Note: I don’t plan to start this RP until January, after the holidays, however, I did want to gain some steam in advertising first.

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There is a place that exist, a place that only children seem know how to access. A place where you believe that all the things in your imagination are real. You create your own identity and your own powers, and then you forget this place. The older you get, the more your mind is occupied on different task. Different struggles. The folly of childhood leaves you behind and the friends you made, and the dreams had all, but seem futile and even perhaps a bit silly. 

You grow apart. Maybe a distant object or thing reminds you of that time, but you like all the rest of the adults laugh it off as merely a child’s dreams. 

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You’re from a small town, where everybody knew everybody and you practically lived at your friends home. You use to play games in this threshold between imaginary and real, and then you grew up. You each became divided from different parts of the world. You got jobs, maybe some of you have married, but whatever that may be something odd has happened to you. You’ve received each a red envelope, a golden seal on the back, address to you by the Fairy Queen;

Dear Meadow Warrior,

I am summoning you to return to this land for a grave danger has awaken. 

You chuck it. Laugh it off as a joke someone is pulling on you and you go about your day. Till you go to sleep that very night. Like someone’s pulled a spell on you, you feel yourself sinking and then you land harshly on the ground. You’re in a beautiful watercolor like world, but this no dream as you can smell the oak leaves, and the wind brushes across your cheek. It’s when you realize you’re carrying a fantastical weapon and a sense of deja vu washes over you. You are greeted by a toddler sized, butterfly winged, individual, who’s bits are uncovered.

“Sir,” she pauses, “You look different.”

“Yeah...I um...sure I’m what is called an adult and I am extremely confused right now,”

There is an uncomfortable silence and she simply states, “The Fairy Queen will want to see this.”

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This RP centers around a group of old friends who use to play in the meadows of their small town together. They were the ones who built  and saved Fairyland countless times. Then you grew up became, adults until you were called to return to Fairyland after all these years.

This RP will have two components a slice of life aspect, perhaps reconnecting to your friends. You’ve all moved into a big city, but because it’s so vast you hardly recognize the faces of your friends who also moved into Cosmic Fall City. 

And a fantasy aspect in fairyland. Character sheets will be constructed of who you arein the real world and the hero you created as a kid, but all grown up.