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 Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 9:09 am
Struggle For Essence
An Advanced Medieval Fantasy
Welcome to Struggle for Essence, an advanced, medieval fantasy! Please make sure that you read everything! Or I'll be forced to devour your soul.
Index
<1> Introduction & Index
<2> Plot
<3> Characters
<4> How to Join
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 9:10 am
Plot
Faer. The name itself is magic. It rings with the brightness of the morning sun and the glimmering light of the moon; seems to resonate with the power of the wind and water, fire and earth. Just it's utterance has inspired courage and hope- in most. But not in all. This land of magic and might, home to the fey creatures for whom it is named, is the jewel of the west. And many have set their covetous eyes upon it, but none had e'er succeeded.
The land itself was strong; the elves and fae of the forest, the nymphs of the lakes and rivers, and even the few men who dwelt here in peace defended their home with their lives. And greater creatures of magic, the dragons and the gryffons and the phoenixes, lived here... Truly, the greedy did not last long.
But wether it was by luck or by fate, it was only a matter of time until a truer threat came to Faer and found it's defenders lacking...
Men are not known for their purity. They are capable of a depth of evil that only their own can fathom. They coveted the green, prosperous fields of Faer, the magic that was it's very essence... and so they struck at it's heart.
The Arlathil tree was called the fountain of life for as long as could be remembered. Just being in the presence of this gargantuan tree inspires an awe, a sense of gazing at the fulcum life itself is balanced upon. Each day at dawn, the seeds that sprang forth from it's branches and loosed upon the breeze carried it's strength to the beings of magic, even those far afield...
The raiders came at night, travelling at great speed and with care... they left no trail, no trace- the few they had to slay to escape detection, they carried the bodies with them. By the time the warning cry went up, it was too late.
A vast net had been cast upon that great tree, a thick weave to block all hope of escape- trapping the life-giving seeds within. By the time that the change was noted, the humans were heavily entrenched and reinforced.
The valiant efforts of many a fey creature were wasted, that first day when magic went silent. The powers of sorcerers were cut off at the source, but this was not the most dangerous ramification of the event... It happened slowly, insidiously, as the greatest of mythical creatures grew weak and starved. First was the unicorn, innocent victim of greed. Most of the proud Griffons were next. The dragons were in decline, and it was just a matter of time before the great people of Faer- the elves, and the faeries, and the nymphs- were destroyed.
Hope is a fading memory for all but the bravest of these peoples. Many have succumbed to hopelessness, returning home, abandoning their armies to spend their last days with their families... But the leaders of the great mystic beasts, those who had kept power in their own right, sought one final, desperate plan to purge the foul, greedy humans from the land.
It was Siera, last of her brood, who brought this plan before her allies. She, Last among the Phoenix; Draco, the mighty king of dragons; Fyrr, prince of the Gryffons; and Aaurondyl, greatest Lady of Unicorns, would journey the kingdom and seek four champions of the realm. Each would pick one of the greatest races of Faer- the woodwise elves, the flighty fairies, the great nymphs, even the few humans who had come here not in greed but to seek safety and happiness for their families. They would use a forgotten magic, both ancient and powerful, to unite themselves with their chosen.
The four beings formed by the union would be a whole mightier than the sum of the parts. Though the Phoenix and her allies would be lost, their souls would be joined with the champions... and by calling upon these souls, the champions could hopefully strike down those fools overcome with envy and restore magic to the land.
The last mythical beasts of legend set off on their grim task as their home withers around them, seeking bastions of hope and strength for this land to cling to... the champions would be chosen, the battle reknewed... and this last, desperate Struggle for Essence, begun.
||Idea inspired by TriOmegaZero (ToZ), and a special thanks goes out to Sando138 for typing this whole thing when lord knows I never could have. ^^.||
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 9:12 am
Characters
Character Has Been Taken
Character Unions: These four characters are very important and must be taken before the roleplay can begin.
Unicorn/Nymph+[Adania]+ User Name:+[Adania]+
Character Name: Brenya Alaina
Age: 20
Appearance: Brenya has very long, deep crimson curls that extend down her back, reaching almost to the top of her thighs. Her skin is pale and soft, with a few pale freckles dotting her upper shoulders, and her ears come to a neat point at their tips. Large golden eyes stare out from her milky face, placid and calm. She is short, even for a nymph, only 4'7", and her lithe yet sturdy frame lands her at a solid 85 pounds. The woman can usually be found wearing a thin white top that stops just below her navel with embroidered crimson roses on the sleeves and neck, and a long crimson skirt. The tips of her black boots just barely extend from beneath her skirt.
