The Obsidian Sentinel
A long time ago, on the continent of Feldren, a war took place. The lord of darkness assembled a vile army to destroy and reshape the world to his liking. Hellbent on annihilating every race and species of creature to repopulate the world with his evil progeny, he spread his forces across the land to sack the kingdoms of men, elves, dwarves, and lupine. The kingdoms joined together to face this overwhelming threat; but one by one, each fell to the dark lord's power. That is, until a wizard appeared on Feldren with a plot of his own. Wise and mysterious, and well learned in all types of magic, the wizard, with the help of the allied races, assembled an army to rival the evil lord. These soldiers were given the name sentinels. These sentinels, created by weaving the spirits of the allied races into mystical suits of armor, each bore one aspect of the wizard's power.
The white sentinels were given power over light and healing. The yellow sentinels held sway over the element of earth. The legion of red sentinels could bend fire to their will. The green were so connected with the natural world that it is said they could command flora and fauna to aid them. Yet all of these sentinels were no more than living armor. They could not truly be called alive. Together, these magical armies were able to thwart the plans of the evil one. However, when they had finally seized victory, they all ceased to function. Only in the presence of great magic could these entities operate. With the defeat of the dark lord, the wizard vanished. It was as if he had never existed. No one would even recall the tale of this keeper of Feldren, were it not for the fields where thousands of sentinels lay, their armor broken and gone to rust. Legend has it, however, that the wizard left one sentinel behind, should evil ever seek to oppress the realm again. Myths of this sentinel, black as night, imbued with every magic the wizard knew, and the bright soul of a powerful lord, are told every year at festivals honoring the wizard and the sacrifice of all who had fallen. Wise men, kings, shamans and elders all say that if evil should ever threaten Feldren again, this sentinel would be found.
"When evil returns, he will live. He will come to us to lead us unto salvation." - So say men.
"When at last he finds his heart, the lord of Feldren will rise." - So say the elves.
"When the northern jewel shines in the south, the black knight will awaken." - So say the dwarves.
"When the lord and his bride are united, this world will know peace." - So say the lupine.
The prophecies are true!
He slumbers.
Find him.
This story is for a male x female pair. There will be strong fantasy themes, violence and gore (maybe), and at some point, romance will become integral to the story. I will play the role of the sentinel and various side characters that pertain to the story. I would like for you to play a female sorceress of your choosing. She is yours to create as you wish. She will be whatever you want her to be and be central to the story and the prophecy of the last sentinel. If you wish, you may play additional side-characters of any race that may or may not participate directly in the quest. You have complete co-creation control with me on everything besides what is written here on this post. As always, send a private message if you are interested in discussing this story with me further, or participating in a game with me.
