Fantasy The Last Ashes

[Lunarlighto]

"The dark comes... Ashes... Are the memories of the died... Ashes... Are the ghosts of the past... Ashes... Come to being..."


Its a story about a torn world that had its last pages already written, the last judgments day already ended. It is known as the "End of the ages" and you will be the hero of this story. There are no living or dead in this dying world. The world of gods and the dead, the world of man and a living - merged together and are just things that "are". You are a specter, like so many others clinging to life. Specter is a being that emerged from between these worlds. A soulless being that has its shell, still imitating a human but has void within that cannot die. All that is left is a dying world where you are a hero risen from grave as a specter in a place called Haven, a last resort for a lost souls like yourself. But the dark comes... Horizon is covered in pitch black, that slowly envelopes the last of the world. There is no time... If you want to liberate your self from this worlds fate. You have to travel through once a great kingdom of Astoria and find your way out...


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The Last Ashes is a game inspired by Dark Souls series, that has no story or tomes of history, but instead gives you a world to explore in which the story narrative will be relieved to you in bits and pieces that you will have to put together to understand or make your own theories what might have happened or is happening. I will be GM of this world, and you will be a hero that explores this dangerous world and makes its choices. All this game comes to the game play. You will be given challenges and strong enemies called Beings to fight. But if you won't be careful in this world or smart you will be defeated and you'll have to retry till you manage to pass the challenges.


This RP will have dice-less system that will have these kind of characteristics Vigor, Endurance, Strength, Skill and Spirit that will determine your abilities in combat or non-combat situations. The currency of this game is called ghosts. These are the ghosts of people that lost their shells and merged with the world. Having no consistency they gone insane, because they have nothing that defines them and they are half corporeal. These spirits inhabit mater and become creatures known as Beings. When being dies all the ghosts seek new host to inhabit or vanishes from reality it self. When Specter has its medium the material form known as Corpos, and kills these insane creatures, the ghosts that controlled them are drawn to the Corpos and inhabits it and thus are sealed within it. When Specters Corpos dies these ghosts vanish in to nothingness or inhabits mater and becomes new Beings. Specter who has its material body can use those Ghosts as this worlds currency or level up their characteristics by merging those ghosts in a Specters shell. So all the memories and experience of these ghosts become theirs.


Specter is ashes of your former self, a translucent shells and ghost like creature that carries shells of predeath objects. The reality simulates your presence as if you are alive. When you are in this presence you cannot store Ghosts or carry anything material with you except the things that you died with or go through material objects. But if you have Corpos, a dead body that was formed from ashes in to human as a medium, then you can store these Ghosts within you. If you die in specter form the reality rises you in the place where you left your memorial. Memorial are places that store your memories, and don't let you vanish. These memorial grounds are like save points you will rise from after your death. If you die in your Corpos form you lose all your ghosts you gathered in your journey and become Specter again. To birth your Corpos you have to have Ashes. Ashes are form of an essence that breath life in to the copses and forms them in image of specters shell. These mystery objects are the only thing Specters can carry.


(The setting of this world resembles 15-17 century fantasy world.)


So this Rp will challenge you. If you are up to a challenge! These are the basics of this world and you will learn more as you play.

 

[Lunarlighto]

____Haven____

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All that Halvar could see was timeless pitch black, from which he heard soundless voice calling to him "Rise young wayfaring stranger... Rise from the depths of the seas... Let your soul be guided by the faint light of the surface... Not yet... Your journey is not finished..." after these omnipresent words he heard sought of the water hitting something and very familiar smell of beach. The sound of a wind was very loud. It was windy. Halvars body was laying on the rocky sand as he felt strange, almost alive feeling, but he was sure that he was somehow dead. He was on a shores between some huge cliffs and in horizon behind him strange ominous darkness emanated, it looked almost not even part of the world it self. In front of him there was a strange path with old broken rocky stairs leading up a hill that looked like some sort of settlement with high hills which had some strange rock idols on top of it as well as some sort of huge wooden poles with once long fluttering banners that now became nothing but rags.


