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7 days ago
People need to stop caring about politics that much. I won't openly discuss who I wanted/who I voted for (if I voted at all) and the majority of my friends (demos and reps) have defriended me. Idiots.
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21 days ago
Mhm... you can try @The Raven Calls. You'll have a difficult time.
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21 days ago
We enjoy hiding from most of the world and we enjoy staying in our abyss of darkened comfort.
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1 mo ago
I feel your pain @Marlowe
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2 mos ago
You definitely find out who your true family and friends are when you are stressed out and feel like you are drowning. Approximately ~ 60 more years to go. *sigh* I'm disappointed.
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Bio

Salutations~ I am The Savant.

I have been role-playing for over a decade, and I am in my early to mid-twenties. I enjoy reading and writing a lot. The two most current books that I have finished and highly recommend are "The Darkening" by Sunya Mara and "Immortal Longings" by Chloe Gong. Those are the genres that I love to participate in most during my writing, though I am not limited to those. I enjoy all forms of concepts from ancient times to current day issues from fantasy to advanced technology. Fantasy species. Anything that catches my inspirational eye.

If you are ever interested in chatting or possibly setting up a role-play with me through DMs one-on-ones, message me. I promise I do not bite ~ hard. I prefer to role-play with people my age or older because I enjoy graphic descriptions and writings of adult themes. Not everyone appreciates those details which I understand and can respect: Inform me of what you want from me. Boundaries are key with writing partners and I love being able to stay within the boundaries and keep partners for a long time.

I have recently decided to start writing my book with one of my past character and group role-play inspirations that failed, recently, on this site. I have also had odd ideas of writing a book with another person through our role-plays, though I have never had anyone be interested in actually attempting it so I ask people very rarely. If you would be interested in such a crazy idea, chat with me. I would love to discuss this.

Other than that, I am a substitute teacher throughout the week, so I tend to be distracted from morning hours to mid-afternoon but I tend to check my phone and reply when I can. I am an active person even if my public appearance on the site does not live up to that statement. I stay at DMs, usually.

Thank you for reading my biography and getting to know about me. Come get acquainted with me.

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Placement


Royal Family
Prince Zavala Zeras

Regia Guard Leader Leonhart Astaros
Regia Guards [1/5]
Godric Argyle

Wardana Captains [08]

Leader of the Rebellion Ergen Ilkin
Rebellion/Activists

StormTouch
Dollface
Alora Lowell
Callina - Cult leader
Melori Astaros - Wife of the Regia Guard leader

Everyone Else
First Ringers
Second Ringers
Third Ringers
Jaina Vann - Apprentice to the leader of the Regia Guard
Fourth Ringers
Faylrie
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖

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Centuries ago the storm was a darkness on the horizon if that, and in current times that same darkness filled the trembling terrors of the citizens of the Nameless City. Everything has been dead quiet for the past month and this has not only put the Wardana on Guard but the Regia, the royal council, and the Regia himself. Naturally, small storm surges happened frequently (difficult to figure out if there was a pattern to the chaos) but they were there unlike the current situation. Nothing for a moon cycle and it was causing everyone’s skin to crawl.

The occurrence was causing prayers from the fourth and third rings to sound more throughout the city while darkness was lit by their ikon-lanterns and it has been the discussion of the second ring. Individuals have been discussing everything and anything. What was happening!? Why were the storm surges delayed and who could possibly remedy this? No one. There was no hope for anyone.

A storm of chaos never shrunk in time and never tried to crawl closer to the center of the city. This should have been considered a time of peace but it was a time of more fear than usual. People were at each other’s necks, surprisingly, the royal council was probably outbursting emotionally the most. A few of the council members were becoming irrational in their thoughts and discussion. Pure devastation. Concern. Sadness. Greed. All the spectrum of emotion could be seen within only a few hours of the council meeting. The Regia, a husk of what the once prince was, had the golden sun-touched eyes of their prestigious god. The Great King. As he spoke, thousands of voices could be heard at once. Children. Men. Women. Everyone as it focused on a booming voice of confidence and reassurance. We will succeed. There were many different missions to figure out why the storm was so still of late but no one could come to a conclusion.