Abilities: Being so small, Brenya is rather nimble, and very dexterous. Although she is not very strong, she is rather well with magic, and has high dexterity.
Union: Nymph/Unicorn
Personality: Somewhat of a "braniac", Brenya always has her nose burried in a book; or so it seems. She talks little, though not because of timidity or fright, and when she does speak it's usually very brief. Although, she does enjoy the company of other quite a bit, and is fierce about protecting her friendships, she has few of these. Always calm and polite, Brenya is an amiable aquaintance.
Gryphon/ElfRuriska User Name: Ruriska
Character Name: Elden
Age: 35, that's pretty young in elf years. xP
Appearance: http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/elves/Elf_Armor.jpg
Abilities: Being an elf Elden had amazing tracking skills. He has increased speed and agility and strong sword skills.
Union: The Gryhpon dude, Fyrr
Personality: Elden is deadly serious in everything he does, he also happens to have a superiority complex. This isn't often found in elves, as they are ones with natures, ect. No wait, Elves have always considered themselves better than humans. They live longer and they pretty much are better at everything. Heh. Elden is no different, and being their prince makes him think quite highly of himself. A stubborn and determined individual, Elden doesn't give up without a fight. Oh yeah, before I mentioned how serious he was, well nobody gets along without having some sort of sense of humour and Elden has one, it's just very dark. He'll laugh at the strangest things.
Short Bio: Born a Prince among the elves, one of three that rules different parts of the realm of Faer. Yet disaster was upon the world as the Arlathil tree was captured by those of evil greed; the raiders. During his early years Elden was shuttled away into the forests with his little sister, Everine. The population of elves divided, a number staying to protect the forest and a large force moving out to try and defend the magic of their land. Yet they failed, as did every other creature that tried, and the evil spread, draining the magic of the land. The elves, their population severely diminished, dropped from sight and sound. Amongst the deepest forests, Elden grew and was trained by his elders in the art of swordsmanship, forestry and other skill that would help him in the future. Of the three young princes only two remained, one of which was weak and frail, crippled by a terribly illness.
During his thirty-fifth year, a time that was filled with despair, anger and hate, Fyrr, prince among Gryphons plummeted to the ground at Elden's feet. The magical creature was weakened, bloody and torn but still with a sparkle in his slitted golden eyes. The offer was simple; unite as one to fight and destroy the evil that consumed the land. So, leaving his sister to lead the elves, Elden set out to meet his destiny.
Dragon/HumanZane_Zephyr User Name: Zane_Zephyr
Character Name: Alexander Elegy
Age: 18
Appearance: Alexander has auburn hair that flows down his shoulders and onto his back. His eyes are a blue-grey hue, radiating a strange and unnatural calm and understanding. His skin is fair, but not pale; a result of being indoors most of his life. He stands at 6'4", a giant compared to the rest of his family. His build is lean, yet muscular; supple yet strong. Despite his height and frame, he is only about 125 pounds; a result of anxiety. He wears a simple cotton shirt, plain and white, and brown cotton pants. Over it, is a body suit of chainmail. Over that is a suit of armor. It covers his body, but his armor is light and allows mobility.
Abilities: He has an excellent balance of strength and speed. This adds to his swordsmanship abilities. His true skill, however, is shown in his markmanship. He had mastered the shortbow.
Union: Dragon/Human
Personality: Alexander is different than most humans his age. He cares nothing for material worth or for power. What he values most is perfection. His peers would describe him as "off" and "eccentric." This is because Alexander is slightly obsessive-compulsive. When things do not go the way he planned, he becomes slightly distressed. He seems to enjoy natural beauty. He is also a very introverted person, who enjoys solitude. He rarely speaks for any reason at all, he is naturally soft-spoken.
Short Bio: When Alexander Elegy was a child, it was obvious he wasn't like most children his age. One reason was that he was born into noble blood. He didn't socialize much with his peers and remained in his parents' castle for most of his life. He often practiced his sword skills and his archery skills, seeking perfection in booth. Late at night, he would get little sleep for he read books in that time. In the time in his seclusion, he built a very close friendship with his elder sister, Elizabeth. His sister, four years his senior, was a prodigy in the arts and had a friendly disposition.
