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If it helps the tallying process, my character is a "pure mage" trope.
Well damn, I'm just going to glean over the past few pages, but a quick update in that I'm in the process of my character. Definite mage route, a toss up between a Summoner or Black Mage type. We shall see through the concept process.
@Ogobrogo - Shiiit, son. I love all things Final Fantasy and more. Whenever you have open slots, let me know. Otherwise major props to your layout and structure, I like it.
Can always count on you! β€
Years ago, when the meteors fell, upon their crevices and fissures were remnants of extraterrestrial life: the Aeons. Their origins were untraceable, their culture assumed of intelligence and essence prescribed of otherworldly and misunderstood. They were the embodiment's of elements, nature and empathy; each bequeathed with a power and unearthly might that the denizens of Viera could only revere them as they were: Gods.
β sci-fi and fantasy elements
β unique battle structure
β linear story with sub-plot developments
β explorations of human limitations
β complications of political and religious existences
. . . and more . . .
β unique battle structure
β linear story with sub-plot developments
β explorations of human limitations
β complications of political and religious existences
. . . and more . . .
p r e m i s e & i n t r o d u c t i o n. - [m] rating for subjects of torture.
All stories have a beginning; a prolouge to the woeful hero, the crippling tale, and the prelude to a mutilating affair. Foundations arise, christening the initial premise with a bedlam seeded with misunderstandings, death, and sometimes scorn. All muddled under the fictitious development of lies and secrecy, to delude the truth into a desolate conception of moral dignity and simple right. Origins dictate the proceeding terror, and foster the risks and dangers of mortal tampering that blurs under the obligation of obsession and power. Future generations will arise from these scarlet ashes, bathed in nebulous hate and aphotic void likeness that confines will and self-thought. Origins bathe with world in red, and sometimes blue, suffocating all.
The Rise of Soldier comes from shadows of thickening taint, the warriors sanctioned under military law and brutality, writhing in their secret arsenal, baying on leashes that pull taught like twine and barbed through armoured throats. The world always needs more; more death, more power, more wealth. Fostered on greed that compounds with gluttony and conceives the concept of weapons gilded in flesh and wed to metal that promises all manners of destruction. Man is never satisfied with reality, they seek to fortify or delude their perception through degrees of mutilation of mind and body; all for the method and means of development and adaptation. They fail to rise to confession in these events, deciding to live under cushions of lies and glossed over reasoning and will that always reap the soul and hearts of others who possess the desire to protect things of mortal value: hope.
When the Aeons came, Viera was divided on a term of action, those of the North, under belief of the Fayth, considered their plummet a sign of imbalance; to interpret that wrong and sin had befallen them. Others termed it as a visual sign of invasion, that something yonder was attempting to impale the world in an act of war and defiance, the prelude to an eternal apocalypse. The third party, those of the central continents, immediately became warped by curiosity, gleaning over such a writhing notion with the intentions of seeing to the truth of these rumours and speculation of boiling vermilion and screaming star dust. The Government of Dalmastice was the primary source of desiring to discover the fallen, and thus the first was uncovered in the tundra mountains of Archadia. Cloaked in obsidian ice and boiling ebony that oozed like a terrible sickness; all swathed in a ethereal glow of star light that shimmered about like lamplight over the entire impact. They were wrought with fascination when, within those remains, they found a creature that could not be described in Galban tongue, or any other, it was both fascinating and terrifying, and struck the initial witnesses with an awe that begged, needed, an explanation.
Mystery fell, secrecy cloaked the Dalmastice Govern so rapt and suddenly, they immediately excavated and scoured across Viera, claiming to rid of the remains under the pretense of law and safety. In a world of ascending scientific knowledge and technology, former fascination and awe was immediately exchanged for obsession. Reverence for life, morality, and to abide by a code of certain conduct of universal govern, was interchanged for mutated needs to understand. Led by scientists from the capital, plied apart, flayed, stripped down to the marrow of their selves, the Aeons were taken and manipulated; forced into states of minimal consciousness: unable to strike back in their brief states of awareness. It was a cruel fate of helplessness, all under the assumption of preservative intentions to backbone their twisted cause. This method of subjugation benefited the larger cities, bringing forth a new age of refined medicine and pharmaceutical campaigns that lured and seduced smaller settlements and estates, bringing with it that promise of fruition in further alignments.
