Introduction
The ancient warriors of Kolsa, known as the Guardians in Kolsani folklore are needed again. A new evil has woken in
the dark lands and has began to spread its evil across Kolsa, a darkness settles over the land and those who do not die are starting to go insane.
Can the Guardians be found in time?
For they alone posses the power to defeat this evil.
Plot Overview:
Deep in the heart of the Dark Lands a new evil has woken. The long dormant Guardians are needed again, but only singers of the highest rank can wake them, only two elders remember the anceint language to speak to them, and three warriors must find them before it is too late.
These eigth must set out to gather the guardians and defeat this new evil. As the Evil's darkness spreads, people are dying...these eight must stay ahead of the darkness long enough to find the ones that can send the Darkness back and defeat the Evil that has woken.
But time is running out...
Characters within Role Play:
The Guardians:
Guardian of the Forest-F (Taken)
Guardian of the Waters-F (Taken)
Guardian of the Winds-F (Taken)
Guardian of the Mountains-M (Taken)
Guardian of the Plains-M
Guardan of the Wastelands (also called a desert)-M (Taken)
Guardian of the Fires-M (Taken)
Guardian of the Snows-F (Taken)
Guardian of the Stars-F (Taken)
Guardian of the Islands-M (Taken)
Regular Characters:
*Three Races to choose from-Elf, Human, or Mermaid/Merman.
3 Singers (2 Taken)
3 Warriors (2 Taken)
2 Elder
The Great Evil-M (Taken)
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Calling for her to act, to protect.
Her rage quickly mounted and she stepped out onto the faint path, the small stones along it leaping up and trailing behind her, her characteristic yellow-green glow illuminated the air around her as her long strides took her swiftly toward the dying area.
As she approached the edge of the forest, her rage turned to grief.
"NO!" She screamed as she saw the withering trees, the darkened, britle plant life.
She looked up and saw the dark, heavy cloud, and drew her hands into fists, her green eyes blazing in rage.
But before she could move the faint song sounded again...she turned, letting it guide her attention out past the dying trees.
"The great city?" She murmured, cocking her head before slowly moving toward the song.
(OOC: Intro your characters and listen for the "songs")
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Cerai stood still outside of her rooms, she was staring off into the distance. She opened her mouth and sang out again, pouring her pleas into the song that would wake the nearest Guardian. Her Black hair whipped around her as the wind picked up and her black and silver dress rippled in the breeze.
"Lady of the Wood! Lady of the Wood!" She called, "Come, wake, save the dying forests...save your people...save the Great Forests...Lady of the Wood!"
It was only the plea not the song now...for the song was in the old tongue, a language that she didn't even know what it meant. She only knew that it would wake The Guardian of the Forests.
Then she froze as something bright appeared along the edge of the woods.
Cerai's deep grey eyes widened and she gasped.
"My Lady..." She breathed.
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Upon arriving at the surface he reflect on what he saw on the way there, the norsi I saw where fleeing toward the deeps parts of the world. And there was blight on the tunnel walls and the stones near it are crying in pain. I must deal with this imbalance. Marcus then looks around for the source of the song and notices a mountain fortress. Is that the same walled village I saw the last time I was awake. I believe it is. I should go check there and see if that is where the singer is.
Suddenly he hears the song again clearer this time. He turns his head from the fortress to the city across the forest. So that is where the song is coming from. I best hurry there, I cannot afford to waste time. But I have to pass the forest, I hope Kuir will forgive me for any damage i cause in my rush to the city. But first let me resume my human form.
He looks around for a outcropping of granite. Once he locates one he heads over to it and whispers in the language of stones "take me to the bottom of the mountain, old friend." With a screech of shifting stone the granite with Marcus atop it slides to the bottom.
Upon arriving he runs into the depth of the forest.
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Nylea sat above her glacial home and below a darkened sky, amongst a snowstorm that whirled all around her, though unable to touch a hair on her head or a stitch of her clothes.
Her eyes were grave as she looked out amongst the bleak horizon of grey.
She stretched out her hand to receive a single snowflake and closed her fingers around it. Her eyes shut sleepily as she saw all that her precious snow had seen.