No one has heard the spine-chilling thunderclap-like howls that echoed into the city and bounced against the great stone walls for too long. The fourth was the most shaken when it came to this occurrence. Not one storm surge in a moon cycle must mean they were going to face a giant one… Some individuals could be heard talking throughout the city and explaining that it was more comforting when the beasts were rampaging through the fourth, wrecking buildings, leaving a path of destruction, displacing their families, and shredding their faith. This emptiness was unexplainable for most.

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​꓅ꃄ​​ꑾ ꁹ​​ꋫꂵꑾ꒒ꑾꇘ​​ꇘ ꉓ꒐꓅ꌥ


Dₒ yₒᵤ ₕₑₐᵣ ₘₑ wₕₑₑₚᵢₙg fₒᵣ yₒᵤ? Fₒᵣ ₑᵥₑᵣyₒₙₑ?

ₗₑₜ ₜₕₑ dₐᵣₖₙₑₛₛ bₑcₒₘₑ wₐᵣₘₜₕ...
Wₐᵣₘₜₕ ₜₕₐₜ wᵢₗₗ cₒₘfₒᵣₜ yₒᵤ.
Cₒₘfₒᵣₜ yₒᵤ ᵢₙₜₒ ₑₜₑᵣₙₐₗ ₛₗₑₑₚ

Dₒ yₒᵤ ₜₕᵢₙₖ yₒᵤ cₐₙ ₑₛcₐₚₑ fᵣₒₘ ₘₑ?
Yₒᵤ ₐᵣₑ ₗₒₛₜ wᵢₜₕᵢₙ ₘₑ.
ₗₒₛₜ wᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₘₑ.
Dₒ yₒᵤ ₕₑₐᵣ ₘy ₛₒᵣᵣₒw?
Dₒ yₒᵤ cₕₒₒₛₑ ₜₒ ₙₒₜ ₗᵢₛₜₑₙ ₜₒ ₘₑ?
ᵢ bₑg yₒᵤ ₜₒ ₗᵢₛₜₑₙ.
Fᵢₙd cₒₘfₒᵣₜ ᵢₙ ₘₑ.
ₙₒₜₕᵢₙg wᵢₗₗ ₑᵥₑᵣ ₕᵤᵣₜ ₐgₐᵢₙ.
ᵢ ₚᵣₒₘᵢₛₑ.

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From the darkest depths of the curse-ridden storm that surrounds the city to the gracious lights of the heavens upon the central tower, where do you find yourself? The once beautiful city is flooded with chaos from the populous and tension from the royals and the council of the Great King. Each Regia, the physical vessel of the god of light, has been passing earlier and earlier. The last Regia known passed away at a mere glance of fifty.

The city is centuries old, and the storm is older than that. Once the city was proud with seven rings and valleys and foundations past the seventh wall. Now the city finds the encroaching darkness from the storm past the wall that separated the fifth and fourth rings. Roughly ten years ago a storm surge that was seen like no other consumed the fifth and shadowed beats, storm beasts, rampaged through the Wardana and Regia Guard’s defenses. A handful of Wardana were lost. The population of the fifth was immense though the fourth’s population only increased by double if that.

Everyone in the kingdom, especially the outer two rings, the fourth and the third pray to the Great King. The god of light. The savior of the city is to protect them from the storm surges and to keep them safe from the storm's touch. After the last major storm surge took over the fifth ring, prayers were not enough for people, and a revolution blossomed like a beautiful lotus flower. A flower of fiery power. A power that the royals and the council fear. A threat that the first and second rings want to squash out like the butt of a finished cigarette. It leaves a sour taste in their mouths.

Where does your story begin?

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🆃🅷🅴 🆂🅴🆅🅴🅽 🆁🅸🅽🅶🆂
Each ring of the city is an ancient stone wall that was built before anyone in any part of the city was born. They are hundreds of feet high and about a few hundred feet thick. Starting from the central ring and going to the outer rings, you have to pass through large iron-enforced gates that spiral down cracked stone stairs. Riddled with guards that will pull you aside and question you at any moment if you are unlucky.

All seven rings stood strongly and miles upon miles away from the storm but each year the storm encroaches. No one ever thought that it was an issue. That they needed a solution till the seventh ring itself was consumed by the storm beasts and darkness.

