Silence filled the gloomy air. It hung about, hovering, waiting to be shattered. The smell of corpses was too strong to ignore. The land was burnt from war.

Darkness clung to every object in the sacred hills of Maragath, a Kingdom in the world of Belluvier. As the first light of morning snuck through the slowly thinning dark clouds, many forms could be seen. If one had been standing at the top of Filar cliff, the highest point in all of Maragath, one would have been shocked beyond words.

There in the valleys and hills of Maragath, lay bodies scattered all over. Lifeless, pale bodies that covered almost every inch of the once lush green hills that were now burnt and dry. Thousands of arrows were stuck into the ground indicating futile aims of soldiers. But millions more had met their targets at the bodies of soldiers, dead.

There was no huge fire but instead many small ones that were still burning away at the trees. These were the signs of war that had occurred; a fresh war was what the people of Anothadis would have called it.

The sight of dead bodies strewn all over the place would frighten anyone. There laid the great empire of Maragath, or so it had once been.

A very famous and formidable empire, the Kingdom of Maragath was written as the legendary structure of the world of Belluvier built entirely out of marble. Apparently the wise elders had felt it appropriate as the shiny whiteness gave a glistening pure effect. The Maragath Kingdom was magnificent and stretched over 15km.

But now, on the very lands of Belluvier, the city was no more. The 15km wide empire was nowhere to be seen. It seemed to have literally vanished into thin air. Not a single living person nor a single slab of marble of the city was left. The only signs that told of a great structure that could have possibly stood there were the four towers that were situated far apart apparently at the four corners of the once real Kingdom. The gate, the entrance to the Kingdom stood there no longer guarding anything. Inscriptions were written all over the marble white gate.

If one knew how to read Dreign, then he would know of the city that had once kissed the earth within the four towers. If he read the inscriptions on the gate, he would realize the impending doom.

For at the centre of the gate inscribed into the shape of a circle was faded writing in the language of the Dreign elders…

The Day will come when the Towers Four
Reflect the sunlight unto the floor
In a perfect circle, the light will combine
A sign of closure, heed the time
Garthox’s gates will open awhile
The warriors must stand ready
Garthox must not leave
He must stay trapped
For once he’s released
Doom shall impend.

Lands away from the gate, across the vast stretches of green hills, past the burnt , defeated soils of Dreign, the soul of nature, Gaia, sensed the coming danger. Her long willowy arms stretched outwards as she awoke. Two cracks on the bark of the Old Boludes tree creaked open. Gaia blinked once, then twice. Gaia pulled her roots out of the safety of her soil. Her mind was set.

As Gaia walked away from her root and to her destination, the plants, leaves, flowers and even the wind spread the message of Gaia,
“War is at hand,
Garthox has striked,
There is no time,
The eight must be found."
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I've got to rush of now so I'll post the kinds of races there are and generally where the story plot will lead the characters later on...

OK so I jsut finished a novel and thought it'd be interesting to apply it to roleplay. So I'll post the different races and what their basic abilities together with the basic story plot.
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Race:

The gods created 8 worlds in all...

1. Earth, the land of Sapiens,
- the chosen one's abilities extends to anything over time Minion

2. Flinx, the land of faries,
- the chosen one's abilities extends to anything over nature(air) and flight

3. Solas, the sea of mermaids,
- the chosen one's abilities extends to anything over nature(water)

4. Jagantha, the land of elves,
- the chosen one's abilities extends to anything over spell casting, magic, they are the source of all magic Minion

5. Pastecew, the land of sprites,
- the chosen ones abilities extends to anything over nature(land)

6. Anothadis, land of Caluxes,
- the chosen one's ability extends to anything over war and weaponary Minion

7. Hisbanl, the land of Karnogs
- the chosen one's abilities extends to anything over darkness and shape shifting Minion

8. Belluvier, the land of the Dreigns.
- the chosen one's abilities extends to anything over a high intelligence and speed Minion

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Story plot:

The gods also built a sacred land called Arilt. Arilt is the linkway from one of the worlds to another. On Arilt, the gods left two beings to protect it from evil. They were two brothers. At that time, evil was anything that reeked of greed, hatred, jealously, vengeance and menace. It had no particular form.

Both brothers were tasked the job of making sure that the eight worlds were taken well care of. They were to also watch over the gateways that led to the eight different worlds. Anyone could visit any of the other worlds but they all had to go through the two brothers. All was calm and at peace. However, soon, there was word of an evil rising. His name was Garthox. Garthox raged war against many Worlds and took many innocent lives. He attempted to strike a deal with God. He asked for complete rule over Anothadis. When god said no, Garthox flew into a rage of fury and began to wreak havoc. Noone knew where he had attained his powers but to expand his power, he began to steal the souls of other creatures. Slowly, he became powerful and although, the two brothers, warned him, he ignored all warnings and carried on with his quest to dominate all eight worlds. The two brothers pleaded with God to destroy Garthox.
God made a decision. God chose eight different beings from the eight different worlds. He made them stronger than the rest of their people and named them the Ancientoriants, the chosen ones. Their abilities were enhanced ten- fold.

