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Currently finished, and running.
(Please note that this RP is private, and I ask that those not participating to contact me via PM, Email, or IM in order to ask questions such as joining, or anything else pertaining to the story.)
Currently accepting no writers. More can be added after the later chapters.
King Aberdan of Fomura celebrates the twentieth birthday, and Day of Age for his daughter, Oralia. The Realms are peaceful, and continue their Golden Age. War between the three realms seems nearly non existant. But like most good things... The winds of change will soon change what all have come to know, and love.
Peace is an fragile thing, and there are those that know just how easily such a thing is broken. Dark forces in the hearts of mortals, gods, and demons have begun to stir, and stories speak of dark times to come.
The winds howl with warning, the lightning cracks with anger, and the rain weeps with sorrow... all for something that has yet to pass, but will certainly come to be.
The Order Of Magi have grown fat on their power, and wealth. Like a cancer they devour, and rot before moving onward towards the lifeforce of the world. The distant word of "War" has begun buzzing in the ears of people from all walks of life once again. The "Order" they have nurtured, and created is needed for the world, or so they believe... and they will stop at nothing in order to shackle Freedom.
Destiny... seems to be upon you though you might not know it.
A story of a group of individuals is being scribbled on the Parchment of Fate by hands unknown. This story... is how the world that once was broken, will break a new.
But for now... drink, dance, be merry, or do whatever else you wish... Enter the Castle of Fomura, and let yourself begin writing your destiny.
The world is an open sphere of air and divided into "Realms" or layers of floating continents. At the bottom of the world is the Void. An eternally spinning vaccum that sucks in everything that falls within it's reach, and destroys it to it's basic materials, and then distributes these reasources back into the world. It takes everything such as the moisture from a body, and even it's soul, and redistrubutes it later on in time, and history.
The Low Realms... The largest of all the continents. They are the only known sources for the various types of metal, and so have almost all control of them, save for what they export. They are also the only known source of harvested water because there is the Water Fury. That is a constantly raging thunderstorm that seperates them from the Mid Realms.
Think of it as a bigass thunderstorm. And in order to pass through it, there's three ways. Mount ( flying animals), air ships, or teleportation ( which is rare due to the massive amount of energy needed).
The Mid Realms. These continents are smaller than the Low Realms, but are still big enough to have their own Oceans. They have the majority of crops for the world as their land is the most fertile, and are also the only known source of stone. The weather there is normal, and can range from sunshine droughts to thunderstorms, and even blizzards. Above them is the Ice Caps which is a layer of floatin icebergs that shift chaotically, slamming into once another, and reforming on moisture in the air.
The High Realms. These are the smallest of the continents are generally only about two hundred miles in size. They are the only known source for gems, and are the capitals for all Magics. They have the Schools, and general Magical supplies, and numerous mages that occupy the world. Their weather is constant sunshine which forces the use of magic to regulate their environemt.
You can see black outlines of the realm above you whenever the sky is clear. Though they may not be in the same place as they float, and rotate in a circle. The date effects latitude, longitude, and everything in between making those that travel well versed in astrology for the wrong day could be your undoing.
Creativity is welcomed with open arms. If you can think of it, then use it. So long as it's balanced. Anyone who wishes my opinion is free to ask me. I'm generally laid back.
Your posting expectations are to be weekly, not daily as some of us do not have the freetime that others do. I also expect that we respect each and every writer. There will be graphic scenes including violence, language, and possibly intimate scense depending on where we as writers take this. I don't approve in censorship, so you are all free to take this as far as the TOS allows. Anything beyond that is to be written outside of the site, and summarized in an acceptable manner.
Age will be considered when approving outside writers. Know that if you don't like what you read, then do not read what will be written in this story. Anything protected by the TOS is beyond judgement of a visiting reader unless spoken on by a member of the Staff.
In this thead I along with the Staff are Judge, Jury, and Executioner, but we fair.
(Please note that this RP is private, and I ask that those not participating to contact me via PM, Email, or IM in order to ask questions such as joining, or anything else pertaining to the story.)