Then it happened, Elizabeth came down with a terrible sickness. The only cure that is known of at the time is magical in nature. Just when Alexander's family had found a wizard able to cast the healing spell, the Arlathil tree was attacked by what Alexander described as "arrogant and repugnant" men. Just when all seemed hopeless, the mighty dragon king, Draco, came upon his young human in distress. Draco could sense that this male had a good heart. Also this human seemed to be driven to cure his sister. This drive and passion would be perfect for the mission of freeing the magics of the Arlathil tree. The dragon told Alexander what to do and bonded his soul with the young human. Tempest Panda User Name: Tempest Panda
Character Name: Yalina (Yali)
Age: 23
Appearance: Yalina takes the traits of uniquedark-haired faerie. Her eyes are almond shaped, and slightly lifted at the corners making them seem exotic Rich, dark chocolate brown iris almost blend in with the black pupils. Her almond shaped eyes are framed with long, curly lashes, pure black in color. Upon closer inspection, you will see no fold atop her eyes.
Her hair is completely obsidian-black that is marred by tints of dark chocolate brown. Unlike most female faeries, Yalina keeps her hair long, never short. Her hair shows old angles, and layers that she had before, and her hair just touches the middle of her spine. When put up in anything, small pieces of hair (because of the layers and angles) aren’t able to reach far, and frame her face. Two semi-transparent butterfly wings sprout from her back, which are off-white clear and grey.
Abilities:
Union: Phoenix/Faerie
Personality: Demure. Ladylike. Calm. Those four adjectives could explain all of Yali's personality. To go into more detail, you'll wonder how she acts. Yalina tends to be the "peacemaker" of any fights. You know, the ones where everyone takes a side and expect her to take one too. Well, she doesn't. Instead, Yali tries to make the fighers come to some kind of compromise. She never panics, just remains calm, and unless somebody she's close to dies. Her? Yelling? Heck no. But one thing for sure, Yalina doesn't like to show her emotions that well, more of a person who would always have a sweet smile on her face. Her voice is somewhat calming, and soft, never raising into the level of yelling, or screaming. A sweet person, no? But when she gets angry (which is rare), watch out because there's not stopping her when angered.
Short Bio:
Antagonists
General of Human ArmyHereticX User Name: HereticX
Character Name: General Kuzo Naraj (I'm not too good with names )
Age: 30
Appearance: About 5'8", 170 pounds or so, he's actually a bit on the taller end of average for his people. He's quite fit, with a lean, muscular build. He has the characteristic tanned skin of his people, and keeps his dark hair cut short and his face cleanshaven. His body is marked by several scars, and his hands bear the calluses of an veteran swordsman.
He is generally wearing his uniform, a set khaki pants and a shortsleeved shirt, topped off by a tan kepi hat. He generally wears his sword, a plain and well worn sabre, at his hip, and often has a knife or two about his person.
Abilities: Skilled officer and excellent swordsman. He's also a pretty good shot.
Union: N/A. He's just a plain human.
Personality: He throws himself almost entirely into work. He tends to be rather harsh, but he is also quite fair (at least to his own people). He's generally open to new ideas.
As he is the ranking officer, he has had little time or opportunity for true 'friendships', which makes him feel somewhat lonely sometimes, but he generally ignores that and goes on with his work. What friends he has, he cherishes.
Short Bio: Born in the distant and harsh wastes to the far east, Kuzo comes from a people hardened by long hardship. Many, many generations ago, his people once lived in the rich forests and plains of Faer, as servants and as a lower-class minority, until they were eventually pushed out. Wandering the world, they were wanted by no one. Some of them settled along the way, living in the slums and ghettos of other races' cities; some groups still live the wandering life today. But the balance of them eventually reached lands that no other race laid claim to; the harsh deserts of the east, barren, (and some say monster-infested). There, they established a new nation for themselves, and they eeked out a living in the desert.
More recently, a series of droughts and famines brought the nation to the brink of starvation. In order to survive, they hired themselves off as mercenaries.
Their troops comprised the majority of the forces responsible for capturing the Arlathil, and they see an opportunity to bring their race into prosperity... LyreStonehart User Name: LyreStonehart
Character Name: Skyman Windward
Age: 19
Appearance: He's about 6'1", with tousled brown hair down to his shoulders. He usually wears a comfortable blue tunic and durable suede pants. He likes quality clothing and can't abide by stuff that falls apart easily. He has steely grey eyes and usually an irritable expression on his face.
Abilities: An accomplished swordsman. He's also good with many other weapons. He has very good aim with a bow.
Union: N/A
Personality: He's usually pretty quiet. He doesn't talk much to his fellow men but he does follow orders obediently enough. He gets irritated easily though he has enough self control not to act on it when he knows it will get him in trouble.
