I Appogize for some problems with this.the tabs are giving me alot of trouble. Until i figure this out your stuck with no spoilers.Roleplay Thread A Wolfs Song Sweet, Sweet song So Lonely and free Played so long Sung by he The proud mighty wolf He cried all night So proud and aloof Such bravery and might And so sounded the lonely song Of the sad, sad wolf Welcome Welcome my friends to the land of the Bloods. This is a magical place full of wonder and sadness, a land of magic and betrayal, love and hatred. This started many years ago when I was younger in an amazing game called Wolf Quest. I happened to join a random multiplayer game going by the name Coyote, on here were three others; Sinera, Gray and Ruse. We started an epic quest; I Coyote was the chosen one, controller of all the magical elements known to wolf. Sinera was a vampire; he had to live off of blood to survive. Gray was a pup, my best friend, who died. She was killed by the evil Ruse who tried to harness the dark magic and take over the land. Coyote almost died, but she defeated Ruse and saved everyone except Gray. This was my first taste of Role-playing, and I couldn’t get enough. Later I joined my first role-playing forum and decided to create a world of my own. I went back to that game and I had an idea. With the help of some friends I created a world, a story all my own. One I wouldn’t soon forget. Eventually it died, but I revived it, for a while. It lasted three years, before it was finally over for good. I left that forum, I had outgrown it and I came here. I knew I couldn’t forget this world, or abandon it. So ive brought it back, revamped it into a more mature place to tell stories. I hope you will love it as much as I have. This is not the most serious role-play out there. At first it looks like a childish dream, which it originally was. But there is a lot of stuff under the surface. Plenty of blood, fights for power and cruelty in this land. Just give it a chance, and see what its all about. Please bear with me, and try not to get bored reading the huge blocks of text. So without further Ado, welcome to The Bloods. In the Beginning There were five wolves. Water, a beautiful she wolf who could breathe under water and control the tides. Fire, the fiercest of all, who lived off blood and was never burned by the flames, Air was the gentlest soul who had wings and could fly. Then there was earth, strong and capable who made the very ground tremble beneath his paws. Last of all was Sokol, guardian of all and speaker to the great spirits.Sokol made a mate for all of the others, so they could have children and thus the long lines of wolves began. With their oddly colored blood, and strange habits, some of them where born with their parents powers. These wolves became known as the bloods. As time went on more species entered. The first of these were two litter mates, born to seemingly ordinary wolves. There was Black, a dark pup who danced in the shadows and Death, of red and gray who could both give and take away life. Then, as the two new species began to grow came two more. First was Spirit, a quiet wise male who spoke with the ancestors, something everyone thought only Sokol was capable of. Then there was Crystal, a small, delicate wise female with strange new powers the wolves hadn’t even dreamt of. Sokol was growing tired, he had kept the peace for centuries, and wanted to rest like the rest of the parents. All the original wolves; Water, Fire, Air, Earth, Black, Death, Spirit and Crystal had all retired to the depths of the earth to guard the spirits and powers of their descendants. He wanted to join them. And so he created a group of wolves, more powerful than the rest to keep the balance and guard all of the bloods. With the future assured he retired to a secret place to rest and only awaken when he was needed the most. The wolves he created came to be known as the Guardians. The first and most powerful ones were named the Chosen ones. Always two; the Warrior and the Healer, when one died their spirit was instantly transferred to the next and the surviving chosen one would help train them. These two harnessed all of the powers, save those of life and death, in their spirits and thus held immeasurable power. The warrior swore to guard all with her life, to sound the howl of war when needed and fight tooth and claw for justice. While the healer vowed never to harm another, and only help using their magic to sooth old wounds, heal cuts and end all conflicts. The two chosen ones are taught, and guided by a powerful soul, that contains the knowledge, wisdom and even spirits of the chosen ones that came before. These souls can take on any form, but often choose one that means something to the chosen one they are guiding, and whether they are warrior or healer. Then were the ones named the ‘twins,” though there were four. One of fire who controlled water went with one of water who controlled fire. Then one