Five generations ago, our tribe meandered on the oceans, following the Great Whale schools on which our livelihood depended.

Then our ships were caught under a violent storm and were tossed across the sea. When the weather cleared, we were lost in a part of the world we had never been to before, where even the stars were unfamiliar. The Great Whales were nowhere to be found.

We wondered until we came upon an island. There were no people upon it that we could see. The fields were made of fertile volcanic ash, the water was thick with fish, and the streams sparkled with gold.

We stepped onto the island and explored it. At the island’s center, near the summit of a dead volcano, was a mansion hidden in the trees.

Sitting in front of the mansion was a strange-looking person. His skin was white like an albino’s, but his eyes and hair were jet-black. He was tall but frail, obviously many years old, and leaned on a wooden staff. In a weak, wavering voice, he spoke:

“I am the sorcerer Keth, owner of this island. Who are you?”

Our king stepped forward and answered him. “We are the Ocean People. We have gotten lost in that recent storm.”

He proceeded to tell Keth our situation. The wizard sat thoughtfully, and then asked the king to come into his mansion to speak privately.

It was not until later that we learned what they spoke of. The king just came out of the mansion a few hours later, and told us that Keth would allow us to colonize the island, which was called Britaeras.

We did. Under the king’s leadership, we built new homes on Britaras. We explored the surrounding seas and traded with nearby countries. We farmed fertile fields and harvested gold from the rivers, and we became a prosperous nation.

Then the king and queen had a daughter. Upon her thirteenth birthday, we learned the true nature of the deal our leader had brokered with Keth.

The frail old wizard was allowed to come to the princess in her sleep, stab her in the heart, and eat her.

That was the pact: the firstborn child of each queen of the Ocean People would be sacrificed to Keth, and with each sacrifice he grew stronger and younger, and his magic grew greater. Within his mansion lives a small army of monsters, and should the sacrifice not be made, he promised to release them upon us.

Afraid to leave our new homeland, we allowed this cycle to go on.
With each generation, Keth became more powerful, his dark sorcery fueled by the blood of innocents. Now he is near to being a demigod. The wind of Britaeras blows at his command; the rain falls when he wishes it. The trees and rocks spy for him. Fire flows from his mouth and lightning from his fingers. He treats the Ocean People as his slaves, and they live in fear of him.

The eldest child of the current king and queen has just turned twelve years old, and in one year will be expected to be sacrificed to Keth.

A person in the royal court has become the child’s confident, caretaker, and best friend. This person is dreading the child’s next birthday, and under the cover of night has smuggled the child off the island.
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OOC:
All right, so this kid is going to be eaten by an evil wizard if he/she remains on the island. I’m wanting someone to roleplay as the kid, someone to roleplay as the kid’s older friend who is trying to protect him/her, and other players to play whoever they want.


RULES AND EXPLANATIONS:
-The Ocean People are human, but there are other races in this world as well, and there are also other humans who are not Ocean People.
-You must have reasonably good grammar. I’m not too strict about language, but don’t write like an ignoramus, ok?
-If you want a character with some sort of magical ability, send me a PM and talk with me about it first.

The GM of this roleplay hasn't created any rules! You can do whatever you like!

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