There were seven rings, and each ring had a purpose. The seventh was the ring that allowed protected farmlands and waterways to develop around the city. The ring supplied the most food and safe drinking water while holding the most livestock and animals of the nameless city.

The sixth ring was a production ring, everything from the seventh ring was sent to this ring to go through protection by specialized ikonomancers. The industrial ring they called it. It had the second-largest population out of all the rings.

As the storm consumed the seventh and the sixth, everyone that survived each consumption was forced into the rings that were closer to the center ring. The central ring or the first ring, is the home of the Regia, the beautiful leader of the city. The leader sacrifices their body for the Great King to have a physical vessel. The leader that most look up to. They pray to.





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🆃🅷🅴 🅼🅰🅶🅸🅲 🅾🅵 🆃🅷🅴 🆆🅾🆁🅻🅳
ɪᴋᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴᴄʏ & ɪᴋᴏɴs

The magic of this world comes from what is known as Ikons. These are basic geometric symbols to complex multi-symboled systems to fix, create, build, heal, and destroy. Most people specialize in certain ikons and practice harnessing the abilities of ikonomancy from the Wardana Academy in the third ring. The majority of individuals do not know how to actually form ikons or create new ones but they are easy for non-ikon-influenced individuals to use.

Unauthorized ikonomancy especially in the lower rings is frowned upon and can get one in trouble with the Wardana or the Regia guard themselves. Third ringers and above are allowed to use ikons and ikonomancy for leisure, unlike the lowest ring inhabitants. They are able to use ikons in bakeries and other areas to help improve morale and create new beautiful works.

First and second-ringers automatically begin learning about ikons and attempting ikonomancy in their younger years because of the education they receive. Third-ringers do not get that as much but they have access depending on how wealthy their family is. Fourth ringers are only able to get their ikons from the gray market or unauthorized learnings such as generational hammy downs.

There are ikons for almost everything and if they do not have them, someone is trying to figure out a new one, and so on. There are ikons used in bakeries to make pastries like sugar doves fly and edible roses to form when a cookie is broken with that specific jelly and ikon carved into it.

An ikon to tie shoes when you put them on.

To run bath water and heat it up instead of doing it manually on the stove.

Ikons for battle. Offensive and defensive.

Fourth ringers are only allowed to use ikons that are already established and even sometimes are not allowed to do that. Depending on if they are secret passages into other rings and so on. Not all passages are known. It’s only a problem when you are caught!

Ikonomancy is a very versatile magic and is quite hard to master. People who are naturally born with the understanding or seem to have an easier time learning tend to be herded into the Wardana Academy though can choose to not go and not learn about Ikons. Most would see that as a foolish thing especially if you come from the lower rings. Anyone from any ring is allowed to go to the Wardana Academy even if it is harder for fourth ringers to present their case or have already established Wardana take them as apprentices.

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

The revolution was brought to light before the sixth ring fell victim to the storm and has continued to have stragglers stay a part of it till current times. In the past decade, it seems to have become a rising threat to the higher rings, especially towards the first ring that holds the Regia, the Regia guard, and the third ring that houses the Wardana.

Most of the revolutionists come from the fifth, fourth, and third rings. After the surge that took the fifth ring happened over a decade ago, the revolution seemed to gather more followers. More people believe that the “Great King” is the god to blame for their suffering, their loss, and everything evil that happens in the world. If he was so great, why wouldn’t he stop the storm? Why wouldn’t he change things for the better? The Great King in their eyes is a failure who has allowed suffering to go on too long because of his selfishness.

Everyone that is a part of the revolution and is caught stands trial. The majority of individuals who go through the trials do not live yet there are a few. Mainly stories. Folk tales. Living through the trials is a rarity. They have not had a trial going on in about half a decade though the Regia Guard are trying their best to find the leader(s) of the revolution and put them to trial.

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𝔽𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕝𝕖-ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪

I use the term “sandbox” role-play very loosely since this is not a choose-your-own story but is to a point. There are things happening in the bigger picture for this whole idea. Some character(s) will have more influence than others. No matter what you are, fourth ringer to first ringer, your character(s) decisions will influence the story in some way. Somehow. Decisions have consequences no matter how small they are.

