Hi everyone. I'm looking for active players for this story. 4-7 players to be exact. It has an ending, and I'm looking for those who will stick with it until it ends. I'm requiring a 10 sentence per post minimum (two paragraphs). If this seems too daunting for you, please turn around, hit the back button, or simply close your internet browser window (the X in the upper-right corner will provide your freedom). This was a very fun rp from the old guild and I'm itching to do it again!
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The Legends of Fife
A long time ago in a land unknown to us now, there was an Empire. This empire reigned over this land for hundreds of years. Their power, might, and majesty had become corrupt over time. Soon the kings to come to the throne became more and more cynical, sinister even. The current king on the throne was the most evil of all. He had many titles depending on the speaker who named him: King Gregory, The Blood King, Gregory the Mad, and simply, ‘Murderer.’ Soon after his crowning there was born a rebellion uprising. They were called the Celestial Vault, but their location was unknown. This angered King Gregory. Their security was of the utmost to battle the king efficiently. If they were not careful the extreme numbers of the Empire would crush them. Most importantly, they held a secret that the King most definitely was aware. They knew a history, and a one that shared and intertwined with the King’s.
On the outskirts of the Empire was a town called Fife. In this town was where this story begins. An orphanage of the war was located here. Their stories are heartbreaking and consist of their parents dying horrible deaths. Usually the work of the Empire or beasts of many, but unknown to the town their demise was imminent. The townspeople were oblivious to the hell they were about to endure.
Reasons unknown to them the Empire attacked. They pillaged, burned, and killed. When all was done mere ashes were left of Fife…and corpses. The only thing that had some shape to it was the church. A sign from god perhaps, or an omen for all others…
There were five survivors. All of which were orphans of the same orphanage. The coincidence delves deeper they were all the same age of eleven years. To add to it, they were all born on the same day. Then there was a power that all five held inside themselves but were not awakened.
They sat on a cliffs edge around a fire sobbing for their friends. The cliff looked over the remains of Fife as smoke rose like a column in the sky. Their own campfire imitated the town. The children had no idea there was someone watching.
“They are the ones,” he said from behind the tree line under his breath. “The stars have led them here. I feel an urge, and I will fall on my instincts.” He sighed a great sigh, and continued, “Fire,” he pointed to one of the children. “Water, earth, wind, and spirit…” He sat down and watched the tears fall from their faces. He decided to stay concealed and watch them for a time. At the right moment he would reveal himself and guide them to their fates that they were still too young to realize. The roads of these children’s fates he could not foresee, only the outcome, which was a faint and slim chance of hope, but a real hope that he could (and all could) hold onto. These children’s destinies were full of anger, fear, and pain. Terrible pain, where many more tears than the ones they now cried, would fall.
Please let me know if you are interested! and if so, include your character's name, gender, and his/her, 'power.'
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The Legends of Fife
A long time ago in a land unknown to us now, there was an Empire. This empire reigned over this land for hundreds of years. Their power, might, and majesty had become corrupt over time. Soon the kings to come to the throne became more and more cynical, sinister even. The current king on the throne was the most evil of all. He had many titles depending on the speaker who named him: King Gregory, The Blood King, Gregory the Mad, and simply, ‘Murderer.’ Soon after his crowning there was born a rebellion uprising. They were called the Celestial Vault, but their location was unknown. This angered King Gregory. Their security was of the utmost to battle the king efficiently. If they were not careful the extreme numbers of the Empire would crush them. Most importantly, they held a secret that the King most definitely was aware. They knew a history, and a one that shared and intertwined with the King’s.
On the outskirts of the Empire was a town called Fife. In this town was where this story begins. An orphanage of the war was located here. Their stories are heartbreaking and consist of their parents dying horrible deaths. Usually the work of the Empire or beasts of many, but unknown to the town their demise was imminent. The townspeople were oblivious to the hell they were about to endure.
Reasons unknown to them the Empire attacked. They pillaged, burned, and killed. When all was done mere ashes were left of Fife…and corpses. The only thing that had some shape to it was the church. A sign from god perhaps, or an omen for all others…
There were five survivors. All of which were orphans of the same orphanage. The coincidence delves deeper they were all the same age of eleven years. To add to it, they were all born on the same day. Then there was a power that all five held inside themselves but were not awakened.
They sat on a cliffs edge around a fire sobbing for their friends. The cliff looked over the remains of Fife as smoke rose like a column in the sky. Their own campfire imitated the town. The children had no idea there was someone watching.
“They are the ones,” he said from behind the tree line under his breath. “The stars have led them here. I feel an urge, and I will fall on my instincts.” He sighed a great sigh, and continued, “Fire,” he pointed to one of the children. “Water, earth, wind, and spirit…” He sat down and watched the tears fall from their faces. He decided to stay concealed and watch them for a time. At the right moment he would reveal himself and guide them to their fates that they were still too young to realize. The roads of these children’s fates he could not foresee, only the outcome, which was a faint and slim chance of hope, but a real hope that he could (and all could) hold onto. These children’s destinies were full of anger, fear, and pain. Terrible pain, where many more tears than the ones they now cried, would fall.
Please let me know if you are interested! and if so, include your character's name, gender, and his/her, 'power.'
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