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[Fantasy] [Dark] The Road Goes Ever On (LoTR)

The Elves all leaving for Valinor was a mistype. I was thinking and speaking more of the realm that many of them HAVE left and are leaving.

Melkor's lies, sowed in the hearts of Elves and Men, were a seed that did not die and could not be destroyed, but ever and anon sprouted anew, and bore dark fruit ever after.[13]
According to material in some of Tolkien's writings compiled (but not published) by his son, in the last days Melkor will learn how to break the Door of Night and re-enter the World, and initiate the Dagor Dagorath, the Battle of Battles.[14][15]

Morgoth is darkness, lies, deceit. And while you may win a battle or war against him. He will continue. As he is immortal, As he was once joined with the Valar, Blessed by the hand of Eru. He can very well return.

[Fantasy] [Dark] The Road Goes Ever On (LoTR)

Also, what you do. What you want to see. That will shape the Rp, so discuss, chat. Throw ideas about. It'll get sort out.

[Fantasy] [Dark] The Road Goes Ever On (LoTR)

Many of the Elves have left for Valinor, Dwarves are reclaiming the depths and the humans are rebuilding from their war against Sauron. Hobbits are doing their usual bout about life. Uruk-hai, Orcs, goblins and trolls are scattered and being hunted down. We all know what happened prior to the War, but what of after?

At a very well known cross road, paths will cross and fates will change. Parties are formed to hunt down the Orcs and agents of the Dark. To find treasure misplaced during the War. The dark will never be stamped out for long, where there is good in the world evil will follow. Where there is light, there shall always be shadow. Will Morgoth reclaim his foothold upon Arda? Will the dwarves reclaim Moria? Have elves left for all of time? What will become of the Orcs, and Uruk-hai? What of the shadow in the North, South and East? The men of Angmar? Umbar, and Rhun?

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If anyone is interested I'll add in a Character sheet.

Must try to be on Daily, unless otherwise informing.
Must be adept at casual Rping at the least.
Must know something of the the Lore.
NO BALROGS. NO DRAGONS. NO WRAITHS (Ring Wraiths). NO VALAR (only DMs). No being any of the characters from book, show, or game (May excluded a good Ratbag).

Fighters (Skilled ones) should belong to a army, or Rangers. Human, or hobbit adventurers should have no combat exp. unless a deserter (In which you will be hunted down for). Bow skills not included (Hunting, survival skills). If you have skills in warfare, probably being recruited by army or militia. Putting this because fighting is too common, you may hunt, farm, craft in your life. But you really only fought with a militia or army, thus your knowledge of weaponry would come from thus.

Magic is extremely rare, the council either wants you or you're being watched. Power level depends, check with DM. Most will be hedge wizards with basics only. You can grow and expand the knowledge in the RP.

Essentially, be reasonable/ realistic.

Very Character driven. Your motives, actions, decisions... They will shape the RP.

Fae Courtis: Hidden Intentions, Intricate Dances (Restart)

"Oh come and dance in our ring. Forget your troubles, gladness bring. The mortal world which you have ties. Behind you lies, behind you lies."

People disappear from time to time into the forests or mountains never to be seen again. We just file a missing person report and move on, usually they don't come back, but sometimes they do. They may be found in such a state to be declare mentally unstable, or perhaps they are dismissed as having some 'out-of-body' experience. They talk about spirits and gods, certain they exist or that there is a higher order telling them what to do do. Preposterous right?

But what if there was? We can't see it, we don't believe in it, but it's there and we know it. Through tiny gaps, small little openings in the veil, we can stumble through. A circle of stones or trees, a ring of mushrooms, or perhaps some old ruins. Perhaps we run into something out in the wilderness, confused and begging for help. We agree to something without knowing the price. But what is it? Where is it? The Fae is what and where. The Fae Realm and it's courts. The Fall, Winter, Spring and the Summer Court. The Seelie and Unseelie Courts. Within this realm promises are binding, prices must be paid, iron is a deadly threat, and lying will only cause you more trouble than it is worth.

