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It all started with the dreams, Strange dreams, Dreams of soaring high above everything, Though not under your own power. Seemingly seated on something, Though you could never look down. though That was never how the dreams started. The dreams always were the same at the beginning. Walking up a seemingly endless hill at a impossibly steep angle for a goal that was never quite clear. autumnal leaves billowing down from the trees in a constant rain. Both Forever, and only a few minutes later, reaching the summit of the impossible hill, looking back the road now resolved itself in to a cobble street. Then, and only then, could you fly. Soaring up and away from the city, looking back to see that it rested, not on the ground, but in the sky, high above all else, nestled between two mountains and under a huge stone arch. Up and in to the mists of the huge cliffs you would soar. to the tallest one, one that reached so high even snow did not form on its peak. Something always happened there, something you could never remember, but it was something vitally important. then about you would go, flying down back past the sky city, now full of cheering faces onwards out over the ashen plains of whatever this world was. ending up over a dark and desolate place, a long since lost city, no fires burnt anywhere, not even the fires of war, No lives, not even those of the rats. Just black stone buildings, some toppled, some still standing, looking like rotten teeth of a leering skull, this place was evil, there was, of that, no doubt. but some implacable force drove you onwards, a goal that seemed to be greater than anything else. Then suddenly a huge black shape, or was it shadow given substance? would erupt from the darkest of buildings, in that terrible city, a shattered cathedral. and you knew it was coming for you......
*Peeeeeeeep* *Peeeeeeeep* Good Morning Sleepy Head! You're alarm's been ringing for half an hour now! Suddenly you awake, in bed, at home. with your mother opening the curtains, The light a welcome sight after the dark ending to that....Dream(?)
A mad rush to get to school, since you woke up late, and your in class with all your friends, and one of them is going on about a really weird dream they had. "Yeah, it was like I was flying on the back of something, Though I couldn't look down. then I was carried up in to these HUGE, and I mean huge, like bigger than everest huge, mountains. then I can't remember much for a bit...." It sounds all to familiar. Then another chimes in. "So then you flew back down huh?"
"Yeah, How did you know that?"
"because I had the same dream." And suddenly the entire group erupts in to a chatter about how EVERYONE has had the same dream, not just this night, but for several nights running. always the same, always flying, always ending with that terrible evil presence and the ruined city. The day is taken up with everyone theorising over how they shared the dream, what it could mean, all sorts. At the end of the day, everyone goes to their afterschool clubs, and then heads home. a few (such as the occult research club member) discuss it at their club. Not much comes of it. the weekend comes and goes, the dream however, continues. for everyone. Eventually 2 weeks after the first discussion one of friends suggests you get together and see if you can pull a allnighter together, just to see the effects it'll have on the dream, If NO ONE has it, surely it'll change right?
So. that friday everyone goes round his house. and settles down for a long night. some reading, some gaming, some eating, One of the girls is even doing her homework. everyone is watching the clock. no one wants to sleep. the dream has gone from 'cool coincidence' through 'unsettlingly strange' to ' Utterly creepy and disturbing' but. sorry to say, It doesn't end there. Midnight comes, and goes, and everyone seems to let out a breath they were holding, Though, 1 hour, 23 minutes, and 4 seconds later. on the dot. everyone seems to pass out, As one, everyone sees everyone else starting to slump, just as they begin to pass out. and all anyone can think is "Not the dream again.... Please Not again." This time however. It isn't a dream, Nor do you wake up at the base of the hill. This time, It's much, much worse.
Welcome, To Avalon.
Where you wake up, will be discussed in the first IC post! However, For now, I will explain how CS's are created. CS's are going to be done in 2 parts, The first part is you. your character sorry to say to all you fantasy junkies out there while this world has dwarfs, elves, drow, halflings, goblins, kobolds, vampires, werewolves, and meany more. Everyone is human. Aged 16 through to 20 (Note, If you are 20, remember this is only 1 year byond 19, and only 4 from 16, I would rather avoid having someone play the obligatory 20 year old acting 35 year old. You are still all collage students, and all close friends). Oh and I'll go over rules!
