Post by Vhien on Nov 30, 2006 1:09:55 GMT -5
~*~ Akel Dama ~*~
Style
Prose [Metrical]
Journal Entry
Letters
Point of View
1st Person
Genre
Fantasy, Drama
Audience
All Role-Players
Plot
In the world of gods, nectar sprouts from sprinkling fountains of silver structure, and shining, shimmering, sugars slide down the smoothed sides. However the world of gods has mayhem amongst the deities. Dusk released Dawn from the council of deities, destroying balance on the damned mortal world, now drenched in eternal nightfall.
The nocturnal plant life flourishes, yet many farmers no longer hold jobs or usage. The vicious showers and cascades of the god that ruled until shores began to lose power. Barren land, with arid air, arrived and took advantage of, now shy and shuddering, ocean. As chaos erupted amongst gods, Wisdom and Warfare wandered to the mortal world, and took woman forms, deserting the council. One, with her poetry constantly recited, went Far East. The other, with blood and wounds, went west. Whilst War and Wisdom went wandering the world, cold north and south winds went opposite ways, wishing winter to blow south and winding up confused by the gods of the council. Ash and fire flew from under the once, “South” wind, now breathing to the north. And with him, the once cold, frozen north was met with heat.
Man offered prayers blindly, to appease, desiring to comfort, dreaming to console the now destructive gods. Bickering, juvenile gods vied for power over mankind’s affairs, and man vied with faith, wondering why the gods would have forsaken them.
Such is the world of gods and man, with most game fleeing into the wilderness in fear. Creatures of the wild roar and roam the forests, reaching out for nature to read their cries and relieve them, yet nature too has grown corrupt against the sky and oceans, letting her body wither.
Betwixt the gods and the world, let alone one another, mankind so struggles. Yet may they die, may they live, may they love, may they pray, may they shun, may they cry in this field of blood.
Additional Requirements
The once proud world of Tertius now is in a state of turmoil. The world that had been driven by magic and gods now is constantly under attack of chaos. The cold harsh lands of the north suffer unbearable heats the tropical south however suffers from frosty blizzards. The west was marked with war however the east was gifted with new inventions and magic. The sky is coated in darkness, and the people of the world are bound by chains of woe.
Lovers seek to contact one another and warriors rush off into battle, the impoverished try to fend off wild beasts from their homes, while maintaining a decent amount of warmth. You are to seek the role of any inhabitant of this planet, recording your life and trials in a journal, through love letters, in poetry, etc. This Role-Play may perhaps require you to contact a few other members either through PM or IM. Considering the style in which the Role-Play will be told, it will require that all participants Role-Play in 1st person. May it be noted that character interaction may occur, yet that is not the main focus of the Role-Play. A more sentimental, personal view of life is what this Role-Play attempts to play with. Before joining it is necessary that you PM me a profile of your character with this basic information:
Name:
Age:
Occupation: [If Any]
Magic: [If Any]
Weapons: [If Any]
History: [The character’s past]
Role: [Lover, warrior, dictator, religious person, etc. This would be the role that your character would play in the entirety of the Role-Play]
Style
Prose [Metrical]
Journal Entry
Letters
Point of View
1st Person
Genre
Fantasy, Drama
Audience
All Role-Players
Plot
In the world of gods, nectar sprouts from sprinkling fountains of silver structure, and shining, shimmering, sugars slide down the smoothed sides. However the world of gods has mayhem amongst the deities. Dusk released Dawn from the council of deities, destroying balance on the damned mortal world, now drenched in eternal nightfall.
The nocturnal plant life flourishes, yet many farmers no longer hold jobs or usage. The vicious showers and cascades of the god that ruled until shores began to lose power. Barren land, with arid air, arrived and took advantage of, now shy and shuddering, ocean. As chaos erupted amongst gods, Wisdom and Warfare wandered to the mortal world, and took woman forms, deserting the council. One, with her poetry constantly recited, went Far East. The other, with blood and wounds, went west. Whilst War and Wisdom went wandering the world, cold north and south winds went opposite ways, wishing winter to blow south and winding up confused by the gods of the council. Ash and fire flew from under the once, “South” wind, now breathing to the north. And with him, the once cold, frozen north was met with heat.
Man offered prayers blindly, to appease, desiring to comfort, dreaming to console the now destructive gods. Bickering, juvenile gods vied for power over mankind’s affairs, and man vied with faith, wondering why the gods would have forsaken them.
Such is the world of gods and man, with most game fleeing into the wilderness in fear. Creatures of the wild roar and roam the forests, reaching out for nature to read their cries and relieve them, yet nature too has grown corrupt against the sky and oceans, letting her body wither.
Betwixt the gods and the world, let alone one another, mankind so struggles. Yet may they die, may they live, may they love, may they pray, may they shun, may they cry in this field of blood.
Additional Requirements
The once proud world of Tertius now is in a state of turmoil. The world that had been driven by magic and gods now is constantly under attack of chaos. The cold harsh lands of the north suffer unbearable heats the tropical south however suffers from frosty blizzards. The west was marked with war however the east was gifted with new inventions and magic. The sky is coated in darkness, and the people of the world are bound by chains of woe.
Lovers seek to contact one another and warriors rush off into battle, the impoverished try to fend off wild beasts from their homes, while maintaining a decent amount of warmth. You are to seek the role of any inhabitant of this planet, recording your life and trials in a journal, through love letters, in poetry, etc. This Role-Play may perhaps require you to contact a few other members either through PM or IM. Considering the style in which the Role-Play will be told, it will require that all participants Role-Play in 1st person. May it be noted that character interaction may occur, yet that is not the main focus of the Role-Play. A more sentimental, personal view of life is what this Role-Play attempts to play with. Before joining it is necessary that you PM me a profile of your character with this basic information:
Name:
Age:
Occupation: [If Any]
Magic: [If Any]
Weapons: [If Any]
History: [The character’s past]
Role: [Lover, warrior, dictator, religious person, etc. This would be the role that your character would play in the entirety of the Role-Play]