of earth could wield air, and one of air who wielded earth. The two pairs, the two sets of twins guarded the balances between their groups. Water and fire always fought, so their twins soothed any internal conflict. Earth always tried to cause trouble with air, and thus their twins kept the peace. It was a balance, two sets of two who worked in such harmony that they were almost the same being. Then were the other four, the ones everyone forgets. The ones who read and control minds, there are always two, and can be of any breed. They have worked closely with the chosen ones as spies in times of war, working to determine what caused trouble to begin with. Then are the two shape-shifters, also of any breed, who are rouges and loners even in an order that is separated from the rest of their kind. They work closely with other species, and while there can only be two at a time, there are not always living ones. They tend to only appear in times of great trouble, and usually die in the heat of war alongside their brethren, the other species of the land. Ledged tells of a third Chosen one, who holds the blood of Water, Fire, Air and Earth in his veins. He is wiser than water, more unpredictable than fire, stronger than earth and faster than air. The combination of this blood makes him the most powerful Guardian of all; The Powerful one. Once, in the olden days, long before even the oldest memory he was born. In a time when the bloods first began interbreeding, creating the mixes we know today, he was born. Name long lost to time, he came with a whisper in the winds, a ripple in the waves, a shudder in the earth and a roaring flame. His coming brought war, the likes of which has never been seen. Whole islands were flooded, forests burned down, mountains leveled and wolves carried away on the wind. The ground was stained with blood in every color, the wolves were crying for help. And Sokol answered. He stole the Powerful one Away in the night and sacrificed him, merging the power with his own in hopes that it would never be born into another wolf. Mixes were shunned, breeding outside your own blood was banned, and any who broke the law were punished most severely. In the way, those of death lost their connection to life, now they could only take away not restore. Those of fire, lost all compassion and hold upon their cravings, they went out of control and the long line of red-kings began. The echo’s of this terrible war still sound, and whispers have began that the powerful one will return. It is up to the Guardians to keep the peace, led by the eldest chosen one, the Warrior they prepare themselves for the battles to come. And hope, that the rumors are nothing more than whispers shared in the dark, created to keep pups from wandering. Those of Blood will Reign forevermore Those of water took upon themselves the name ‘blueblood’ in honor of the blue liquid that flows through their veins. These wolves are the gentlest of all, but anger can send them into a rage that puts tsunamis to shame. They are a social breed, living in small groups, or most commonly the large pack that makes its home by the sea. Named the Pack of Living Water it has no true leader, only healers and is a purely diplomatic society. While all bluebloods have webbed paws, and can hold their breath underwater for long periods of time, only a select few are blessed with the power over water. This power is held sacred, and is mainly used for healing as water is pure and gives life. But in times of war the water-wielders are a force to be reckoned with. The ones born of Fire have come to call themselves the ‘redbloods’ because their blood is the purest scarlet and they live off the blood of other wolves. Once they were a relatively peaceful, though argumentative breed. Now, however, they have branched off their path and the Pack of Crimson Tides, is home to some of the cruelest and most bloodthirsty wolves around. Led by their red-kings they prey on wolves with the sweetest blood; Bluebloods and the Crystalbloods, even keeping some as blood-slaves. Almost every redblood has some basic control over fire, if only enough to keep them from being burned. But only some can achieve true mastery of the blaze, creating fire from nothing and wielding it as a weapon to be feared. A much rarer, and even more feared power in this land of blood and fire is electricity, the wolves that can call forth a lightning strike or drive even the bluebloods from the water. The descendants of air are now known as the ‘silverbloods’ because their blood is as silver as the moon. They are the most solitary breed, living alone or in small family groups. They make no permanent home, only choosing a den to have and raise pups, instead preferring to live as nomads, sleeping wherever the wind takes them. They are unnaturally fast wolves, and resistant to extreme weather. Many can control winds, for a short time and in a small area, but some of the most