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"You can do what you want, but it'll come... It'll consume us, eat us slowly from the inside out. Brothers against Brothers, Friend against Friend. You cannot escape it, you cannot kill it. The dark is rising."

This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...
Long ago, a great evil swept across this land, and it... possessed people. Turned them on their families. Ate them, not their physical bodies, but their soul, until they were nothing more than a hollow shell, with basic instincts: Hunt, and eat. The disease... The plague ravaged our lands for years, until one faithful day...
A hero rose from the rubble. Pure of heart, soul, and mind, he was impervious to the evil that had now consumed almost all of the world's population. This hero.. This legend, he fought through hordes of demons, through Hell, until he finally reached the heart of the great Darkness. With a shining blade, a blade so fearsome in the eyes of Darkness, our hero struck the Darkness so valiantly, so courageously...
And yet...
Our hero's ways were in vain. Luckily... Just barely, our hero was able to escape. The evil was apparently too strong for any mortal man to strike down. So, the remaining survivors prayed to the Gods.
"O' have mercy on us!" They pleaded. And as if in the blink of an eye, the survivor's prayers were answered. Down came our hero, once more. This time, he was aglow with power... The power no mortal man could attain. This time, our hero struck the Darkness, and it cried out in agony. Soon, the plague was found absolutely nowhere in the world. The empty shells who had killed so many, returned to their normal state.
Except...
Except for the hero.
His body was encased in an ancient stone, so strong no hammer could break it. And there, with his sword raised heroically in the air, our hero was frozen in time.
The legend states that a new hero, or even heroes, will rise once again in the time of our greatest need, and go on an adventer so perilous, some might not even survive. Across the Great Seas, across the Deadly Sands of Ahk' Muuntan, they will travel, and once again pierce the souless Darkness, and bring peace to Sainhall.

Sadly... This legend has been lost to time, and age. It now survives only in the small town of Algara, known only to the Village Elder.

Setting: Set in the ancient world of Sainhall. The area surrounding includes:
Algara: A rural village just outside of the Sang Wai Kingdom territory. Agriculture rests on farming and hunting. At the age of twelve, young boys are taken on their first hunting trip, after preparing most of their lives. If they return successfully, they are considered men. If not, they must repeat the ceremony only once every year, until they finally return with a kill.

The Eastern Kingdom: A Kingdom shrouded in mystery. No soul has ever dared set foot into the Kingdom's territory, for fear of ancient magic and curses. As well, no one has ever met anyone from the Eastern Kingdom, and if they saw anyone coming from it, they'd most likely kill them on site.

Jo' Tal: A busy, commerce. The capital of Sainhall, and the house of King Roslin. Mostly deals with trading, and shipping, seeing as how it is located right on the edge of the Great Seas.

The Great Seas: A cast expanse of water. Plain and simple. It's used mainly as a mode of transport, as it feeds all of the rivers in Sainhall. Nobody has traversed this Sea, but a few of the Great Sailors, and of course, the Hero himself.

Ahk' Muuntan: Translated into 'Sea of Sand', Ahk' Muuntan is just that. As far as the eye can see, no sign of vegetation or water. Just bleak sand dunes. The Town Elder in Algara claims to have walked into the desert on a dare, only to collapse about twenty feet out, as if the heat is intensified as soon as you step foot into it.

The Unkown: The uncharted regions on the map. From the rest of the Eastern Kingdom, so the edges of the Great Sea, and far beyond Ahk' Muuntan, the Unkown is said to carry creatures of legend... Even the Darkness itself.

Other Cities:
Ta'K Nun: A seafaring village near the border of the Eastern Kingdom on the Great Seas.

Lo'k Na: Ritualistic society, based on sacrifices and a bizzare religion. They worship a giant crow, usually depicted having intestines, worms, eyeballs, or other icky things in it's mouth.

Rashan: Set right in the middle of Sainhall, Rashan is sunny, peaceful, and is known for producing almost all of Jo' Tal's medicine, and nurses/doctors. Magical healers are said to live here, as well.

Mi' Nan: Located in the Misty Mountains(real original name, right?) to the north, Mi' Nan is known for many of the archers in the Jo' Tal military. It's a warfaring society, and rather large, seeing as how it dominated many of the lower cities, and combined them to form a mini-kingdom.

Sunan: The Elven kingdom. Elves are graceful, and beautiful, but keep to themselves. Any elf that leaves Sunan, is usually shunned from ever coming back, unless it's the Royal Messenger. Few have ever seen the elves, but all have heard of them.

What role do you play in this story?
You are one of the heroes. Soon the great time of passing will come, and the world will be in great need.
You will be called upon by the Gods, and you will soon learn of your true destiny.


Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Place of Origin:
Weapon of Choice(If mage, you'll probably only use a weapon created from your element, or a dagger etc.)
Race(Human, or elf. PM me for an evil role):
History:
Description(Picture, or otherwise):

(PSST. I want DETAILED histories, and if you don't have a picture, DETAILED descriptions.)

RULES
1.Read & Understand ToS. Basic.
2. No God-Modding.
3. No Impervious...-ness. Don't be a douchebag ^^
4. Did I mention... YOU CAN DIE. kthnx.
5. I won't allow an excessive amount of people from one village. Spread the love <3
6. Have fun.


NEW RULES
1. Once again, PM for an evil spot.
2. PM me for a mage, healer, or elf spot.
3. The story will develope as we move along. Hence why it's in Unhosted.
4. I WANT ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. One person slipped by, and that's all I'm allowing <3
5. Posts should be MORE than FOUR sentences. And please, don't post bull shit sentences like 'He sat down.', make them detailed. I mean all of this in the nicest way possible. I'm not trying to be a dick xD


I'll be posting my bio in a bit, just give me some time to start thinking of one. I didn't expect this to be approved so fast xD

Character Sheet
Name: Isocretes 'Iso' Ravine

Age: Seventeen

Gender: Male

Place of Origin: Algara

Weapon(s) of Choice: Single-Handed longsword. Elven-Made bow, hand crafted arrows.

Race: Human

History: Iso's birth had many strange occurences, of which labeled him for years and years as the next hero. First, just when he was conceived, a storm rapidly approached Algara, tearing away roofs, livestock, and destroying crops. When the ninth month approached, more things happened. A young boy drowned in the nearby river, cattle became sickly ill, and the meat they produced passed the disease on to some of the villagers. How could all of this death be the sign of a hero? Well, when almost half the village had died from the disease, and many more were still ill, one fine morning, the sun rose, and everyone felt better. The lost livestock were replaced, the destroyed crops grew in much, much more than was planted. The day that Iso was born was the greatest day in the history of Algara.
Soon, Iso turned three, and began to talk and walk. He showed no promise, though, as he fell over often, and slurred his words. His mother and father shrugged it off, saying it was just his young age. Indeed it was. Iso first held a sword at the age of four. He swung it once, twice, thrice times, and knew that it was his destiny to wield a blade. Iso could hunt with the best of them, and once even snuck off to follow the older men on a hunt, to see what it was like. For days, Iso tracked them, until finally he collapsed from exhaustion and lack of food, or water, in the middle of the forest. Luckily, though, the hunting group followed the same path back home, and found Iso on the edge of death. After a good scolding, Iso and the rest of the village had a good hearty laugh.
Iso slowly, though, began to show less and less promise than anyone else in the village. He was thin, lanky, and smaller than the other boys. As a result, Iso was teased repeatedly, until one day, he snapped.
Iso was in line to by bread for his mother and father. Iso had begun to wear his sword at his side, seeing as how he trained almost every minute of the day, trying to get better. One of the... 'Popular' boys decided to throw rocks at Iso, and call him foul names, just because Iso was smaller than he was. When Iso didn't respond to the rocks, nor the names, the boy decided to tackle Iso, which made matters worse. The boy threw his body into Iso, and landed on top of him, throwing punches and screaming. Iso struggled to get away, but his arms were lodged underneath the boy's powerful legs. The villagers in line didn't help, because they found fighting a good way to toughen the body, and soul. So, Iso was left defenseless to take the punches of the savage boy. After minutes of senseless violences, the boy let up, and started to walk away. Though, only a couple meters away from Iso, the boy let off a retort about Iso's mother. This made Iso horribly angry. With a deathly scream, Iso jumped up with blinding speed, and found his hand on the hilt of the sword, a warm liquid running down his fist. The blade had pierced the boy's back, and crept through his stomach. In a last gasp of breath, the boy collapsed to the ground. Dead.
This didn't please any of the villagers, except for the village Elder. Well, it didn't please him that a boy was dead, it pleased him because he knew a prophecy was being fufilled. The Elder only smiled and waved at Iso, as he was banished from the town, never to return.
For years, Iso has stayed in the forests near Algara, occasionaly encountering members of the village, only for them not to recognise him as he does them. Iso trains day after day, hoping to earn the right to return to his village. The longsword that killed the boy, and an Elven made bow, given to him by a stranger, are all that are left in his posession. Besides clothes, of course.

