was not helped any by the fact she had little pigmentation in her skin, leaving her pale with slightly blue hued lips similar to that of a corpse and short, chin length white hair that often was slightly disheveled and wispy.

Due to a run of bad luck currently she is wearing an over sized coat, shirt and skirt as well as her own boots.

She owns a sword cane, currently without its sheathe made by a talented and clearly loving hand from folded metals with a wooden handle that is worn with wear, unlike the blade. It is kept ‘safe’ by a cloth wrapping making it much slower than usual to draw and hard to put away again.

Skills:
Sword dancer- Light, rapier style weapons are her forte, she handles them well and with aplomb to the point few aren’t left doubting her true level of blindness. She is dexterous enough to pull of what may be impossible for both larger people and weapons.
The Voice- True words are dangerous things and she has to be careful, while she has a ‘corrupted’ form of these words they are incredibly draining and can, with practise, be resisted or shrugged off easily. She can not (or as yet to try) words that can kill as despite her reputation she tries hard not to be a killer, though single worded commands that put her subject in no immediate danger are usually irresistible the first time.
Sight beyond sight- A gift, or a curse, she can ‘see’ but in no human way, the echo’s and vibrations of the world project brief and distorted images, allowing her to move around with some ease. The louder something is the more ‘pulses’ are sent and the images become almost overwhelming if she tries to concentrate which is why she prefers the quiet or rooftops. In quiet areas (woods and the like) she has a low resonance ‘click’ sound she makes with her tongue which helps her identify objects and what they’re made of.

Notes:
-Lost her father from age and her mother to murder.
-Joined a bandit camp and ‘crushed’ on their leader.
-Bandit camp were all slaughtered by a mercenary group who adopted her.
-Spent time with the mercenary group but doesn’t speak of what happened with them.
-Went solo and became a thief/acquirer of interesting things and settled down in a small village.
-Ran into the rag tag group at the ruins of a church.
-Quit being a thief at the request of said group.
-Recently has found out the voice in her head is Rilon and agreed to become his champion.
-Recently had to betray Rilon and watch her friends get brutalized and two gods duked it out in her head/on a battlefield.
-Currently in a mental/emotional limbo.