Together, they formed a plan to capture Garthox who now had the power to form an army of his own. He was becoming greedier and hatred filled his soul.
The Ancientoriants requested the 2 brothers to create a portal to entrap Garthox in the Void Dimension. Garthox was now too powerful to kill so they could only trap him. The brothers agreed and created the portal to the tormenting dimension where time does not exist. The Ancientoriants fought a great battle that lasted for decades before they finally captured Garthox. At the point where he was most weak, they managed to overpower him and seal him within the Void Dimension. But they could not trap 5 of his most powerful minions who ran his armies.
However, this is not where it ends. For when Garthox was being sealed into the Void Dimension, he created a prophecy. He put a curse on the portal leading to the Void Dimension. Every ten thousand years, the portal would weaken and with the help of his five powerful minions, he would be free. But everytime he attempts to escape, the descendents Chosen ones have always managed to seal the portal back.
Garthox has never left the Void Dimension. The worlds have been in peace with the two brothers guarding the doorway and the portal kept under close watch. But it is now once again the ten thousandth year and Garthox’s prophecy will take place again. The Void dimension will reopen but this time............

Garthox will escape and the 8 Worlds will face the greatest battle they have ever known...
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Sign up:

Name:
Race:
Age:
Powers( your powers have to based on the descriptions I have given in the Race Section):
Weapons(you can only have 2 weapons on you):
Appearance (pictures can be used):
Brief history:

Here are the roles you can take up:
1) the 8 chosen ones from each race (they do not know yet that they are a chosen one)
2) a friend or family member of any of the chosen ones
3) one of the brothers (the brothers are now more than a million years old)
4) Garthox
5) one of Garthox's 5 minions
6) Any other person of the races

Even if you are not a chosen one, you can be involved in the quest to defeat Garthox.

Also, you could be a human living in Anothadis or a Dreign who likes to travel to all the Worlds. Free movement to all worlds is allowed as long the 2 brothers know about it.

post your character here and wait for approval, If you have any questions do let me know k?

One last thing!!! If you are interested in the role of Garthox, do PM me before you post your character sheet!

So I know I've written alot but hopefully its provided the information... comments or suggestions are most welcome!

Aslin, this looks very interesting...and well thought out.

one word. wow.

im joining!

Name: Krest
Race: Dreign
Age: 28
Powers( your powers have to based on the descriptions I have given in the Race Section): has the ability to move with extreme speed, but only for a short space of time, he it but a blur when doing so. He also has the ability to understand new things incredibly quickly, although when learnt, he does not understand it at a higher level than your average person, although on some subjects perhaps slightly more.
Weapons(you can only have 2 weapons on you): A thin bladed sword, with a black hilt, and steel blade. a bow is slung over his back, with a quiver of arrows hung over the opposite shoulder.
Appearance (pictures can be used): He has a streamlined bodsy, perfectly suited to high speed. his skin is always slightly moist, this stops him from overheating when running at extreme speed. his feet are slightly wide, to give him extra grip. he has Bright, blue, intelligent eyes.
Brief history: (I would prefer not to do a history, I want it to come out during the RP)

Thx Skallagrim! It took me awhile to figure this out.

Awesome Sir Alban!Excellent choice of powers. And sure the history may unfold as the story goes along. Once the Rp starts though, when you find out you are a chosen one, all your abilities will increase by ten- fold to aid you in your battle against Garthox.

ok, thats cool, so he can run for an absolute age at high speed, stuff like that.

thanks!

yup!

no prob...

Aslin...I am contemplating joining as a human knight... I am curious about the ability to utilize time, what are your constraints? Hmm Or possibly Garthox if you deem I can pull it off.

I also have a few questions, before I decide to join. Can Garthox's minions use powers? Or are they only for chosen? And one more, what exactly does a Caluxe look like? Or is it up to me?