powerful of them have wings and can fly with the birds. Neither friendly nor aggressive they keep to themselves, fighting only to defend the mountains and plains they call home, and respecting only those who earn their trust. Earth, those with blood in all shades of greens and brown gave themselves the name ‘lifeblood’ because without the earth and all the plants it nurtures there would be no life. They have proven to be a tough, stubborn breed though extremely loyal and capable they would rather break before they bend. The best warriors in all the lands they boast a large territory, and make up the bulk of the wolf population. The majority of this breed boasts a power. Some can directly control the ground we walk upon.. Many have a deep connection to plants, and all things green, able to help them grow or command them in times of need. Most common of these powers is the ability to communicate with other animals, while not being able to control them; they communicate and can listen to the whispers of the birds and mice for news. Black’s children kept his name and simply called themselves the black-bloods. A rare and elusive breed they haunt the darkest reaches of the territories in small ‘packs’ led by the strongest in the group. Though troublemakers through and through they are not cruel, only mischievous. A good number of them can bend shadows to their will and disappear in even the smallest patch of darkness. The old keepers of life, and newfound angels of death go by the name ‘Deathbloods,’ consisting of large groups made up of old lines of the breed their blood is swirls of black, red and gold. The families have given themselves names, and are relatively unknown among the other breeds. The most famous of these families is the kŭrvavi takiva, or bloodstained ones. Each family, over time has adopted their own secret language and death bringing ritual. The Pack of Lost Dreams is where those known as the ‘spiritbloods’ reside, with their clear blood and haunting blue eyes they are seen as avenging spirits by the others. They are the wisest of all the breeds, able to speak directly with their ancestors. The most talented of the pack go on to be advisors for leaders in all other groups and they are believed to be the ones who call on Sokol and the Guardians when they are needed most. Last of the purebred wolves, but certainly not the least are the ‘Crystalbloods’. Possibly the most understood breed they harness a power they call ‘old magic’ limited only by their imagination they can creature glamour, illusions and even control weak versions of the powers the other breeds possess. The gift they are most proud of is their familiar, each one has a ‘spirit animal’ which they can change into at will, and seeing it in life is supposed to bring luck and grant the wolf one wish. They are led by the three elders: The wise, the brave and the kind they reside in The Pack of Lost Souls which tends to move its camp every other week. Lawbreakers abide, those of mixed blood will surely die Despite laws forbidding mixes, mutts or the impure love cannot be stopped and half-breed pups have grown common enough to warrant names for the so called new bloods. These mixes are unpredictable, and though common descriptions have been made there are always those that break the rules. A mix between one of fire and water has been called ‘purplebloods’ because the mix of blue and red turns their blood purple. Commonly they can bend light, a power that had not existed before they came to be, but some bend weakened or warped versions of their parent’s powers. When a blueblood and lifeblood mate their offspring are called iron bloods, and have blue-green blood. For some reason, all iron blood pups can bend metal, perhaps because it is purified earth and water is known for its cleansing properties. The only allowed mix, because of their unique ability to create the crystals. The Leafbloods are a mix of earth and air. With metallic green blood and no powers to speak of they find it hard to fit in. It is impossible for them to bend any sort of magic. The reasons for this are unknown. In the unlikely, but possible event that a redblood and Deathblood have children, the offspring are called Scarletbloods. Also a sterile mix, they command a mix of fire and death, while not able to outright kill a healthy wolf they can plunge them into illness or just set them on fire. While these are not the only half-breeds they are the most common and were the only named ones. However, almost any wolf can have children with one of any breed and the mixes are as colorful as a rainbow. Power was Gained, Power was lost, eternal chaos carried away on the wing of a hawk In the beginning the wolves relied only on their own power to control the elements. But then there was chaos, very few could sufficiently control their powers that way. With the only focus being their minds wolves lost control and blood was spilled. Then there was a