Intro
As one year comes to an end, a new one takes it place. The end of the third era is close, but the future of the fourth era is far from certain. There are signs and whispers of a coming end, as the world has to face the darkness it fought off before, again.
The goddess of the underworld has already sent her first spies and scouts into the world. They are spawned from the darkness itself, and takes any shape they feel suits them. Though they have begun to terrorize the races of the world on a small scale, it is just a taste of what is to come.
Soon, the queen of demons will be able to walk the earth again. The kingdoms of old fought her off, but the only proof of that is what they wrote down before most of them fell into ruin. The gods who were once watching over the mortals have moved on, and the few that remain rarely interact with the world itself.
All anyone can do is pray for salvation.
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"All glory to the brave
Still blood will rain
Through storm and fire
Let war winds reign
It's the feast for the crows"
- Excerpt from Through storm and fire, writer unknown.
<spoiler=Rules>- No godmodding or controlling someone else's characters.
- No one liner posts. Good grammar. I want to see quality posts. I know it might be hard to do that all the time, but you should at least try too.
- Player knowledge and character knowledge are two different things. You might know something that happened or is going to happen, but that doesn't neccessarily mean your character does.
- My word is law.
- Consistent posting. I would prefer a post a week, but I understand if people have other things to do too. However, if you disappear for a longer period of time without a word, your kingdom would be destroyed.
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Though, in some parts of the world you'd never be able to guess that there is evil afoot or that people suffer. At Brighter Than Gold's mansion in Obitus, another party is well under way. The colorful male Morghulis are on the marble floor, dancing to the beat of another song, and trying to charm any of the females to join them. Their heads reminds one of parrots, and at times they are just as loud and chatty.
<spoiler=Music>
The empress herself is lying on a cushion in the window, with a view of the far reaching sea and the harbor below her. She has one foot hanging out over the side of the window, and the wind is keeping her cool enough in the heat.
There are a couple of illusionists near one of the ships on the dock, but they seem to be talking, instead of actually working or doing anything productive. Every now and then, a Morghulis flies through the sky above, on their way somewhere else.
Brighter Than Gold is sipping on her drink, poured in a crystal clear glass. She is the host of many a dance, at her old age, but it is something she does out of boredom. There is no point in being as rich as her, if she has no one to share it with, that is her opinion.
She has no children, nor does she wants any either. It is satisfactory to share it with her race, and that is likely why she was chosen as empress of a people that governs themselves.
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"I swear this is a bad idea." Sunny Moon says, trying to convince the hunting party to let her go.
She has nothing to do in the jungle. It is not her place. Besides, they seem out of it. Someone got eaten by a plant half an hour ago, and they act like it didn't happen.
"Nah, mate. It is a splendid idea." Big Fish says, and takes another smoke of the joint he is carrying. He has a sharp, large knife in his other hand. "You want to prove yourself, then the jungle is the best place to do it. Ain't nothing in the rest of the world that compares to this."
She wants to prove herself, but it will be easier if she is alive. One of the women sits down on a log, and declares that it is time to take another tracking break. While they do stare at the ground, and the plants around them, it's hardly necessary to take three breaks in less than an hour. Sunny Moon can still see the path leading up to the mountain, not that far behind them.
Something in the forest on her left makes noise, and before she knows it, a beast has leaped towards her. She reacts fast to defend herself, but is knocked down on the ground. Sunny Moon closes her eyes, and expects her relatively short life to flash before her. It doesn't, instead Big Fish's voice interrupts.
"Ace!"
"Bloody hell, mate, that's a big one." One of the women exclaims.
Sunny Moon opens her eyes again, and a dark green feline is suspended in the air above her. She knows she would have been dead if she hadn't spent so much time practicing her magic.
"Wonderful." She giggles, and tries to get back up on her feet, but Big Fish keeps her down.
"Gotta celebrate your first." He says, and then they cut open the beast. The blood feels like waves crashing against her face and body.
"My first..." She says, and regrets opening her mouth, but ends up smiling in the end anyway.
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She flies over the black and red buildings of the city of Ember. It is the largest city she has ever seen, and Lost Song has traveled to more places than many other Morghulis. Some say that it was created by the gods, and others say that it was created with magic.
Lost Song can duplicate herself, and bend the world to her will to a small extent, but she doubts she'd be able to wield the type of magic they created Ember with it. The black stone of the older buildings seem to burn, and during the night the city glows in a comforting way.
She lands in the courtyard of the council building. It is the reason she has moved to Ember, even if she longs to return home one day. The Cat Empire is a day's travel away, so she is closer to home than those who come from countries even further away at least.
The council is gathering, and so she needs to be there. It is just another routine meeting, but she hurries through the black stone corridors. She reaches the large doors, and the guards allow her to enter.
Lost Song sits down in the chair belonging to her country. It is more of a throne than a simple chair, but they all look like that. They are all placed at a large round table, and only one seat is always empty. It doesn't belong to any country or race in particular. The legend says it was once the high king's, but he is long gone.