Though, accompanied with abundance and peace came sacrifices, and not all were benefit to the glory of cells of the Aeons. Experimentation led to exciting possibilities, but the further they descended into mutilation and discovery, the further they began to hide these evidences and suddenly, upon the fringe of science, came war.
Suddenly, the united government of Dalmastice has divided, causing a disruption between the continents, the promise of alliances and unification has died with the result of lost brothers and sisters, and families being split; caught on the tides of difference and conflicting beliefs. Surprisingly, the scientists originally responsible of Aeon containment have remained sullen and silent during these uproars; itβs no longer about medicine and development anymore, it has become personal. Obsession bleeds over the reason and methods of knowledge, warps it into the corrupted spur and desperation to bend the moral law, and, to ultimately harness the power of a would-be god and exacerbate that might to the fullest extent of their stolen prowess. Lost under the distraction and sedition of the lesser continents, people have forgotten about the Aeons, theyβve lost their reason for fighting and a merciless and gluttonous greed takes hold of Vieraβs citizens.
Now, theyβve come.
With bays of decay and pain, sudden creatures of monstrous wonder pour from the literal shadows, with no master to herald their wake, with no sight of reasoning to their uprising. They are feral and insane with the thirst of power and agony, itβs reminiscent of begone cruelty of bestial natures, almost vengeful and manic. They tear through the ghettos of Faelan first, perishing under fire and ruin, but not without having left a desolate land in their mad wake, a land that has now become to be known as βGround Zero.β
Itβs the pinnacle of reality for Viera, where the war continues to rage ever on, indicating to an age of dissolution and reaping future, where darker beings and rumours circulate beneath a cloak of lies and deceit; slowly rising from the depths of their own war and pain.
The Rise of Soldier comes from shadows of thickening taint, the warriors sanctioned under military law and brutality, writhing in their secret arsenal, baying on leashes that pull taught like twine and barbed through armoured throats. The world always needs more; more death, more power, more wealth. Fostered on greed that compounds with gluttony and conceives the concept of weapons gilded in flesh and wed to metal that promises all manners of destruction. Man is never satisfied with reality, they seek to fortify or delude their perception through degrees of mutilation of mind and body; all for the method and means of development and adaptation. They fail to rise to confession in these events, deciding to live under cushions of lies and glossed over reasoning and will that always reap the soul and hearts of others who possess the desire to protect things of mortal value: hope.
When the Aeons came, Viera was divided on a term of action, those of the North, under belief of the Fayth, considered their plummet a sign of imbalance; to interpret that wrong and sin had befallen them. Others termed it as a visual sign of invasion, that something yonder was attempting to impale the world in an act of war and defiance, the prelude to an eternal apocalypse. The third party, those of the central continents, immediately became warped by curiosity, gleaning over such a writhing notion with the intentions of seeing to the truth of these rumours and speculation of boiling vermilion and screaming star dust. The Government of Dalmastice was the primary source of desiring to discover the fallen, and thus the first was uncovered in the tundra mountains of Archadia. Cloaked in obsidian ice and boiling ebony that oozed like a terrible sickness; all swathed in a ethereal glow of star light that shimmered about like lamplight over the entire impact. They were wrought with fascination when, within those remains, they found a creature that could not be described in Galban tongue, or any other, it was both fascinating and terrifying, and struck the initial witnesses with an awe that begged, needed, an explanation.
Mystery fell, secrecy cloaked the Dalmastice Govern so rapt and suddenly, they immediately excavated and scoured across Viera, claiming to rid of the remains under the pretense of law and safety. In a world of ascending scientific knowledge and technology, former fascination and awe was immediately exchanged for obsession. Reverence for life, morality, and to abide by a code of certain conduct of universal govern, was interchanged for mutated needs to understand. Led by scientists from the capital, plied apart, flayed, stripped down to the marrow of their selves, the Aeons were taken and manipulated; forced into states of minimal consciousness: unable to strike back in their brief states of awareness. It was a cruel fate of helplessness, all under the assumption of preservative intentions to backbone their twisted cause. This method of subjugation benefited the larger cities, bringing forth a new age of refined medicine and pharmaceutical campaigns that lured and seduced smaller settlements and estates, bringing with it that promise of fruition in further alignments.
Though, accompanied with abundance and peace came sacrifices, and not all were benefit to the glory of cells of the Aeons. Experimentation led to exciting possibilities, but the further they descended into mutilation and discovery, the further they began to hide these evidences and suddenly, upon the fringe of science, came war.