I should know better than any, the laws of the Fae are iron in their own might and breaking them is far more than foolish. The power struggles are constant and nothing is forgotten, not by the Fae anyways. Who am I? It doesn't matter any more. I am merely a servant of the Unseelie court, someone who watches and serves the true king. I don't even know if I'm human any more, or if I ever was. My name is spun from his lips and I must hasten to do as I am bid, may you never fall into their grasp.

"Grasp the iron that they fear. Raise it high, they won't come near. Flee the forests and keep away. Else with the fairy you will stay."

CS:

Name:
Race (Human or Type of Fae):
Position (In court if you are a fae, Any fae outsid eof a court will be under extreme pressure):
Age:
Personality (Fae type has effect):
Appearance:
Background:

(There is no max person limit. I just want a clear chart of who rules what court. Fae Rulers must be active in the RP.)
Ruler of the Winter Court: Urke'j Lask
Ruler of the Spring Court: Runlauf
Ruler of the Summer Court: Immerus Zileo Galindale
Ruler of the Fall Court: Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor

Examples of Type of Fae and Courts (Feel Free to use ANY Fae on or off the list) (Give me detail if off the list):
Kelpie (A horse-fae which draws it's victims into the sea to drown them) - Spring or Fall
Banshee - Fall
Gremlins - Any, prefer Winter (Can touch Iron, thus they are limited)
Brownies (They can range from the small fae that clean houses to the great ents) - Spring or Summer
(Season)-born (Classical humanoid fae) - Children born to at least one fae parent or adopted by the fae
Selkies (A seal fae that may take on human form by removing their seal skin coat) - Spring, Fall or Winter
Pixie (Tinkerbell) - Spring
Nyphs (Greek sprites of earth, water, and air) - Any season, except winter

-More Information on this Realm-

No nicey-nice Fae that laugh and help each other while discovering the magic of friendship. Fae are ancient creatures that are well known for deceit and deception. They all want their lot in life to be the best for them. It's very rare that they will put another before them. However this does not mean they are power hungry. If a Court has a stable Ruler they will keep that ruler so long as the ruler gives them reason to keep themselves in place. Power, prosperity, and politics.

Each Court has their own type of personality, power. To reflect their season. Spring is the most childish and flighty, Summer's energy with Winter's ruthlessness. They are vain, and iron in their will-much like a stubborn child. Summer is hot-headed, vibrant, vain. Honorable and ready to fall for romance (Midsummer night and all). They prefer entertainment to work. Fall is the twilight and the hunt, sneaky and cunning. Winter is the cold and aloof season. The firmest and most ridged in it's rule. They are realistic, they dislike distraction to their work.

Fae powers vary but there is a general rule of thumb the old the Fae the more power they have. Survival of the fittest and all.

Names have power and uttering someone full name, given by them allows Fae (and restricts them should a human know it) to control and essential press a life of indenture upon the being whose name is known.

Iron. Cold, pure iron will kill a Fae. If it isn't pure, or flakes of iron it will merely burn a fae. A circle of iron can keep a Fae out or in. Only Gremlins and other Metal-touched Fae are able to shape or even touched iron without pain or death, Gremlins are masters of bending magical property into metal, and are equally talented in dismantling and Repairing machines. They are often killed or bound, due to this fact.

Promises are binding, and breaking a promise is deadly in most cases. If you owe a fae, you Forever owe a fae, and there is a magic in it that they can force you to pay up until debt is payed. Most Fae will speak carefully so such a thing does not happen. Promises and favors are essentially currency in the Fae Realm. Everything must be given with a fair trade- of a sort.

All Fae have a Glimmer, an outer look, bestowed by magic to make them hard to notice, or change how they look. This is often used in the mortal realm by the more powerful of the Fair Folk.