Rules;
No Godmod, no OP, No Meta-game, No powerplay, No flaming, No trolling, Ect. Ect, standard stuff.
All satchels/backpacks/pockets have a limited amount of space, and when gained, are empty unless otherwise stated, (no pulling rope out of the empty bag when you're down a hole!)
No killing Other players.
If you're going to have a rage, Take it to PM's,
This is High Free, avoid multi-posting and 1 liners, (3 lines/5 sentences minimum).
Enjoy yourself.
Notes about Avalon;
There is no Cell reception.
There is No internet.
There is no Electricity (With 2 exceptions, dragons breath, and lightning)
There are no firearms.
Alchemy works.
Magic Exists.
Witches aren't always evil.
Undead are always evil (With a few key exceptions)
CS building;
CS's will be built in two stages, You fill out stage 1, Then Pick a Egg and a weapon, and I tell you what you need to start on Stage 2.
Delete anything in brackets, its just information/extra instructions to you when filling it out.
Stage 1;
Name;
Age;
Apperance; (Images In hiders please)
History; (Try and avoid Cliche orphan/never knew their parents stories 5 sentences or more please)
Personality; (5 sentences plus again, If you're struggling just put down 3 positive traits and 2 negative ones)
What they were doing when they passed out:
Stage 2;
Dragon Egg; (Chose from below,)
Dragon Type; (I will tell you)
Dragon Appearance; (You can find, put it In spoilers, Fully grown)
Dragon Name; (Up to you)
Dragon Personality; (Up to you)
Weapon Chosen; (Pick from list below)
Weapon Image; (you can find yourself)
Power Granted; (I will Tell you)
Power Cost/Requirement; (I will Tell you)
I will Mark which Eggs/Weapons are Chosen.
If all the Eggs get taken, Or you want a specific egg, Feel free to go hunt for one and show it to me. I will make a call on weather Its accepted or not, and what type of dragon it is (I'm not having people make up their own dragons, for balance reasons)
My CS will be up soon(ish) I have already taken my choices off the list, to stop confusion!
It all started with the dreams, Strange dreams, Dreams of soaring high above everything, Though not under your own power. Seemingly seated on something, Though you could never look down. though That was never how the dreams started. The dreams always were the same at the beginning. Walking up a seemingly endless hill at a impossibly steep angle for a goal that was never quite clear. autumnal leaves billowing down from the trees in a constant rain. Both Forever, and only a few minutes later, reaching the summit of the impossible hill, looking back the road now resolved itself in to a cobble street. Then, and only then, could you fly. Soaring up and away from the city, looking back to see that it rested, not on the ground, but in the sky, high above all else, nestled between two mountains and under a huge stone arch. Up and in to the mists of the huge cliffs you would soar. to the tallest one, one that reached so high even snow did not form on its peak. Something always happened there, something you could never remember, but it was something vitally important. then about you would go, flying down back past the sky city, now full of cheering faces onwards out over the ashen plains of whatever this world was. ending up over a dark and desolate place, a long since lost city, no fires burnt anywhere, not even the fires of war, No lives, not even those of the rats. Just black stone buildings, some toppled, some still standing, looking like rotten teeth of a leering skull, this place was evil, there was, of that, no doubt. but some implacable force drove you onwards, a goal that seemed to be greater than anything else. Then suddenly a huge black shape, or was it shadow given substance? would erupt from the darkest of buildings, in that terrible city, a shattered cathedral. and you knew it was coming for you......
*Peeeeeeeep* *Peeeeeeeep* Good Morning Sleepy Head! You're alarm's been ringing for half an hour now! Suddenly you awake, in bed, at home. with your mother opening the curtains, The light a welcome sight after the dark ending to that....Dream(?)
A mad rush to get to school, since you woke up late, and your in class with all your friends, and one of them is going on about a really weird dream they had. "Yeah, it was like I was flying on the back of something, Though I couldn't look down. then I was carried up in to these HUGE, and I mean huge, like bigger than everest huge, mountains. then I can't remember much for a bit...." It sounds all to familiar. Then another chimes in. "So then you flew back down huh?"