Currently accepting no writers. More can be added after the later chapters.

This One Realm
~The Plot~
July 7th, ATS 1125~The Plot~
King Aberdan of Fomura celebrates the twentieth birthday, and Day of Age for his daughter, Oralia. The Realms are peaceful, and continue their Golden Age. War between the three realms seems nearly non existant. But like most good things... The winds of change will soon change what all have come to know, and love.
Peace is an fragile thing, and there are those that know just how easily such a thing is broken. Dark forces in the hearts of mortals, gods, and demons have begun to stir, and stories speak of dark times to come.
The winds howl with warning, the lightning cracks with anger, and the rain weeps with sorrow... all for something that has yet to pass, but will certainly come to be.
The Order Of Magi have grown fat on their power, and wealth. Like a cancer they devour, and rot before moving onward towards the lifeforce of the world. The distant word of "War" has begun buzzing in the ears of people from all walks of life once again. The "Order" they have nurtured, and created is needed for the world, or so they believe... and they will stop at nothing in order to shackle Freedom.
Destiny... seems to be upon you though you might not know it.
A story of a group of individuals is being scribbled on the Parchment of Fate by hands unknown. This story... is how the world that once was broken, will break a new.
But for now... drink, dance, be merry, or do whatever else you wish... Enter the Castle of Fomura, and let yourself begin writing your destiny.
~The World~
The world is an open sphere of air and divided into "Realms" or layers of floating continents. At the bottom of the world is the Void. An eternally spinning vaccum that sucks in everything that falls within it's reach, and destroys it to it's basic materials, and then distributes these reasources back into the world. It takes everything such as the moisture from a body, and even it's soul, and redistrubutes it later on in time, and history.
The Low Realms... The largest of all the continents. They are the only known sources for the various types of metal, and so have almost all control of them, save for what they export. They are also the only known source of harvested water because there is the Water Fury. That is a constantly raging thunderstorm that seperates them from the Mid Realms.
Think of it as a bigass thunderstorm. And in order to pass through it, there's three ways. Mount ( flying animals), air ships, or teleportation ( which is rare due to the massive amount of energy needed).
The Mid Realms. These continents are smaller than the Low Realms, but are still big enough to have their own Oceans. They have the majority of crops for the world as their land is the most fertile, and are also the only known source of stone. The weather there is normal, and can range from sunshine droughts to thunderstorms, and even blizzards. Above them is the Ice Caps which is a layer of floatin icebergs that shift chaotically, slamming into once another, and reforming on moisture in the air.
The High Realms. These are the smallest of the continents are generally only about two hundred miles in size. They are the only known source for gems, and are the capitals for all Magics. They have the Schools, and general Magical supplies, and numerous mages that occupy the world. Their weather is constant sunshine which forces the use of magic to regulate their environemt.
You can see black outlines of the realm above you whenever the sky is clear. Though they may not be in the same place as they float, and rotate in a circle. The date effects latitude, longitude, and everything in between making those that travel well versed in astrology for the wrong day could be your undoing.
~The Setting~
You will begin at the party being hosted by the King of Fomura. How you are invited, or arrive is completely up to you. You can either be known, break in, or whatever else you wish.Creativity is welcomed with open arms. If you can think of it, then use it. So long as it's balanced. Anyone who wishes my opinion is free to ask me. I'm generally laid back.
Your posting expectations are to be weekly, not daily as some of us do not have the freetime that others do. I also expect that we respect each and every writer. There will be graphic scenes including violence, language, and possibly intimate scense depending on where we as writers take this. I don't approve in censorship, so you are all free to take this as far as the TOS allows. Anything beyond that is to be written outside of the site, and summarized in an acceptable manner.
Age will be considered when approving outside writers. Know that if you don't like what you read, then do not read what will be written in this story. Anything protected by the TOS is beyond judgement of a visiting reader unless spoken on by a member of the Staff.
In this thead I along with the Staff are Judge, Jury, and Executioner, but we fair.