The background:
The King and Queen have died and their only child had gone missing. The child had been missing for years and they could not produce another heir to the throne. They both died leaving the throne empty. A war broke out for control of the throne and although it lasted only a few years with was the bloodiest the land had seen. Eventually a victor emerged, Yariel Ardalen, and assumed the throne.
At first, the Kingdom was relieved that the war as over but soon King Ardalen began to prove he was a tyrant. To deal with this threat the three major guilds of the land have put aside their differences in order to combat the threat the tyrant King has imposed on the land.
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I'll post the first post below as a sampler to reference.
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CS ( Feel free to add anything you think important )
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Short History: ( One paragraph is fine, I understand works in progress )
Appearance: ( pic or paragraph. This should be detailed if written )
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It seems so long ago since the Great War, though it still weighs heavy on the heart, leaving scars that not even time can heal. My memories are vague, I was but a small child, but I shall recall what I remember.
The good king Fayr was advanced in age. Though throughout his life, in the stories I've been told since I was little, he united the lands under a single crown, finally bring about a peace that has been long sought. The king and queen had only a single child. Not much was really known about the child for some reason, at least not until the child went missing. They searched desperately to find the missing progeny, offering rewards, sending soldiers far and wide to search. Despite the best efforts put forth by the kingdom the child was never found, and both he and the queen would be unable to produce another before their own deaths. It has been widely believed they died of grief, but it real cause is unknown, both died in their sleep only a couple of weeks apart.
Since there was no bloodline to take the crown naturally an uprising would and did happen. All the men that could muster an army fought, trying desperately to win the crown as their own and rule Theyren. It was there where my story starts.
My young days were filled with the usual things, chores, playing, and making friends. It seemed so hard for me to fathom anything beyond that, at the time. I lived happily in my home among my elven brethren, my parents and my brother. We lived simple, but happy lives among the trees. Yet, when the good king and his queen would die, the armies would soon follow, breaking the peace King Fayr had fought so hard to obtain. At first the fights seemed like happenings of an entire other country, we were rather secluded in our forest homes. Yet, the peace wouldn't last; the armies would soon find our home.
Unfortunately, the day the war reached us is burned into my mind forever. I couldn't forget that day if I tried and yes, I tried. It was a day like any other, rumours of war were floating around just as they have been for a while, but no one really thought it would reach this far. There was nothing around us, no apparent strategic point to obtain from our forests. We had great peace in that thought. Life went on as usual, I would help mother with the house and her alchemy, while my elder brother would be with father, learning how to be a blacksmith. I remember I was working with mother crushing herbs for her when we were alerted by a shout. They were here. From there on my memory is just a blur. I do remember father grabbing his bow and would fight, while mother would use her skills in white magic to aid the defenders. Mother left me in the care of my elder brother and we quickly ran away. Running as far as we could the only sight to look back upon was a pillar of smoke starting to rise from the treetops. I felt my heart sink.
The war wasn't a long war, thankfully, but it was dubbed the 'Great War' by the sheer volume of devastation and fighting that occurred. Countless people, men, women, and children, all lost their lives in the fighting. All the death was so pointless. Through all the fighting and chaos a victor would emerge, a man named Yariel Ardalen. He had become the new king of Theyren. At first everyone would be relieved and thankful, but he would soon show his true side of being nothing more than a tyrant.
However, something amazing would emerge from the rubbles of war, something never seen before. The guilds of the land would come together and act as one. At first, the guilds met and divided out the orphaned children as to be taken care of. I was adopted by the Mage's Guild, my brother, the Fighter's Guild. All the guilds seemed to, for once, work together. Everyone was surprised especially to see the mages and fighters working side-by-side, for some reason or another there was much tension between the two groups. I'm sure it is still there, but a common enemy would bring the worst together, I suppose.
I hated to be separated from my brother; he was the only family I had left. Despite not being of blood, the guild quickly became my family. They taught me alchemy and the magic arts. They recognized my talents in magic and I studied deeper into that subject. I am my mother's daughter, I suppose. Many years passed and the tyrant would exercise his grip on Theyren and its people. This, again, would call the many guilds together to unite once more, but this time, to eradicate the threat of the tyrant king.
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Tension. That's the only word that could describe the air which sat many members of many guilds. The leaders of each guild had dismissed themselves into a separate smaller room adjacent to the one she currently sat. The room was rather large, but crowded. The 'Meeting of the Guilds,' as it was called, was started to unite the guilds and coordinate an assault on the king. The real problem was this; the King wasn't only trained by one guild in his youth, but trained by the two most influential, the mages and fighters. He himself was a formidable foe, defeating several soldiers single-handedly with a mere summoning of a spell. The sword he always kept by his side was second-to-none, a beautiful sword adorned with many jewels, supposedly enchanted, but no one knows for sure.