((is this alright?))
Name: Mirium Eira
Race: Elf
Age: 110 (I'm guessing elves can be really old and still look really young?)
Powers: Although her race is the source of all magic, Mirium sacrificed advance mastery in the other branches of magic in exchange for her focus in heat control and some defense magic. Her fire wields no flame but they can range from 0 Kelvin to a hundred billion degrees Celcius, limited, such that maximum power equals minimum range at a mere 10cm extension from her body.
Weapons(you can only have 2 weapons on you): Mirium carries dual blades attached to the wrist of her gauntlet-bracer and extends up to beyond her shoulders.
Appearance (pictures can be used): Mirium wields a beautiful braid of long silver hair paired with azure eyes and long eyelashes. As gear, she has on a set of light armor hidden beneath a brown elven cloak.
Brief history: Born with amongst the race of elves Mirium was taught the ways of nature, the ways of elegance and the ways of magic. Things were slow and peaceful as they never quite seemed to be in much of a hurry. But one trait sets Mirium apart. As she grew to age it became more and more apparent that she was... short...er... than the rest. It wasn't a dwarf short but amongst her community of elegant elves it was sufficient to make her conscious of the condition. She began moving on her own and moving away from the others. More and more she secluded herself until one day, she found herself wandering away from her community clad in armor and trained for battle. Sometimes she would reminisce about home but the contrast and wonders of the outside world would soon draw her back to reality.

Skallagrim wrote:Aslin...I am contemplating joining as a human knight... I am curious about the ability to utilize time, what are your constraints? Hmm Or possibly Garthox if you deem I can pull it off.

When you say human Knight, do you mean the chosen one from earth or a knight involved in the battle? If you are a chosen one, there are no constraints once you find out you are one of them. However, if you are simply a knight then you have a few constraints- the extent of your ability.

Actually I do think you could pull of Garthox rather well...giving depth to his character. It would be brilliant. Do let me know if you want to take up Garthox

Hutch wrote:I also have a few questions, before I decide to join. Can Garthox's minions use powers? Or are they only for chosen? And one more, what exactly does a Caluxe look like? Or is it up to me?

Garthox's minions are actually pretty interesting in that they were all past Kings of 5 worlds who were turned into garthox's powerful minions. So yes, they do have enhanced power. For example, if you wanted to take up one of the minions, you could be the one that was previously the king of Anothadis.

yup the appearance of the Calux is entirely up to you.

souloe wrote:((is this alright?))
Name: Mirium Eira
Race: Elf
Age: 110 (I'm guessing elves can be really old and still look really young?)
Powers: Although her race is the source of all magic, Mirium sacrificed advance mastery in the other branches of magic in exchange for her focus in heat control and some defense magic. Her fire wields no flame but they can range from 0 Kelvin to a hundred billion degrees Celcius, limited, such that maximum power equals minimum range at a mere 10cm extension from her body.
Weapons(you can only have 2 weapons on you): Mirium carries dual blades attached to the wrist of her gauntlet-bracer and extends up to beyond her shoulders.
Appearance (pictures can be used): Mirium wields a beautiful braid of long silver hair paired with azure eyes and long eyelashes. As gear, she has on a set of light armor hidden beneath a brown elven cloak.
Brief history: Born with amongst the race of elves Mirium was taught the ways of nature, the ways of elegance and the ways of magic. Things were slow and peaceful as they never quite seemed to be in much of a hurry. But one trait sets Mirium apart. As she grew to age it became more and more apparent that she was... short...er... than the rest. It wasn't a dwarf short but amongst her community of elegant elves it was sufficient to make her conscious of the condition. She began moving on her own and moving away from the others. More and more she secluded herself until one day, she found herself wandering away from her community clad in armor and trained for battle. Sometimes she would reminisce about home but the contrast and wonders of the outside world would soon draw her back to reality.

Hey Souloe,

great character description! I like the fact that she focused on heat control and defense spells. Just do take note that when she finds out that she is a chosen one, her magic ability will enhance ten fold not her heat control ability although she will still be able to use it.

Aslin, I would greatly enjoy the Garthox character then, please pm me what I need to know about the canon of said character and I will do my best to breath life into him.

Alright well, I would like to play a minion. Just tell me if I did something wrong, and I will change it as soon as I see it.

Name: Kra'zim Ashdown
Race: Calux
Age: This is Unknown, though he does appear thirty-ish.
Powers: Kra'zim's powers are mainly involved with enchanting arms or armors. Which can have both a positive and a negative effect. For an example of positive, he can enchant an allies sword and make the blade burn as hot as the hottest flame. For an example of negative, he can 'enchant' and enemy's chest-plate with the same thing, only the whole plate burns as hot, scorching the wearer.