On that hill ancient mystic lies with hundred of its disciples buried with it "Wilhelmina..." Says soundless voice calling her from eternal darkness. This mute voice was somehow familiar to her "I call thee art from eternal slumber for thou shalt seek answers... The comets of darkness shalt forslat thee for eternal naught... Arise and go brave one... Seek me..." After the last worlds, Wilhelmina felt strange fullness within her followed by dry warmth with a slight wind breeze. She heard wind rustling and crackling of swaying wood as her body was firmly stationed in this strange pole which had holes in it. Wind was getting in and out of these poles which made nice comforting whistling sound reminiscent of flutes sound. In a distance there where more poles with each of their own sounds which all together made some kind of silent whistling orchestra. The pole she was in was pretty dark except the light rays that where coming from the holes. It was due to such feelings she knew she was no longer dead or at least she had a body of some sort. In front of her she clearly could see a small handle as light contoured the opening. Slight scent of death and decay lingered in the air but it was clear that it came from down bellow.


But this place was not the only place that had such scents, those who died and where not buried had the same scent. The bodies of knights that where betrayed or betrayed themselves, laid on one another like piled trees. Abyssal silence from within spoke Ryan "Oh lost knight... Rise... The time has come for you to see new light of hope for your shattered soul... Let your knighthood prove them wrong... For the betrayal... That you suffered..." Ryan awoke instantly when he felt heaviness and bothersome stench of dead bodies that was almost unbearable. He felt as some kind of trash left after combat, luckily or not he wasn't the only one here like that. Ryan was stuck in between a pile of dead bodies, that were once his comrades. There where not many of them but still seeing those people as skeletons upholstered by their own rotting skin was more then unsettling. But what he instantly knew that he was not one of them at the moment. Ryan felt almost alive, but he also knew that he was stabbed to death at this very spot but strangely enough nothing else in particular. It seems the memory of death is so strong that it becomes the only thing that thrives. What exactly happened he did not know, but all he knew that nearby was a settlement of sorts. Haven for the dead it was called... A cemetery for all sorts of dead, even those who sacrifice themselves as their ashes still flutter in air.


"As dusk to the dust slumber in the dark... From dawn to ashes rise to the sun..." The never fading moment of blackness that was overcoming snow finally ceased to exist. The words of silence spoke to him. He felt alive again, and human as never before. When his body animated seemingly out of nowhere he saw eerie but somehow comforting sight. Around him were clouds of ashes that where falling silently like snow flakes, even the ground was covered in layers upon layers of ash. But instead of chillness it was warmth. Black wooden stems erected from the ground with haunting smell of burned hay and something else that was present in the place. The ground was black and everything that surrounded it had different shades of gray. Snow understood where he was, because it was his suicide site. Snow knew that he succeeded because his footprints were long gone under the ashes. So he knew that he was alive even though it was impossible... But that was the only thing he knew about him self. On a steep hill of his burial site in a distance through the ashes he saw other cemeteries of Haven. He knew the way there because he walked his very last steps by the very same path.

 

[Sinensis]

-----{Halvar}-----

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Halvar sighed, getting up and looking around,wondering where the voice had come from, seemingly from the depths of his mind. he saw noone around, and quit searching for anybody around. he wondered where he was, going over his posessions in his pockets. he had a few silver bullets in his pockets, but didn't want to count them, as there are easily over 40. He stops rummaging through his pockets and finds a flintlock in a hilt on his belt, and a sword, he remembers being called an Estoc, used more for poking than slicing. He looks around, ignoring the obvious path for now, and looking for another. he noticed the strange darkness, over the sea in the horizon, as well as the wind being rather strong. he stopped looking at the darkness and turned around, starting to follow the rocky steps leading up. He wondered where he was, and where he was going.


He almost tripped on a broken step as he ascended the stairs, towards what seemed like some strange statues or idols, what seemed strange. he took a closer look at them before continuing towards the city , wondering why he had been brought back seemingly from his death, remembering the pressure of seawater on him, as he slowly suffocated to death under the sea... He shrugged the feeling off, and continued walking and looking around for anything interesting or shiny.

 

[ryanpk200]

(Ryan)


"Uhh!" Ryan grunted as he pushed his way out of the bodies. "Where was that voice?" He said. "It said something about betrayal and knighthood." As he pondered the meaning of the voice a few memories flooded back to him. He saw a great battle, himself leading a group of knights, and someone in his group stabbing him. The vision faded and he was back in the pile of bodies. He tried to remember his name. "Ryan? Yeah I think that's it." He tried to think of his last name. "Trevelyan is my last name." A feeling of pride and royalty filled him when he thought of it.


A map was implanted in his mind. It showed the way to a city. He knew it was called Haven and he needed to get to the city. He search the bodies and found his weapons and gear. He started for the city.