Announcements: RPG: Season of Giving 2020 » NaNoWriMo 2020 » Universe of the Week! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: A question about 'hyperspace travel' and its use as a weapon » A vacuum salesman in the Multiverse. » Being bored at work makes you do crazy things » Question here from the FNG » Recommendations of Reading material. » Do you "follow" characters to receive notifications? » My 2 Fav Poems! » Simple Vs. Detailed RPG Layouts » Warning About Communist-Inspired Upheaval and Revolution » The Best Sentence » Universe of the Week Nominations » The SCPF Wiki Project (not related to SCP Project in 2016) » What influences you as you write? And why? » Preventing Bitrot by Hosting Images on RPG » Interesting YouTube Videos » Xamoyan Bestiary » The Political Compass » Song Covers » The Truth of Gung Fu » Member Shoutout Thread »

Players Wanted: Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov » Spaceship Zero! A retro horror sci fi RP with rayguns :D » mahou shoujo rp » Avolair: Academy For The Supernatural [NEW][OPEN] » Calling for adventurers to explore Xamoyos » roleplayers wanted for shifters world. » The UCF- a (soon to be) group in the MV » Neothea: Phyrian Galaxy (Open) » Students Wanted: Arcane and Human alike » A Once Upon a Time Adventure. » The Children of Ash (Multiverse) » Chronicles of Cre' Est Players Wanted! » Forgiveness - Romantic Drama RP, One Role Open! » Adventurers wanted for the Gala-Dor Expedition » Kingsman: International Affairs »

Season of Giving 2020

At the end of perhaps our craziest year yet, we choose to celebrate our writing family with that extra touch of gratitude. Tip your fellow authors for a chance to win 10,000 INK, with leaderboards updated daily.

Merry Christmas from RPG! 🎅

0
followers
follow

Prisma

A mysterious woman and a known Denouncer of the God-Queen.

0 · 80 views · located in Iracot; The City of Thrones

a character in “Althaea”, originally authored by Maree, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Prisma's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Prisma Character Portrait: Father
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Gasmask
One of the stockhouses held more than fruit and meat that night. The wooden building held a few hushed whispers of rebellion and a new symbol that wasn't of common trade. A few people were perched on crates, some holding weapons, others were watching the doors with vicious intent. All of them held the want for something more, a spark of rebellion. If they caught, everything would end.

"That dog has to die before she does, Calor. Or maybe we should dirty him up, bring him down to us and treat him to the alley special." There was a quiet laughter, the kind of snicker saved for plotting. "They all have to die." A figure replied, hopping down off the highest of the stacked crates.

The figure was known as Father, draped in dirty robes and a hood that concealed his identity. The most charismatic, the one with the deepest belief in the rebellion. "Every single demented human being, we need to start at the bottom of the ladder and kill off the lowest, weakest rungs and move onto the strongest. We are sending a message. The denouncement of this -" He was interrupted by a low clamor of agreement, one of the members stood up and pointed at Father.

"Why should we listen to you? You hide your identity like a dog."
"Because I'm the only thing closest to leadership you have."

If only it wasn't true.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Prisma Character Portrait: Father Character Portrait: Alber Roth
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Gasmask
Father listened to the strangers words. "We can't turn this into a dance." the man replied, moving though the warehouse to put an arm on the shoulders of the crying man. "We will do this brothers and sisters. The queen will be cast down, broken and scared. She is no goddess, but do not let these words leave this stockhouse. This is a war of attrition, not of knights and swords." Father removed his arm from the man, walking into the middle of the group.

"We will not sit and dwell on this. We all have skills, they rely on us for food, clothes and the whores that fuel their bereaved lives. A simple knife, a poison, a lie. We will tear them apart from the inside. They control all of Iracot, but we'll control everything the very streets beneath their palace." The crowd watched slowly, then started to nod.

Father looked to Alber. "We have lived though her tyranny for a long time. It's the time for well-disguised violence."

The seed was planted, now it was time to see what would grow.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sarene Iracot Character Portrait: Orfea Pathen Character Portrait: Shiabiann Xao-Lai Character Portrait: Magnus Ightlor Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Sven Khagal Character Portrait: Cordelia Ightlor Character Portrait: Elana Ightlor Character Portrait: Calor Elohan Character Portrait: Prisma Character Portrait: Father Character Portrait: Parem' Zel Character Portrait: Selwyn Austaire Character Portrait: Alber Roth Character Portrait: Melody Graven Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

In the morning, activity in- and over Iracot was intense with holy purpose.

The Knights had not been idle during the night, prowling the streets for gatherings of dissent. A few homes had been broken into, their occupants taken for questioning by the Knight's Inquisition. Many would be found innocent- simply having been holding parties- but others would be less lucky.

By morning, the Knights had returned to their regular routines, watching key transit points, crossroads, and patrolling the districts, from the seediest to the most honored alike. Those of the ground would receive little notice, their actions more or less standard.

In the skies, however, were where the true might of Iracot was in force. The battle between the Dragoon beast and the two escapee's weaker creatures had been seen by many, and thoughts of dissent could not be brewed from it. The Knights, ordered grounded during the Sacrifice, were now out in force. The Skyborne, Wyvern mounted Knights of the highest caliber, patrolled the skies.

Unrelated, but seemingly another show of aerial power, was the arrival of Iracot's Airship fleet. A mock battle had been heard by all below, the resounding boom of cannons going off, before the two ships had docked and began to head towards the Spire at the center of the Guilds ward.

The Knights- and by extension Iracot- would not be caught unawares again.