Suddenly, the united government of Dalmastice has divided, causing a disruption between the continents, the promise of alliances and unification has died with the result of lost brothers and sisters, and families being split; caught on the tides of difference and conflicting beliefs. Surprisingly, the scientists originally responsible of Aeon containment have remained sullen and silent during these uproars; itβs no longer about medicine and development anymore, it has become personal. Obsession bleeds over the reason and methods of knowledge, warps it into the corrupted spur and desperation to bend the moral law, and, to ultimately harness the power of a would-be god and exacerbate that might to the fullest extent of their stolen prowess. Lost under the distraction and sedition of the lesser continents, people have forgotten about the Aeons, theyβve lost their reason for fighting and a merciless and gluttonous greed takes hold of Vieraβs citizens.
Now, theyβve come.
With bays of decay and pain, sudden creatures of monstrous wonder pour from the literal shadows, with no master to herald their wake, with no sight of reasoning to their uprising. They are feral and insane with the thirst of power and agony, itβs reminiscent of begone cruelty of bestial natures, almost vengeful and manic. They tear through the ghettos of Faelan first, perishing under fire and ruin, but not without having left a desolate land in their mad wake, a land that has now become to be known as βGround Zero.β
Itβs the pinnacle of reality for Viera, where the war continues to rage ever on, indicating to an age of dissolution and reaping future, where darker beings and rumours circulate beneath a cloak of lies and deceit; slowly rising from the depths of their own war and pain.
So here we are with an official recruitment thread for the second installment of Requiem: The Rise of Soldier! The official role play has begun, but has only crossed the initial hurdles that the characters have overcome with death and loss. The story is only some posts in with a dire need of fresh blood and new faces to bring ourselves further within the arcs and stories planned ahead. I hate requiring new players to read tons of information and process the events that have thus occurred, so I am not above providing summaries and assistance to those coming aboard. Pre-existing knowledge is not required for this second inclusion, mind you, so the only things that need to be gleaned over and observed is the basic information provided that will assist in helping understand the foundation of the world and specific details to the entire structure. Do not hesitate to ask questions, express concerns or anything that applies. The links provided will be located at the bottom for your exploration and leisure. - rockette & icmasticc.
Hey lovelies, I know it has been two months, but I'm all gun-ho and determined and stubborn to finish this story. Work and life became overwhelming once more, but that comes with this provided territory. I know time lapse causes a lull in inspiration and character motivation, but I'm willing. Regardless, within the next week and some odd days we will be producing a kick start with a roll into a sequence of events that I've planned to stir such things back into motion. A new check will be produced as well to ensure and garner new players if need be if originals do not return.
Much love though and thanks for being with us, even with two months having flown by. β₯
- Cheers.
Much love though and thanks for being with us, even with two months having flown by. β₯
- Cheers.
@Kefka Palazzo - You flatter me. β₯
If this is your proposal, I'll send you a message here.
If this is your proposal, I'll send you a message here.
I believe that's what they have planned: to Skype or something so he's there. He's like you were, he wants to be there for his first child and everything, but I have a feeling he'll instantly want to leave the room. It's going to be a day, my other brother is expecting his second child, the due dates are just days apart as well!
I have plans to finish the starting post tonight and starting into tomorrow, since I have off. More or less tomorrow night if I'm not taken away from home, haha.
I have plans to finish the starting post tonight and starting into tomorrow, since I have off. More or less tomorrow night if I'm not taken away from home, haha.
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The pendulum thus falls, and with it comes the toll of the Damned.
And within the Chime of the Morte we realized;
The greatest of Evils lies not in the heart of the Beast.
But within the soul of the Man.
And within the Chime of the Morte we realized;
The greatest of Evils lies not in the heart of the Beast.
But within the soul of the Man.
Tragedy oft happens to those of meaningless grace and fortune, the souls that fall under meager agonies and misfortunes, graced by an eternal woe that fluctuates and readies yonder barriers of life and death. In these tragedies, degrees vary and severity tends to waver, bidden by tendrils that are misconstrued as fate and happenstance. In the land of the Morte, such beliefs are unwavering and eternal, and all are subjugated to the wrath of a purposeful anguish no matter, or concern, to the ascending means or reasons why. For in the land of Morte, in which all that is known is solely death, everything betwixt sun and earth is laden as dead and thus, forgotten.