Aside from that he only has one other amazing ability, which is to conjure an immensely powerful, and heavily enchanted two-handed battle Axe, and suit of armor for himself. Though it would not work for any one else.
Weapons: His enchanted Axe, or a normal Calux war Axe.
Appearance: Like most Calux, Kra'zim stands about a head short of your average human. With thick red scales covering most his pale skin, serving as a natural armor. His eyes are the darkest black. His hands are actually three very thick fingers, each of which curl into a talon of sorts. When not in battle, he wears a shining blue garment trimmed with a gold thread.
Brief history: Kra'zim, back when he was normal, was born into a noble family, not far off from the throne itself. From the beginning he was destined to do great things, as a child he mastered the use of most weapons though he proffered the Axe over all. When he was eighteen or so years of age he decided he wanted a little bit more than a simple Nobleman's life. So he went about his plan, to sit upon the grand seat in the Mountains Fortress of Kregoran. He set up a string of murders until all of his opposition was dead, and he was next in line for king-ship.

He could almost taste his victory and within the next month, he had indeed achieved that victory, the former king was slain, he was crowned. And a great king he was, he achieved immense wealth for his kingdom. Though a time came when he had to step down, to follow a... different path. He was forgotten, but not for much longer, soon the whole world would come to know his name, that and the name of his master. Soon...

Alright, thanks Aslin

Name: Sar'daros
Race: Karnog
Age: 86 years of existence

Appearance: Has greyish skin, like most of the native inhabitants of Hisbanl. Sar'daros stands slightly taller than an average human, with long pointed ears sweeping from his face and a tail growing from his back. Though Karnog head resembles its human opposite a bit, it's completely hairless and has a different, slightly more angled shape. Otherwise, his body is more-or-less like the regular human one. Sar'daros wears a dark red robe and his chest and legs are protected with plate breastplate and leggings.
History: Even though the Karnog were considered malefic and sinister by some of the species, Sar'daros in his youth, wasn't like this. In the past, he even had a different name, which has been forgotten over the course of time. He was a talented shapeshifter and learned to bend shadows to his will. Though over time he grew impatient and restless with the possibilities on his own native dark world of Hisbanl. What happened in the next years is largely unknown though it is known, that Sar'daros striked a deal with Garthox, who offered him all he wished for: power. Blinded by his hunger for power, Sar'daros accepted his current name and wreaked havoc by his master's side. However, when Garthox was captured and sealed in the void, Sar'daros lost most of his enhanced powers. He went to hiding where he is said to be waiting for the return of his dark lord...

Weapon: Sar'daros' weapon of choice in addition to his powers is a dark blade. It is said that the sword does not posses any additional enhacements, though in the hand of an skilled person, it's powers expand and the sword becomes even deadlier.
Powers: Sar'daros posseses the ability to shapeshift, though the person he wants to become, needs to be in front of him and Sar'daros first needs to break her will to finally change appearance. Otherwise, Karnog are excellent spies, for their ability to completly blend in to shadows and to expand shadows even there, where they shoudln't be. Sar'daros mastered this ability.

I too, would be interested in the role of Garthox's minion. Is this suitable?

Hutch that's a good history of Kra'zim Ashdown. It shows clearly how he became one of Garthox's minions.

Tidfl, you can definitely become one of Garthox's minions- your persona is suitable.

We'll wait for more to sin up before we start. Hopefully by this coming Friday.

Garthox

His race has been lost in the annals of history, perhaps he was once Dregin, perhaps Karnog, Clauxes or Sprite, Merman or Elf…he could have been Fey or even Sapian. Many stories have been spun to frighten children and adult as the fearsome tales of the nightmarish creature known as Garthox spread across the worlds.
Shadows that moved in the night, sounds carried on the wind, the odd and mysterious traces of animals crossing the lands…all attributed to the power of Gathox.

Deep in his hoary realm of dank ruins and darkened halls Garthox waited it was said, for the day the gates would open again, the day when he would burst free to reclaim the lands of life…to reclaim what he had lost.

Seated upon a vast obsidian throne the creature known as Garthox reached forth with a massive taloned hand. The bright yellow lights that emanated from where eyes should be, hidden under a billowing hooded cloak, sliced through the gloom and landed upon the great sword that waited for blood to course along its form, for it hungered to taste pain and suffering again. A deep, echoing voice carried it the shadowed chambers, "Soon we shall feed both of our hungers...soon we shall walk the among the light again...soon"

Slowly the grim lord stood, the great figure stretched, as it did so the hood fell back, exposing long, thick horns that pointed forward. The dark coloration blended from a deep crimson to the darkest black.
One massive cloven hoofed foot touched the floor, as it did so wisps of smoke swirled around the hoof, the weight of the nightmare caused even the solid stone to groan as it protested the movements that proceeded across it’s surface.

With a sudden swiftness that belied the size of the nightmare come to life, Garthox lifted his blade, as a great exhale of breath escaped him, filling the air with curls of smoke. Narrowing his eyes, Garthox began the long walk to the gates. A wicked smile crossed his lips, this time he would escape. Woe be the worlds that had locked him away.

(Further HX of Garthox to be provided during the RP)