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Stars over the Asphalt

A modern-fantasy roleplay set in Seattle in the year 2015.

Synopsis

Magic users used to feature prominently in ancient human history until the greatest magicians summoned hordes of armies to do battle with their enemies. The bloody conflicts that arose nearly eliminated mankind, and as punishment, the gods erased magic from history, reduced the number of magic users, and limited the power of the magicians. The magicians continued their trade in secret throughout the ages, held together by insecure peace and a pact of secrecy. The day came in the 1900s when the gentle balance was threatened by instability in the world during the First and Second World Wars. The devastating events of the 1900s and beyond and the subsequent problems that arose led to wars breaking among the magicians who practiced in secret. Your characters are among the new people who are soon to be pulled into the fray.
History

Before glass obelisks pierced the skies, there were many gods who dwelled in the mortal world among mankind. That Cradle was blessed, where the four rivers diverged at Eden and where creation leapt from every crack in the desert to populate the barren Earth. Families became clans, clans became tribes, and tribes became nations until every peak of that corner was settled.
In those days, the gods bestowed upon mankind the gifts of their holy countenances: great fertility, long life, enduring peace, and enchanting miracles. The gods in such times saw fit to award humanity new dominion over the earth as reward for the devotion and righteousness of the men who smote the wicked under the blessing of the gods. And by the word, it was done. Men glowed with the new dominion over creation that they then had, and they used such powers to bring happiness and goodness to their lands. However, without discipline new powers beget corruption. Men coveted power for themselves and lorded armies to fight their enemies and conquer the Earth. Their unbridled depravity earned punishment from the gods, and the gods took magic away from most of mankind. Mankind would thenceforth have no memory of magic and see such activities as evil rituals, and the last of the conquerors empowered by magic had their abilities reduced, and they were cast into exile.
As time passed, the remnants of the lowest wars in human history disappeared until they were long forgotten. The old gods returned to the heavenly realms, but generation after generation fate found new disciples for the great conquerors. Squabbles were fought in secret, and no one kept record save the spirits and the gods themselves. So it goes. Times came when the disciples were seen as miracle workers, others came when the disciples were pilloried as heretics and apostates. They became heralded leaders and secluded wisemen. Each generation saw something new, and each generation continued the old work. Youth would be drafted into the task of learning the art and teaching it to the next generation. And the gods saw it was good in their eyes that the secret societies blessed by the Essence of Magic remained secret and that regardless of morality, they acknowledged the responsibilities of the powers.
But nothing is forever, such is the flow of time. The same applied to the fragile peace that the magic users had. The great sufferings felt in the time before and during the dawn of the millennium caused disillusionment, and new rivalries and factions came from the fire. Revolutions and bombs, gas chambers and revelations, revivals and rebirths all shaping a new era in history. Magic users once again embroiled themselves in a great conflict that raged in secret, but this time, the veil of secrecy may fall, threatening the delicate balance of all men know.
Rules

  • Follow not only my rules, but also RPG's rules.
  • Adhere to the Casual Roleplay board standards. That means at least a paragraph each post with decent grammar and spelling, bare minimum. (Tip: Don't rush your posts, use spellcheck, and proofread. That usually takes care of most mistakes.)
  • No godmoding, powerplay, etc. Main thing is that you don't act overpowered or overstep your bounds and ruin the roleplay for others.
  • Keep it cool, and keep it classy.
  • No fighting in the OOC, respect your fellow players.
  • My word is final.
  • Please, keep it real in the roleplay. Nothing outrageous or impossible from your character.
  • If you're going to be out for more than two days, let us know. You don't have to say why, but I'd like an early notice.

None of these rules should really be a problem following as long as you use your best judgment and think before you act.
Darius
@Laue
Three figures appeared in the clearing before the godlings. Tall. Longer ears.

Elves.

But they did not appear so nonchalant as they did agitated. Darius' muscles tensed with trepidation, and he took a more defensive stance just as the elves themselves did. They, clad in ranger outfits similar to the one from before, were interrogative and hostile; John and Darius were not welcomed so openly, the distrust of other entities in the realm more apparent to Darius in that moment. A quick study of the group allowed Darius to identify who was in charge. Their weapons were noticeably worn and weaker, especially in comparison to the great sword that Grant drew from nowhere earlier. However, that fact did not change the bold and convicted stances that the elves took against the godlings. I really hope these guys mean well.

"Alright, you two... creatures... who and what are you?" The forest was still, but the trees were watching. A hint gave Sterling the warning. If he played his hand incorrectly, he would be dead again. That loss Darius could not afford, not after he just recovered from the last... 'setback.'

"Captain! One of them... he... it bears the Blightmother's taint!" The sense of alarm spreads instantly before Darius can even react, and the pall of danger descends over him and his acquaintance even sooner. The conflict escalates. Think, Darius, think... A tough fork in the road that Darius did not prepare for demanded that he act in defense or face fate. Please please please, pleeeeeease. There by the trees he hesitated, and he looked to John as if John could offer the boy any help. That glance was all for nought; John hadn't encountered these elves before, and allowing John to act instead would lead to complications.

Darius fired his own shout in reply. "I don't want to fight you!" His knuckles turned white. A wall would be real nice right now, wouldn't it?! He could picture one in his mind that would come between the two groups and protect Darius from their fire, even if for just a moment. In the moment, he didn't really quite think anything else would be more appropriate for the dilemma.
@shadowpenguin07: I'm totally okay with going over 5. Max number of players is 10 anyway. I'll start figuring out how I'm going to do the OOC, it'll be up in a day or two.
All right, I'm interested.

On second thought, I think I've fallen out of practice.

No big deal, I don't have extremely high expectations for ability.

Thanks for the interest!
Good luck in college! I'll totally understand if you get too busy to reply.

Aside from that, do you (or does anybody else, for that matter) have any questions about the roleplay?
@deadpixel101: Sure! I'm willing to as long as you can be an active part of the roleplay and write well enough.
Darius
@Laue
He didn't plan on stopping to examine John's freakish remains. The boy already learned from the events prior to that moment what John's body could do in the Cradle. Wasn't a pretty sight. So Darius turned his back on the body and kept walking. John could catch up on his own, but Darius was more focused on their goal. The shrine gradually disappeared from view as the teenager guided the bioengineer deeper into the specious, verdant forest. Darius remained withdrawn and vigilant on the path to the village from before.

Only a little further. As their location became more remote from the shrine, the boy thought of new ways to effectively retaliate defensively against John or any threat if he were ever so aggressed. If he wanted to survive, he would have to trust his instinct and be willing to kill when necessary. He had moral conflicts about the act of murder, but against the other nascent godlings Darius understood situations where it could not be avoided.

They pressed closer to the edge of the woods and the clearing by the village. Recalling correctly, the brunet kept his eyes peeled for the scene of his death where there'd be some charring from the explosion and perhaps something more sinister or gut-churning.
Bumping again for visibility.
Welcome to the party, Natsu.
Welcome aboard, then, @yeti100!
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