wolf, born of water and earth, with the power to bend the metals and ores and crystals of the earth. He was simply called the Hawk, any name he may have had was lost in time. He had an idea, to focus the magic and make bending easier for all. For his mother of water he crafted a chain of iron and steel, and a smooth, blue crystal infused with her own magic while he shaped it with his. This crystal he placed on the chain around her neck and told her to focus her magic through it.His work gave birth to a new way of magic, the once thought useless Ironbloods now had a purpose, to create the crystals that could focus magic and protect the caster from their own power. The Hawk taught all others like him the secrets of the crystals, secrets that are still used to this day. The crystals are as varied as the wolves they protect, if a wolf is found to have powers they are taught only enough to infuse their magic into their crystals, when they reach apprentice age they travel to the nearest Ironblood settlement to make their crystal. The color of the crystal, is the color of the wolfs blood, which is achieved by bleeding out the youngster and adding a few drops to the materials used. And when they add their magic strange shapes are created in the glass-like substance, shapes that reflect their powers; water-drops, flames and so on. Once the crystal has been made, and placed around the pups neck it is never removed. The wolf can then learn to focus their powers. But the making of the crystals come at a price, the Ironbloods can never be hunted or killed, they may make their homes wherever they like and must be sheltered by every wolf when asked. Though most are humble, simply happy to be useful and live in their pretty caves of silver and diamonds in small family groups others take advantage of this and cause much trouble for the rest of the bloods.] Nothing is wrong, nothing is right, see if you can find the cause of our eternal spite… Wolves, by nature are lawless beasts. Instincts, the urge to eat, drink and mate are what drive these creatures. And for the most part, this is what influences the wolves of the blood. Yet they are intelligent, they want a good life, they crave power or to fit in. Thus the wolves have created a code, not every blood follows it, and some even have their own codes they live by. One of the biggest rules in the land is to not mate outside your breed, the only exception is to create Ironbloods, which are necessary for the survival of everyone. The law states that: to breed outside, is to breed for lice. Thus the one of many colors is born, the world would surely fall to chaos. In fear of what may come, and what must not be: Lawbreakers abide, take the warning to heart and do not ignore our plea. Or else those of mixed blood will surely die. Some of the other, more important rules are: Take caution, murderer. Spilled blood is hard to hide. Guilty conscience will surely bide. Kill not, save to protect yourself. To kill one is to kill yourself. Kinsmen life is valued above your own, kill not in your blood. Thus vengeance is cast upon you now. Power is sacred, do not abuse it. In love or hate, peace and war the ancestors bestowed gifts upon the worthy. Betray them not, else their divine wrath is turned upon you. Those of iron, without them all is lost, protect and serve them or we are nothing. Shelter them from the cold, shield them from harm and feed them in times of need. The Hawk saved us from certain doom, the messiah he was, the savior of all. Protect his children, so they will continue to protect us. Words of power spoke, are powers gained Most of the bloods have, over time gained a few… Words, a poem or song of sort that they found represents them. These tend to change with the ages, and some have more than one. Some of these are just prophecies, or descriptions of the breed by other bloods. Its up to you to guess which is which. (Ill add more as I write them) Blueblood: Too late to take back what you said About how much you wanted me dead I've moved on, no more do i weep Yet here we are, again we meet roaring water, white foam seabirds swoop, gulls groan smooth rocks, pretty shells crabs scuttle in hidden wells salty spray, misty air little otter playing there dolphins leap, high above singing like a little dove ocean blue, ocean green ocean that we've all seen Redblood: All has gone burned has all to sweet taste of heat fire takes all swift of foot depart slow to flee shall burn down comes the world ashes start to fall Silverblood: Faded pictures behind the glass broken statues in the grass you said that was the last in haunted memories of the past The wind blows so strong and free the wind blows away from me why does the wind sing its song to me? Why wont the wind stay to sing with me? The wind stops its song of he the wind stays to play with she the wind sleeps and dreams of me i wish the wind would stay and play with me Lifeblood: you had a warning