Description(Picture, or otherwise): Black hair, with hints of blue in it. Tall, around 5'11". Lanky, thin, long torso and legs. His bow hangs aross his back, along with the quiver. His sword dangles at his side. A black cloak covers up a black shirt, and pants, along with black shoes. The cloak's hood is kept almost all of the time.
(If someone will post the picture, it'll be alot easier. PM if you'll do it for me, please and thanks <3)

Name: Dosu Kinuta
age: 22
Gender: male
Place of Origin: The Unknown
Weapon of Choice: Blue Scarab Claw
Race: Human
History: Dosu was raised in The Uknown and lived there happily.... till the age of 5. When he was 6 he got his first set of clawz. He trained very little with them and mainly focused on school. His dad Marketh was the root of Dosus childhood success. Unfortunantly Marketh had a disease in which he would see undead evil scary things. They could attack him and he could attack back.
His friends confirmed he had this ever since he was a kid, he was born with it. Marketh for a year was relived of these evil things until Dosus 8th Birthday. His father went to grab his New set of clawz when a Mage apeared. Red evil eyes the mage casted Water and Electric on Marketh. Everything Marketh tryed was unsuccesful. To everyone else he looked like he was fighting air. He eventually was shocked to much to the point of buring. The mage took of his mask releaving an undead fiend. It cut Marketh to the point of not even recognizing him. The mage hung his body in town square. Dosu never saw this but his mother did and knew it was Marketh right away. His mother was mentally scared still to this current time.
Dosu never got that gift. At the age of 13 he was shunned by peopel in the school. A mad man in a coat with a dagger killed most of the kids in school. Dosu was cut from head to torso. When the killer turned around Dosu stuck his claws threw his back and out his chest and said " All is black ! but i can still see !!!" And he riped out the mans spine and passed out. He was rapped heavily from his torso to head. He never took the bandages off. From that point on he trained his hardest day and night quiting school. At the age of 19 he felt he was at the best shape of his life and to this day He knows his purpose in life. Along with his two good friends. Kin and Zaku who he met while intence training when he kicked down a tree after his 1,943 kick.
Description:

Name: Sarahmier goncha

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Place of Origin: Sang Wai Kingdom territory ((Around or Algara))

Weapon of Choice Mostly hand to hand combat and very violent/primitive tactics. Carries a Wakazashi that fell from a merchants cart.

Race: Human

History:He was the son of a wealthy Province, not a ruler or a king but a Laudable rich man.When he was born his father bragged about his wonderful perfect son, his mother was just as happy. two of the guards of his fathers family created a flawless plan to become very rich very fast. He payed them fairly but never added a bonus or even said thanks, they felt him and his family was ungrateful for their services so they kidnapped the new born child and held him for a handsome ransom. The men kept the child with them in there shared homes. The house was on the outskirts more near the forest. The man slumbered and the child was crying but the men some how slept past it. Through the window crept two Large black Worg wolfs. They inspected the place looking for spare foods and things like that. The wolfs walk to the room where the men were keeping the child. When the wolfs smelt the child and went to get a better look at what was making all the noise, he instantly stopped crying and a smile shot up on his face. The wolfs where not heartless and knew this child was not were he should be. The smaller wolf took the child by the shirt in its teeth and carried him in its mouth. As the wolfs and the child began to leave the home the men awoke and went for their arms. The man pulled out a dagger and lunged at the one holding the child. The larger wolf Lept in the air and took the man by the neck, almost instantly killing him. The second man cowered for his life but the large wolf had no mercy, he tore the poor man to bits taking a arm with him as they left the house for the wild. When they returned to their nesting areas many new wolfs greeted the child, he had a natural like ness to all of the wolfs. He had a new family,brothers and sisters. As the years progressed the child grew. He was taught as a wolf and learned as a wolf. The larger wolf that took him in acted as a leader and a father to the boy, and the smaller one was obviously his mother figure. The large wolf lead the pack, but the proud wolf was still very old and died of natural causes. He left control over the pack to his human/wolf son.

Description: Tan/white - 6 feet tall- black hair-Muscle body...But not beef head body. Wears no shirt but wears old worin out pants. keeps his weapon sheathed on his side. Scared body from living in the wild. gray eyes.

Hey, how are we gonna introduced as hero's? Or do we know right now? Like is it gonna happen in the story or are we the hero's right now?

x__X hes gatta tell the people who joined that this was accepted

oh.. not accepted yet... 0_0 Sorry took kind of a break from RP and joined the first one I could find... lols Thanks

YES ThIS EXCEPTED I JUST SAID HE NEEDS TO TELL PEOPLE THAT THIS WAS !

Sorry... im dumb ROFL

Sorry, sorry.
For future reference, I have Lacrosse Tuesdays, and Church Wednesdays, so I'll be on late, if at all.

ANYWAYS.

