The Familiar toll of the village bells rung forth across the landscape. The warning of death, the dark was approaching soon, and with it, so did the coming death that was in bedded in the dark. Monsters, Demons and forgotten souls and humans that lived in the dark, refusing to knowledge the existence of the light.
it comes more and more often, once a month? Two times a week? and with every toll of the bell, it's power grows. The more souls it collects, the more it's rank of file grows higher and higher.
But now, it has been enough, it's been going for way to long. And in this village, a group of broken souls group together to try and fight back. But they have something special, the broken souls they have protect them from the dark itself, as they have wandered deep into it before. Family members lost through war and the dark, their hearts and minds refuse to let them be taken away, For they cannot be saved now, but through this they can peacefully put their hearts to rest and live once again in this tiny village of illawu.
Ok, It might seem like a downbeat, depressing adventure roleplay, but it doesn't have to be all the time. please, if you want to, add some humour and kindness.
Swearing is fine, no going overboard
300-400 words, not characters per post :) And make sure it makes sense, and either evolves your character or advances the story, no useless posts of just staring at the scenery.
Romance Is a yes. (Y)
And to get a feel of the atmosphere of the roleplay, just listen to this song.
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Name: Celen Joshlin Age: 21 Occupation: Sword for hire, Ex head of the kings left hand brigade. Skills: Sword fighting, lock picking, Charisma, Persuasion. Weapon Of choice: Custom made One long sword, engraved with the following saying: I am the white void! I am the cold steel! I am just the sword! With blade in hand i shall reap the sins of this world, and cast them into the fires. I Am Celen, The End has come. Strength: C+ Speed: B+ Stamina: A Dexterity: A Magic:D+ Toughness:B Bio: In his short lifetime, Celen has faced death in staggering amounts. Part of the illfated raid of illina by the dark in his youth, his parents and his sisters were killed by the demons of the dark, and the dark left him to suffer until he was found by the king's army the following week, surrounded by the graves he had dug for his family.
In years to come, he honed his craft, swordsmanship and talking, he wanted to go to high places and fight agianst what had taken away his former life, The army of the king was his only turning point in his mind. Joining at Age 14, he already had shown impressive skills with the sword and strategy. By age sixteen, he was a colonel in the army, and by age 18, he was head of the King's left hand army, fighting heavily agianst the Dark, protecting the land as much as he could.
Until one day, an ambush against the village where the King's left hand were staying at took them off guard, and obliterated the people he cared for once agian. Celen was the lone survivor. The king had had it, and exiled him from the kingdom for his failure to protect him men no matter the circumstances.
Wandering the dark, and villages between as a sword for hire, until he reaches the village of illiwau, something has changed.
------------------------- Elora "Grey" Dalathorn
Gender: Female Age: 20 Race: Human
Occupation: Manuel labor/freelancer. Skills:Hunting, Hand-to-hand combat, and forging.
Bio: She knew from the very beginning she was not a noblewoman. The dresses never felt right and dolls were used for target practice rather than for play time and dress up. Elora was the oldest of her siblings, Marina and Jonth (Brother), but she did not teach either of them to be prissy princess. She would fight the stable boys with make shift wooden swords and shoot with them in the dead of night. Sneaking into the forests was easy for her and she learned to move quietly on her feet. The blacksmith even taught her how to forge weapons and she'd kill mice and bird with small throwing knives she designed in the work room. Her father would catch her and beat for tying her dresses up as pants and playing with the things she had.
At the age of 15, bethroved to a boy further off, raiders raided the outer farmers lands and the castle. Her brother was murdered in his bed and her father did nothing. She escaped the castle and wandered for sometime looking for the raiders. At 19, she found them and killed the leader, but was wounded in the escape. She managed to return to her castle, where she was welcome and mended, but her sister had taken command of the area and banished Elora as a noblewoman. Marina told her if she ever returned she'd be treated as a slave because she believe father would have wanted it so. Elora realized she had no one and had to live on the world around her. Hunting and helping farm and labor the lands she moved about the region believing in no gods as she felt they didn't not exist because of her plight. Weapon: A small bag of small knives that she forged herself, a wooden bow and a small quiver of arrows, and her fathers sword that is somewhat too big for her.
Appearance: Elora has about as much spark as her dark auburn her. For a 5"4 woman, she is remarkably intimidating as she walks around her world in armor and helmet. Her slender body is hidden behind the metal and for good reason. After a run in with raiders, she now also hides scars and a disfigured leg behind her protective shell. The Helmet hides her grey eyes.
Personality: People have have hired Elora say that she is very closed mouth and tends to not speak very often, but when she does, she is witty and sharp as a tack. She comes off as a lumbering brute despite the fact that she can sometimes act as a martyr for people she cares for. She'd rather put her life on the line then someone else's.
