Might ne1 b interested in a, like, I don't remember what its called, like where a bunch of people come together and try to like see who will be the next rockstar or something? I don't know much about it, but I thought it might be fun. Like, ne1 who wanted to join would start out with like 2 or 3 ppl, then as the game progresses you keep having one of your ppl like voted out or something, till thers only a select group of players fav and most developed ppl.
If this gets any positive attention, then it'll become an RP. Yeah, it's not very detailed but...moving on:
War...Every race is seemingly destined to be consumed by its influence, that is how it has been, and forever shall be. Such is the case with the races of Therion. Originally the war was said to be that of a holy war, to cleanse the world of the lesser races. Constant war ravages the land and has succeeded only in the cleansing of the innocent minds, only to then plague them with the lethal disease of hatred. But of course, by no means are all the inhabitants war-like by nature. Many villages, towns, entire countries have tried to maintain a peaceful standard of living. Unfortunately, all peace proposals have ended in some form of betrayal or bloodshed.
However, there is a chance for peace. A way to end the enduring war. There is the Sprit Tear. A legendary rune blade, it is said that whomever wields the Spirit Tear would possess insurmountable power. The uses are said to be limitless, from slaying kings, ruining towns and beating high mountains down too having a panacea to cure all illness and enlarge the weakest soul. Although no one could ever be certain of the sword's whereabouts or true identity, various rumours and folklore point to the highest peaks of the Dragonmount, a gigantic
mountain towards the Northern end of the world. The Dragonmount is shrouded in mystery, as none whom have ventured there have returned to tell the tale.
Okay, the storyline is thus: As you can guess by the name, The Draconian Chronicles, the story will focus on the Draconians, as this story chronicles their last years as one of the prominent races, and catalogue their fall from the position as the most powerful race in Therion. This story is about the Draconians power-hungry quest to get to the Spirit Tear, and use it to further their control over anything and everything. Feel free to make up towns, cities, and people as you like, just make sure you don't control any npc's that I deem important(Unless I stick someone else in charge for some reason). If you are a wizard/mage and are not an elf, fairy or draconian, choose one of the listed god(ess), due to the fact that only those races are able to naturally use magic, whereas the others must receive their spells from praying to their god.
Ush: Sorry bout the disappearance act I pulled back then...don't suppose I can make up for that now?
And seeing that the other idea doesn't have any chance of working, hers another one.
And by the way, the original idea is stolen from: Xythe ( I'm sure he'll join soon enough to kill me, or send someone one his behalf, but until then XD)
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The hunt is on.
Boston, Massachusetts
Karen Anderson sat alone at her table, in a little known cheap-but-good French restaurant. She had only arrived there less than five minutes ago, and was quietly waiting for a waiter or waitress to come along and take his order. There were a few other people at the small restaurant named, 'Bon Apetit', but the place was far from crowded. Karen could see two other couples talking quietly with each other, plus the waiters, cooks, and other restaurant employees, making a total of fourteen people currently in the restaurant. Quite a small number, considering the 'dangerous and unlawful' capacity of 45 people... a limit that would almost be filled before the night was through.
That's the one? The waiter peered cautiously at Karen from the kitchen one last time before moving. She doesn't look dangerous... he thought as he approached the her. "Bonjour and Bob Apetit!" he said enthusiastically with an obviously forced French accent. In reality, however, he was nervous as hell about the operation. What if something goes wrong? What if the public hears about it? Jean knew that there was nothing he could do about it, though. He was just a simple waiter with complicated orders. "May I take your order, sil vous plait? he asked, playing his part word for word. Karen responded, and Jean wrote something down on his little waiter's pad... but it wasn't Karen's order. Instead, he wrote, "Table 3 male brown hair medium build" all in one jumbled sentence. When Karen was finished, she responded with "Merci, monsieur", and hurried back to the kitchen. "Very good, Jean. Now just wait here until I give you further orders. You will be paid if the operation is a success.
Karen was fidgeting with the vase of cheap flowers at her table when she realized that one of the couples had left. After taking another look around, she discovered that both the couples had left. She then realized just how quiet the place had become. She was now their only customer, when there were usually about ten other people at the restaurant at this hour. Karen glanced at her watch. The hands pointed to 9:30. Strange... my drink should've been here almost five minutes ago. She thought, looking around the restaurant again. She then realized that neither of the couples had paid... or even eaten. Okay. Calm down. They don't know. They can't know. Karen was getting nervous now. The whole thing looked like a setup. Slowly rising, she leaned over her table and took a quick peek at the kitchen. Nobody there. Here's my chance. Suddenly, Karen bolted towards the exit and pulled on the door. It was locked. "Freeze! Don't move a muscle!"
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Jeremy Smith knew exactly what he was doing. He and his team were some of the best trained men in the country, and he was sure that they would do well, even though this was only the first time they had worked together. Most of them didn't even know why they had been ordered to go after this woman, or any of the other 'innocent' individuals on the list. "They're still human, aren't they?" some said, "They deserve to live just as much as we do!" They were fired. A few days later, they had turned up dead. That's what happens when you know too much, though. Nobody said it was fair. Besides, they couldn't afford to have the secret get out. It was worth the sacrifice.
"Now Karen, slowly put your hands above your head." Jeremy knew that there could be no mistakes tonight. If she got away, not only would it mean Jeremy's death, but the secret would get away with him, and to Jeremy, that was worse than death.