Your character will be introduced as normal, or whatever your character's state is before he/she receives the callling. I'll Rp a different God for each of you, and whatever that God's element is, you basically represent it. Not that you can USE the element-you can to a certain extent-, but since you have the element, you have the God.

That was confusing, so here's something else, to dull it down a bit xD
You represent the God that gives you your calling to be a Hero.
That does it =D


Now...
Where is everyone? D:

Name: Mercury "Merc" Andias

Age: 27

Place of origin: Ahk' Muuntan

Weapon of choice: Scimitar **and a musket if allowed**

Race: Human

History: Mercury's father always believed in treasure. Sometimes more than he believed in Mercury. As a child, he was taken out into the desert and was forced to search for long-forgotten treasure. Mercury's father spent all of his money on searching gear, and weapons. His father promised him they would get a ride to Rashan and settle down. Of course he had to find one last treasure. After gathering up local drunks at the tavern, Mercury left with his father into the desert. The they used was old and torn, but he followed it. Unfortunately, raiders followed them to their camp, and slaughtered everyone. Mercury managed to escape by running into the desert with a dead raider's horse. After escaping, Mercury joined the army, in order to chase down the raiders that killed his father. Quickly after, Mercury deserted the army, for reasons unknown. Years later Mercury could be found in taverns, doing escort jobs and random assassinations. After earning enough money to buy supplies, Mercury set up his own crime-ring. Although small-time, and mostly ignored, his crime-ring was behind most pirate attacks and smuggling.
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Description: http://www.lrdg.org/images/Unknown%20Trooper.jpg

better ^-^ more peps but still there was like 6 peps thAt wanted to join at least

wow this thread would have been awsome

Name:Arista Sparx
Age:19
Gender:Female
Place of Origin:Algara
Weapon of Choice: Bow and arrows, small dagger
Race:Human
History:Arista was born on a small farm along the outskirts of Algara. She has three older brothers and no sisters and is the youngest in the family. Arista was brought up to be an idealistic proper young lady. Although having three brothers and no friends outside of the family she often played in mud, wrestled, fought, and even hunted with them. She had an ideal family where veryone loved each other and cared for each other. Her mother was the most kind ad honest person she ever knew. and her Pies where to die for! Arista's fairytale life was cut to an end rather quickly. A plague hit the town of Algara and took her mother and 2 of her dearest brothers lives. Arista could do nothing to stop the misery and suffering of her family. the once so kind and apply home was now shrouded in a dead stillness.She was only but 9 years of age at the time, she was old enough to understand tho. With so little help to harvest the crops her father was forced to sell the farm and the land and move the three of them closer to the town. Arista Adjusted quit well. She even made a few friends. Her brother became a mighty hunter and often returned home with large animals which they sold for gold. At the age of 12 her after crushed her with another burden. She was adopted, he had no idea of her birth parents and that she had been left in the fields when she was a baby, her mother only felt it right to raise her as their own. with this news she was crushed everything slowly crumbled before her eyes. two whole years past until Arista was soon 14 and was getting tired of living a strict proper lifestyle, with her father so worried about finding her a suitor. She had no need for these thoughts and didn't care for them in the least bit. She soon found she had no choice but to leave. She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. With the cover of darkness she silently said her good byes with a tear running down her face. she knew in time they would understand they might not her biological family but they are all she has left. She stole her brothers prized bow and a few arrows to last a short while the slipped out the door closing it quietly behind her. she wandered the streets aimlessly. % years have past since then and Arista has taught herself to be a ranger with almost perfect aim. She has masted it, and taught herself to be street smart by learning from her mistakes. she now is hired as a assassin for a secret society the hunts those who anger the rich, a society only know by a half moon star shaped tattoo on her left arm. Although she finds killing dreadful and horrific and takes no pride in it, She only does it for the money and the reward at the end.
Description: Blond, 5'7, slender, her eyes are a turquoise blue. Her face is heart shaped and kind with almost flawless skin that is evenly tanned. there is a sense of pain hidden beyond her beauty. she wears her hair in a long braid that almost reaches her butt with several beads braided through it each with a story. She wears blueish grey shorts. She has boots that are a silver-white in color that reach up past her knees and resemble armor. and a short dark purple top that barely covers her middle. He half moon shaped star on her left arm is a dark blueish color.

hmm so can we start?

i dont know hes not around ...... at all , but we need him to make the other thread to start =/

true, so i guess we can just wait

ye i hope people dont drop this thread all together

WoW is anyone else gonna post on the thread???

Um, I am still reading up on it, but I will create and post my elf character sheet tonight. Can we have two characters?

Well im not really sure, but just make on right now... better safe than sorry XD

The host for this seems to be MIA, but is it too late to join?