Character-wise, you have the freedom to go for whatever you want. Currently, there are no restrictions though there are recommendations for some character(s) who will have more difficulties because of rings and so on. It creates difficulties and causes people to have creative ways of jumping over those hoops and hopefully not getting caught by the Regia Guard or Wardana!

At the beginning of this role-play, everything is in chaos or at least everything to do with the royal family, Regia, Regia Guard, and the royal council is in chaos. The higher-ups in the kingdom are trying to figure out solutions because the storm surge past the fourth wall has shaken everyone.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

The slots that have an unlimited amount of access to anyone are inhabitants of the fourth - second ring and apprentices or academic students of the Wardana Academy. There is no cap on characters for an individual player as well. I will probably have quite a few character(s) that are not NPCs running around.

Character(s) positions that are capped are the Royal family, the Regia, the Regia Guard, and the Wardana.

- No character under the age of twenty-five will be allowed to be a Regia Guard.
- Characters that are apprentices of the Regia guard have to have at least two to four years of the academy under their belt and be the highest in their ranks
- No character under the age of fourteen can apply and participate in the Wardana Academy
- Wardana leaders typically are late teens to late forties in age

- Regia is a position that will most likely be filled by an NPC unless an individual makes a great claim as to why they want this position for it is not very active. The Regia is a lifeless husk because the Great King (who is an NPC) speaks through them and uses their physical form which makes it very difficult to write and I will not allow this to be anything above a secondary character for anyone.
- Regia Guard are individuals that protect the Regia and step on the bounds of morals when it comes to protecting the city and hushing the revolutionists and not caring for the storm touched. There are only six slots opened for the Regia Guard including the leader. These are individuals who have excelled during their academics, were Wardana (leaders or not), and were able to become apprentices to the Regia Guard. The Regia Guard are only allowed to take on one apprentice to replace them except for the leader who is able to take on two.

[0/6] Regia Guard slots are taken.

- Wardana Leaders are a part of the Wardana Academy and tend to work as trainers. Wardana leaders are able to have up to five apprentices under them. There are eight slots for Wardana leaders in the symbolization of cardinal and intermediate directions. One for each to protect the city and the people against storm surges and storm beasts.

[0/8] Wardana Leaders slots are taken.

Wardana leaders have to have at least one apprentice under them at all times.

- Storm Touch character(s) are individuals who are touched by the storm. Storm beasts however do not cause curses to happen. The storm herself causes curses to befall individuals and generational curses happen as well. If a character is touched by the storm, they will develop a curse. That curse can be practically anything. Snakes for hair. Owl characteristics. Rock skin that slowly consumes the body. Cat-like features. Anything. Nothing is considered fortunate when touched by the storm. The individual becomes ineligible for rations and the majority of people fear them.


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This Role-play is inspired by the "Darkening" book by Sunya Mara. There will be no canon character(s) apart from this role-play. All original character(s).
Count me interested! I might have an idea but, I’ll think it through and see what I can come up with.


Sounds good to me! If you have any questions you can DM me on here or discord or join the public discord. I'll help discuss out ideas as well if needed.
Might be interested. I have this vague idea of a character born out of wed lock by a woman in one of the high ranking families. Maybe the mother of this character had relations with someone in the Third. In any case, the birth was kept secret, and the mother, or someone else in the family, ordered a loyalist under her to give the baby to the storm. (the idea here that this loyalist would have to walk into the storm himself to give the babe.)

Ultimately the loyalist couldn't bring themself to do that to a baby but curses themselves to keep up appearances. They then raise the baby as one of the storm touched and scars the baby's face and body with searing metal to make the baby appear as storm touched.

What I'm thinking is that this Loyalist knew Ikonomancy and taught it to the child in secret, maybe taking the child to the fifth ring during training or something, assuming that is possible. In any case child is grown up now. Knows they were abandoned. Is pissed off, and wants to kill their mother for abandoning them.

I'm also playing around with the idea of starting the character off by having them steal some Wardana armor during the day that the fourth ringers get access to the third.

Just some thoughts I'm having :)

(Side note: My time may be limited as might my ability to log onto the site often (I'm a father). If this RP takes off and I join, any chance that you will start a discord so that I can be notified of when people are planning to post)


Wild things happen in life, and I could definitely see upper ringers having affairs and things going wrong with lower ringers. If one walks into the storm, they most likely are not coming out, and was probably a good idea that they didn't take themselves or the baby in the storm!