In silk robes, the traditional dress of the mage, Daerumahs sat quietly. The people in the room were clearly divided by association. The mages were with mages, the fighters, in their heavy armours, were with other fighters. There wasn't much talk between members of other guilds, despite the supposed unity among them.
With staff in hand and a dagger hidden away in her dress she would sit. Sitting right next to the aisle that divided the fighters from the mages was quite a tense spot, more-so than any other seat in the room. She kept her hood up, trying to avoid confrontation, but still contented to look around at the faces. At length however, the leaders of the many guilds would emerge, and one whom she didn't recognize would stretch out his arms, calling for silence.
“Citizens of Theyren, we have come to a decision. We shall fight the oppressive hand of King Yariel. This will require that we all work together, fighters, mages, assassins, everyone! We will be meeting tomorrow in Qilil Fields to assemble. Sleep well tonight my friends. We have a long battle ahead of-”
The doors burst open with a loud crash and royal soldiers poured in. Everyone was in shock. How could they find us here? Shouts filled the room and people got up and scattered. For the most part many of us were minimally armed. However, the fighters withdrew their weapons and the mages cast their spells. Yet, the sheer numbers of the soldiers, with the element of surprise was overpowering. It was a massacre. Many fought, few survived. Those who did survive were lucky to say the least. It seemed unlikely that anyone could survive such a bloodbath.
Robes dancing in the wind she pumped her arms for extra speed, her hood had since flown off but she didn't take much notice of it. She had made it all the way into Qilil Fields and she dove behind an incline of dirt, panting and out of breath. Clutching her chest she fought to breathe, she was amazed to know she was alive, and from the looks of things, shook the pursuers. The night had begun to fall and be was dreadfully tired as she now lay behind the incline. The adrenaline leaving her body made her want to crash, despite the fear of being found, but the weariness soon caught up with her.
Her hiding spot was minimal at best, hiding her only from one side, the side facing the town from where she ran. Though she hoped it would allow herself to get at least a bit of rest. Many hours would pass and the sun would retreat below the horizon and the moon would replace it in the heavens. Her eyes soon became too heavy to lift, she fell into a light slumber.
The King and Queen have died and their only child had gone missing. The child had been missing for years and they could not produce another heir to the throne. They both died leaving the throne empty. A war broke out for control of the throne and although it lasted only a few years with was the bloodiest the land had seen. Eventually a victor emerged, Yariel Ardalen, and assumed the throne.
At first, the Kingdom was relieved that the war as over but soon King Ardalen began to prove he was a tyrant. To deal with this threat the three major guilds of the land have put aside their differences in order to combat the threat the tyrant King has imposed on the land.
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Standard casual rules apply.
Please be active! =)
I'll post the first post below as a sampler to reference.
- - - - - - - - -
CS ( Feel free to add anything you think important )
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Short History: ( One paragraph is fine, I understand works in progress )
Appearance: ( pic or paragraph. This should be detailed if written )
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It seems so long ago since the Great War, though it still weighs heavy on the heart, leaving scars that not even time can heal. My memories are vague, I was but a small child, but I shall recall what I remember.
The good king Fayr was advanced in age. Though throughout his life, in the stories I've been told since I was little, he united the lands under a single crown, finally bring about a peace that has been long sought. The king and queen had only a single child. Not much was really known about the child for some reason, at least not until the child went missing. They searched desperately to find the missing progeny, offering rewards, sending soldiers far and wide to search. Despite the best efforts put forth by the kingdom the child was never found, and both he and the queen would be unable to produce another before their own deaths. It has been widely believed they died of grief, but it real cause is unknown, both died in their sleep only a couple of weeks apart.
Since there was no bloodline to take the crown naturally an uprising would and did happen. All the men that could muster an army fought, trying desperately to win the crown as their own and rule Theyren. It was there where my story starts.
My young days were filled with the usual things, chores, playing, and making friends. It seemed so hard for me to fathom anything beyond that, at the time. I lived happily in my home among my elven brethren, my parents and my brother. We lived simple, but happy lives among the trees. Yet, when the good king and his queen would die, the armies would soon follow, breaking the peace King Fayr had fought so hard to obtain. At first the fights seemed like happenings of an entire other country, we were rather secluded in our forest homes. Yet, the peace wouldn't last; the armies would soon find our home.