Short Bio: Skyman was a hunter in the forests around his home. He lived outside a small village with his mother and father and two sisters. One day, upon returning home from the hunt he found his house burnt to the ground. All around in the turf there were marks of large claws. He was convinced it must be dragons and his suspicions were confirmed when he asked the people of the villiage. Some of them said thay had heard roaring sometime around noon. Skyman decided to turn his hunting skills to destroying the arcane beasts who had killed his family. He hired himself out to anyone who would give him such a job. Needless to say, he's found a lot of work these days. demagoguery Name: Nimue
Union: None
Age: Late thirties
Appearance: Dark black skin and white eyes. Although not beautiful, the woman emanates regal authority. Almost unnaturally tall, and usually wears dusty black robes, a visible reminder of her past.
Abilities: The ability to see into the very immediate future (about ten seconds). Very useful for dodging blows and avoiding arrows. She is not invulnerable; if enough people attack her, or if someone attacks her fast enough, she will fall.
Weaknesses: Nimue, although clever, is not very bright. She is also completely blind, an injury given to her in battle by an griffon warlord. Now relies on tricks and others for protection.
Personality: Loud and confrontational, Nimue has a gift for rhetoric. She is, however, merely cunning, and not intelligent enough to organize a rebellion, leading others to believe she is following another.
Bio: Nimue claims she is fighting for human dignity and liberation. In a way, she tells the truth. The woman was born a slave in the mines of Calcutta, controlled by a group of rogue griffons. She organized a rebellion and slaughtered their overseers, leading her people to freedom. For a time Nimue was a hero, but her fear of the great beings never died. Less than a year after her escape she killed a dragon (who was very drunk, she didn't win through any particular skill of her own) in a bar. She was thrown in jail, but murdered her captors and escaped after a week behind bars. The great beings declared war upon the young woman, who sank out of sight, hiding in the deep swamps of Regul. Many years later, Nimue rose again, whispering to the great kings of men. She inflamed them, twisted their hearts, and soon the kings had fallen, one by one, to stand behind her banner. The woman follows another though, one who's name has not yet been discerned.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 9:24 am
How To Join
User Name: Your username.
Character Name: Your characters name.
Age: Your characters age. (16-40, preferably)
Appearance: Use details, please.
Abilities: Be reasonable.
Union: Which, if any, creature is your character unioned with? Take care to review the specific unions, so you know what's available and what's not.
Personality: Detail!
Short Bio: Optional.
[b]User Name:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Abilities:[/b]
[b]Union:[/b]
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 2:25 pm
Ooc: Ooo, nice. I'd be happy to join. I'll happily take the Gryphon/Elf combo. xD This reminds me of the game Drackengard.
Ooops, hope you don't mind me posting yet. whee If so I guess you can always delete it. I'll fill out the form or whatever you need in, er... soon. When I get a chance. >.<
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 3:17 pm
||Nope! It's fine! ^^ Just go ahead and post you profile whenever you're ready.||
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 2:51 am
Sorry I'm taking so long. xP I'm really busy
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 1:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 1:03 am
At this time my profile is a little... urk. The appearance isn't done in any detail, and I'm still working on the personality, but here it is anyway. >.< Ruri hates profiles!
I wasn't all that sure what to put for the bio. Is it alright?
User Name: Ruriska
Character Name: Elden
Age: 35, that's pretty young in elf years. xP
Appearance:
http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/elves/Elf_Armor.jpg
Abilities: Being an elf Elden had amazing tracking skills. He has increased speed and agility and strong sword skills.
Union: The Gryhpon dude, Fyrr
Personality: Elden is deadly serious in everything he does, he also happens to have a superiority complex. This isn't often found in elves, as they are ones with natures, ect. No wait, Elves have always considered themselves better than humans. They live longer and they pretty much are better at everything. Heh. Elden is no different, and being their prince makes him think quite highly of himself. A stubborn and determined individual, Elden doesn't give up without a fight. Oh yeah, before I mentioned how serious he was, well nobody gets along without having some sort of sense of humour and Elden has one, it's just very dark. He'll laugh at the strangest things.
Short Bio: Born a Prince among the elves, one of three that rules different parts of the realm of Faer. Yet disaster was upon the world as the Arlathil tree was captured by those of evil greed; the raiders. During his early years Elden was shuttled away into the forests with his little sister, Everine. The population of elves divided, a number staying to protect the forest and a large force moving out to try and defend the magic of their land. Yet they failed, as did every other creature that tried, and the evil spread, draining the magic of the land. The elves, their population severely diminished, dropped from sight and sound. Amongst the deepest forests, Elden grew and was trained by his elders in the art of swordsmanship, forestry and other skill that would help him in the future. Of the three young princes only two remained, one of which was weak and frail, crippled by a terribly illness.