Being storm-touched is always a curse since you would not be considered human/eligible for rations anymore! You would only be accepted in the fourth ring and would probably live in a house full of other storm-touched individuals. For the concept of burning the child's face. Physical scars versus actual curses from the storm touch are different, especially by keen and educated eyes.
The individual could have taken the baby to the Gray Market and had a face changer change their face instead of being so gruesome, but the creative liberty is up to you! Just throwing a few more ideas in the pot for you.

Do not worry about life obligations! This will be a slow-burn RP that allows people to come and go. A reason I loosely use the term sandbox and flexible. For the idea about the character knowing ikonomancy and ikons. They can. You will have to explain in the story to the character why they know it and if they learned from actual reliable sources like going through the Academy. Did they retire? Did they desert the Academy? So on.
Being in the fourth ring and practicing Ikonomancy and using unregulated ikons in that area is very dangerous so they definitely would have to be on the cautious side of things! The Wardana and Regia Guard do not like "filth" knowing more than they should.

Your character can always attempt to steal from the Wardana Academy but that is a lot of planning and work! It's possible. They would have to plan and figure out how to get to the highest point of the third ring where the Academy lies. Get in and out without setting off any alarms and so on. You will figure that out!
If anyone wants to join the discord for the RP, it is up! discord.gg/xFJhxQ9Et. Come discuss!
I will add this for the sake of adding direct contact. If you have any questions and want quick replies to DM me! If you want easier communication back and forth, my discord is Mayflowers3161. You can add me and ask all the questions you want about lore the world, characters, or whatever your heart desires!
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Dₒ yₒᵤ ₕₑₐᵣ ₘₑ wₕₑₑₚᵢₙg fₒᵣ yₒᵤ? Fₒᵣ ₑᵥₑᵣyₒₙₑ?

ₗₑₜ ₜₕₑ dₐᵣₖₙₑₛₛ bₑcₒₘₑ wₐᵣₘₜₕ...
Wₐᵣₘₜₕ ₜₕₐₜ wᵢₗₗ cₒₘfₒᵣₜ yₒᵤ.
Cₒₘfₒᵣₜ yₒᵤ ᵢₙₜₒ ₑₜₑᵣₙₐₗ ₛₗₑₑₚ

Dₒ yₒᵤ ₜₕᵢₙₖ yₒᵤ cₐₙ ₑₛcₐₚₑ fᵣₒₘ ₘₑ?
Yₒᵤ ₐᵣₑ ₗₒₛₜ wᵢₜₕᵢₙ ₘₑ.
ₗₒₛₜ wᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₘₑ.
Dₒ yₒᵤ ₕₑₐᵣ ₘy ₛₒᵣᵣₒw?
Dₒ yₒᵤ cₕₒₒₛₑ ₜₒ ₙₒₜ ₗᵢₛₜₑₙ ₜₒ ₘₑ?
ᵢ bₑg yₒᵤ ₜₒ ₗᵢₛₜₑₙ.
Fᵢₙd cₒₘfₒᵣₜ ᵢₙ ₘₑ.
ₙₒₜₕᵢₙg wᵢₗₗ ₑᵥₑᵣ ₕᵤᵣₜ ₐgₐᵢₙ.
ᵢ ₚᵣₒₘᵢₛₑ.



From the darkest depths of the curse-ridden storm that surrounds the city to the gracious lights of the heavens upon the central tower, where do you find yourself? The once beautiful city is flooded with chaos from the populous and tension from the royals and the council of the Great King. Each Regia, the physical vessel of the god of light, has been passing earlier and earlier. The last Regia known passed away at a mere glance of fifty.

The city is centuries old, and the storm is older than that. Once the city was proud with seven rings and valleys and foundations past the seventh wall. Now the city finds the encroaching darkness from the storm past the wall that separated the fifth and fourth rings. Roughly ten years ago a storm surge that was seen like no other consumed the fifth and shadowed beats, storm beasts, rampaged through the Wardana and Regia Guard’s defenses. A handful of Wardana were lost. The population of the fifth was immense though the fourth’s population only increased by double if that.