"Yeah, How did you know that?"
"because I had the same dream." And suddenly the entire group erupts in to a chatter about how EVERYONE has had the same dream, not just this night, but for several nights running. always the same, always flying, always ending with that terrible evil presence and the ruined city. The day is taken up with everyone theorising over how they shared the dream, what it could mean, all sorts. At the end of the day, everyone goes to their afterschool clubs, and then heads home. a few (such as the occult research club member) discuss it at their club. Not much comes of it. the weekend comes and goes, the dream however, continues. for everyone. Eventually 2 weeks after the first discussion one of friends suggests you get together and see if you can pull a allnighter together, just to see the effects it'll have on the dream, If NO ONE has it, surely it'll change right?
So. that friday everyone goes round his house. and settles down for a long night. some reading, some gaming, some eating, One of the girls is even doing her homework. everyone is watching the clock. no one wants to sleep. the dream has gone from 'cool coincidence' through 'unsettlingly strange' to ' Utterly creepy and disturbing' but. sorry to say, It doesn't end there. Midnight comes, and goes, and everyone seems to let out a breath they were holding, Though, 1 hour, 23 minutes, and 4 seconds later. on the dot. everyone seems to pass out, As one, everyone sees everyone else starting to slump, just as they begin to pass out. and all anyone can think is "Not the dream again.... Please Not again." This time however. It isn't a dream, Nor do you wake up at the base of the hill. This time, It's much, much worse.
Welcome, To Avalon.
Where you wake up, will be discussed in the first IC post! However, For now, I will explain how CS's are created. CS's are going to be done in 2 parts, The first part is you. your character sorry to say to all you fantasy junkies out there while this world has dwarfs, elves, drow, halflings, goblins, kobolds, vampires, werewolves, and meany more. Everyone is human. Aged 16 through to 20 (Note, If you are 20, remember this is only 1 year byond 19, and only 4 from 16, I would rather avoid having someone play the obligatory 20 year old acting 35 year old. You are still all collage students, and all close friends). Oh and I'll go over rules!
Rules;
No Godmod, no OP, No Meta-game, No powerplay, No flaming, No trolling, Ect. Ect, standard stuff.
All satchels/backpacks/pockets have a limited amount of space, and when gained, are empty unless otherwise stated, (no pulling rope out of the empty bag when you're down a hole!)
No killing Other players.
If you're going to have a rage, Take it to PM's,
This is High Free, avoid multi-posting and 1 liners, (3 lines/5 sentences minimum).
Enjoy yourself.
Notes about Avalon;
There is no Cell reception.
There is No internet.
There is no Electricity (With 2 exceptions, dragons breath, and lightning)
There are no firearms.
Alchemy works.
Magic Exists.
Witches aren't always evil.
Undead are always evil (With a few key exceptions)
CS building;
CS's will be built in two stages, You fill out stage 1, Then Pick a Egg and a weapon, and I tell you what you need to start on Stage 2.
Delete anything in brackets, its just information/extra instructions to you when filling it out.
Stage 1;
Name;
Age;
Apperance; (Images In hiders please)
History; (Try and avoid Cliche orphan/never knew their parents stories 5 sentences or more please)
Personality; (5 sentences plus again, If you're struggling just put down 3 positive traits and 2 negative ones)
What they were doing when they passed out:
Stage 2;
Dragon Egg; (Chose from below,)
Dragon Type; (I will tell you)
Dragon Appearance; (You can find, put it In spoilers, Fully grown)
Dragon Name; (Up to you)
Dragon Personality; (Up to you)
Weapon Chosen; (Pick from list below)
Weapon Image; (you can find yourself)
Power Granted; (I will Tell you)
Power Cost/Requirement; (I will Tell you)
I will Mark which Eggs/Weapons are Chosen.
If all the Eggs get taken, Or you want a specific egg, Feel free to go hunt for one and show it to me. I will make a call on weather Its accepted or not, and what type of dragon it is (I'm not having people make up their own dragons, for balance reasons)
My CS will be up soon(ish) I have already taken my choices off the list, to stop confusion!