Also, Never called them faeries. They hate that.

Fae artifact Grow, and EVENTUALLY gain sentience, able to pick its own master, and warps its own magic. The older, the stronger and smarter. Essentially an ancient fae weapon... IS a fae. Touch NOTHING in a fae home.

"DON'T TOUCH IT, DON'T TOUCH IT, DON'T TOU- ooh shiny!" then DEAD - Havok The Foolish (A dear friend and my drafting board for this idea)

Fae and humans may cross to the Mortal and Fae Realm by gates. Ancient pathways the Fae built through their human puppets- such as Stone Henge (locked), the lake of Avalon (Opened during misty days due to the weather factor being required) or the Pyramids (Broken). Some of these gates have been destroy in Fae wars, locked away by their creators, or just not used and sitting there waiting for mortals to wander through without realizing. There are other gates, spawned by the shift of Realms as they touch each other. These may change from time to time.

Now hopefully you all aren't thrown off because of that detail but I've been tossing this idea about and I wanted to make sure I had all my bases covered. So sorry! But if you have any more questions please ask and I shall answer!

Fae Courtis: Hidden Intentions, Intricate Dances (Restart)

CS:
Name: Aisling Ní Cheallaighe, "She who is born of ashes"

Race (Human or Type of Fae): Human

Position (In court if you are a fae, Any fae outside of a court will be under extreme pressure): Servant to Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor

Age: 61, looks 17-19

Personality (Fae type has effect): A once proud young woman, she was bent to the task of serving O'Aenges-Mor quickly. Still she snarks at her Lord Fae, and is more than willing to question him and his orders. But she knows any out right disloyalty could get her killed and if he were to die she would wish to perish soon after without his protection in the Fae Courts. She is sharp to others of lesser rank than she, and is wise to the way of the fae. A must within their realm.

Appearance: Thick red hair falls to her waist and frames grey eyes. Pale skin from time spent with the Fall Court. She generally wears a heavy gown of dark green or brown with a cloak of grey. Dressing in the style of Victorian times. She appears and actually physically is around her seventeenth or nineteenth year. It is uncertain when she stopped aging after she was brought into the fae courts. She is a bit on the shorter side, and is petite.

Background: Aisling was born to a wealthy family and had a very lovely childhood. She never had want for anything, but when she had fallen for a young man and learned a horrible truth that jeopardized her privileged life she panicked. Fleeing to the forest she sought solace while trying to comfort herself with something. It was there she was found by Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor of the Fae. She offered him anything, if only to grant her the answer to her problem. He gave her the promised answer and took her to the realm of the Fae as payment. She has served him ever since.

CS:

Name: Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor

Race (Human or Type of Fae): Fall-born Fae

Position (In court if you are a fae, Any fae outside of a court will be under extreme pressure): King of the Fall Court

Age: Unknown

Personality (Fae type has effect): Sharp as a blade, quick as a snake, Tegvan rules his Court with a iron fist and is more than willing to employ almost tyrannical means to get his Fae followers in line. His is swift with justice, and swifter with vengeance. He has a cruel amusement and enjoys the 'finer' things in life. Not to say he is without mercy. He doesn't even know the meaning of the word.

Appearance: A tall fae, he appears as a dark shadowy form, or as a dark skinned fae with black armor some say is made of dim grey starlight. His ears have definite points and his nails as well. His eyes are the fall storms and his teeth are sharp as a blades. Ravens are said to be his cloak of feathers and his voice is said to be the rushing wind. In his glimmer spell, he takes the appearance of a tall man, with short black hair and pale blue eyes. His skin is periously pale and with high cheek bones and an arrow straight nose. His ears are however not pointed in the glimmer spell, rather human shaped and size. He usually wears something matching the current time, for the present it is dark jeans, black boots, and a loose grey shirt. His build is not bulky like the winter fae but rather well muscled and toned.

