Introduction Rules The world had ended for unknown reason several thousand years ago. The only things left behind form after the fall are some aspects of futuristic technology, and dozens of large, humanoid creatures wearing multi-colored armor-like suits. The people of this new Earth are high superstitious regarding the 'aliens,' and call them 'Olde Gods,' sometimes even worshiping them, fearing that one day they would wake up and reclaim Earth, killing humans again. Humanity has resettled coastal areas and spawned villages with what little supplies they could scavenge. Development completely halted, humans return to a medieval-era style of living. Where this RP takes place, there are three countries in the middle of a big chunk of Europe. Morsa: A barbaric land of desserts and swamps. It is the most south of all the counties. People from Morsa usually have tan skin, and are known traders. This land is treated with some minor suspicion, because of a Morsian assassin that had killed the kings of Amoria and Casiel in an effort to end the war between the two nations (only making everything worse). Amoria: They consider themselves the most 'civilized' and 'diplomatic' of the countries. Amoria is full of forests and grassy hills, and greatly resembles the Shire from Lord of the Rings. They are at war with the Kingdom of Casiel. Castiel: Named after their first King and founder. They consider themselves the most 'civilized' and 'diplomatic' of the countries, just like Amoria. This is the most northward country, and suffers cold weather and a difficult landscape. Amorians are treated with great suspicion in Castiel. Our tale takes place in The Kingdom of Castiel. Big posts would be cool I guess? :3 Updates Noooone~ :3 Cassius AlbanusIt was a pouring when Cassius met the tavern owner on the road, leaning over as if struggling to see something at his feet. Naturally, the boy had approached the stranger to investigate the cause of the man's odd pose, and when he did so, the man whirled around and stared with wide, terrified eyes. Something in them radiated a sadness the Cassius couldn't hope to understand, not when he was always preferred to send his companions away, knowing none of them could last by his side. This was a man afraid of being alone, unlike Cassius, who trampled such feelings deep into his soul and locks them away, finding them unnecessary, because they make him feel weird. Upon recognizing who Cassius was, the tavern owner clutched the blonde's travel cloak and cried out, "Oh, Whitesteel Guard, please hear me! My name is Barrius, and my ward, Farah, has... She's..." Cassius smiled at him warmly, despite feeling the cold rain dripping down his face, and extended his arms to gently touch the man's shoulders. This seemed to calm the stranger. Cassius's eyes were the only two pools of water beside the path and the flowers that remained steady and calm during the downpour. "I am listening, friend." "My ward- I am terribly worried for her safety, sir! She's gone off again, clad in armor, to live in the forest alone. Sir, I would like to hire you to keep her safe- for she means to seek a terrible revenge!" The man trembled under Cassius's hands, and the blonde shifted to stand beside the man. Buisness dalings were not to be done without coin and quill, and paper on hand. "Let us go somewhere else. Somewhere warmer. I will gladly hear you once we are out of this rain." He placed a hand on the man's back, encouraging him to walk forward. ~~~ And that was how Cassius ended up at the edge of the Blackwoods, pocket heavy with 2,000 gold coins, aiming himself towards where he knew the Grove would be, for there was where his job sat crouched beneath a patch-work tent, bitterly scheming. The rain let up slightly, and the flowers crowding the edge of the woods could finally expel their sweet breath into the air, much to Cassius's delight. Birch trees peeked brightly between dark pines, and birdsong echoed among their branches. Why was such a lovely place called 'Blackwoods,' he wondered, taking a step forward. Farah had suffered a terrible fate. But what was worse was her penchant for revenge, despite not her not knowing who was responsible for the terrible things that had befallen her. Cassius could understand her need, though. He too would want revenge if it were possible at all for him to be bested by his enemies.