I'm caught. Karen didn't know how they had found her, and she didn't care much either. Knowing that they would kill her, Karen only cared about one thing- and that was survival. As she slowly raised her hands up in front of her body, her back to the team of soldiers, she came up with a plan. Her hands, invisible to his aggressors, formed a few quick symbols before rising above her head. Two seconds later, Karen formed the final symbol, a dove. At that moment, a giant cloud of red smoke exploded from her position, temporarily blinding everyone in the restaurant. She ran towards the kitchen as the men fired randomly into the smoke. Bursting out of the red mist and into the kitchen, Karen realized that it wasn't over yet. Two guards stood only seven feet away from her. Karen's eyes suddenly turned a deep shade of blue as they looked into them.
What's going on? Blake thought, seeing her still alive in front of him, I could've sword I just unloaded a full clip on her. Blake turned to his teammate and saw a look of bewilderment on her face. Karen began to form more seals. Both guards ejected their clips from their guns and began to reload. Damn! We'll never make it in time! In under two seconds, both men had been tossed violently against the walls, and crumpled to the ground next to their discarded ammunition- both full clips of .45 caliber rounds. I love that trick... she thought as she ran towards the back exit. Just as she slammed the door behind her, a torrent of bullets smashed against their metal frames behind. Karen turned around, exhausted and confused. In front of her stood a single man. "Impressive, Karen, but I'm afraid that this is the end of the line."
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Karen was stunned. Is this how they found me? But he would never give away my identity! The man in front of her was tall and had light brown skin. His black hair fell down in front of his face in spiked clumps. He wore a light gray jacket and regular grey pants, and carried no weapons whatsoever. "But... why? What could they possibly have paid you that's valuable enough?" Karen knew that she had been betrayed. She instantly recognized the man as Shailin, a member of a mysterious organization that studied Ki, witchcraft, and other supernatural powers. An organization which Karen belonged to. They had been kept secret for so many years, and Karen could not believe that this man would betray them, and yet here he was- the only thing now that stood between her and freedom. The bastard.
Shailin felt nothing for this woman. She was going to die, and there was nothing that could change that now. She was cursed with the same curse that would eventually kill Shailin himself, but it was a curse that must be destroyed. Not only the powers, but the secrets that they held. If the world knew... The church, the governments of countless nations, all would be gone. And Shailin was sure that his kind would all be killed, too. The entire planet would organize a modern day witch hunt, and millions would be killed, and millions more who were innocent. "I know you believe your 'gift' can be used for good." he said calmly, extending his arm as he spoke, "But it can only result in destruction." Shailin made a few quick gestures, and in seconds, Karen was face down on the ground in a pool of her own blood and vomit.
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“Magic is not a fairy tale. It isn’t the myth that you think it is, not the imaginary force in video games and movies. No, it is very real, and very dangerous. Or so that’s what somebody thinks. So far, nobody has figured out who. All we know is that he’s hunting us down, one by one, and there hasn’t been a single survivor. Even the most elite of certain magick clans have been killed, somehow. The reason for these attacks is unknown- if they wanted to kill every magick user, well, that would be impossible. The Secretary of Defense, two members of the Supreme Court, the governor of Massachusetts- all know the secret. All of them are wielders of magick themselves. And that’s just in America. Even the Pope himself uses magick. But yet we’re turning up dead one by one in the streets. Needless to say, a resistance has been formed. Old rivalries have been forgotten, and we have decided to join together and fight back as one.
Users of every sort of magick imaginable have been gathered together in hopes of forming an elite team. The plan is to go from predator to prey. To hunt down our attackers and defeat them with our combined powers. Voodoo, Ki, Witchcraft, Magick… There is no difference now. It will all become a weapon, means to destroy those who would attack us. Two days from now the gatherings will be held, in separate locations, of course. That’s where you come in. Will you ignore our plea, our desperate cry for help, and leave us to die? Or will you fight back to save our secrets? Will you join the resistance?”
The Resistance is a movement led by the highest ranking members of each of the magick clans to destroy the men that are attacking magick users and killing them off. It’s not the most well thought out plan, but it’s arguably the best there is now. With absolutely no knowledge of who is attacking magick users or why, The Resistance will try to fight back. The odds aren’t in their favor… even if they do find the men they are looking for, what can a ragtag group of people, regardless of the forces they possess, do against a group of obviously highly trained individuals with guns? Your orders would simply be to track them down and kill them. That’s all you have to go by. Is this your path?
Or will you join the Sage’s? They have a more pessimistic- or in their minds, realistic view of things. They believe that magick in the modern world is over. It can no longer be practiced safely, and those who know the secrets should go in hiding and try to survive for as long as they can. However, that isn’t to say they’re cowards. Not at all. The Sage’s plan is to gather the secrets of all forms of magick, and scatter them in secret locations throughout the world. Of course it will be a difficult task. Not only must they avoid being caught, for to do so would mean to deliver all the secrets of magick directly to the hands of the enemy. Furthermore, they must find locations where nobody can find these secrets, and place clues around the world as to their whereabouts so clever that their pursuers cannot decipher them. The Sage’s are a more professional group, consisting of more powerful mages. It is a highly organized and well thought out plan that they have. But is this really what you want? To hid the secrets of magick away, possibly for hundreds or thousands of years until somebody uncovers them? It is a horrible thought indeed, but it may very well be the only way to save them in the long run.