Post by Amut on Feb 25, 2007 1:02:52 GMT
So far what has been decided (though can be still up for debate) is...
- It will be a wild horse roleplay... xP
- It will be on proboards.
I came up with a bit of a plot-rough draft for it, since asked... though it's not overly great (Meaning, I would gladly ditch it for something better. xD) plot-line-like-thing...
“Every story begins with the finishing of another.”
Every light has a shadow. Even great men tend to lie. And not everyone is destined to die. And just because he loves you, doesn’t mean he has the same in mind. Take note.
The war began like every other. And what better at the bottom of it then a maiden. The war began with the brothers of the great king. The darling princes that held the namesake of ‘Heaven’ and ‘Hell’. And so began the feud, and so lasted the feud, and so the feud morphed into the everlasting battle of light against dark and blah, blah, blah…
We have all heard the story. All listened to the remix. Time for something a tad new, yes? Something to ruffle one’s feathers and to get them stomping the yard in anticipation. And yet, really now… originality and creativity, such a fickle, fickle thing. Is it even possible to capture such in this day and age?
Of course.
It happened on the fifth day of the fifth month with one fifth of the herd watching.
It happened on five acres of land and when only five percent of the sun still shown.
It was a perfect catastrophe, with the five being the repeating.
The earth buckled and those near it fell through. Acid rain plummeted and the clouds moved exceptionally fast. Wind ripped their hides as the wrath of many was let loose upon the living once more. With all the ‘demons’ crawling out of the forests and dining. The ocean turned acid and the world, nightmarish. For five days and five nights the land was forsaken by dark clouds the screaming of the dieing. As they slunk from the shadows and fractured the herd. Cornering children, women, and men alike and sending to their ultimate demise while swallowing their spirit and essence.
And so the Perfect Catastrophe broke the Herd… and so when the King and Queen broke from the Protection and offered their selves to spare their Herd… all were silent.
They walked the path of fear. And the Herd stood watch to witness. The clouds broke from black to a light grey, and the torrent slowed to a drizzle. The world was barren and incomplete, and they saw the darkened shadows at the edge…
The King and Queen were swallowed. Their corpses left to their followers, mutilated and disturbing. But the demon held it’s vow. The Herd would be spared for five days. And in those five days the Herd would leave or be consumed.
And so the Herd left never to come back… with the legend of the Perfect Catastrophe told to their children’s children and all generations. And though the Herd broke into the Fractions… they all heard it. The story of the legendary land where the King and Queen were consumed by the demons… about the fortress that stood…
Is it true? One must wonder. Elders of numerous herds tell the same story, give or take details but… still. Is it not amazing that they use the same tales? To believe that the ground beneath you cracked, that colossal giants have came from the forest and mauled one’s ancestors…
Odd occurrences, odd history, odd lore, odd rules. The land is filled to the brim… It is said to have been host to the story of the legends. Said to be the place where the light and dark fought, said to be the place where the knight saved the princess… said to be the place where all else originated and was said to be the place where the gods held their council.
They lay claim to such a title and none seem to object. How odd... and odder yet, this is the place you have stumbled upon.
- It will be a wild horse roleplay... xP
- It will be on proboards.
I came up with a bit of a plot-rough draft for it, since asked... though it's not overly great (Meaning, I would gladly ditch it for something better. xD) plot-line-like-thing...
“Every story begins with the finishing of another.”
Every light has a shadow. Even great men tend to lie. And not everyone is destined to die. And just because he loves you, doesn’t mean he has the same in mind. Take note.
The war began like every other. And what better at the bottom of it then a maiden. The war began with the brothers of the great king. The darling princes that held the namesake of ‘Heaven’ and ‘Hell’. And so began the feud, and so lasted the feud, and so the feud morphed into the everlasting battle of light against dark and blah, blah, blah…
We have all heard the story. All listened to the remix. Time for something a tad new, yes? Something to ruffle one’s feathers and to get them stomping the yard in anticipation. And yet, really now… originality and creativity, such a fickle, fickle thing. Is it even possible to capture such in this day and age?
Of course.
It happened on the fifth day of the fifth month with one fifth of the herd watching.
It happened on five acres of land and when only five percent of the sun still shown.
It was a perfect catastrophe, with the five being the repeating.
The earth buckled and those near it fell through. Acid rain plummeted and the clouds moved exceptionally fast. Wind ripped their hides as the wrath of many was let loose upon the living once more. With all the ‘demons’ crawling out of the forests and dining. The ocean turned acid and the world, nightmarish. For five days and five nights the land was forsaken by dark clouds the screaming of the dieing. As they slunk from the shadows and fractured the herd. Cornering children, women, and men alike and sending to their ultimate demise while swallowing their spirit and essence.
And so the Perfect Catastrophe broke the Herd… and so when the King and Queen broke from the Protection and offered their selves to spare their Herd… all were silent.
They walked the path of fear. And the Herd stood watch to witness. The clouds broke from black to a light grey, and the torrent slowed to a drizzle. The world was barren and incomplete, and they saw the darkened shadows at the edge…
The King and Queen were swallowed. Their corpses left to their followers, mutilated and disturbing. But the demon held it’s vow. The Herd would be spared for five days. And in those five days the Herd would leave or be consumed.
And so the Herd left never to come back… with the legend of the Perfect Catastrophe told to their children’s children and all generations. And though the Herd broke into the Fractions… they all heard it. The story of the legendary land where the King and Queen were consumed by the demons… about the fortress that stood…
Is it true? One must wonder. Elders of numerous herds tell the same story, give or take details but… still. Is it not amazing that they use the same tales? To believe that the ground beneath you cracked, that colossal giants have came from the forest and mauled one’s ancestors…
Odd occurrences, odd history, odd lore, odd rules. The land is filled to the brim… It is said to have been host to the story of the legends. Said to be the place where the light and dark fought, said to be the place where the knight saved the princess… said to be the place where all else originated and was said to be the place where the gods held their council.
They lay claim to such a title and none seem to object. How odd... and odder yet, this is the place you have stumbled upon.