OokawaMonkeypants said
I got nothing.. At all. I can't think of a better plot than hate burn murder kill .... Grrr !
That's all the plot you need! let slip the dogs of War!
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That's all the plot you need! let slip the dogs of War!
I know I should have no part in this but what is wrong with just giving people the result of their orders and getting them to write it? Far less work and research for the GM and you weed out the absent. You would of course have to get approval for what you had written from the GM and have a deadline much like the update. IE post your update from Friday to Sunday and you have the rest of the week to get your treaties and interactions sorted out. And you could have separate update posts and reaction posts. Or something...
Could be worse. I am waiting just to get refused entry!
I don't know precisely what's going on or If I can actually join (ie refused guys but op says open) and I know they are not stated but could I be Canada, Mexico or Cuba, in that order of preference, thanks. I only want to play a smaller role.
Tatsua Aiisen said
In the interest of not slowing down this roleplay, I'll be backing out~!Good luck!
Its great. A fantastic base for cramming in all the details everyone wants. Not what I imagined exactly but it's really good. What did you use to make it?
The Mortal Realm
The New World
Ururyon Mountain Chain
The Golden River Valley
Absalom sat the highest perch atop Mount Ila gazing down onto the green stretch of land before him and he was happy. He had not drawn his sword… no one in the valley had drawn their sword in anger for over two years now. Raiding has ceased and the mountain creatures remained in their caves. For a very long time, he and the valley were at complete peace and the people around him happy. This ended that long dark day.
In the weeks leading up to the day the Planar Conflux were rife with ill omens. Mens dreams were haunted by strange beings, beasts and alien lands, the stars of the night skies became foreign and strange and the Golden River's waters mysteriously flowed crimson with blood as they had during the bloody wars of the valleys past. These omens however, were but small indicators of the grave event occurring across the mortal plane, invisible to lesser beings. The sign which forced the people to see that something was terribly, morbidly wrong was the tremor. Absalom's nightly visions were unlike the others, true he dreamt of the same unimaginable horrors as the rest of the valley did but he saw other things equally unimaginable. Absalom dreamt of stars. Often sweeping in at the end of a nightmare the fiery light of the suns would drive away whatever ethereal scourge was tormenting his dreams. Most importantly, he saw a world ablaze, above the destruction he saw Mount Ila and all the mountain people stretched out beneath it with faces both weary and staunch, finally in turn hovering above the valley was a Great Orb of light, glowing with solidarity to his people.
At midday, when the Sun reached the top of the sky and banished the shadows from the land, at first the people felt a peculiar rolling sensation, an eerie sense of unfamiliar motion they felt in their legs and gut. Then, the shockwaves intensified, and people began to be thrown from their feet. Market stalls collapsed outright, the mortar between bricks tore and shredded and the steeples of several temples collapsed outright. Rock and mudslides poured down from the peaks of the mountains, and even at the peak of Mount Ila, the stones of the nameless fortress momentarily shivered in their setting. The valley was in chaos, men’s minds drifted back to the last war before turning their gaze towards Mount Ila and their protector. It was obvious to all, a great event had begun.
The protectors of the Golden Vale did not sit idly in the wake of these signs - they sent runners to the outlying villages, the other valleys and gatherings of the nomadic peoples who lived outside the Ururyon Mountains to see what they said of the signs, and again and again, the answer was the same - in the Crescent Savannah, a great Fissure had split Earth, miles deep and wide, such that not even the sun could fully illuminate its depths. It was decided that an expedition be mounted against this great scar on the earth, its connections to the ill omens obvious and its threat to the Valley- great. The journey would be long and difficult, whatsoever task befell them on their arrival could potentially decide the fate of the valley. Only the best warriors and scouts would be sent, among them one of the great mountain warlords of the past, Rhesus, directly chosen by Absalom for his skill and wisdom.
They met in the evening atop Mt. Ila, within Absalom's council room in the central keep. Rhesus and the others arrived and sat around the central table, awaiting the presence of Absalom - Champion and Protector of the Golden Valley, who was without equal amongst Mortal Men. Despite his reputation, a hunched and concerned looking Absalom entered. His gathered followers looked at him expectantly. With hushed tones Absalom began, the sadness obvious in his face, "Our land, homes are imperilled. We cannot fight our troubles directly as we have before. My friends I do not know the cause nor reason of these unknown terrors that befall us but we must endeavour against them. The outsiders claim a great cleft has opened in the plains to the distant south. I fear the repercussions of this catastrophe are linked to the entire world and if not fought against, we and the world shall tumble into ruin. I have decided that against our traditions, for the very survival of those traditions we must venture beyond our mountains'. Absalom paused. 'I must leave you for I have walked the breath of this world and have, for reasons beyond my comprehension... perhaps, the means to act against the oncoming storm'.
