The Narrator

After the Cataclysm (High-Fantasy post-apocalyptic)

When men wage war, so help us the gods.
When the gods wage war who is there to help us?

In this rpg the world was devastated by a conflict between the gods, leaving the world and it inhabitants in ruins. When however the nameless god, the one caged after the great cataclysm threatens to emerge again it is our duty to save the world.

Their will be different races and groups, beware however not the standard fantasy races.

Legends of the Rim

Rattlebones walked trough the streets of the human city. He lied to the gate guard, telling him he was a travelling monk. They were a little bit suspicious that an old man would travel and survive alone but he did not seem dangerous so they let him in. Little did they know. As a forestling he did not know that much about human citys, but he knew where to get information. Humans loved drinking.
Slowly, like an old man would, Rattlebones approached a tavern. Kings stone kettle was written above its door. The Witchdoctor had never understood why the humans had to make names for everything and everyplace. Rattlebones opened the door to the tavern and a incredible stench was in the air. He took a deep breath and walked to a person who looked like the owner. "I am looking for a swallow."

Legends of the Rim

"Where are you going Master Rattlebones?", asked the biggest forestling of the tribe when Rattlebones left. The old Witchdoctor slowly turned around. His eyes seemed to glow behind the mask. "I am no master. And I will go into the belly of the beast. Leave my children, but do not forsake your hope. I saw what i need to do."

With these words Rattlebones walked in the direction of Kings Stone. He looked back one last time than he headed his way. Two Ravens came flying from the woods and landed on his Shoulders. "I may need your help my friends, I need an Illusion.", said Rattlebones with his old, deep voice. The birds gave no answer, however started flying around Rattlebones, twigs and leaf began whirling around him and the ravens started going faster and faster. When they finally landed again on Rattlebones shoulder he was there no more, at his place was an old human with a long grey beard and unnatural seeming green eyes. The old man smiled and slowly walked to the gates of Kings Stone...

Legends of the Rim

Rattlebones woke up, sweating profusely. He did not even notice when he passed out, but he did. The vision he had was not very clear, but he knew it was important. The spirits only talked to him without being asked when it was important. "I have to move over water.", he said to himself. The forestlings had developed a dislike for the open sea in recent times, because since the empire appeared the sea was just not save. Forestlings had small boats not waged for war but for transportation, were the imperials had gigantic monsters of wood, moving twice as fast and sinking a forestling ship immediately.

But how should he find the place the voices of the spirits told him to?

Legends of the Rim

The Forestlings were moving towards King´s Stone normally they avoided big settlements since the empire usually had large numbers of men stationed there. The Forestlings could already see the smoke coming up from the chimneys of the city. Rattlebones himself did not like large towns either. Forestlings lived in harmony with the land and it spirits, the humans just forced there will on this place, cutting down dozens and dozens of trees to build their houses and ripping open the earth for shining metals.

Now the horde stopped. Still they were out of sight range, hidden behind the trees, waiting for the old witchdoctor to give his signal...

Legends of the Rim

The watchful eyes of Rattlebones gazed into the water in the bowl in front of him. His hand did a swift movement and his lips whispered a few words. "Spirits of the water, ghosts of fate, show me what I have to see.", he spoke and the water fulfilled his wish. The Reflection in the water shifted, showing a town and a ship. A Swallow flew through the image and one could clearly see the imperial flag. Rattlebones studied the image till it disappeared and the reflection of his skull mask was the only thing still visible in the water.

"What did you see old man?", asked a young forestling standing behind Rattlebones. "Tell us Rattlebones!", said another. Rattlebones stood up slowly and looked at each and every one of the tribe. They would do nearly everything he said he knew that. They all were talented warriors who raided countless caravans of the empire, they pillaged and imperial citys and murdered imperial soldiers. "We go to King´s Stone.", said Rattlebones after a while, slowly and quietly...

Legends of the Rim

Name: Rattlebones
Race: Forestling
Gender: Male
Age: As old as the wind in the willows and the snow on the mountains

Appearance: Rattlebones wears a thick mantle out of the thick fur of a giant Beast of Bèrehine. Hundreds of skulls and bones are woven into his mantle and are attached to the long Stick he supports his old body with, giving him his name. His green, sharp eyes stare at you from behind a mask made out of the skull of a strange animal which antlers entwine into the sky. His thin and wrinkled body is completely hidden in his mantle.

Personality: Rattlebones is an wise and generous person. He does like giving advises and has a kind of a grandfatherly character. However he tends to stay alone and does not appreciate long contact with other people.

Occupation: Witchdoctor

Backstory: Rattlebones was once a young man of a Tribe of Forestlings. He was known as an talented warrior and agile hunter. One day however fate had other plans for him, when he hunted a white stag and followed the animal so long till the rest of his hunting party went home. The young hunter however did not walk home, he followed the stag for 40 days and 40 nights till he cornered it. When he saw the animal in his full glory standing in range of his spear, he could not kill it. So big was the awe for nature he felt. At this time however he walked till the gray plains, far far away from home. The young warrior had to seek protection in a cave. The cave however was inherited by an old hermit. A master of the black arts and the spirits. The old hermit decided to pass his knowledge on before he would die just to save his legacy and under the promise that the young forestling would bring his soul to a good place. So Rattlebones was slowly born, learning to control the spirits of the wild, communicating with the dead or even the Winterdemons and commanding the dark forces. At least thats how the story goes...

Lizardfolk RP

Tiloc, the Coward

Sex: Male
Age: early fourties
Height: 5'5
Skin: Blue, but depending since his special kind of lizardfolk are able to change their skincolour to their surroundings. This mutation and their little height has the subspecies do to their adaptation to the weeping hills where many great airborne predators hunt for them thus making the ability to hide in the grass and low trees incredibly useful.
Eyes: Green
Clothing: Red, light loin clothing
Equipment: Poisoned darts, a small sharp dagger out of black stone and a blowgun.
Bio: Tiloc was born in the weeping hills as the son of a hermit mother and an unknown father. He was thrown out by his mother as soon as he could live by himself since she never really wanted him to begin with. He lived many years on his own, traveling far and wide without any real idea where to go. Since his kind of lizardfolk was pretty rare and mostly laughed at by the others for their lack in size and physical power he stayed a loner. However he also became inventive and as some would say a coward when it came to fighting because he mostly ran or used poison, stealth and guerrilla tactics.

(Kind of fitting picture)

The Rim

sounds interesting to me

Lizardfolk RP?

also interested.