Nervada. A simple minded, 100 year anual holiday to most of the Arch-Angels. Festivities in the land of the blessed, bliss to arise (even more so than usual), and of course, temporary peace in the Daemon-Angel war. To most, anyway...Johannen knew different. He too had been oblivious to the horrors of Nervada once, but 300 years past, he discovered the Brown Shed. At first he thought nothing of it. A simple Shed he thought. But something was different after a few hours around it. Johannen thought he was seeing things. He thought that even in the Land of Bliss things couldnt simply turn from brown to red in plain sight. But he was wrong of course. Since when do stories like these ever involve a correct innocent thought?
Now Johannen thinks back to that day and wonders what curse it was afflicting his mind, compelling him to enter that forsaken shed. Alas, he did, against all warning signals his brain sent him. To think an Arch-Angel could be so flawed as to be Headstrong. Entering that shed changed Johannen. What he saw was shocking. Nervada, the holiday of peace between realms, being forsaken inside a shed. Or at least, a shed on the outside. Inside was a seemingly neverending warzone. Bridges of flame, Knights of the Gods and Daemons alike, warring at a pace matched by no other! Johannen watched as he saw allie and enemy alike fall to the grip of banishment, being sent to the rifts of Limbo, for that was the true hell for all races.
Johannen turned to flee, but found the shed door had become an unmelting glacier coated with flames with an inscription carved into the ice. It read...
Thine soul hath been darkened
Blackened with hate
Your eyes have been soiled
Moods will not elate
Upon you have stumbled
A most horrible realm
The bridge between Heaven
And what you call Hell
True death shall await thee
If you will fight
But if you just wait here
The Grim will take flight
You can not escape here
Till dawn past one year
So fight for survival
And escape shall appear
No salvation for thine
You have discovered this place
Each year on Nervada
Return with your mate
And so, Johannen's third year as a Nervadan Warrior began. Thank the God's themselves that Johannen had some luck left, for he had not found a mate at all since that fateful day. He must soon return alone to the shed of the Nervadans, to fight once more in the true war that rages on every 100 years.Lets see what evolves in Johannen's life along the path of a Nervadan Warrior.
Character Skeleton:
Name:
Age(can be well into 100s and 1000s):
Race(Daemon or Angel):
Nervadan Weapon:
Power(Approved by me):
Mine is..
Name: Johannen
Age: 1253
Race: Angel
Nervadan Weapon: Razor-Edged dagger, sheathed Double-Edged Katana
Power: Distance. Johannen's hands glow a dark shade of blue, giving his arms an invisible extention fo 5 feet. Useful for pushing opponents.
Rules:
Correct Grammar
No Text-Talking
Swearing is fine
No God-Moding in Nervadan Shed
No Gods/Overlords unless approved by me
Have fun!
I will contact you through a PM involving acceptance of characters and required changes.
