Siren77
Bored Ancient
“Immortal, Invincible, the Deathless came; caressed the throats of weak mortality.” -Galath, The Worker of Secrets (Infinity Blade III)
Life, what a strange and simple concept to understand. We exist and yet we don’t understand why, and so we find it best not to think about it too much. Existentialism can be a bitch after all. However one thing remains consistent with our understand, and that is that death is the end to it all. Death is what ends all things in this life, be it life, love, inspiration, pain, etc. One question to be had is how might a being be able to escape deaths grasp and become that of an immortal? Well, we never had the chance to find out.
The immortals found us instead. Mortal in appearance, and yet Godlike In life. No one knows where they came from, only that they took the land by force almost instantly. Their prowess was unrivaled, and their thrones unchallenged. Demanding to be worshipped as gods, the people of the land were forced to submit to their every wish. Resistance was to be expected eventually though. Mass armies were brought up to fight the immortal warlords, and they would all fall to their blades.
Death had its day after day. A ritual slaughter, fathers and avenging sons, all doomed. It seemed all hope of taking back our world was gone. The immortals were not only unconquerable, but they had many allies from the darkest corners of the world. Innumerable Powerful beasts and monsters were at their disposal, and all in the name of purity and perfection they cut down thousands upon thousands of innocent lives. As their power grew, so too did their lust for more blood and more violence.
We cannot stand by as our world continues to be ruled by these heathens, for if left unchecked surely the land would be plagued by an absolute Armageddon. But what can be done? For it is an axiom of the natural world that death cannot touch those above it?
Alas, sometimes to kill a monster, you must become a monster.
“Wilt thou yet say before him that slayeth thee, I am God? but thou shalt be a man, and no God, in the hand of him that slayeth thee.” -Ezekiel 28:9
((Hello there! So thank you for taking the time to read my silly little preface of a roleplay. I’d like to have about 5-7 members for this, I might allow more depending on how things are looking out. This’ll be a pretty active group so if you can’t reply atleast once or twice a day this might not be the roleplay for you. All around I look forward to this story and seeing where it goes!
Note that differing races are allowed, BUT I require you to over them with me just to ensure nothing too wack is used. This’ll be a strange timeline placement, as while it’ll be mostly medieval there’ll be examples of advanced forms of technology and machines far beyond mortal understanding at the time. If younger have any questions feel free to inquire below!))
Life, what a strange and simple concept to understand. We exist and yet we don’t understand why, and so we find it best not to think about it too much. Existentialism can be a bitch after all. However one thing remains consistent with our understand, and that is that death is the end to it all. Death is what ends all things in this life, be it life, love, inspiration, pain, etc. One question to be had is how might a being be able to escape deaths grasp and become that of an immortal? Well, we never had the chance to find out.
The immortals found us instead. Mortal in appearance, and yet Godlike In life. No one knows where they came from, only that they took the land by force almost instantly. Their prowess was unrivaled, and their thrones unchallenged. Demanding to be worshipped as gods, the people of the land were forced to submit to their every wish. Resistance was to be expected eventually though. Mass armies were brought up to fight the immortal warlords, and they would all fall to their blades.
Death had its day after day. A ritual slaughter, fathers and avenging sons, all doomed. It seemed all hope of taking back our world was gone. The immortals were not only unconquerable, but they had many allies from the darkest corners of the world. Innumerable Powerful beasts and monsters were at their disposal, and all in the name of purity and perfection they cut down thousands upon thousands of innocent lives. As their power grew, so too did their lust for more blood and more violence.
We cannot stand by as our world continues to be ruled by these heathens, for if left unchecked surely the land would be plagued by an absolute Armageddon. But what can be done? For it is an axiom of the natural world that death cannot touch those above it?
Alas, sometimes to kill a monster, you must become a monster.
“Wilt thou yet say before him that slayeth thee, I am God? but thou shalt be a man, and no God, in the hand of him that slayeth thee.” -Ezekiel 28:9
((Hello there! So thank you for taking the time to read my silly little preface of a roleplay. I’d like to have about 5-7 members for this, I might allow more depending on how things are looking out. This’ll be a pretty active group so if you can’t reply atleast once or twice a day this might not be the roleplay for you. All around I look forward to this story and seeing where it goes!
Note that differing races are allowed, BUT I require you to over them with me just to ensure nothing too wack is used. This’ll be a strange timeline placement, as while it’ll be mostly medieval there’ll be examples of advanced forms of technology and machines far beyond mortal understanding at the time. If younger have any questions feel free to inquire below!))
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