"So cruelly your brothers are falling, little one" she whispered. "But why? I did not bid this."
She saw the deaths of humans and elves, trapped by freakish blizzards and frozen by the bitter cold, pummeled by hail stones the size of an ogre's fist, pierced by icicles hanging from the trees, or crushed by the weight of the snow and ice on their homes. She saw the deaths of animals and plants alike, and the reach of her element's wrath inching wider and farther with every passing day.
This was not her work. Bitter anger at her element being used this way, and by someone else for that matter, welled up inside of her. She could not let this go on. Even for Nylea, passive as she was, it was too much.
Endless questions without answers formed in her head and she no idea where to even begin to search. She began to wonder at the possibilities when a sound so faint yet so beautiful drifted to her ears and made her stand on the tips of her toes to hear more.
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Then Annette stopped suddenly and fixed her eyes on the sky. The wind whistled around her tugging at her light violet gown and making her chocolate brown curls dance on the nape of her neck. She let her eyelids close so her long lashes rested artistically upon her pale cheeks. Then her soft lips parted and music began to pour forth like a soft flute.
"Wake now Lady of the Stars! Leave your slumber and come! Come to us and shine your light! Let your stars come shining bright! Lady of the stars your people need your light!"
Her voice flooded the forest echoing through the trees making all the elves stop in their tracks. The song was in a tongue they did not know, but all knew it was Annette.
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A pair of dark blue eyes opened with a ferocity to rival a lion. Pink rushed into the ivory skin as the head of ebony hair lifted from its place of rest on the slender arms. Her ears were alert as the song the woke her continued to pour forth. She stood from her bed of moonstone and stepped lightly of the surface of the white orb. She turned her attention to the planet where the song was coming and saw a young girl dressed simply singing desperately for her help. Grandly Serena made her way among the stars and her anger grew for a shadow of dark clouds mulled her vision. As she made her way towards them she swept her hand grandly from left to right and the clouds dispersed.
Young Annette let her mouth fall open and a beautiful woman descended upon her. Her dark head bent as she sunk into the deepest curtsey.
"Your greatness!" she gasped as the woman glittering with the light of the stars stepped onto the ground before her.
"Singer," she answered as she raked the scene for what she had been called for, but strangely, she found nothing.
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Visage began to swim back toward the land near his camp after thirty minutes of swimming and thinking.When he arrived on dry land he headed to his encampment to grab his trusty War-Scythe.While he was walking toward his encampment he began to talk to himself."Can't get rusty ,I need to start my combat training exercise."he said to himself before arriving at his camp.Visage walked through the entrance of his tent and looked around for his War-Scythe.He started to rummage through the side of the tent looking for the Scythe.He steped outside the tent and began to look around the encampment.He then found his Scythe posted against a nearby tree forgetting he had placed there before he went swimming.
Visage grabed his trusty Scythe and began to walk back to the edge of the lake.Visage stopped in the middle of a clear area of the forest where he can swing in wide ranges without worry of hitting any tree by accident.Visage had begun to swing his Scythe around in two full circle swings around in a graceful manner while following up with a upward swing and then bringing it down in a downward arc,making it stick to the ground as he propels himself about four feet away still holding onto the scythe,upon landing he lifts the scythe above his head and bringing it down in a downward arc again following up with a three hundred-sixty degree sideways swing bringing the scythe down on the ground and ending the graceful combonation of strikes."I need to do better then this if I ever want to be one of the best warriors of Merfolk race."he told himself as he looked into the clear reflective lake.He keelt down by the lake and took both his hands and cupped them together,he submerged his cupped hands into the water and lifted them out a few seconds later seeing that his hands held the water he splashed his face with it and closed his eyes for about five seconds before opening them again.
Visage looked out to the lake admiring it."Well i better catch a nap before I go traveling later"he told himself as he got up from kneeling and began to walk toward his encampment.When Visage arrived in his tent he laid his weapon on the floor of the right side of the tent out of the way from his sleeping area.Visage laided on his stomach on the mat he used to sleep on and began to fall asleep.