The city perished years ago under the fall of the State, when the Govern collapsed under the reaping of a sudden biological fluctuation. The Crown Genome was acquired and speculated to bequeath the conceptual givings of Immortality to the chosen. Under the Crown, as the Govern had been christened and had become, the selection was onto those of royalty and rank, such heights achieved only by the refinements of blood, birth, rite and currency.
But, as Destiny will oft conclude and thus direct, Man was not destined or meant for the eternal Paradise and thus were denied Heaven on the creation of the Crown Genome, they were punished, smote and crumbled to naught but ash and left to the gaping maws of their wishes, hopes, and dreams. The Crown Genome infected mortal heart and soul and, with tears of blood and pain, Man turned onto Man and reaped his flesh to purge, feast, and ultimately - kill.
The Greatest of Evils, in that none should live forever, and the Sin of trying to dethrone God came to fall onto any and all. Turning beloved ones into creatures of decaying might and power, effectively disrupting the connection of heart, soul, and ultimate reason.
The city perished years ago under the fall of the State, when the Govern collapsed under the reaping of a sudden biological fluctuation. The Crown Genome was acquired and speculated to bequeath the conceptual givings of Immortality to the chosen. Under the Crown, as the Govern had been christened and had become, the selection was onto those of royalty and rank, such heights achieved only by the refinements of blood, birth, rite and currency.
But, as Destiny will oft conclude and thus direct, Man was not destined or meant for the eternal Paradise and thus were denied Heaven on the creation of the Crown Genome, they were punished, smote and crumbled to naught but ash and left to the gaping maws of their wishes, hopes, and dreams. The Crown Genome infected mortal heart and soul and, with tears of blood and pain, Man turned onto Man and reaped his flesh to purge, feast, and ultimately - kill.
The Greatest of Evils, in that none should live forever, and the Sin of trying to dethrone God came to fall onto any and all. Turning beloved ones into creatures of decaying might and power, effectively disrupting the connection of heart, soul, and ultimate reason.
premise, introductions & guidelines.
_______________________________________________________________________________β Morte is a story centered on many sensitive means and subjects, mostly circling death and an apocalypse caused and disturbed by Man wanting to reach eternal life. In that, the dead are beginning to harness and inherit the world, and such is now their punishment.
β Why this punishment? Because Man was not meant to live forever, and we're going to exploit such a sin through this device. Consider tropes of horror; both and many of physical and psychological.
β The Crown Genome is slowly branching over the world, starting within our fictional city where the Crown originated from. Consider such a location a major front.
β Those infected by the Crown Genome have fallen under the Pandemic, and can be closely related to what one would compare to a "zombie." They are bidden and influenced by bestial natures and will practically consume whatever lurks around or wonders onto their path. The Crown Genome does not exactly kill the host, but overrides the human heart and soul until all emotion and morality is burned and eaten away by the sudden spread, traveling through blood and bone. The host no longer represents what it once was, it twists and corrupts the body into something terrifying, deformed and ashen.
β This particular branch of story begins within the beginning, and we'll be given the opportunity to explore the initial cause of what I would describe as The End of the World.
β I'm looking for one partner. As I do not like repeating plot lines and stories.
β Tag me within this thread, so I will be notified and then we shall move to the preliminaries where I'll answer any and all questions.
β Consider this my intense desire to play something apocalyptic, who doesn't like a good tale of everyone dying around you.
β Why this punishment? Because Man was not meant to live forever, and we're going to exploit such a sin through this device. Consider tropes of horror; both and many of physical and psychological.
β The Crown Genome is slowly branching over the world, starting within our fictional city where the Crown originated from. Consider such a location a major front.
β Those infected by the Crown Genome have fallen under the Pandemic, and can be closely related to what one would compare to a "zombie." They are bidden and influenced by bestial natures and will practically consume whatever lurks around or wonders onto their path. The Crown Genome does not exactly kill the host, but overrides the human heart and soul until all emotion and morality is burned and eaten away by the sudden spread, traveling through blood and bone. The host no longer represents what it once was, it twists and corrupts the body into something terrifying, deformed and ashen.
β This particular branch of story begins within the beginning, and we'll be given the opportunity to explore the initial cause of what I would describe as The End of the World.
β I'm looking for one partner. As I do not like repeating plot lines and stories.
β Tag me within this thread, so I will be notified and then we shall move to the preliminaries where I'll answer any and all questions.
β Consider this my intense desire to play something apocalyptic, who doesn't like a good tale of everyone dying around you.
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