Background: Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor is a ancient and powerful Fae. Little is known about him and why he took on a human pet is less understood. He is not a fae to cross though he does have his good points. Often putting out small prizes for the fae that messes the best with Spring and Summer Court, and dancing about the politics with the grace of a falling leaf. No one is certain how long he has held the throne but all have seen the tormented Fae who tried to take it from him. Their final moments imprisoned in artwork. He has no mercy, but is more than willing to listen to the lesser Fae before considering their points. Tegvan is not a Fae to cross and he makes that well known. But within him is a deep sorrow well hidden by the many, many years he has walked the earth and Fae Realm.

Fae Courtis: Hidden Intentions, Intricate Dances (Restart)

((Post a Character Sheet any time. Please keep Out Of Character Chat off the story thread as well.))

"Oh come and dance in our ring. Forget your troubles, gladness bring. The mortal world which you have ties. Behind you lies, behind you lies."

People disappear from time to time into the forests or mountains never to be seen again. We just file a missing person report and move on, usually they don't come back, but sometimes they do. They may be found in such a state to be declare mentally unstable, or perhaps they are dismissed as having some 'out-of-body' experience. They talk about spirits and gods, certain they exist or that there is a higher order telling them what to do do. Preposterous right?

But what if there was? We can't see it, we don't believe in it, but it's there and we know it. Through tiny gaps, small little openings in the veil, we can stumble through. A circle of stones or trees, a ring of mushrooms, or perhaps some old ruins. Perhaps we run into something out in the wilderness, confused and begging for help. We agree to something without knowing the price. But what is it? Where is it? The Fae is what and where. The Fae Realm and it's courts. The Fall, Winter, Spring and the Summer Court. The Seelie and Unseelie Courts. Within this realm promises are binding, prices must be paid, iron is a deadly threat, and lying will only cause you more trouble than it is worth.

I should know better than any, the laws of the Fae are iron in their own might and breaking them is far more than foolish. The power struggles are constant and nothing is forgotten, not by the Fae anyways. Who am I? It doesn't matter any more. I am merely a servant of the Unseelie court, someone who watches and serves the true king. I don't even know if I'm human any more, or if I ever was. My name is spun from his lips and I must hasten to do as I am bid, may you never fall into their grasp.

"Grasp the iron that they fear. Raise it high, they won't come near. Flee the forests and keep away. Else with the fairy you will stay."
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The sun moved easily through thick grey clouds. Rain had either come and gone or was on the way, a dreary and beautiful day. Grey eyes studied the clouds and scattered rays of light piercing them. Her hands moved along a small lap-harp compelling notes from the thin silver strings. A musical instrument she had learned over the years, it had been a stout friend to her. It was sung from a great tree and carved with breathe taking detail, nothing less would do for "She who was born of ashes". The notes sharped in anger, they had forbidden her name, her very lovely name because name had power. Her fair face bared a blank expression of sorrow as she sat upon the park bench. A small escape into the mortal world for a slight time. Her Lord had sought something from this Realm so she was sent to fetch it, to attempt to flee would be futile and it would bring only sorrow.

Many people passed her by staring at her odd form of dress. It was not often you saw a teen wearing a thick Victorian styled dress with a thick cloak of grey. The deep and light blue of the dress making her seem all the more vivid among the more plain colours and manners of dress. Thick red curls hung down her back to her waist, secured away from her face with a grey ribbon. Her gloved hands stroked the harp again as she spell bound several of her fellow humans, luring them with pure words of warning.

"Graps the Iron that they fear,
Hold it high, they wont come near.
Flee the forest and keep away,
Else with the fairy you will stay.

Dance in their circle, twirl about,
Forget the world and your doubts.
Into their realm, into their halls,
You'll never see your own fall."