Everyone in the kingdom, especially the outer two rings, the fourth and the third pray to the Great King. The god of light. The savior of the city is to protect them from the storm surges and to keep them safe from the storm's touch. After the last major storm surge took over the fifth ring, prayers were not enough for people, and a revolution blossomed like a beautiful lotus flower. A flower of fiery power. A power that the royals and the council fear. A threat that the first and second rings want to squash out like the butt of a finished cigarette. It leaves a sour taste in their mouths.

Where does your story begin?



𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 ℜ𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰

Each ring of the city is an ancient stone wall that was built before anyone in any part of the city was born. They are hundreds of feet high and about a few hundred feet thick. Starting from the central ring and going to the outer rings, you have to pass through large iron-enforced gates that spiral down cracked stone stairs. Riddled with guards that will pull you aside and question you at any moment if you are unlucky.

All seven rings stood strongly and miles upon miles away from the storm but each year the storm encroaches. No one ever thought that it was an issue. That they needed a solution till the seventh ring itself was consumed by the storm beasts and darkness.

There were seven rings, and each ring had a purpose. The seventh was the ring that allowed protected farmlands and waterways to develop around the city. The ring supplied the most food and safe drinking water while holding the most livestock and animals of the nameless city.

The sixth ring was a production ring, everything from the seventh ring was sent to this ring to go through protection by specialized ikonomancers. The industrial ring they called it. It had the second-largest population out of all the rings.

As the storm consumed the seventh and the sixth, everyone that survived each consumption was forced into the rings that were closer to the center ring. The central ring or the first ring, is the home of the Regia, the beautiful leader of the city. The leader sacrifices their body for the Great King to have a physical vessel. The leader that most look up to. They pray to.








𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡




𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫




𝔉𝔬𝔠𝔲𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔬𝔩𝔢-𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔶

I use the term “sandbox” role-play very loosely since this is not a choose-your-own story but is to a point. There are things happening in the bigger picture for this whole idea. Some character(s) will have more influence than others. No matter what you are, fourth ringer to first ringer, your character(s) decisions will influence the story in some way. Somehow. Decisions have consequences no matter how small they are.

Character-wise, you have the freedom to go for whatever you want. Currently, there are no restrictions though there are recommendations for some character(s) who will have more difficulties because of rings and so on. It creates difficulties and causes people to have creative ways of jumping over those hoops and hopefully not getting caught by the Regia Guard or Wardana!

At the beginning of this role-play, everything is in chaos or at least everything to do with the royal family, Regia, Regia Guard, and the royal council is in chaos. The higher-ups in the kingdom are trying to figure out solutions because the storm surge past the fourth wall has shaken everyone.


ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

The slots that have an unlimited amount of access to anyone are inhabitants of the fourth - second ring and apprentices or academic students of the Wardana Academy. There is no cap on characters for an individual player as well. I will probably have quite a few character(s) that are not NPCs running around.

Character(s) positions that are capped are the Royal family, the Regia, the Regia Guard, and the Wardana.

- No character under the age of twenty-five will be allowed to be a Regia Guard.
- Characters that are apprentices of the Regia guard have to have at least two to four years of the academy under their belt and be the highest in their ranks
- No character under the age of fourteen can apply and participate in the Wardana Academy
- Wardana leaders typically are late teens to late forties in age

- Regia is a position that will most likely be filled by an NPC unless an individual makes a great claim as to why they want this position for it is not very active. The Regia is a lifeless husk because the Great King (who is an NPC) speaks through them and uses their physical form which makes it very difficult to write and I will not allow this to be anything above a secondary character for anyone.
- Regia Guard are individuals that protect the Regia and step on the bounds of morals when it comes to protecting the city and hushing the revolutionists and not caring for the storm touched. There are only six slots opened for the Regia Guard including the leader. These are individuals who have excelled during their academics, were Wardana (leaders or not), and were able to become apprentices to the Regia Guard. The Regia Guard are only allowed to take on one apprentice to replace them except for the leader who is able to take on two.

[0/6] Regia Guard slots are taken.

- Wardana Leaders are a part of the Wardana Academy and tend to work as trainers. Wardana leaders are able to have up to five apprentices under them. There are eight slots for Wardana leaders in the symbolization of cardinal and intermediate directions. One for each to protect the city and the people against storm surges and storm beasts.

