Hello one and all, LordOfTheNight again here with a brand spanking new story for lovers of fantasy can come to enjoy. I'm gonna try and keep this relatively short and simple as I am really simply in a mood to write a new story inspired by the likes of Frank Herbert's "Dune", the world of Warhammer, with a sprinkle of Thor just to make things interesting. Interested? PM me. I would love to do a 1x1 RP or a small group, all I need are willing participants.
This RP is set in a world inhabited by the likes of humans, elves, and dwarves. Humans, elves, and dwarves who have been forced to run from an enemy that has mastered dark forces and attacked their realm with such brutality and such malice that the only thing that could be done to save all involved was run. Run to a realm that these dark elves would not dare venture. A place that is sand and wind. Harsh heat and deadly creatures. A place that humans, elves, or even dwarves were never meant to try and survive. What humans, elves, and dwarves have managed to survived have managed to do so by utilizing the underground cities they have found, cities that are hidden from the harsh desert above. Cities that were once home to the gods of their old realm, the Sunriders. Whispers persist of artifacts left behind by the Sunriders, pieces of weapons and armor that imbue the user with godlike abilities, magic far greater than that of wizards or sorcerers. Some believe that these artifacts still exist, buried in the shifting sands above, deep in hidden tombs and forgotten cities. Some seek these artifacts for the sheer power they could possess. Some seek them to perhaps return to the world that was once their own and drive out the darkness that forced them out...
This RP is set in a world inhabited by the likes of humans, elves, and dwarves. Humans, elves, and dwarves who have been forced to run from an enemy that has mastered dark forces and attacked their realm with such brutality and such malice that the only thing that could be done to save all involved was run. Run to a realm that these dark elves would not dare venture. A place that is sand and wind. Harsh heat and deadly creatures. A place that humans, elves, or even dwarves were never meant to try and survive. What humans, elves, and dwarves have managed to survived have managed to do so by utilizing the underground cities they have found, cities that are hidden from the harsh desert above. Cities that were once home to the gods of their old realm, the Sunriders. Whispers persist of artifacts left behind by the Sunriders, pieces of weapons and armor that imbue the user with godlike abilities, magic far greater than that of wizards or sorcerers. Some believe that these artifacts still exist, buried in the shifting sands above, deep in hidden tombs and forgotten cities. Some seek these artifacts for the sheer power they could possess. Some seek them to perhaps return to the world that was once their own and drive out the darkness that forced them out...