Fantasy Alabaster and Obsidian

[digitalScribbler]

The kingdoms of Alabaster and Obsidian have been at war for thousands of years. Their feud runs deep, and for all of the war there have been heroes on each side. Now the newest heroes have come to the battlefield, and the worlds of Alabaster and Obsidian alike will be forever changed.


Rules:


(All standard RPNation rules apply.)


1. No godmodding, Mary-Sues, controling other characters without their permission, etc.


2. Keep grammar and punctuation respectable. No text talk, remember how to use commas, try to make it readable, etc.


3. Please don't mix the IC and OOC!


4. Keep everything PG-13, guys.


5.If you've read the rules, add three of these:* like this: *** anywhere in your character sheet.


Thank you, and I hope you all have a great time roleplaying in Alabaster and Obsidian!

 

[joeymicl]

Fane awoke with a start as his head started to fall. He was on guard duty, but couldn't stay awake from sheer boredom. At least with patrol I was constantly moving. I don't understand why the queen needs me outside her doors. She even said herself I should be in covert assignments with my abilities. The reason he had joined the Alabaster military ranks was to make a living for his family. He was unable to find any other job, but was able to do many other things thanks to magic. Every payment he received went straight to his family, although he saved a bit for himself just in case. Fane started to fall asleep again and finally succumbed to the warm, black blanket of sleep.


He dreamed of the forest he explored as a child. In the hallway trees, shrubs and all other things found in the forest just appeared out of nowhere. The other guard jump in surprise and then laughed, "The kids using illusions again. How can he do that in his sleep?" The environment slowly went forward as Fane did. He looked around at the sunbeams piercing through the trees. In the distance was a lake shimmering like a diamond and was so clear you could see the bottom. A noise rang out and Fane looked around, but couldn't find the source. It was a roar of some kind, possibly an angered wild beast. He took his mace off of his side and prepared himself.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Conner was captain of the particular section, one with a certain mage in it. The Rook was a simple man, followed orders and fought for the queen. He also, almost by default, took his orders seriously. And when he saw the illusions pop up and the guard mutter something under his breath, Conner walked up to the mage and gave him a none to gentle smack on the back of the head. "Wake up. The queen's safety could be in your hands."

 

[joeymicl]

Fane woke up in attention, "Sir, yes sir!" The illusions disappeared and the hall returned to normal. The other guard laughed under his breath and looked straught ahead. He looked at the man who had just woken him up, "My apologies captain! I am not used to this kind of guard duty. I shall do my best to stay awake!" He hoped it didn't sound like he was using an excuse for his behaviour. It was the truth after all, but he just had to wait and see what the captain said.

 

[digitalScribbler]

In one of the many Obsidian camps, a girl woke with a start. Irix O'Hara, an Obsidian Army Trainee, glanced around the not so empty Bishop's bunk and tryed to remember what had woken her up. Her mind was filled with a groggy haze, and for a moment she stared blankly at the roof of the temporary building before she realized where she was. Her silver eyes glanced around, trying to see where the top bunk was above her head. Sitting up, she felt pain rack her skull.


"King's blade!" she cursed under her breath, gritting her teeth. So was the curse of the bottom bunk: there was no telling when you would smash your head against the top bunk, even if it meant you didn't have to worry aout falling out of bed onto the hard dirt floor.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"See that you don't. Guard duty is hard enough without being tempted to fall asleep." Conner said to the man, sympathizing with him a little. He remembered a time not to long a go that he was in the boys iron boots. Those were rather poor days for him, to say the least. "Our shift will be over soon, and we can sleep for as long as we want, or until we are shipped out to fight in the front." he continued. He wasn't exactly anxious to fight for his queen, but it would be better then just standing around.