[0/8] Wardana Leaders slots are taken.

Wardana leaders have to have at least one apprentice under them at all times.

- Storm Touch character(s) are individuals who are touched by the storm. Storm beasts however do not cause curses to happen. The storm herself causes curses to befall individuals and generational curses happen as well. If a character is touched by the storm, they will develop a curse. That curse can be practically anything. Snakes for hair. Owl characteristics. Rock skin that slowly consumes the body. Cat-like features. Anything. Nothing is considered fortunate when touched by the storm. The individual becomes ineligible for rations and the majority of people fear them.





This Role-play is inspired by the "Darkening" book by Sunya Mara. There will be no canon character(s) apart from this role-play. All original character(s).


One of the character(s) who will be played by the GM:

One of our group has been banned lol damn

Anyone else aside from Expendable and Zora still playing?


I am still interested! I am just kind of lost and just finished up with the last day of the summer semester, so I am free to sit down and think of a post now! Also the bear was banned? WHAT!?!




As he began to wander around to find Estella, Tommy found himself quickly blocked by the volunteer from this morning. Time… Tim. It’s Tim. He thought to himself while staring at the man who had a bright smile and a stack of papers in hand. “Hey Thomas, aren’t you supposed to be up on stage?” The man acted curiously but both of them knew that Tommy was supposed to be up on the stage. Tim flipped through the papers and had a copy of the whole festival outline, even the date auction.

Sighing at the man’s question, he didn’t have time for this, but he wasn’t going to be rude. Was he? “Time. Aah mean Tim. Tim. Aah'm busy at the moment. Aah caint go back up onto the stage. Aah've to find someone,” Thomas was trying to be polite but he was on a mission. He needed to make sure Estella was okay before driving back to Nixie’s house and making sure he didn’t drop that letter anywhere around her house. A sickening feeling overwhelmed him. What if he dropped it around the festival? His eyes might have got a little wider with that thought while he looked distractedly around at the other people.

Is everything alright sheriff?” Tim asked while being on the page of the date auction, showing the other man that he was next in line to get auctioned off. That he needed to be up there because he signed himself up.

Stroking a hand through his hair, he sighed, “Everythin' is fine. Aah just need to do other stuff right now,” That was a lie. Everything was not alright. He was probably going through withdrawals today. It felt like it. He thought the withdrawals that he experienced almost a week ago were bad. God… this felt horrible. He felt physically sick at this point. He could tell that he wasn’t keeping his behavior under control or his attitude in check either. Cursing himself, he should have just gone home earlier. This is what happens when an alcoholic just randomly tries to stop drinking for the twelfth plus time in eight years. He has almost made it two weeks. He can keep going. Can’t he?
Tim smiled in somewhat of an awkward way when Thomas responded, clearing his throat, “My son junior is a part of the boys and girls club and he really loves it there. More donations would give you a bigger budget to play around with…” Dammit, Tim! Why did you have to bring up the kids? Now the man was conflicted and he grabbed his jaw, covering his mouth with his hand while thinking. Staring at Tim. The man was being difficult. Thomas was being difficult. He shouldn’t have left the stage like an idiot.
Aah'm just overwhelmed beh-cuz aah got a few texts about a friend. Aah forgot somethin' back at a friends hahss as well. If ya want meh to go back onto the stage, can ya find Estella Serrano fo-wah meh? Text meh if ya see her. Just the location, so aah know she is okay?” This man was somewhat annoying because he knew the man wasn’t going to quit trying to get him back on stage.

The other man seemed to smile when being able to help, “Yeah, I can text you when I see her!” Tim was someone who always seemed to want to help. Volunteering for everything. He was somewhat of an annoying parent to the point where he put padding on his kid if they were playing dodgeball. He would put his kids in helmets as well. Thomas understood safety but it felt a little too much sometimes.

Great. Text meh. Aah really appreciate it,” The man gestured in a way that said thank you as well while he began to go back to the stage. Tim waved him goodbye with that typical smile he had on his face. It reminded Thomas of those old store clerks in the old western movies. Almost to a point where it was fake like Tim was hiding behind a mask. A little eerie sometimes.