Unfortunately, the day the war reached us is burned into my mind forever. I couldn't forget that day if I tried and yes, I tried. It was a day like any other, rumours of war were floating around just as they have been for a while, but no one really thought it would reach this far. There was nothing around us, no apparent strategic point to obtain from our forests. We had great peace in that thought. Life went on as usual, I would help mother with the house and her alchemy, while my elder brother would be with father, learning how to be a blacksmith. I remember I was working with mother crushing herbs for her when we were alerted by a shout. They were here. From there on my memory is just a blur. I do remember father grabbing his bow and would fight, while mother would use her skills in white magic to aid the defenders. Mother left me in the care of my elder brother and we quickly ran away. Running as far as we could the only sight to look back upon was a pillar of smoke starting to rise from the treetops. I felt my heart sink.
The war wasn't a long war, thankfully, but it was dubbed the 'Great War' by the sheer volume of devastation and fighting that occurred. Countless people, men, women, and children, all lost their lives in the fighting. All the death was so pointless. Through all the fighting and chaos a victor would emerge, a man named Yariel Ardalen. He had become the new king of Theyren. At first everyone would be relieved and thankful, but he would soon show his true side of being nothing more than a tyrant.
However, something amazing would emerge from the rubbles of war, something never seen before. The guilds of the land would come together and act as one. At first, the guilds met and divided out the orphaned children as to be taken care of. I was adopted by the Mage's Guild, my brother, the Fighter's Guild. All the guilds seemed to, for once, work together. Everyone was surprised especially to see the mages and fighters working side-by-side, for some reason or another there was much tension between the two groups. I'm sure it is still there, but a common enemy would bring the worst together, I suppose.
I hated to be separated from my brother; he was the only family I had left. Despite not being of blood, the guild quickly became my family. They taught me alchemy and the magic arts. They recognized my talents in magic and I studied deeper into that subject. I am my mother's daughter, I suppose. Many years passed and the tyrant would exercise his grip on Theyren and its people. This, again, would call the many guilds together to unite once more, but this time, to eradicate the threat of the tyrant king.
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Tension. That's the only word that could describe the air which sat many members of many guilds. The leaders of each guild had dismissed themselves into a separate smaller room adjacent to the one she currently sat. The room was rather large, but crowded. The 'Meeting of the Guilds,' as it was called, was started to unite the guilds and coordinate an assault on the king. The real problem was this; the King wasn't only trained by one guild in his youth, but trained by the two most influential, the mages and fighters. He himself was a formidable foe, defeating several soldiers single-handedly with a mere summoning of a spell. The sword he always kept by his side was second-to-none, a beautiful sword adorned with many jewels, supposedly enchanted, but no one knows for sure.
In silk robes, the traditional dress of the mage, Daerumahs sat quietly. The people in the room were clearly divided by association. The mages were with mages, the fighters, in their heavy armours, were with other fighters. There wasn't much talk between members of other guilds, despite the supposed unity among them.
With staff in hand and a dagger hidden away in her dress she would sit. Sitting right next to the aisle that divided the fighters from the mages was quite a tense spot, more-so than any other seat in the room. She kept her hood up, trying to avoid confrontation, but still contented to look around at the faces. At length however, the leaders of the many guilds would emerge, and one whom she didn't recognize would stretch out his arms, calling for silence.
“Citizens of Theyren, we have come to a decision. We shall fight the oppressive hand of King Yariel. This will require that we all work together, fighters, mages, assassins, everyone! We will be meeting tomorrow in Qilil Fields to assemble. Sleep well tonight my friends. We have a long battle ahead of-”
The doors burst open with a loud crash and royal soldiers poured in. Everyone was in shock. How could they find us here? Shouts filled the room and people got up and scattered. For the most part many of us were minimally armed. However, the fighters withdrew their weapons and the mages cast their spells. Yet, the sheer numbers of the soldiers, with the element of surprise was overpowering. It was a massacre. Many fought, few survived. Those who did survive were lucky to say the least. It seemed unlikely that anyone could survive such a bloodbath.
Robes dancing in the wind she pumped her arms for extra speed, her hood had since flown off but she didn't take much notice of it. She had made it all the way into Qilil Fields and she dove behind an incline of dirt, panting and out of breath. Clutching her chest she fought to breathe, she was amazed to know she was alive, and from the looks of things, shook the pursuers. The night had begun to fall and be was dreadfully tired as she now lay behind the incline. The adrenaline leaving her body made her want to crash, despite the fear of being found, but the weariness soon caught up with her.
Her hiding spot was minimal at best, hiding her only from one side, the side facing the town from where she ran. Though she hoped it would allow herself to get at least a bit of rest. Many hours would pass and the sun would retreat below the horizon and the moon would replace it in the heavens. Her eyes soon became too heavy to lift, she fell into a light slumber.