Rhesus stood abruptly, a certain wariness visiting his features. "Absalom, you must not leave the Golden Valley. The people here see you as their saviour, and it is you alone who unites and guides the many warriors and soldiers amongst us. Some might fear your departure would herald the return of old days. I do not think there would be panic, but the people would grow doubtful, fearful of their guardsmen and of us."
'Have you been having different dreams than me or any other, old Friend?' interjected Absalom. 'There seem to be darker things lurking in the night to be afraid of than guardsmen. But I fear you are right once again. You understand the burden will be upon you, you will lead our men out and beyond, further than any of your people have travelled before. You will set out immediately, with our best warriors and scouts and source the harbinger of our current misfortunes. If it is within your power, destroy it.'
"This I shall do, though I must ask what all of us must be thinking. It would seem to me that these omens might either be those of the world itself warning us, or as you have now said, cast by some maligned intelligence for darker purposes. What if the rumours are true, Absalom? What if these omens, this Fissure, are the work of the Diadochi?"
"I see the rumours of my old life remain as ever popular with the people. I doubt the involvement of those lecherous mages, they have not worked against me since you were a boy though have felt a similar chill in the air as of late, even our mountain feels different. if our malcontent is part of some great portent then all we can attempt is prayer. I shall remain here in defence of our home, may the Mountain never fall" Absalom said rising from his seat. "Quickly now Rhesus, time is fleeting, you make take the fortress guards and the best scouts in the valley, may luck be in your favour."
The following morning, Rhesus descended from the peak of Mt. Ila with a sizeable group of warriors and skirmishers, who would bid farewell to their families in the valley below before heading out into a world alien to them, possibly to never return. Upon reaching the outlying mountains Rhesus’ band was met by a deathly pale rider atop a withered horse mad with fear and starvation. Rhesus saw their worst fears had been confirmed, the black blooded message, now half decayed scrawled into the back of the mounted corpse might of well signalled the apocalypse. None the less he had to endeavour southward, he ordered the men with the strongest stomachs to ferry the necrotic warning across the mountains to Absalom, and after all it was addressed to him.
The corpse posed more questions than answers. Who was the message from? How do they know of the planar threat? How did they know his name? There were others like him? What did they mean by your kind? All Absalom knew was that he had to protect his people, their homes and whatever immense power buried away within Mount Ila, he would not be listening to instructions chiselled into a rotting man’s back.
The New World
Ururyon Mountain Chain
The Golden River Valley
Absalom sat the highest perch atop Mount Ila gazing down onto the green stretch of land before him and he was happy. He had not drawn his sword… no one in the valley had drawn their sword in anger for over two years now. Raiding has ceased and the mountain creatures remained in their caves. For a very long time, he and the valley were at complete peace and the people around him happy. This ended that long dark day.
In the weeks leading up to the day the Planar Conflux were rife with ill omens. Mens dreams were haunted by strange beings, beasts and alien lands, the stars of the night skies became foreign and strange and the Golden River's waters mysteriously flowed crimson with blood as they had during the bloody wars of the valleys past. These omens however, were but small indicators of the grave event occurring across the mortal plane, invisible to lesser beings. The sign which forced the people to see that something was terribly, morbidly wrong was the tremor. Absalom's nightly visions were unlike the others, true he dreamt of the same unimaginable horrors as the rest of the valley did but he saw other things equally unimaginable. Absalom dreamt of stars. Often sweeping in at the end of a nightmare the fiery light of the suns would drive away whatever ethereal scourge was tormenting his dreams. Most importantly, he saw a world ablaze, above the destruction he saw Mount Ila and all the mountain people stretched out beneath it with faces both weary and staunch, finally in turn hovering above the valley was a Great Orb of light, glowing with solidarity to his people.
At midday, when the Sun reached the top of the sky and banished the shadows from the land, at first the people felt a peculiar rolling sensation, an eerie sense of unfamiliar motion they felt in their legs and gut. Then, the shockwaves intensified, and people began to be thrown from their feet. Market stalls collapsed outright, the mortar between bricks tore and shredded and the steeples of several temples collapsed outright. Rock and mudslides poured down from the peaks of the mountains, and even at the peak of Mount Ila, the stones of the nameless fortress momentarily shivered in their setting. The valley was in chaos, men’s minds drifted back to the last war before turning their gaze towards Mount Ila and their protector. It was obvious to all, a great event had begun.
