Little People
This is a closed roleplay between Rispetto and Proclamation. Please don't post in it.
⌈Once upon a time, humanity was able to see the little people. They knew about them, and believed in them fully. That was but a dream in the past. One by one the little people disappeared into their own home, their own land deep down somewhere else,where no human would go, or be able to visit again. There was no warning when this happened. And the humans were shocked at first, they missed the little people, the knowledge they had about everything. But slowly, surely, the memories of the fantastical beings slowly vanished from the minds of each and every soul that walked across the earth. They didn't think about where they had gone, or what they were doing, it was but a legend once more. Finally, even the story of what once walked along side humans disappeared entirely. The little people were outraged at what we were, and what we had become. They were angry to see that the beautiful world they had once lived in became a dim candle compared to the shining star it was, on the inside. Humanity had made it it's entire garbage can. To pile trash in it, and to trash it metaphorically with the evil and plagued ideas each and every human had in their brains. The Little People vowed to get the humans back, in some way. They needed to, somehow.⌋
⌈Little people are vengeful things. They are what you could call realistic illusions. Though not exactly alive, they aren't undead either. They float around, with what seems to be air beneath them, and twist reality to become the way they want it to be. They don't visit topside any longer, the only reality they can twist, is within their home. But they can only do so if they create a way to allow the humans to venture inside. It took years, decades even to create the Door of Doors. They are simple, yet complex creatures. This may seem redundant and contradicting, that assumption is easily rectified through an explanation that may take a while. The Little people are devious, but simple minded creatures. The only one that is able to strategize, is the leader himself or herself, for that matter. He is the madness behind the mask, while the others are simply followers that can fathom his needs, and do a task without having to be asked twice.⌋
⌈The home of the Little people, which is what lies behind the Door of Doors, is a spectacular recreation of the maze Theseus himself went through. They made it the same way, and it could very well be the same maze itself. The minotaur that had chased Theseus, is more or less what the Little people believe themselves to be. For as long as they stay inside their alternate reality, they are able to bend, twist, shape, and mold it to their liking. The maze is a myriad of things really. Hall way upon hall way, each one different. Each one could be from a different dimension, or as simple as a different building. Some are lined with doors, which lead to places within the maze that you couldn't dream of. Some of these doors are realities, twisted as they seem. Some are simply traps, that are encoded with a hint that could help you out, or help you die. Tis a simple thing really, it morphs of it's own will too, not just the Little People's. There are over a million door ways, and only one leads back to the real world, and it will be impossible to find it without the Master key. Which the leader holds in his possession. Never ending. It has no beginning, and it has no end. At least that's what the little people think...⌋
