For many many centuries the presence of two fierce lands have been at war since eons and have never stopped from showing each other who is the upper handed side. The two lands called by two special names have always have a deep festering hatred for each other and had never trusted one another. The lands had been in disarray since an post-apocalyptic event. In this roleplay you are to try to survive in a hostile land and survive the presence of fierce animals, the elements and much more. Life will either be kind to you or cruel .. it is your choices that will guide you and either make you the King or break you down like dirt. You can call your clan how you like and to your leisure but be careful as this title will be yours and your alone to conquer or fall in name of. So .. are you ready to conquer or collapse in the presence of war, famine or etc? The vikings can be part vampire, werewolf or anything because of being mutated.
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Intro: It all started with a sword .. a such sword that was thought to contain unstable power within it's steel blade. It was told that the souls of the slain was to be entrapped inside. It was once buried from the naked eye of mortals and stored away beneath ground. That is ... until a demon named Kira Blackthorne had been introduced to it one day while outside doing his daily rounds. He was unaware that he was soon to have the presence of raw power of the underworld all in the presence of his mere hands.
He was a Viking by blood and his bloodlines were singing through his very veins like the silent songs of steel against steel and slices that were instilled or embedded within the very flesh of the warriors he was told of from the presence of his childhood. He would then tell his own children of the very same stories that were drilled into his very mind night after night of sitting at attention of crackling firewood. Life was like a struggle but yet Kira adored that with all of his beating heart and untamed soul. He adored it because he was able to be free and not locked up like a beast.
Only time would tell before he could lead his clan to victory or defeat?
He himself had a small clan that he was in charge of, letting them have a few hours of slumber before he chose to awaken them from slumber. He took a few dead rats from the pile of prey and roasted it upon the fire that he made a few minutes ago, rotating it upon it's flames that were hotly licking upon it's flesh and waited patiently until it was fully baked with it's perfectly roasted flesh, taking eager bites of it's juicy skin that he made for himself. He may have been young but his father had taught him the lay of the lands of Dragon's teeth.
It is your choice to venture beyond the familiarity of this territory. Will it lead you to wealth or misfortune as you lead your men? Only time will tell ..
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Intro: It all started with a sword .. a such sword that was thought to contain unstable power within it's steel blade. It was told that the souls of the slain was to be entrapped inside. It was once buried from the naked eye of mortals and stored away beneath ground. That is ... until a demon named Kira Blackthorne had been introduced to it one day while outside doing his daily rounds. He was unaware that he was soon to have the presence of raw power of the underworld all in the presence of his mere hands.
He was a Viking by blood and his bloodlines were singing through his very veins like the silent songs of steel against steel and slices that were instilled or embedded within the very flesh of the warriors he was told of from the presence of his childhood. He would then tell his own children of the very same stories that were drilled into his very mind night after night of sitting at attention of crackling firewood. Life was like a struggle but yet Kira adored that with all of his beating heart and untamed soul. He adored it because he was able to be free and not locked up like a beast.
Only time would tell before he could lead his clan to victory or defeat?
He himself had a small clan that he was in charge of, letting them have a few hours of slumber before he chose to awaken them from slumber. He took a few dead rats from the pile of prey and roasted it upon the fire that he made a few minutes ago, rotating it upon it's flames that were hotly licking upon it's flesh and waited patiently until it was fully baked with it's perfectly roasted flesh, taking eager bites of it's juicy skin that he made for himself. He may have been young but his father had taught him the lay of the lands of Dragon's teeth.
It is your choice to venture beyond the familiarity of this territory. Will it lead you to wealth or misfortune as you lead your men? Only time will tell ..