you didn't heed you simply did that evil deed never make someone mad, sad or cry unless you are fully prepared to die Blackblood: take my hand and you can see you can see the darker side of me don't be afraid of the dark at night it will be alright at the mornings light just close your eyes, don't fight follow me, wait to see wait to see the darker side of me falling leaves... one, two, three under the eves next to me fallen leaves on the ground falling leaves dont make a sound Deathblood: Tainted by dark light cloaked in night frosted with moonlight frozen in spite golden eyes stare at me burning eyes, what a thing black fur, dark as night dark fur, void of light sharp fangs, dripping blood white teeth, tearing love strong legs, run away long limbs, never stay loud voice, how it sings frightening howl, never rings Spiritblood: Take this warning please take heed cleanse the water lighten the soul purify the spirit banish the ghouls Crystalblood: nothing was wrong nor was it right and to this sweet song I saw everything wrong even when i tried to fight nothing was made right now i cried even though i tried with all the lies you where fed I wish that I was dead Character Sheet The wolves are powerful, and the wolves are weak use them to find what you seek… Please fill out this character sheet. I know, I hate them too but, in a roleplay of this nature they are essential. Don’t you think? Please don’t give me a giant block of text, be brief if possible. Show us your characters secrets and hopes and dreams and all those juicy details in the role play. It will be much more fun for everyone that way. Guys please join as a guardian. This plot cannot move on without them. So far only the two chosen ones, one mindreader and one shapeshifter are taken. we need 4 twins. and maybe 1 shapeshifter, and 1 mindreader. Name Your characters name. Include any nicknames, or names they hate to be called (and expect them to be called that) Age How old are you? Not in wolf years. Because of their magical blood-lines they live much longer than normal wolves. Fifty years for most of them, but some like the Spirit and Crystal bloods can live to be a hundred. Gender Pretty self explanatory, also include sexual orientation if applicable. To keep things interesting for you LGBT’s out there ill let the wolves have gay relationships. They just cant be open about it, not very many wolves would be happy with them. Breed What blood are you? Keep in mind that Lifeblood’s are the most common and Crystalbloods, Deathbloods, Blackbloods and Spiritbloods are rather rare, so are mixes. Also include your power, if you want one. Remember not all wolves have powers, in fact most of them don’t so its okay if you’re about as powerful as a block of ice. One last thing; if you’re in a pack or group add your rank. Just think of something your pack might need and add it, if you’re not sure ask me and ill help. Description What are you like? Give me your biggest personality traits, not every little detail. I want to learn about you in role-play. I Just want a paragraph, maybe two. Appearance What do you look like? What are your eye colors, scars, and birthmarks? Unnatural fur colors are acceptable, it’s not like im aiming for realism here, but please no hot-pink fur if you can help yourself. Try to be descriptive. If you can find a picture, or make one were happy to see it. History This is a Brief recap of your life. Where do you come from? Were you born in a pack, group or to a rouge. What made you the way you were? Describe were scars came from. I don’t need a fully fleshed out history, just a general idea of where you came from, who your parents are and where you live, etc. Other Is there anything else interesting about your character that doesn’t fit anywhere else? Want to say hi or something. Put it here. That concludes my long, ridiculous post. To celebrate its ending ive included a brief poem that was used on the graveyard, and forgotten character section of the first ever thread. Summer has gone, yet it hasn’t grown old Winter has come, the ground has grown cold. Now close your eyes dear one, dream of me I’ll still be here when you wake as you think of me No i have not gone, I’ll always remain Beneath the rose bush ill always lay. I may be dead now my dear friend just remember every life has its end. *all poems are by me. While this is not a completely original idea (it draws themes and ideas from other sources) everything written here is from my mind. I sat down, with only my memories and a cut and paste copy of the original forum post (just in case I forgot something) and wrote. While the ideas are not completely original all the words here are my own. the first banner on the post was by a Sunstrike on a separate forum. The second banner, above the welcome message is my own. The rainbow banners were created by an Oceanstar, on the same old forum. I may in the future add some of the older artwork, if it seems to fit.