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"This is not as things should be..." Yachim shook his head, offering the little sympathy he could muster. As the wind picked up once more, he could hear the faintest traces of a voice. He looked out towards the direction the wind blew from, trying to catch it again. The wind blew harder, carrying sand upon it. Yachim let the sand fall upon him, allowing what they had heard to flow through him. There was much suffering and crying in the desert, but through it all, a singe voice cut through, its melody sweet and familiar.
"It seems it is time." Yachim lifted his hood, covering his face, and began to head off towards the source of the song.
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The rock walls of the ravine channeled a pretty constant wind that, from the direction of the scorch marks left by the flames licking at the stone, had forced the brushfire back into a corner until it burned itself out. This had been one of his favorite spots too, for that exact reason. The constant breath of wind flowing down the natural corridor carried along the sounds and smells of the life that teemed in the Plains. Now, it carried only the scent of ash.... and the faint whisperings of something, a song? Reaching up, he held back the veil of hair obscuring the left side of his face. Yes, it definitely sounded like someone singing.
"I see... Then we have work to do" he said, walking over to the leader of the horse pack. A pure blooded stallion as black as night and as fiery a temper as they came. They shared similar feelings about this flagrant invasion of territory. It must not be allowed to continue. Together, they would go out and stop it. Pausing only to grab his favorite longbow and tuck a short dagger into the sash around his waist, he'd vault up onto the back of his dark horse and ride off down the plains, searching for the singer.
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Kalliel, Guardian of the Plains
One of the Great Guardians, his realm is the vast empty plains, quite literally the "middle of nowhere"
Goraina
A merfolk warrior who has lost his way in the world.
Kapuluan, Guardian of the Islands
A Lesser Guardian, Kapuluan is the Keeper of the tropics, Guardian of Islands.
Nylea, Guardian of the Snows
One of the great Guardians. Resides in the coldest reaches of the world and commands the powers of snow and ice.
Cerai
A Singer...she is one of the few who know the songs to wake the Guardians
Laire, Guardian of of the Air
Guardian of the Winds: One of the Great Guardians. She is everywhere above ground and sea. And she knows it.
Guardian of water.
One of the great guardians. Present in the flowing springs and oceans that give life to the planet.
Guardian of the Forests
One of the Great Guardians. Makes her home within the deepest part of the forest and wieldes the power of nature.
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Nylea, Guardian of the Snows
One of the great Guardians. Resides in the coldest reaches of the world and commands the powers of snow and ice.
Cerai
A Singer...she is one of the few who know the songs to wake the Guardians
Laire, Guardian of of the Air
Guardian of the Winds: One of the Great Guardians. She is everywhere above ground and sea. And she knows it.
Guardian of water.
One of the great guardians. Present in the flowing springs and oceans that give life to the planet.
Kalliel, Guardian of the Plains
One of the Great Guardians, his realm is the vast empty plains, quite literally the "middle of nowhere"
Goraina
A merfolk warrior who has lost his way in the world.
Kapuluan, Guardian of the Islands
A Lesser Guardian, Kapuluan is the Keeper of the tropics, Guardian of Islands.
Guardian of the Forests
One of the Great Guardians. Makes her home within the deepest part of the forest and wieldes the power of nature.
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Cerai
A Singer...she is one of the few who know the songs to wake the Guardians
Kapuluan, Guardian of the Islands
A Lesser Guardian, Kapuluan is the Keeper of the tropics, Guardian of Islands.
Goraina
A merfolk warrior who has lost his way in the world.
Kalliel, Guardian of the Plains
One of the Great Guardians, his realm is the vast empty plains, quite literally the "middle of nowhere"
Nylea, Guardian of the Snows
One of the great Guardians. Resides in the coldest reaches of the world and commands the powers of snow and ice.
Guardian of the Forests
One of the Great Guardians. Makes her home within the deepest part of the forest and wieldes the power of nature.
Laire, Guardian of of the Air
Guardian of the Winds: One of the Great Guardians. She is everywhere above ground and sea. And she knows it.
Guardian of water.
One of the great guardians. Present in the flowing springs and oceans that give life to the planet.
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Kolsa Owner: Shinobi Writer
This is the Land of the Kolsani and the Guardians
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Kolsa ↪ Great City Owner: RolePlayGateway
The main meeting place of all Kolsani.
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Stronghold of the moutain folk.
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