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I'M BACK! Sort of... if I can remember to get on, and if an RP catches my attention!
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Awh, alright. Have fun or good luck or whatever send off is appropriate. :)
That makes sense, actually. It reminds me of the Soul Cairn in the Elder Scrolls. It's supposedly supposed to drain away at one's soul until they are trapped there.
Yeah, it's no small walk, haha. The provinces are huge.
Added a new map and updated the location descriptions to include Vanthorn, going to work on Kalico next, but first breakfast, then a post.
Added a new map and updated the location descriptions to include Vanthorn, going to work on Kalico next, but first breakfast, then a post.
Then the region you'd be looking for would probably be the one that borders Kalico, Vardendale and Morcrest. And Roarhaven I imagine would be the dot on the river that is the closest to Vardendale. That would probably make the distance between Roarhaven and North Thystys (I will abbreviate as NT from here on out) to be about 300-350 miles.
It helped me to create a better world with wider varieties and cultures. Plus I originally made this as a fantasy variation of an Assassin's Creed rp that was intended for just my friends, so having them help create the world was something I had hoped would make it more interesting and last longer. There are still a few unnamed and undescribed provinces as well as a ton of cities unnamed on the map. Anyone can name them if you've got an idea. Also I'm still open for adding races.
The year was 403 of the 4th Era. Summer was nearing its end and Autumn was beginning to take root. The first spots of colors were appearing on a leaf every so often. It was nothing noticeable, the weather to the North hardly changed at all, there wasn't a day that wasn't freezing once you were above the southern border of the Barren. Balefall was a desert and always hot, except at night when temperatures could drop rapidly. But from the Vardendale capital of Nemira to the Southernmost of the Cespid Islands, Skiid, it was warm and humid. North Thystys was a quiet enough city. The Mage's guild had been keeping it quiet and there were no festivals at this time of the year. Occasionally there would a noisy immigrant from an anti-magic province shouting about how all arcane users should return to the Nether and be thrown into the darkest pit of the 7th circle of Hell. Most anti-magic protests were similar in this regard. On this day however the quiet was broken by a very powerful explosion of Dark Magic emanating from just outside of the city borders. This powerful explosion caused rapid compression of the energy used to form magic and created a riptide which ripped apart most of the surrounding area, reconverting the physical world it touched into magic, leaving behind a smoldering crater that reeked of Dark Magic. The shockwave, though subsiding in power almost immediately so it no longer destroyed what it touched, rippled through the air like a tidal wave through the ocean. It swept across the land with ease and caused the stomachs of mages everywhere to turn. It was not so easily missed, most non-mages brushed it off as a bad meal or the oncoming of an illness. It would be more obvious however to any who had channeled the arcane energies through their body. This was a catastrophe that couldn't so easily be ignored.
Works for me then. Hope you do join Rain... If only T-chan would too...
That'd work. I'm not entirely picky. I didn't make all the races.
I almost imagine them to be like Lesser Tieflings without the horns (you can look them up on Google), otherwise yeah I agree. I prefer pictures over the written descriptions. Unfortunately sometimes you have to describe them in writing if you can't find a picture/you have no drawing talent, like me... If I could draw all of my characters I would...
Sounds good.
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