I am currently running Darkstar and will probably join The League, so I'll be busy but I wanted to throw this out there.
It's your standard Tolkien-fantasy setting. You have men, elves, and beast races (no dwarves in this roleplay).
Something bad has happened to this world. A terrible, terrible event known as (name pending) 'the Plague'. The Plague is a terrible curse beset by one of the 'Lords' (the Lords are sort of like demi-gods; they're not full-on gods, but they're divine beings, like angels/demons). It caused widespread famine, destruction, and chaos. Livestock unreasonably died, crops wilted, citizens died of illness in the streets (think Bubonic plague, but a thousand times more worse), and whole cities were abandoned, burned, and there were times when the still-living infected citizens were left inside to be burned alive. It was a horrible event and wiped out a large portion of the world's population. after that the Dreadlord invaded. His fearsome horde of demonic-esque warriors invaded the continent, practically rolling over the entire land with sheer ease. What was once a beautiful, varied world is now a desolate, empty, charred, and dangerous wasteland covered in ash, smoke, and rubble.
The elves were doing better than others due to their magic, but the Dreadlord knew they'd be a problem and so he has set fire to their homes and nearly pushed them out of their lands; the elves only number in the low thousands now and are on the verge of extinction. The kingdoms of men were devastated and erupted in chaos and confusion; only about twenty-thousand of them remain. The tribal races... well, let's just say only a few more tribes are left still standing, and they're basically nomads now; entire species of the beast races are now extinct.
Alright, so the story is going to put a lot of emphasis on death, grief, sadness, guilt, regret, loss, heartbreak, and whatever else can be deemed 'depressing'. The entire theme of this roleplay is to make sure it is depressing. Anything that can go wrong, DOES go wrong. Innocent people - including women and children - have been butchered, dismembered and left in the streets to rot. People are burned alive, and the crying of helpless citizens are now a common sound. Everywhere you look people are starving, they fall over and die due to the exhaustion, hunger or dehydration. Families are torn apart as they fight over what little supplies they have left.
You play as some broken, lost, poor individual. As one of the last few thousand good people left in this world, you will band together with a ground of heroes to seek out this Dreadlord, destroy him, and restore peace and prosperity to this broken land... but the road is dangerous, and even if you succeed there's no guarantee you will rebuild. You will make hard choices, you may argue and bicker, may even fight amongst yourselves. Not everyone will make it, so be prepared.
It's your standard Tolkien-fantasy setting. You have men, elves, and beast races (no dwarves in this roleplay).
Something bad has happened to this world. A terrible, terrible event known as (name pending) 'the Plague'. The Plague is a terrible curse beset by one of the 'Lords' (the Lords are sort of like demi-gods; they're not full-on gods, but they're divine beings, like angels/demons). It caused widespread famine, destruction, and chaos. Livestock unreasonably died, crops wilted, citizens died of illness in the streets (think Bubonic plague, but a thousand times more worse), and whole cities were abandoned, burned, and there were times when the still-living infected citizens were left inside to be burned alive. It was a horrible event and wiped out a large portion of the world's population. after that the Dreadlord invaded. His fearsome horde of demonic-esque warriors invaded the continent, practically rolling over the entire land with sheer ease. What was once a beautiful, varied world is now a desolate, empty, charred, and dangerous wasteland covered in ash, smoke, and rubble.
The elves were doing better than others due to their magic, but the Dreadlord knew they'd be a problem and so he has set fire to their homes and nearly pushed them out of their lands; the elves only number in the low thousands now and are on the verge of extinction. The kingdoms of men were devastated and erupted in chaos and confusion; only about twenty-thousand of them remain. The tribal races... well, let's just say only a few more tribes are left still standing, and they're basically nomads now; entire species of the beast races are now extinct.
Alright, so the story is going to put a lot of emphasis on death, grief, sadness, guilt, regret, loss, heartbreak, and whatever else can be deemed 'depressing'. The entire theme of this roleplay is to make sure it is depressing. Anything that can go wrong, DOES go wrong. Innocent people - including women and children - have been butchered, dismembered and left in the streets to rot. People are burned alive, and the crying of helpless citizens are now a common sound. Everywhere you look people are starving, they fall over and die due to the exhaustion, hunger or dehydration. Families are torn apart as they fight over what little supplies they have left.
You play as some broken, lost, poor individual. As one of the last few thousand good people left in this world, you will band together with a ground of heroes to seek out this Dreadlord, destroy him, and restore peace and prosperity to this broken land... but the road is dangerous, and even if you succeed there's no guarantee you will rebuild. You will make hard choices, you may argue and bicker, may even fight amongst yourselves. Not everyone will make it, so be prepared.
