The One Called X
Enlightened Squid
So. This is the second RP idea I've come up with, and it's a good bit... looser, I suppose, than the first. Tryin' to learn from my mistakes, yo. Ideally, I'd like for this to be able to run with a fairly small character pool, and a fairly vague and ramble plot. Lots of sandbox opportunities in between the plot points.
I'm sure you're wondering by now what all this blather's about. Or maybe you're not, I don't know your life. Gimme a break here, man, I'm not a mindreader. Just lemme tell you 'bout my brainthoughts, kay?
So there's this world, right? Middle ages level of development. Slightly fantastical, but not High Fantasy levels- more Westeros than Middle Earth, but hopefully less depressing. It's been a good decade or two. The commoners are well-fed, the nobility are kept well in hand, the royals are behaving and the armies are complacent. The winters are gentle, the harvests bountiful. In short, the place is asking for trouble... but we'll get to that in a moment.
Most places in this as-yet-unnamed world- they've been tamed by people. Those with the Gift- whose voices resonate with the ambient magic of the land- can, in these places, call the winds, urge plants up from the earth, bend the storms to their wills. These are the safe places, of towns and villages and civilization.
Then there's the wild places.
They are untamable, the strongholds of nature's triumph over man. The Gift is useless here. It's impossible to tell if the magic here is different, or simply stronger- but the fact remains that most avoid it. The only ones who venture into wild places, willingly and without fear, are those chosen by the magic.
The biggest, oldest nexus of wild magic are the Red Mountains. Legend has it that they're roamed by wolves the size of horses, with too-keen eyes and uncanny abilities. They say, too, that the Order of the Bound that make their home there have a... connection, with these creatures; that they take their name from the bond they have with the wolves. Some dismiss these as old wives' tales- usually the same ones who roll their eyes at the new tales that have begun to be told- tales of wyverns, fire-breathing, flying beasts that steal sheep and cattle and sometimes men. Of the wolf-riders who stand against them. Of the wild magic that has begun to seep back into the world.
All that's known for certain is that the world has begun to change, and no one knows exactly where it will all end up.
tl;dr I smushed together all my fandoms and came up with this idea which is lots like dragon riders but with wolves and less OP and a bit more... gritty? I guess... with an Order reminiscent of the Jedi in the Old Republic and wyverns and... and... yeah. JOIN ME IN THIS GLORIOUS MADNESS.
I'm sure you're wondering by now what all this blather's about. Or maybe you're not, I don't know your life. Gimme a break here, man, I'm not a mindreader. Just lemme tell you 'bout my brainthoughts, kay?
So there's this world, right? Middle ages level of development. Slightly fantastical, but not High Fantasy levels- more Westeros than Middle Earth, but hopefully less depressing. It's been a good decade or two. The commoners are well-fed, the nobility are kept well in hand, the royals are behaving and the armies are complacent. The winters are gentle, the harvests bountiful. In short, the place is asking for trouble... but we'll get to that in a moment.
Most places in this as-yet-unnamed world- they've been tamed by people. Those with the Gift- whose voices resonate with the ambient magic of the land- can, in these places, call the winds, urge plants up from the earth, bend the storms to their wills. These are the safe places, of towns and villages and civilization.
Then there's the wild places.
They are untamable, the strongholds of nature's triumph over man. The Gift is useless here. It's impossible to tell if the magic here is different, or simply stronger- but the fact remains that most avoid it. The only ones who venture into wild places, willingly and without fear, are those chosen by the magic.
The biggest, oldest nexus of wild magic are the Red Mountains. Legend has it that they're roamed by wolves the size of horses, with too-keen eyes and uncanny abilities. They say, too, that the Order of the Bound that make their home there have a... connection, with these creatures; that they take their name from the bond they have with the wolves. Some dismiss these as old wives' tales- usually the same ones who roll their eyes at the new tales that have begun to be told- tales of wyverns, fire-breathing, flying beasts that steal sheep and cattle and sometimes men. Of the wolf-riders who stand against them. Of the wild magic that has begun to seep back into the world.
All that's known for certain is that the world has begun to change, and no one knows exactly where it will all end up.
tl;dr I smushed together all my fandoms and came up with this idea which is lots like dragon riders but with wolves and less OP and a bit more... gritty? I guess... with an Order reminiscent of the Jedi in the Old Republic and wyverns and... and... yeah. JOIN ME IN THIS GLORIOUS MADNESS.
