LOL @ClocktowerEchos I'll grant you the "bit funky"...I had forgotten how difficult poetry was...not my greatest strength, but I'll take the "A" for effort ;)
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Been roleplaying since D&D's First Edition, some times more actively than others. Love gaming, fantasy worlds, and writing. Might add more if my life becomes more interesting...
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Second post is up. CC welcomed, but I'm not a songwriter, so keep it kind.
@SpookySquid I think this leaves you a good opportunity for the scenario you had in mind, with a few tweaks. Or you could go off in an entirely different direction ;)
@Mardox I can already see you finding the "dark overlord" opportunity in this one!!
@SpookySquid I think this leaves you a good opportunity for the scenario you had in mind, with a few tweaks. Or you could go off in an entirely different direction ;)
@Mardox I can already see you finding the "dark overlord" opportunity in this one!!
An Ode to the First Kings
Who in these realms today lays down
His life for lands more dear,
Than Trusis did so long ago
When nightmare foul came near?
Who knew what change the strangers brought
Who knew their dark intent?
Not our peaceful people, beaten down,
Not our maids, to ill purposes lent.
They came because our lands were rich
With such weapons we'd never seen.
Laying waste to our people and to our homes-
Our blood red on the grassy-green.
From the north they swept upon us,
Astride their thundering milk-white steeds.
Such mounts were unknown to King Trusis,
But he knew his people's needs.
He bid us flee, to keep us safe,
Far from axe and spear;
But we were followed as we fled-
Our massacre drew near.
Trusis stood bold 'gainst brutal foe
As his village was smashed and burned.
Whole families died before his eyes-
And still his foe he spurned.
The first blow, they say, took off his arm,
And death-oh, it was not swift-
The Riders took their time with him;
But his son, his heir, was left.
'Twas Talheim, then, who led us now;
Talheim who must see us survive.
He led us west, 'cross our ancient lands
In order to keep us alive.
The Riders, content with what they had gained,
Did not follow we few;
And Talheim became the King who would
Rebuild our lives anew.
We built ditches great and walls high,
And learned the cold ways of arms;
Thus 'twas Talheim the Protector, in the end,
Who did keep us from present harms.
His life for lands more dear,
Than Trusis did so long ago
When nightmare foul came near?
Who knew what change the strangers brought
Who knew their dark intent?
Not our peaceful people, beaten down,
Not our maids, to ill purposes lent.
They came because our lands were rich
With such weapons we'd never seen.
Laying waste to our people and to our homes-
Our blood red on the grassy-green.
From the north they swept upon us,
Astride their thundering milk-white steeds.
Such mounts were unknown to King Trusis,
But he knew his people's needs.
He bid us flee, to keep us safe,
Far from axe and spear;
But we were followed as we fled-
Our massacre drew near.
Trusis stood bold 'gainst brutal foe
As his village was smashed and burned.
Whole families died before his eyes-
And still his foe he spurned.
The first blow, they say, took off his arm,
And death-oh, it was not swift-
The Riders took their time with him;
But his son, his heir, was left.
'Twas Talheim, then, who led us now;
Talheim who must see us survive.
He led us west, 'cross our ancient lands
In order to keep us alive.
The Riders, content with what they had gained,
Did not follow we few;
And Talheim became the King who would
Rebuild our lives anew.
We built ditches great and walls high,
And learned the cold ways of arms;
Thus 'twas Talheim the Protector, in the end,
Who did keep us from present harms.
A ballad that has passed down since ancient times, as familiar in seedy taverns as it is in the grandest of halls.
@ClocktowerEchos LOL I was actually looking at the Neolithic Age in Central Europe for inspiration, as there is much evidence of social competition and violence there....but I'll try to give you some fancy language!
Give me tonight to work on it. I'll do the next post in the morning, if no one objects.
I was thinking of working on a ballad regarding the death of King Trusis. @ClocktowerEchos As you alluded to it, I see an opening to introduce conflict...
@bluetommy2 The premise of magic is that it can never be all-powerful. It always has to have consequences and limitations. Those have to be made clear, which is why we all keep coming back to the topic. I believe in magic. Here, now, and everywhere. I think it has to be included, but I also think it has to be thought out carefully.
@ClocktowerEchos But for the proofreading, I enjoyed your first post very much. Thinking about where to go with it now, but my husband just came home and he'll be expecting dinner.
Catch up with all of you soon!
@ClocktowerEchos But for the proofreading, I enjoyed your first post very much. Thinking about where to go with it now, but my husband just came home and he'll be expecting dinner.
Catch up with all of you soon!
@AccursedBiscuit For the record lol, I'm liking the EDITED version of your post!
Name=Bree Arianell
Age=22
Gender=female
Apperance=http://fav.me/d5wj288
Class=Silver Hand
Weapons=She carries only a deceptively simple staff of dark, unpolished wood.
Stats=18% Strength, 12% Bloodlust, 33% Intelligence, 57% Spirit, 43% Vitality, 25% Agility
Backstory=Since Bree was apprenticed to Master Eliath eight years ago, she's lived her entire life by his rules. But one of those rules is that he would never train more than one apprentice at a time....Now, he has found another, and his last instructions to her were, "Find your own way." And what way might that be? she is left to wonder. She could go home, back to her parents' farm, and become a simple healer in her native village. But she's always believed that her destiny was...something more. So now she wanders, feeling lost and struggling to suppress the resentment she can't help but feel, seeking to find her way. As she passes through unfamiliar places, she lends help where she can, using her magic to heal and aid. There are those who are grateful, and there are those who view her powers with suspicion, mistrusting of her benevolence. And perhaps they should be.
Age=22
Gender=female
Apperance=http://fav.me/d5wj288
Class=Silver Hand
Weapons=She carries only a deceptively simple staff of dark, unpolished wood.
Stats=18% Strength, 12% Bloodlust, 33% Intelligence, 57% Spirit, 43% Vitality, 25% Agility
Backstory=Since Bree was apprenticed to Master Eliath eight years ago, she's lived her entire life by his rules. But one of those rules is that he would never train more than one apprentice at a time....Now, he has found another, and his last instructions to her were, "Find your own way." And what way might that be? she is left to wonder. She could go home, back to her parents' farm, and become a simple healer in her native village. But she's always believed that her destiny was...something more. So now she wanders, feeling lost and struggling to suppress the resentment she can't help but feel, seeking to find her way. As she passes through unfamiliar places, she lends help where she can, using her magic to heal and aid. There are those who are grateful, and there are those who view her powers with suspicion, mistrusting of her benevolence. And perhaps they should be.
I disagree. I think magic is a great tool to make the world interesting, more vibrant and readible. The 'cool' factor if you will. Writing a world that is just renamed real-world pseudo-cultures doesn't exactly appeal to me (or anyone else reading it for that matter) what we need are hooks and plotlines just like any good novel. Instead I think we should all agree on a set rule of law for magic.
I strongly agree with this. I'm considering the options, but again, this depends somewhat on the level of development...Can these people read? Can they write? If not, they certainly aren't sitting in libraries studying. Is magic learned or inherited? Where does it come from? If we agree that it exists at all....In an early civilization, if magic was to be taught, it would be an oral tradition, I should think. But it still had to come from somewhere in the first place, which is, I think, the point of writing a history...to answer these questions. And if I've just confused everyone else as thoroughly as I have myself, then it's going to be one of those days!
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