NewSun — Roleplayer Guild

What hellish creatures do cast their eyes upon our fragile, perfect world? There is but one choice left to us: unite under the strong, or be crushed under the savage. We must be ready to combat this horde that bears upon us, we must not crumble under the weight of their lies and schemes. We must be ready to show these Lords of the Outer Planes that we are stronger than they ever could be, and we will be their doom.

W h a t I s D e m o n S u n r i s e ?

Welcome to the world of Demon Sunrise, an original fantasy universe in which the realm of Men is simply one of many planes of existence. It is perhaps the least turbulent of all the realms, the least maddening and evil. All of the planes of existence are centrally linked by a mysterious and masterless realm known as Exáría, The Nexus: the world through which all must travel in order to reach their parallels.

As a player, you have a choice. You may choose to play as a Human Warlord or Saviour, a Prophet or Legendary Warrior and his followers who have united in defence of their world against an ever growing threat from beyond the veil that separates worlds. You can take control of your own hold, city or stronghold and mount your defences and rally allies in the Mortal World in order to combat a common enemy...
...Or you may choose to claim an Outer Plane, taking control of a Demon Lord or Champion whose strength grows by the day. Some say that these creatures are the remnants of The Old Princes of Ruin, the primordial Dark Gods who existed from the beginning of all things. These Champions maintain their own stronghold within their plane, and their power brings hordes of fiends and spirits and monsters and a whole host of otherworldly creatures to their cause: domination of all Planes, and ascension to Godhood.

Will you ally with your fellow Human Saviours, or make pacts with Demon Lords to gain the upper hand. Will you fight alongside your fellow Planar Champions to crush the Humans, or will the desire for conquest lead you to the gates of your fellow Demon Lords?

There is to be one Plane per player, and he who claims a Plane can designate it's geography and details as they see fit. The exception here is the Mortal Plane, which can have multiple players inhabiting it, and it's geography will be partially already designated; it's creatures will also have harsher restrictions, as players choosing to inhabit it are restricted to playing as Humans (albeit magical ones).

Beware, however, those who choose to establish themselves as a Lord of an Outer Plane, for these Planes do not belong to you, and if the forces that created them were to ever return, they would surely not respond to your assumed dominion well...

This RP adheres to 'Advanced' guild standard.

T h e P l a n e s

These sprawling yet empty halls speak of times before Ruin; a time in which Creation was peaceful and unified. It is only through Exáría that the denizens of our universe can traverse the infinite void between Planes. The megastructure has no known limits, with a titanic super chamber at it's heart that holds a separate gateway to each of the realms. Men are said to marvel at the silent awesomeness of such a sight, for this central chamber's roof is as high as the clouds, and it's intricate and encrusted floor spans further than any battlefield. It is said that armies in times past have met here, and that some of the greatest battles in history have been fought between the Portals. You can sense the unease in a place like this. You know that armies will clash still, and the fate of everything will hang in the balance.

-You cannot claim this plane-

A plane of eternal shadow and unrelenting darkness. Aárdu Lyásí is supposedly the mighty abyss between worlds, yet none have ever been able to prove such myths as true, for none who have wandered unwittingly into this mighty umbra have ever been able to navigate their way to the sunlight once more. Some claim that Aárdu Lyásí is an abyss in more than just name, and is in fact the deepest recess of an ancient scar in creation where the darkest of creatures reside; others are adamant that it is the realm of a greater power who was cast down before light could be cast upon his mighty plane. Here you may find creatures of the dark stalking the dizzying heights and claustrophobic paths of a world without light.

Themes
Darkness
Shadows
Disrepair

A supposedly infinite plane of tainted life. Towering trees and mysterious waterfalls stretch far beyond the horizon - one can easily find themselves lost within the haunted undergrowth, where the sun is quickly blotted out by a canopy that is as thick as it is imposing. Fél Válásí may have once been a land dedicated to life and all it's wonders, but if true, that no longer so. None can say what spirits, beasts and twisted creatures lurk within the never-ending maze of the Verdance.

Themes
Beasts
Natural Spirits
Nature
Life

The stories say that this is a land where the souls of the dead will go to find peace. The winds howl with a certain ferocity here, colder than any other. The eternal moon casts blue over the sea of gravestones and macabre castles filled with lamenting souls. They say that every star that can be seen in the ghostly skies of Iíoá Yuávíór is the fading light of a different soul, and the incandescent pillars that can be seen rising above even the most mighty stronghold of souls are constructed as conduits for some greater power to harness power from souls that find their place in the Wraith Lands.

Themes
Death
Spirits
Souls
Wraiths
Undead

A fragmented plane of shifting, nightmarish design. The plains bend and shift in ways that defy logic, with creatures of similar illogicality roaming the land of a thousand twisted lights. Places will change on some unknown whim, and areas the size of a castle to a continent will simply break away from others to float into a black, starless sky on some arcane winds. It has been called the Garden of Puzzles by some, and the Consuming Madness by others. It is a place not meant for weak willed mortals and their ilk. Indár Sólásí is a plane built by a truly insane deity, indeed.

