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Karos Lyvan
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Warning: May at some points contain the following:
A survival/cooperative RP in the land of Seran
"Awaken, my child, your adventure is yet to begin. Who will you be? A great warrior? A stalwart Ranger? A terrifying knight? A pure paladin? The world is yours to see." The voice calls from the strange tent. Where are the lights? Where are you? Where is even here?
A hush descends and a brilliant light, as if a thousand torches had been struck, assaults your eyes. A globe sits in the center of the room, calling to you, whispering in an unknown language.
Story:
In the days of the Empire, many recall only the good times. The times of plenty and peace- but few recall how thin, how weak that peace always is. Few remember a scant century ago, when that peace hung in the balance, and was only saved by the actions of a few who nearly (and in some cases did) gave their very lives for the people of the Empire. They were later canonized in the Histories as 'Those Who Endured'. Few of their names survive, but their purpose, their visages, lived on, carved into temples alongside the world-shaping gods.
This is their tale. This is your tale.
The year is 8E1, the First Year of the Eighth Empire of Seran. Yearsend began a few hours ago, and all seems right with the world.
For information on Seran, seran
Any suggestions are always welcome.
F*cktons of reading and a bit of homework. Mentions of Rape. Surgery. Grave wounds, descriptions of gore and blood. Combat. Manipulation. Amputations. Warfare. Descriptions of nudity. Descriptions of sickness. Detailed descriptions of injuries, both grave, moderate, and minor. Possible descriptions of attempted suicides. Detailed descriptions of death in many gruesome ways. Blood Eagles. Pain, sorrow, and anguish. Anger. Backstories. Drug Use, alcohol use. Other bad things,
Overtly Sexual Themes will be taken to PM and must be between two adult RPers.
And now, to your newly scheduled program.
Never Without Hope: A survival/cooperative RP in the land of Seran
"Awaken, my child, your adventure is yet to begin. Who will you be? A great warrior? A stalwart Ranger? A terrifying knight? A pure paladin? The world is yours to see." The voice calls from the strange tent. Where are the lights? Where are you? Where is even here?
A hush descends and a brilliant light, as if a thousand torches had been struck, assaults your eyes. A globe sits in the center of the room, calling to you, whispering in an unknown language.
Story:
In the days of the Empire, many recall only the good times. The times of plenty and peace- but few recall how thin, how weak that peace always is. Few remember a scant century ago, when that peace hung in the balance, and was only saved by the actions of a few who nearly (and in some cases did) gave their very lives for the people of the Empire. They were later canonized in the Histories as 'Those Who Endured'. Few of their names survive, but their purpose, their visages, lived on, carved into temples alongside the world-shaping gods.
This is their tale. This is your tale.
The year is 8E1, the First Year of the Eighth Empire of Seran. Yearsend began a few hours ago, and all seems right with the world.
In Northrealm, the Festival of Memory is continuing in a fevered peak.
In Dragonmoor, celebrations abound- except in Cúledan, city of kings. There darkness brews, as people fall ill, cause unknown.
In Westerspring, hopes are cast and offerings made to ensure a bountiful harvest.
In the cities of the Indeka Isles, story and song can be found around every corner.
In Khataar, the desert heats are lessened slightly, and movement is less taxing.
In the Farlands, life continues as it always has, magic radiating through everything.
And in the land of Nevian, the Scala'dun plot and plan the fall of the Empire they so dearly despise.
A darkness lurks beneath the skin of this fragile peace, and should it fall, none can know what may happen.For information on Seran, seran
Any suggestions are always welcome.