"Good morning, fellow council members." She greets them, and places a stack of papers in front of her.
The goddess of the underworld has already sent her first spies and scouts into the world. They are spawned from the darkness itself, and takes any shape they feel suits them. Though they have begun to terrorize the races of the world on a small scale, it is just a taste of what is to come.
Soon, the queen of demons will be able to walk the earth again. The kingdoms of old fought her off, but the only proof of that is what they wrote down before most of them fell into ruin. The gods who were once watching over the mortals have moved on, and the few that remain rarely interact with the world itself.
All anyone can do is pray for salvation.
<spoiler=Quote>
"All glory to the brave
Still blood will rain
Through storm and fire
Let war winds reign
It's the feast for the crows"
- Excerpt from Through storm and fire, writer unknown.
<spoiler=Rules>- No godmodding or controlling someone else's characters.
- No one liner posts. Good grammar. I want to see quality posts. I know it might be hard to do that all the time, but you should at least try too.
- Player knowledge and character knowledge are two different things. You might know something that happened or is going to happen, but that doesn't neccessarily mean your character does.
- My word is law.
- Consistent posting. I would prefer a post a week, but I understand if people have other things to do too. However, if you disappear for a longer period of time without a word, your kingdom would be destroyed.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
Though, in some parts of the world you'd never be able to guess that there is evil afoot or that people suffer. At Brighter Than Gold's mansion in Obitus, another party is well under way. The colorful male Morghulis are on the marble floor, dancing to the beat of another song, and trying to charm any of the females to join them. Their heads reminds one of parrots, and at times they are just as loud and chatty.
<spoiler=Music>
The empress herself is lying on a cushion in the window, with a view of the far reaching sea and the harbor below her. She has one foot hanging out over the side of the window, and the wind is keeping her cool enough in the heat.
There are a couple of illusionists near one of the ships on the dock, but they seem to be talking, instead of actually working or doing anything productive. Every now and then, a Morghulis flies through the sky above, on their way somewhere else.
Brighter Than Gold is sipping on her drink, poured in a crystal clear glass. She is the host of many a dance, at her old age, but it is something she does out of boredom. There is no point in being as rich as her, if she has no one to share it with, that is her opinion.
She has no children, nor does she wants any either. It is satisfactory to share it with her race, and that is likely why she was chosen as empress of a people that governs themselves.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
"I swear this is a bad idea." Sunny Moon says, trying to convince the hunting party to let her go.
She has nothing to do in the jungle. It is not her place. Besides, they seem out of it. Someone got eaten by a plant half an hour ago, and they act like it didn't happen.
"Nah, mate. It is a splendid idea." Big Fish says, and takes another smoke of the joint he is carrying. He has a sharp, large knife in his other hand. "You want to prove yourself, then the jungle is the best place to do it. Ain't nothing in the rest of the world that compares to this."
She wants to prove herself, but it will be easier if she is alive. One of the women sits down on a log, and declares that it is time to take another tracking break. While they do stare at the ground, and the plants around them, it's hardly necessary to take three breaks in less than an hour. Sunny Moon can still see the path leading up to the mountain, not that far behind them.
Something in the forest on her left makes noise, and before she knows it, a beast has leaped towards her. She reacts fast to defend herself, but is knocked down on the ground. Sunny Moon closes her eyes, and expects her relatively short life to flash before her. It doesn't, instead Big Fish's voice interrupts.
"Ace!"
"Bloody hell, mate, that's a big one." One of the women exclaims.
Sunny Moon opens her eyes again, and a dark green feline is suspended in the air above her. She knows she would have been dead if she hadn't spent so much time practicing her magic.
"Wonderful." She giggles, and tries to get back up on her feet, but Big Fish keeps her down.
"Gotta celebrate your first." He says, and then they cut open the beast. The blood feels like waves crashing against her face and body.
"My first..." She says, and regrets opening her mouth, but ends up smiling in the end anyway.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
She flies over the black and red buildings of the city of Ember. It is the largest city she has ever seen, and Lost Song has traveled to more places than many other Morghulis. Some say that it was created by the gods, and others say that it was created with magic.
Lost Song can duplicate herself, and bend the world to her will to a small extent, but she doubts she'd be able to wield the type of magic they created Ember with it. The black stone of the older buildings seem to burn, and during the night the city glows in a comforting way.
She lands in the courtyard of the council building. It is the reason she has moved to Ember, even if she longs to return home one day. The Cat Empire is a day's travel away, so she is closer to home than those who come from countries even further away at least.
The council is gathering, and so she needs to be there. It is just another routine meeting, but she hurries through the black stone corridors. She reaches the large doors, and the guards allow her to enter.
Lost Song sits down in the chair belonging to her country. It is more of a throne than a simple chair, but they all look like that. They are all placed at a large round table, and only one seat is always empty. It doesn't belong to any country or race in particular. The legend says it was once the high king's, but he is long gone.
"Good morning, fellow council members." She greets them, and places a stack of papers in front of her.