The protectors of the Golden Vale did not sit idly in the wake of these signs - they sent runners to the outlying villages, the other valleys and gatherings of the nomadic peoples who lived outside the Ururyon Mountains to see what they said of the signs, and again and again, the answer was the same - in the Crescent Savannah, a great Fissure had split Earth, miles deep and wide, such that not even the sun could fully illuminate its depths. It was decided that an expedition be mounted against this great scar on the earth, its connections to the ill omens obvious and its threat to the Valley- great. The journey would be long and difficult, whatsoever task befell them on their arrival could potentially decide the fate of the valley. Only the best warriors and scouts would be sent, among them one of the great mountain warlords of the past, Rhesus, directly chosen by Absalom for his skill and wisdom.
They met in the evening atop Mt. Ila, within Absalom's council room in the central keep. Rhesus and the others arrived and sat around the central table, awaiting the presence of Absalom - Champion and Protector of the Golden Valley, who was without equal amongst Mortal Men. Despite his reputation, a hunched and concerned looking Absalom entered. His gathered followers looked at him expectantly. With hushed tones Absalom began, the sadness obvious in his face, "Our land, homes are imperilled. We cannot fight our troubles directly as we have before. My friends I do not know the cause nor reason of these unknown terrors that befall us but we must endeavour against them. The outsiders claim a great cleft has opened in the plains to the distant south. I fear the repercussions of this catastrophe are linked to the entire world and if not fought against, we and the world shall tumble into ruin. I have decided that against our traditions, for the very survival of those traditions we must venture beyond our mountains'. Absalom paused. 'I must leave you for I have walked the breath of this world and have, for reasons beyond my comprehension... perhaps, the means to act against the oncoming storm'.
Rhesus stood abruptly, a certain wariness visiting his features. "Absalom, you must not leave the Golden Valley. The people here see you as their saviour, and it is you alone who unites and guides the many warriors and soldiers amongst us. Some might fear your departure would herald the return of old days. I do not think there would be panic, but the people would grow doubtful, fearful of their guardsmen and of us."
'Have you been having different dreams than me or any other, old Friend?' interjected Absalom. 'There seem to be darker things lurking in the night to be afraid of than guardsmen. But I fear you are right once again. You understand the burden will be upon you, you will lead our men out and beyond, further than any of your people have travelled before. You will set out immediately, with our best warriors and scouts and source the harbinger of our current misfortunes. If it is within your power, destroy it.'
"This I shall do, though I must ask what all of us must be thinking. It would seem to me that these omens might either be those of the world itself warning us, or as you have now said, cast by some maligned intelligence for darker purposes. What if the rumours are true, Absalom? What if these omens, this Fissure, are the work of the Diadochi?"
"I see the rumours of my old life remain as ever popular with the people. I doubt the involvement of those lecherous mages, they have not worked against me since you were a boy though have felt a similar chill in the air as of late, even our mountain feels different. if our malcontent is part of some great portent then all we can attempt is prayer. I shall remain here in defence of our home, may the Mountain never fall" Absalom said rising from his seat. "Quickly now Rhesus, time is fleeting, you make take the fortress guards and the best scouts in the valley, may luck be in your favour."
The following morning, Rhesus descended from the peak of Mt. Ila with a sizeable group of warriors and skirmishers, who would bid farewell to their families in the valley below before heading out into a world alien to them, possibly to never return. Upon reaching the outlying mountains Rhesus’ band was met by a deathly pale rider atop a withered horse mad with fear and starvation. Rhesus saw their worst fears had been confirmed, the black blooded message, now half decayed scrawled into the back of the mounted corpse might of well signalled the apocalypse. None the less he had to endeavour southward, he ordered the men with the strongest stomachs to ferry the necrotic warning across the mountains to Absalom, and after all it was addressed to him.
The corpse posed more questions than answers. Who was the message from? How do they know of the planar threat? How did they know his name? There were others like him? What did they mean by your kind? All Absalom knew was that he had to protect his people, their homes and whatever immense power buried away within Mount Ila, he would not be listening to instructions chiselled into a rotting man’s back.
Milieu said
Haha so my antagonist is named after my fortress and the black hole my character created? You could've gotten a bit more creative xD Bring it on.
I thought The rival WAS the fortress and black hole you created. I thought it was a really cool subversion.
Ignore. Double Post!
GreivousKhan said
Antagonists of who though...
Everyone, Everyone gets a rival, you, me - Everyone.
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