- Invitation Status
- Preferred Character Gender
- Genres
- Fantasy is number one. Steampunk, sci-fi, alternate history, and everything else that isn't boringly realistic are also fine by me.
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The Alizarin are known in all lands of the world. The red clothes they wear inspire fear that the red blades they wield do much to enforce. A legion of the best of the best- highly trained, immaculately practiced, incredibly skilled warriors, mages, assassins, and archers who feared no one and nothing.
The Godslayers, they were called, for their one true purpose was to destroy all Immortals. Abominations, they claimed. No living thing had the right to not fear death. So the Alizarin became death. The red blades they wield pay no attention to any divine or magical properties; they cut immortal flesh as easily as anything. Already five of the thirteen Immortal children of the Earth Goddess have fallen to their wrath, and the other eight have gone into hiding, along with nearly every other immortal in the world.
That is no reason for them to slow, much the less stop. Their mission is too great to grow complacent and weak. No, now is the time to recruit, to swell their ranks so that when the other immortals reveal themselves, they will be ready...
BEFORE WE BEGIN
The Alizarin are known in all lands of the world. The red clothes they wear inspire fear that the red blades they wield do much to enforce. A legion of the best of the best- highly trained, immaculately practiced, incredibly skilled warriors, mages, assassins, and archers who feared no one and nothing.
The Godslayers, they were called, for their one true purpose was to destroy all Immortals. Abominations, they claimed. No living thing had the right to not fear death. So the Alizarin became death. The red blades they wield pay no attention to any divine or magical properties; they cut immortal flesh as easily as anything. Already five of the thirteen Immortal children of the Earth Goddess have fallen to their wrath, and the other eight have gone into hiding, along with nearly every other immortal in the world.
That is no reason for them to slow, much the less stop. Their mission is too great to grow complacent and weak. No, now is the time to recruit, to swell their ranks so that when the other immortals reveal themselves, they will be ready...
BEFORE WE BEGIN
- You may play as an Alizar (Alizarin member) only if you first PM me and get permission.
- Ditto for an immortal. You'll need some background info and I want to screen these characters.
- You do not need any sort of prior go-ahead to join as a non-Alizar, non-immortal, non-stupid character.
- While obviously a character form is not required, I would greatly appreciate if you would post a small one one for quick reference.
- ABSOLUTELY NO STOLEN ART. If you don't link credit, expect me to throw a minor fit. If you can't credit it, don't use it. ART THEFT IS UNACCEPTABLE.
- All typical, non-immortal fantasy races are permitted in this world. Elves, Dwarves, Drow... as long as it isn't immortal, it's cool.
- Time period is medievalish/renaissance-y with the beginnings of an industrial revolution bringing a few steampunk elements. No gunpowder, no electricity, no cars, no jeans, or similar glaring cultural/technological anachronisms, but this isn't strictly period so don't sweat the little things. ^^
- Unless your OOC applies to everyone, don't post it here. PM me with questions- I don't bite.
See, aren't art credits easy? All you need to do is link to the artist's page. No biggie!
NOW, LET US BEGIN!
The streaming banners fluttered in the breeze, rustling softly against the tent. The sun peeked over the horizon, shy as a maiden on her wedding day, but already a small crowd had gathered. For three days the advertisements had gone far and wide. Bards had sung about it in bars. Whores had whispered it in brothels. Children laughed about it at play and farmers wondered at it when they got together to trade crops.
The Alizarin were recruiting, right at Darren's Ford! That everyone knew- what Alraz was surprised by was what they did not know. Some of the fools barely would have qualified as squires, in his mind. Some were too old, some were too young, some could have been his children. Fat ones and skinny ones alike made a show.
He had four scrolls, sealed with red wax and a white ribbon. Four scrolls that promised entry into the training program. Four scrolls, not one more or one less. Most of these fools would be quite disappointed... but he wouldn't.
Watching them fail was half the fun.
"Attention!" He snapped, his voice like a whip. He doubted most of them would be at all decent at taking orders... all the better. He didn't volunteer to recruit because he found it inspiring, he volunteered because he found it hysterical.
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