Themes
Madness
Change
Illogicality
Fear

A realm of fire, bone and pain. This land is what most would consider 'Hell.' Pillars of corpses can be seen for miles, rising into the smokey sky like titanic monoliths dedicated to some long lost god who revelled in suffering. Screams fill the air in this plane of fire, the heat able to drive the stoutest of men mad before bringing about their swift end. It is said that each death across all the realms simply adds to Féron Khól's already mighty display of seared bones.

Themes
Pain
Fire
Anger
Blood

This is the world of Mortal Men. They are a brave, noble species, more tenacious and determined than any other. They are perhaps the most complex creatures in all of the Planes, capable of both evil and good, and of incredible strength and devastating weakness.
Between the towering snow capped mountain ranges, lush valleys thrives amidst clear glacial rivers and ancient, dilapidated carvings of heroes from times past. Villages dot the expansive landscape from the Frigid Northlands to the fertile Southern Sea, and strongholds of the brave and the powerful stand mighty and proud above all else. But this land is the one most ravaged by the fearsome denizens of the Outer Planes, and the Humans have grown disheartened in recent generations; lacking the will to continue to resist. But heroes of the age have risen up to unite the clans and warbands and guilds and tribes of the Mortal Lands, heroes that impossibly outclass their fellow Men in every respect. These great warriors will no doubt be the saving grace of the Mortal Lands, if there is such a thing at all.

It is often assumed that the Mortal Lands are simply another plane of existence, just like the others; rather than a focal point through which all others are dependant on. This would of course mean that Humans are in fact a very specific form of Demon, as much as they would like to deny. This would explain their magical sensitivity and the potential for the most powerful few to become equals of the mighty Demon Lords.

Map
Pending.

They say that all of the coldness in one's heart can be traced back through the veil to Vórós Khástar. This land is as unforgiving as it is mysterious; a world bleak and desolate indeed. It has been said that no mortal nor God has ever seen to the hellish bedrock upon which this gargantuan mountain range rests upon, high above clouds of ice and malice. Snow falls inexplicably and without mercy, never relenting, reducing sight to almost nil and disorienting all those who attempt to navigate these twisting mountain pathways that are littered with forboding fortresses carved by some unknown being in the likeness of his own screaming skull. Few know what lies at the heart of the Frigid Scar, and fewer still would gamble their life on finding out.

Themes
Ice
Cold
Winter

In Fél Várást, you may find an eternal conflict, a never-ending struggle for power. The once beautiful plains are now simply battlefields, serving as a theatre for a war that has long since lost it's purpose, along with any reasoning that may have spawned it. Now, the barbaric denizens of this land turn upon one another, each with an agenda of their own, plotting to overthrow and conquer his peers in brutal displays of betrayal and scheming - all in the name of glory and power. Hundreds of fortresses are erected upon this plain daily, and hundreds are shattered to dust by siege weapons of immense proportions. It would seem none are able to gain a footing in this land of war, where alliances run skin deep, and the lust for conquest takes root deep within the soul.

Themes
Glory
Combat
War
Domination

Rhul Tháar, The Garden of Filth, is widely considered a mistake. It is a pox on creation; a vile, foul, despicable place of putrid decay and rotting disease. This Plane was intended to be a system of caves that would span for hundreds of thousands of miles, with caverns the size of cities and a network of tunnels so vast that not even it's creator would have been capable of committing it all to memory. But something wrong has happened in this mysterious world, and what was once a grand design is now the embodiment of rot and disease. The very walls spout boils, and pus leaks from the floor. Mucus floods some chambers, and rotting flesh hangs from others. Creatures lurk within the decaying squalor, feasting and scattering at the sight of the more ferocious and utterly repulsive monsters than have been known to stalk these halls.

Themes
Rot
Decay
Disease
Filth

There is a place in which a soul will never wish to find itself - the Desolate Labyrinth. A plane as bare as can be, a flat expanse of dirt, illuminated by some unholy perpetual light. To the observer, this land is empty, with no redeeming factors. Only those mad enough to venture forth will begin to see the Labyrinth: a towering maze of rock and bone, whose halls are impossible to navigate from once entered. There may be cities and fortresses nestled within the maze, but if so, none without the permission of this realm's master to enter would ever stumble across them.

Themes
Loneliness
Loss
Terror
Desolation

The Mirror of the Wind is a beautiful sight to behold, where the 'sun' is always just upon the horizon, casting a golden dusk upon this boundless world of wind and sky. There is little solid land in this world, and 'up' and 'down' have no meaning. There are occasional city-sized chunks of rock hurtling through the skies, upon which great strongholds have been constructed. Some say that the centre of the Grand Mirror is the Gate to the Nexus, whose magic is so powerful that it compels this howling realm around it.

