dragonborn99
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When Darkness Beckons - A Fantasy RP
The flickering darkness, the casting flame, the touch of light...
OVERVIEW
I decided to make a fantasy themed roleplay, except I would like to make the one fun, but mature and serious.
STORYLINE
The world of Galadamish (Ga-la-da-mish) is being destroyed, bit by bit, town by town, city by city. A dark force has swept over the lands, no one knows where it can from or who summoned the evil. What people do know, though, is that Galadamish is on the brink of extinction.
The king has been assassinated and all hell has broken loose. Riots spread through the land, food is getting sparse and the amount of soldiers are dropping.
Nearly the whole of Galadamish has been destroyed, except for the lands of Agash, a wealthy land guarded by the most superior of forces. Here, in the heart of Agash lies the story of a group of adventurers who's life's will change forever. The remaining survivors have been locked in the church, surrounded by knights and anyone (Over 30) willing to help defend the lands.
Here in a this church is a glimpse of hope... Some help... The darkness won't stop, it will just keep stabbing... And stabbing...
Welcome to the roleplay of shadows and fire, welcome to the beckoning darkness that shines.
HOW THE ROLEPLAY WILL BEGIN
Hopefully you know everything about this rp now, I will make the first post below. If you have any questions or queries, send me a private message.
Gandal's eyes flickered open to reveal hundreds of people, chattering, sobbing, crying. He had no family, they were taken away by the monsters. Vicious things the monsters were, some of them were skeletons, some were - Gandal erased the though quickly, lifting him self to his feet. For the past five hours, he had been sleeping on the floor of the church.
He stretched two beefy arms, cracked his knuckles and pushed through the mob of people until he reached the front of the church. This part wasn't as full, luckily. In front of Gandal was a wooden altar and a large array of candles, flickering in the breeze, dancing in the wind. Gandal knelt, slapping his two hands together as he projected his thoughts.
God, hopefully you can save us from this outbreak, this plague. Please take care of my family. God help us...
Gandal rose to his feet, holding back a torrent of tears.
When Darkness Beckons - A Fantasy RP
The flickering darkness, the casting flame, the touch of light...
OVERVIEW
I decided to make a fantasy themed roleplay, except I would like to make the one fun, but mature and serious.
STORYLINE
The world of Galadamish (Ga-la-da-mish) is being destroyed, bit by bit, town by town, city by city. A dark force has swept over the lands, no one knows where it can from or who summoned the evil. What people do know, though, is that Galadamish is on the brink of extinction.
The king has been assassinated and all hell has broken loose. Riots spread through the land, food is getting sparse and the amount of soldiers are dropping.
Nearly the whole of Galadamish has been destroyed, except for the lands of Agash, a wealthy land guarded by the most superior of forces. Here, in the heart of Agash lies the story of a group of adventurers who's life's will change forever. The remaining survivors have been locked in the church, surrounded by knights and anyone (Over 30) willing to help defend the lands.
Here in a this church is a glimpse of hope... Some help... The darkness won't stop, it will just keep stabbing... And stabbing...
Welcome to the roleplay of shadows and fire, welcome to the beckoning darkness that shines.
HOW THE ROLEPLAY WILL BEGIN
Hopefully you know everything about this rp now, I will make the first post below. If you have any questions or queries, send me a private message.
Gandal's eyes flickered open to reveal hundreds of people, chattering, sobbing, crying. He had no family, they were taken away by the monsters. Vicious things the monsters were, some of them were skeletons, some were - Gandal erased the though quickly, lifting him self to his feet. For the past five hours, he had been sleeping on the floor of the church.
He stretched two beefy arms, cracked his knuckles and pushed through the mob of people until he reached the front of the church. This part wasn't as full, luckily. In front of Gandal was a wooden altar and a large array of candles, flickering in the breeze, dancing in the wind. Gandal knelt, slapping his two hands together as he projected his thoughts.
God, hopefully you can save us from this outbreak, this plague. Please take care of my family. God help us...
Gandal rose to his feet, holding back a torrent of tears.
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