Strumming one last time she let the applause come and pass on as she started a purely musical piece. No one believed her. No one ever would, but still she tried. Tried to warn them away from the Fae. The other realm of magic and laws more dangerous than any human made weapon. Her own years had long passed by and by now she should be older. How old, she wasn't sure she wanted to find out. Her Lord had placed a spell upon her staying her aging, but not her needs. So, she came to the mortal world for his whims and gathered her own food which she took to the Fae realm. To eat Fae food was a risk she had yet to take and she was stubborn enough to avoid at all costs. Even if it meant living off of scraps if her Lord thought her in the wrong.

Standing she wandered from the bench after gathering up her small bag of grocers that would keep. Trees soon surrounded her as she wandered deeper and further from the paths people usually took. The path became broke flagstones, overgrown with weeds and grasses. Standing before a great oak she touched the bark in reverence, a whorl on the tree rippled as her hand slid through it. Taking a step she was among the forest still and on the broken flagstone path but everything was reversed. Much like a mirror. Following the path once more she watched the birds above squawk and joust each other. Ravens, they were always playing, never fearing. It was a crime to kill them as they were favored by the Fall King. To kill a raven meant one would take it's place. Her Lord was just in his own way, if it was justice to trap one in such a form. More than once she had amused the thought of killing such a bird. Perhaps her life would be... better in it's own way. But no- the Fae Lord would know and her hope would be shattered. He was a just Lord, but this justice was not to be taken lightly.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

Sorry for the late replies, I have a lot going on. (Wedding coming up.) I AM restarting this so.. Join if you want to. But you must be warned. There is more danger.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

Hey, everyone. I'm back. I also am doing a roll call to see who all is active. I'm so sorry for taking so long, but things kept coming up. (Yeah one of THOSE horribly times when you hate life.) So if your still interested, please leave a comment? Again I am so sorry for my hiatus, it's been a hard time.

[Horror][Dark] Cirque De Monstres

"Welcome to the Freak Show. We wear horns and halos."

The wars between Heaven and Hell ceased eons ago, but humans deaths have been effected. No, not in the number or cause, but those trapped in the Limbo after they died. These souls lived lives of sin, misery, and wandered lost in life. There they wasted away, until Satan charged a demon to twist these poor beings to search out and find similar souls that are endangered of entering Limbo at the end of their finite life. New additions to the lure of Hell. For thousands of years this festive of freaks have wandered about the world; the cursed souls slowly being twisted into horrible wretched forms by their demon Ringleader. Their souls withering away, to be replaced by others who have fallen into the Limbo.

But now, a ray of hope lightens the dim and despairing lives of the exhibits. A newcomer has joined the show, one that holds the key to free them all. A angle, unknowing of their own potential and actual being, has entered the limbo and thus the Cirque De Monstres. Will this being lift the imprisonment upon the occupants of the circus, or will their wings be plucked by the Ring Master? But escape from the Cirque De Monstres would not be easy and should one be caught... The penalty would be beautifully horrendous. Shall you fly, lie, or die?

Roles and Requirements:

Demon Circus Master: (OPEN)
(Must be a High Class, Male Demon.)

Angle: (OPEN)
(Does not know of being a angle, Is a ordinary human in looks, Must be inadequate in some way in life to have ended up in Limbo. Redeem Freaks to free them.)

Freaks: (UNLIMITED)
(Must be at most 500 years old (most fade away in despair before that), Think American Horror Story: Freak Show, Must be inadequate in some way in life to have ended up in Limbo)

Visitors: (NPC)

**To end up in Limbo one must have made grave errors in life or not have cared. Being in Limbo does not mean you died. You could have been taken before death if the Demon saw some tasty morsel to add to his collection.**

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

Aisling cringed and glared stubbornly. "I know I cannot flee, but bring your weapons and take my life! I'd rather die than be Changeling turned!" A hand is thrusted into her petty coat as she grips a dagger. drawing the blade forth she drives it towards her chest to foil the fairy plot. No more would she be part of their games, and intricate dances! No more would she wonder at hidden intentions and twisted truths that were cleverly laid lies!