Solaire
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"The Prophecy Always Foretold Of The Four Who Would Resolve The Crises Of The World.
They Who Will Fuel The Fire Whilst Ushering The Flames.
They Who Will Break Solid Flesh And Resolve It To A Dew.
They Who Would Quell The Void Whilst Filling The Hope.
They Who Would Cool The Burn And Sooth The Rage Of The Common.
They Who Would Save Imperia."
- The Prophecy of the Four.
RULES-
1. Do not be a dick to people OOC.
2. I don't care about foul language, but if someone does ask you to tone it down, then tone it down.
3. No One-Liners. I know it may be difficult to write sometimes, but I ask you to at least make an attempt at a good, long reply.
4. I don't care about relationships. But if your characters do decide to start breeding like wild bunnies, time-skip it. Failure to cooperate will be severe.
5. If someone is a dick IN CHARCTER, and you get pissed OOC and start yelling and screaming, we will have a problem.
6. Have Fun and obey all above rules. New rules will come about if any situation not covered in the original rule list rises.
The world of Imperia.
Imperia is a fine land of Beauty, Wealth, and Culture.
The capital city, Crucible, is a hub of politics and vanity.
To the very north of Crucible lies Jurga. This is a land of bitter cold and family. No bond is stronger than the ties of Brotherhood. Jurga and Crucible are the main hubs of the Human race.
To the east, lies Arsenia. This land holds some of the deadliest things in all of Imperia. This is home to the elves. Marksmen, Alchemists, Assassins, and Thieves. Noble jobs in the land, except the thief, of course.
Finally, we reach the Isles in the middle of the Lune Bay. This land is pure madness. The most eccentric work comes from here. It has been annexed by most other lands. The only exception is Arsenia, for the Isles has a large Ebony stockpile.
In the third age, a great evil enslaved Imperia. Four heroes from all four of the lands swept in and slayed the evil. He would not return until the Sixth Age.
The commoners of Imperia would need not worry. The four were destined to return to slay him once and for all.
~STARTER~
Artorias-
Artorias patrolled the Western border of Arsenia, spinning the cleaver-blade in the air. "Exciting profession, my ass." He walked along the large wooden fencing and staring into the treeline. Off into the dense forest, a blinding blue light shone through the thick vines. He chose to sheath his blade and leave his post to investigate. Moving the branches and vines, he made his way to the light. He drew closer and closer to the illumination. He discovered that the light was no mere light, it was a gaping portal. He was drawn into the spiraling vortex against his will. He blacked out and re-awoke at the feet of an old man. " 'Ello~!" The old man greeted him, as Artorias pulled himself from the alien floor.
