Misanthrope
Junior Member
Lillun speaks...
Lillun's lithe legs dangle from the orichalcum throne. Her eyes never leave the gathered Architects. Her voice, as clear as a bell, chimes across the Celebration Eternal. "The Gods rebellion started this process of downfall, and Malfeas himself was powerless to stop it. The backstabbing, greedy gods needed vehicles of rebellion for themselves. They created the exalted to murder the Yozi's siblings. But the Gods' hubris was not in taking the Yozi's place, but in conceiving the very idea that they could run the vast machine of Creation. They could not, and in their efforts, their pawns were overthrown by the least of their number.
What stood before the returning Children of the Sun? Nothing. Now, even their patron lies in the dust, and their own power is all they can conceive off. The Solar Exalted prepare to storm Yu Shan. And we need to stop them before they destroy everything.
The Ebon Dragon, master of subtly and subterfuge, has sought new ways to unmake the prison he and his brethren find themselves in. Malfeas has prepared his generals and warriors to lead grand armies to save the four corners of existence, and then to march on Yu Shan to reclaim the palaces last. She Who Lives In Her Name, the judge of all things, boils and seethes as lawlessness rules the land she once called home. Cecelyne stands at her Younger Brother's shoulder, tutoring her representatives in the ways of Sorcery, preparing them to destroy Creation in order to remake it whole once more. Adorjan slides gracefully through the air, urging her children to bring peace to the noisy world, to stop the cries of pain and the lies of false Gods among men.
With Creation toppling above us, its clear that our time has come. The Reclamation needs to happen now, while there is still a Creation to save. Are you with me, you who have been remade in the image of the Architects of Creation itself?"
The party around the Fifty Heroes slows almost to a stop, demons and akuma straining their ears to hear the reply of Fifty Exalts, the most powerful of the warriors in the armies of the Reclamation. Each one dreams of returning to the surface of Creation, each one remembers only dim images of the place their progenitors made, of the beauty and skill that was invested in the place.The thought of that ending makes them want to shriek and rend and tear into one another to stop the image forming in their minds, the memories of these utopian scenes fading slowly to black...
The Concept...
In this game, the Sun has died, killed by the vile Abyssals and their pawns in an effort to bring death to all of Creation. In this game, the only possible heroes are the Infernals. Only they can remake Creation into the Utopia it once was. The returning Solars seek to control it all, but war between themselves, unleasing destructive energies that could bring about the end of everything.
Players take on the role of 'good' infernal champions, ones with a touch of humanity still in them. They may feel urges to destroy or suborn sections of Creation, but they are not the vile anathema of legend. They are the antiheroes, fighting to save the big picture.
About me
I'm new to RPdom, but not RP or online gaming. Ive been part of various roleplay chat sites, as an ST and as a player. I've also been involved in play-by-post forum games too. I'm in the UK and so the various games would have to be played in GMT time, rather than American times - if that's not too much of an issue. Otherwise, the use of Forums to rp might make things easier.
Lillun's lithe legs dangle from the orichalcum throne. Her eyes never leave the gathered Architects. Her voice, as clear as a bell, chimes across the Celebration Eternal. "The Gods rebellion started this process of downfall, and Malfeas himself was powerless to stop it. The backstabbing, greedy gods needed vehicles of rebellion for themselves. They created the exalted to murder the Yozi's siblings. But the Gods' hubris was not in taking the Yozi's place, but in conceiving the very idea that they could run the vast machine of Creation. They could not, and in their efforts, their pawns were overthrown by the least of their number.
What stood before the returning Children of the Sun? Nothing. Now, even their patron lies in the dust, and their own power is all they can conceive off. The Solar Exalted prepare to storm Yu Shan. And we need to stop them before they destroy everything.
The Ebon Dragon, master of subtly and subterfuge, has sought new ways to unmake the prison he and his brethren find themselves in. Malfeas has prepared his generals and warriors to lead grand armies to save the four corners of existence, and then to march on Yu Shan to reclaim the palaces last. She Who Lives In Her Name, the judge of all things, boils and seethes as lawlessness rules the land she once called home. Cecelyne stands at her Younger Brother's shoulder, tutoring her representatives in the ways of Sorcery, preparing them to destroy Creation in order to remake it whole once more. Adorjan slides gracefully through the air, urging her children to bring peace to the noisy world, to stop the cries of pain and the lies of false Gods among men.
With Creation toppling above us, its clear that our time has come. The Reclamation needs to happen now, while there is still a Creation to save. Are you with me, you who have been remade in the image of the Architects of Creation itself?"
The party around the Fifty Heroes slows almost to a stop, demons and akuma straining their ears to hear the reply of Fifty Exalts, the most powerful of the warriors in the armies of the Reclamation. Each one dreams of returning to the surface of Creation, each one remembers only dim images of the place their progenitors made, of the beauty and skill that was invested in the place.The thought of that ending makes them want to shriek and rend and tear into one another to stop the image forming in their minds, the memories of these utopian scenes fading slowly to black...
The Concept...
In this game, the Sun has died, killed by the vile Abyssals and their pawns in an effort to bring death to all of Creation. In this game, the only possible heroes are the Infernals. Only they can remake Creation into the Utopia it once was. The returning Solars seek to control it all, but war between themselves, unleasing destructive energies that could bring about the end of everything.
Players take on the role of 'good' infernal champions, ones with a touch of humanity still in them. They may feel urges to destroy or suborn sections of Creation, but they are not the vile anathema of legend. They are the antiheroes, fighting to save the big picture.
About me
I'm new to RPdom, but not RP or online gaming. Ive been part of various roleplay chat sites, as an ST and as a player. I've also been involved in play-by-post forum games too. I'm in the UK and so the various games would have to be played in GMT time, rather than American times - if that's not too much of an issue. Otherwise, the use of Forums to rp might make things easier.