Thomas made it back onto stage and got back into his place. Then he noticed Nixie standing there, but he didn’t say anything at all. He looked away from her. Maybe it was because of the gifts he left at her house or the possibility of her finding that letter. It might be that he felt like the woman ignored him all day. Like everyone else. Thomas was in his own head but he didn’t see any of his friends except Levi and he had no idea how to feel about that. Not seeing Levi the whole night either then getting a text message about Estella from him was bothersome. Could the cowboy say he was upset with all his friends? Yes. Yes he could.

No one cared to hangout with him after he got off his shift, he searched around for people and it seemed like he looked everywhere twice before giving up. Thomas knew he wasn’t in a good state right now. If he had been drinking, he would have been calmer and not overthinking everything. He just needed a drink at this point. Maybe he should have had a few before getting up on stage. All those thoughts about his friends disappeared as alcohol filled his mind.

The cold truth of not having anyone truly there to support you was hitting him again. Everytime he tried to stop drinking, he found himself alone, and he felt like he couldn’t tell anyone about his problems. That they would just leave. That’s what people did when his father started drinking. He was scared of being alone but he was alone. All these false connections with people were not true connections nor would they ever be especially if he continued drinking.

Thomas wished he never came back to Sanctuary. This was sober Thomas’s mind talking. The man did truly wish that he never came back. Wishing that he didn’t pick up the phone to get the message from his grandparents on his father’s side. How they guilt tripped him into coming back and taking care of his siblings even though his grandparents, aunts, uncles, or someone else could have. Thomas ruined his life on that day. Making that decision. A decision that he regretted.

It ruined everything for him. Dropping out of college to switch to online as he tried to support his younger brothers. Roy hated him. Almost every day from school a, How was school today, or whatever comment of positivity or support Thomas gave those boys. Junior would stay in his room and sometimes talk. Roy would explode on him. Throwing things. Throwing hands. Breaking stuff. Just explosions of emotion that a twenty-one year old Thomas did not know how to handle and practically allowed to happen. He allowed Roy to be the way he was and he hated himself for it but he didn’t know what else to do. He wasn’t supposed to be a parent for teenagers in his early twenties.

Moving back killed the relationship he had as well. They were going strong and for a little over a year, she was extremely good-hearted, and she loved being around Thomas. Thomas loved being around her. She was a biology student who was planning on specializing in farm animals. If he never came back, the stress of long distance wouldn’t have ruined it for them.

His whole plan was to stay a year longer in the big city for her to graduate with her bachelors in biology before going wherever she wanted to for veterinary school. They knew each other for a little while before getting into a relationship which was nice. They started out as friends and got closer. Probably didn’t help when she came to the house and that was a disaster. She wanted to surprise him for his birthday while attempting long distance and her experience was horrible. Roy was awful. Junior got jealous and pretty much fought for all of Thomas’s attention. The boys just wanted attention even if it was good or bad. Thomas was so stressed out. Roy was a brat and began to ask so many inappropriate things or say crude comments. It was awful. About two weeks after that with no communication, he got a paragraph of texts explaining that long distance wasn’t working out. That she really does care and love for him but she has a hard time with the long distance. How she hopes they could still be friends. Maybe try again in the future? But she wanted to live life. Thomas understood and didn’t fight about those texts. It however did make him heartbroken. With all the stress of Roy as well. That was the first night Thomas drank heavily and locked himself away in his room. Ignoring the world. Ignoring everyone and everything.

Why was his mind wandering so much? About what could have been. He came back. He fucked up. Everything is fucked. Thomas hated it and he kept his arms crossed, putting a barrier between him and everyone else, as he stood there silently and stared at the floor. Trapped in his thoughts. A part of him hated being sober because it allowed him to think of everything and he didn’t want to think of everything.

Stop thinking… You don’t have to think at all. Think about dogs or horses or something. You always wanted dogs. Maybe you should go adopt one. It might make this process easier for you. Having something there with you. Something that will listen and not judge you for being awful and depressed and lonely, That’s what he should, he should just get a dog. It would probably help. Pandora helps a lot. Thomas will go out to the barn and talk to her all the time. It always felt like she was supportive. Unless he was drinking then she would break the bottles no matter if he was holding them in his hand or not. They would be breaking if he was drinking by her.

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