Themes
Air
Sky
Wind
Liberation

Somewhere in Creation is a swirling quagmire of screams and iron, an incomprehensible storm of pain. Somewhere within this godforsaken pit is a chain whose proportions are unlike anything else, larger than a Mortal may dare to imagine; seemingly without end, and without beginning. Some malevolent entity has constructed upon the length of this hanging Spine of Iron an endless system of torture and slavery platforms the size of cities, each one clinging to it's unholy support construct through some unknown means. Upon these platforms take place dark rituals indeed - truly the one true prison in all of Creation.

Themes
Incarceration
Slavery
Trapped
Torture

The infinite plane of Void and Matter where negative and positive energies dance to harmonious quantum resonance. The edge of its expanse travels faster than the light chasing it through space, a surging wave of potential energy. Sentient Stars of Light arrange themselves in constellations to govern terrestrial bodies with their heavenly guidance, gliding on ellipses and spirals in perfect arrangement set in the eternal filament. It is known to few whom the Stars are the great benefactors of; it is said that when one communicates with that inner voice they believe to be themselves, they are in fact communicating with Thul Ithílíá.

Themes
Resonance
Matter
Stars
Time

The Pit of Sorrows was supposedly once a part of the much larger Spine of Iron, functioning as the apparent end of the Central Chain, separated from it by a gargantuan wall of chains that was adorned with innumerable hanging shackles that seemed to harbour a host of incredibly dark creatures who dwelled in the dull pits below. Legend has it that the Pit was forcefully ripped from the rest of the Chain, allowing it to free fall through the void, between all the other Planes. It is said that over time, the Pit of Sorrows became it's own Plane entirely, and the strange and horrifying creatures who still dwell there are testament to this.
The Plane is suspended entirely from a fettered roof, that was once the wall between the two sections of the Spine long ago. Below is nothing but the empty void itself. Anything that survives in this terrifying land has had to build it's home upon the hanging bonds; enduring physical punishment and the harsh energies of the Void itself.

Themes
Evil
Void
Neglect
Binding

C r e a t i n g A F a c t i o n

If you wish to apply, please create your faction (bear in mind this is split up in to smaller sections to keep things manageable) using the sheet below. The sheet to use will vary depending on whether or not you wish to play as a Human Faction, or if you wish to claim an Outer Plane and become a Demon Lord.

H u m a n S h e e t

Champion [+]

Stronghold [+]

Faction [+]

O u t e r P l a n e S h e e t

Location [+]

Lord [+]

Holding [+]

Host [+]

O t h e r I n f o r m a t i o n

I would just like to bring up some basic contextual and gameplay points in regards to this RP: namely that, like all RPs should be (though NRPs manage to find a way to fall out of this) an exercise in collaborative storytelling. There is a plot, and I will be unrolling it over time, with each player getting something different out of it, as it will be pretty personalised; but as with all things, how much enjoyment you get from this RP will be directly proportional to how much you put in. What I mean by this is that I highly encourage you to open dialogues with your fellow players and develop your own internal plots and subplots, schemes and plans. Have your own story outline planned in your head too, and you will have a good time fighting for your corner of Creation in this RP. If you 'just wait' for something to happen, you may be bitterly disappointed. So get out there and start some fires.

Something I would also like to address is how NRPs can often become simple power struggles between players, waving their electronic faction penis at others and trying to be the best. Now I know everybody who has read this far is as much against this sort of play as I am, but i'm going to say it anyway: Combat and battles are a story device. Only. Any combat that the writers cannot resolve between them will be resolved by me, and you will probably like the result less than you would if you agreed with one another. So play nice, it's just a story. Plus you seem way cooler if you put the story first, and an elephant like myself never forgets that.

C l a i m e d P l a n e s

Claim a Plane by completing an application and having it accepted. You can hold a plane temporarily for yourself by submitting an application with substantial content for a Plane that has relatively little application competition, even though it may not be complete yet.

The Mortal Lands [ X ] - Maximum 5 player capacity - Flagg, Terminal, Saint, Vahir, ASTA
The Ashen Abyss [ X ] - Claimed - GreivousKhan
The Eternal Verdance [ X ] - Claimed - TwistedSun
The Nightmare Steppes [ ] - Unclaimed
The Wraith Lands [ X ] - Claimed - Raptorman
The Searing Wastes [ X ] - Claimed - MonkeyPants
Eternal Judgement [ X ] - Claimed - Sigma
The Frigid Scar [ X ] - Claimed - Peace Keeper
The Garden of Filth [ X ] - Claimed - Palamon
Sea of Stars [ X ] - Claimed - Milieu
Spine of Iron [ X ] - Claimed - The Fair Lady
Desolate Labyrinth [ X ] - Claimed - Marra Mistborn
Mirror of the Wind [ X ] - Claimed - Legion020
The Pit of Sorrows [ ] - Unclaimed

C u r r e n t F a c t i o n s