I'm looking for a handful of RPers (depending on how many we have, I can play a few characters.) to go on one of those wonderful journeys through a fantasy world, fighting monsters, saving people, all that good stuff and for a change I'm not looking for grizzled mercs, ex soldiers and experienced killers.
Now, bear with me if some of this (Or a lot of it) seems familiar to you, I doubt I'll get away without at least one person catching on so I'll just say now that I there was a good deal of inspiration for this idea from an outside source...
As always, applicants will be accepted based on the quality of character sheets.
Excerpt from the journal of Maxwell Fawns.
I fear that, like many before me, I am simply not up to the task of recovering even a hint of reliable information about the world prior to the great calamity. Though many legends about the old world prove more and more credible the deeper I dig, it is as if any certain memory of the world has simply faded into obscurity. I have no evidence to support my findings and, although I feel like I'm on the verge of a breakthrough, I fear that I'm building myself up to be let down, once again. However, in the belief that everything I have discovered so far is the truth I have found happiness. Whether I can prove it or not, my findings have shown to me a world nobody knows for sure even existed. Soon I will know for sure, though I cannot say how. I will leave a final summary of my documentation in this journal. In the event that I do not make it back, my notes at least stand a chance of being found and perhaps shed a little more light, dim as it may be, on the rumors and legends of the old world.
Long ago, longer now than anyone can remember, there was a great towering spire of crystal reaching toward the heavens, larger than any structure and taller even than a mountain. It's presence in the world was a mystery and many believed it to be the work of higher beings, a symbol of their ubiquity in our world. A great city was built around it, developing from the most modest of homesteads built by our ancestors so many thousands of years ago. It was a place of peace where people from all over the world could come and visit the crystal and pay homage to whoever was responsible for bringing it's incredible and unimaginable beauty to the world. How I wish I could have seen it. Our own crystals pale in comparison to something so impossibly grand. Merely by reading about the way it cast the light of the sun over the land in a glittering spectrum of colour thrusts me into a world I can only dream about. But I digress... This land of peace which we have not seen in such a time that peace itself seems to have been totally forgotten was never to last. Everybody felt more entitled to the crystal than their neighbor. The city, once a neutral hub for all of the worlds people became a source of envy and greed and soon had to be divided among those who had once been content to share it. It wasn't long until war broke out, of course, although it wasn't a war like we have seen since. Back then, the world was a busy, bustling place, filled with people. According to what little I've read, the scale of the war that broke out bordered on the unfeasible.
It is what happened next that pushes my story into the realms of myth and legend and it is not an unfamiliar tale to many. The dark clouds parted to reveal a burning red sky and from the heavens there came a great and terrible force. As if a star were falling, a gargantuan mass, wreathed in flame streaked across the sky over the city, obliterating the crystal in it's wake and crashing in the ocean, miles from the shore on the other side of the country. With the crystal destroyed and scattered into pieces across the land, the soldiers had nothing to fight for. Many believed the meteor to be the work of the gods. Either they were taking away what we cherished most as a punishment... Or they were saving us from ourselves. Those who believed the second was the truth were soon sorely disappointed. Shortly after the crystals destruction, the air grew thick, crops withered and cattle died and soon people began to fall ill. It seemed that only those devoted and desperate few who had sought out the shards of the crystal and made their homes nearby were safe from the poison we all know today as the miasma.
While the world around them died and faded into obscurity, these people continued to pay tribute to the crystal in order to save themselves from succumbing to the same fate. It was soon discovered that, in order to maintain their power, the crystal's many shards had to be kept bright using a rare sap called 'myrrh'. It had always been a favourite of the wealthy to offer to the great crystal. As it turned out, without it the shards would grow dull and the miasma would eventually consume even them.
That great city lay west of the channel, in a place no one has seen for all too long. When the meteor hit, the shards were all flung east across what is now our entire world. But I must see more. I have to know what lies beyond the channel, what became of that city, if it even exists. Perhaps I'll be back. Hopefully with good news.
Those were the last writings of the man who was closest to discovering the truth. Decades have passed since his journal was found and his findings, his ancient tomes, his chronology have all been sifted through many times over by historians and are now widely believed to be the truth.
This RP will focus on a group of young men and women who, as tradition dictates in their village, are coming of age via their journey to retrieve myrrh for their village's crystal. They are to be given a small crystal to protect them from the miasma during their travels and sent out into the world to make their own memories, experience the world outside their homes and discover themselves as people.
I intend to throw the characters into an open world where they will experience beautiful landscapes, new and foreign creatures, the tragic past of a forgotten time, the horror that the meteor brought with it and much more. If you have any input, feedback or questions, go ahead and let me know.
Character sheets -
Username: (This just makes it a little easier for me to keep track at the start.)
Name: (Your characters name!)
Sex: (What's going on downstairs..?)
Appearance: (Include your height and build, even if you're using a picture. No anime, please.)
Biography: (I don't expect you to get too much out of this, the characters will be pretty young.)
Equipment: (Your weapon(s), armour, any little trinkets your family have given you, stuff like that.)
Perhaps your character is friends with another character in the group. Feel free to discuss this with other players! Relationships prior to the journey could help speed certain things along.
Life in the village of Vohl:
It's a nice little place, built around a river, rich in fish, with it's crystal standing over the eastern bank. The rolling plains are completely unclaimed territory, ideal for farmland and even hunting grounds. It's people are mostly simple folk. Farmers, traders, fishermen. The smithy mostly makes farming tools and horseshoes, but for the purposes of collecting myrrh, he's quite adept at crafting weapons and armour, for a price. North of the village, within a day's walk is a port, able to ship goods and people to a small offshore island, enabling the village to prosper from trade overseas. Some folk from the island have migrated over as well and some have even chosen Vohl as their new home. Vohl is home to many people from many walks of life.
Magic in the world:
Magic is rare and valuable and although it has existed since the crystal was shattered it was not wielded by man for many years. It is an energy present in everything and can be called upon and used in a variety of different ways, the easiest of which are transferring it into different energies like kinetic force, fire and lightning. It is a young art and new magic is being discovered all the time. If you're a magic user, run your ideas by me!