The movement towards the barn made his blood curdle, whoever was rushing inside didn't know what they were doing. He slammed the church door's shut, and grabbed a lantern from the Church steps and unsheathed the sword from his scabbard hanging from his hip. The dark was hanging like a black curtan across the window.
It was dead, the silence was thickening. And with a shiver, he raised his Lamp high, and he shuddered for a moment. Around him were hooded figures, all looking down at the ground. It was done, he was in the thick of it. The air was dead, and not even crickets were chirping in this dead air. He slowly moved towards the stable, with soft and careful steps. He arrived at the stable, which stood high in the dark, his lantern still illuminating across the hooded figures, standing around him. Even as they looked down, he could feel their blood thirst stares drilling into his back, their eyes staring at his bare flesh, waiting to taste the blood, the meat around his body, hungering like a hungry animal.
He slowly pushed open the stable door, His breath haggered and low. "Whoever is inside, state your name and reason..." He muttered in a low tone, as he moved his lantern inside and quickly manoeuvred his body inside, and closed the door behind him, his sword gleaming against the slowly burning lantern. "Do you even know what is happening outside?" He spoke into the dark, waiting for a response.
In a relief, he noticed that none of those hooded figures stood in the barn, he started to move forward, trying to find the figure which had entered inside the stable.
The darkness was little news to the traveling pair heading towards the small town, but oddly enough, Elora wasn't exactly scared. "Trot easy my friend," She whispered to her horse. leaning over and patting the beast with her right hand. she pulled the reins so that the horse halted in his steps. "Shim, I will not let you gain anymore distance. I fear the thing in the darkness may eat you… and I won't have that," she slipped off and whispered into her hand some incantation some priest had once told her. She did not understand magic, nor did she care for it, but to protect the only family she had in the world was something important. A small ball of glowing white like formed in her gloved palm and floated above her finger tips. It reminded her of the painting of fairies that decorated her room as a child. They were only orbs of shimmering blue, and green.
The armored woman turned to the horse and patted the glowing orb into his forehead, where it disappeared causing him to ever so slightly glow. "Go hide, my darling," Elora smiled past her helmet and petting the large creature. It acted as if he understood and with a simple turn, he was off. Elora stood there for awhile and watched the horse disappear like a ghost. She'd never understand how magic worked, but apparently, it was something powerful. Readjusting her armor she turned back to the village and began walking, her pace quickening with every ring of the bell.
All went silent.
She had heard someone shouting just a little while ago, but now, it was eerily quiet. she jumped over a small fence before slumping into the muck of the earth. She looked up and could see the church, but it was too far. She stood up and in a hellish run she tumbled into a stable and sat against the wall. Her heart was pound in her chest. Elor thought the organ was break through the bone and splatter out onto the floor. Only rumors…. she had only heard rumors of this thing, but never saw it for herself. Praying, she hoped Shim would be well hidden and that she would survive this as she had other horrors.
The dark clouds rolled in on another slowly ending day, and the black started to seep from the forest floors, towards the town's gates, with a ever startling pace, slow...steady...Taking it's time to lick it's tounge at the walls and gates of illwau.
Celen sat on the church steps, watching over the blackness with tired eyes, and he let out a low sight of dissapointment as he slowly rose to his feet, and closed his eyes, in a few moments chaos will sweep across this town, not of destruction, but a wave of fear and frenzy to hide, to try and save themselves. The dark was coming once agian, but this fear was one of knowing, repeated night after night, day after day, week after week and year after year.
Pushing himself up from his seat, his hair blew softly as the wind from the approaching blackness came forth, slowly building up momentum as it started to crawl through the gates, and the sky started to darken. As in a moment, the church bells started to sound.
Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong
Celen looked down for a moment, before raising his head and started to shout. "Get Inside! It's coming agian! Lock your doors! Shut your Windows!" He cried out, as the panic started to set in, the guardian of the church sounded the warning, and those followed. Ever since the Priest died, no other man of faith dared tried to come into Illawu, fearing their lives. It was in celen's best intrests of the time to continue to take over the church, making sure that it didn't fall into ill hands or disrepair. What else did he have to offer but his hands and his name to this town?
The woman picked up their childrens and started to scramble, husbands slamming doors, cries of fear and panic started to rise as celen slowly ascended the stairs, one slow step at a time. The sky around began to darken at a pace, blocking the sun slowly, preparing to envolp and swallow this village in blackness, and in the blackness shall the evil arise.
"ALL THOSE WHO WANT TO LIVE, INSIDE THE CHURCH NOW." He yelled out, giving out his final message to those who wanted to head it.