During his thirty-fifth year, a time that was filled with despair, anger and hate, Fyrr, prince among Gryphons plummeted to the ground at Elden's feet. The magical creature was weakened, bloody and torn but still with a sparkle in his slitted golden eyes. The offer was simple; unite as one to fight and destroy the evil that consumed the land. So, leaving his sister to lead the elves, Elden set out to meet his destiny.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 9:31 pm
||That was good! Thankies for joining! <3<3||
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 9:40 pm
||Oh, and here's my profile just in case anyones wondering. ^^||
User Name:+[Adania]+
Character Name: Brenya Alaina
Age: 20
Appearance: Brenya has very long, deep crimson curls that extend down her back, reaching almost to the top of her thighs. Her skin is pale and soft, with a few pale freckles dotting her upper shoulders, and her ears come to a neat point at their tips. Large golden eyes stare out from her milky face, placid and calm. She is short, even for a nymph, only 4'7", and her lithe yet sturdy frame lands her at a solid 85 pounds. The woman can usually be found wearing a thin white top that stops just below her navel with embroidered crimson roses on the sleeves and neck, and a long crimson skirt. The tips of her black boots just barely extend from beneath her skirt.
Abilities: Being so small, Brenya is rather nimble, and very dexterous. Although she is not very strong, she is rather well with magic, and has high dexterity.
Union: Nymph/Unicorn
Personality: Somewhat of a "braniac", Brenya always has her nose burried in a book; or so it seems. She talks little, though not because of timidity or fright, and when she does speak it's usually very brief. Although, she does enjoy the company of other quite a bit, and is fierce about protecting her friendships, she has few of these. Always calm and polite, Brenya is an amiable aquaintance.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 1:37 pm
((Hey there. Can I join and be the Human/Dragon Combo?))
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 6:42 pm
| Hm.. the Phoenix/Faerie? Would it be alright if you could just reserve it? |
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 9:13 pm
||@Zane_Zephyr: Yep! Just submit the profile. ^^
@Tempest Panda: Sure thing. <3||
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 11:07 pm
User Name: Zane_Zephyr
Character Name: Alexander Elegy
Age: 18
Appearance: Alexander has auburn hair that flows down his shoulders and onto his back. His eyes are a blue-grey hue, radiating a strange and unnatural calm and understanding. His skin is fair, but not pale; a result of being indoors most of his life. He stands at 6'4", a giant compared to the rest of his family. His build is lean, yet muscular; supple yet strong. Despite his height and frame, he is only about 125 pounds; a result of anxiety. He wears a simple cotton shirt, plain and white, and brown cotton pants. Over it, is a body suit of chainmail. Over that is a suit of armor. It covers his body, but his armor is light and allows mobility.
Abilities: He has an excellent balance of strength and speed. This adds to his swordsmanship abilities. His true skill, however, is shown in his markmanship. He had mastered the shortbow.
Union: Dragon/Human
Personality: Alexander is different than most humans his age. He cares nothing for material worth or for power. What he values most is perfection. His peers would describe him as "off" and "eccentric." This is because Alexander is slightly obsessive-compulsive. When things do not go the way he planned, he becomes slightly distressed. He seems to enjoy natural beauty. He is also a very introverted person, who enjoys solitude. He rarely speaks for any reason at all, he is naturally soft-spoken.
Short Bio: When Alexander Elegy was a child, it was obvious he wasn't like most children his age. One reason was that he was born into noble blood. He didn't socialize much with his peers and remained in his parents' castle for most of his life. He often practiced his sword skills and his archery skills, seeking perfection in booth. Late at night, he would get little sleep for he read books in that time. In the time in his seclusion, he built a very close friendship with his elder sister, Elizabeth. His sister, four years his senior, was a prodigy in the arts and had a friendly disposition.
Then it happened, Elizabeth came down with a terrible sickness. The only cure that is known of at the time is magical in nature. Just when Alexander's family had found a wizard able to cast the healing spell, the Arlathil tree was attacked by what Alexander described as "arrogant and repugnant" men. Just when all seemed hopeless, the mighty dragon king, Draco, came upon his young human in distress. Draco could sense that this male had a good heart. Also this human seemed to be driven to cure his sister. This drive and passion would be perfect for the mission of freeing the magics of the Arlathil tree. The dragon told Alexander what to do and bonded his soul with the young human.
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