'The Legend of Shade' - An Adventure / Combat RP
Welcome to my first RP on The Furry Forums! I will do my best to keep it nice and tidy around here. I am Arca Wyld and I will be managing this forum, along with being a participant.
Let's go over a couple basic rules!
- Private message me to sign up to join! Please send me a PM if you'd like to join! Include a brief character summary on your role in the tale, and your personality. Keep in mind Shade (the anti-ascended) and Bright (the ascended) are unavailable roles, as they are part of the backstory and should remain solid.
- Absolutely no fursona / character shaming allowed! I will report any negative activities of this sort immediately, no warning or questions asked. We are here to give an enriching story to the site, and enjoy ourselves while we do it.
- Your fursona is your character. This is a given but I mean I'll just put it here just in case.
- Please be as literate as possible. I'm no 'grammar control freak' but at least do your best! The more literate, the easier it is for people to read!
- One paragraph minimum per post. Let's keep the story flowing and full!
- Enjoy yourself, and be yourself. Isn't that what this is all about?
How about some info on the story? Don't worry, more will be added as time progresses to keep new readers updated on what is going on!
- The beginning backstory - The world has finally been allowed to freely use magic and has been refreshed, thanks to the ascension of the holy being known as Bright that protected the world during the darkest of times. For a few years, things have been peaceful throughout the whole world; warring villages finally reaching agreements, plenty of food and water for everyone, fair government and military policies. But even in happy times, darkness begins to brew and evil factions begin to return to the surface. This can only mean one thing: The Anti-Ascended has rose once again, and must be purified by a holy ritual so that it can ascend and return the right of peace to the world. Nobody knows much about The Anti-Ascended except those of the church and holy council, and is one of the most well-kept secrets of history. All that is known to the public is that it kills without mercy, has a dark following, and is known as Shade.
Here's some brief information on participants in the roleplay! The more we progress, the more will be added!
- Arca Wyld - A young woman hailing from the holy land. With the white crest of purity marked upon her chest, she has been born with a purpose; she has the power to bond one evil spirit to herself, and acts as a holy vessel to take the evil spirit with her. She can use the power of the spirit bonded with her, and communicate with the spirit as well. However, she cannot communicate with other open spirits, so she must rely on the bonded spirit to act as an interpreter for her if she relies on information from beyond. Her two holy bracelets and white crest upon her chest mark her as the vessel, and will be obvious to onlookers and enemies. Personality consists of being quiet and serious, raised to represent the power of the holy people. Has a soft and passionate heart, but hides it with a strong outer stance.
- Smithie Skies - A young male warrior who tends to stay alone and hunts within the forests, dealing with the passing of his sister. Being tall and muscular, along with having bright orange fur, he is very easily spotted. He seems to have a routine that he sticks to, and he's very talented in combat.
- Dunyan v'Alashyr - He is a large, slender deer of 37 years with dark brown fur. He has a lighter underbelly and "socks" and large, impressive antlers. He bears a large number of black, ritual tattoos across his body and usually wears the ornate clothes of his Sept, complete with a number of veils and thin chains between his antlers and on his face, which also cover his eyes. Dunyan is one of the Aan'sharein, a religious group of warrior-priests from the Kingdom of Ishtar. Those Ishtarans who show to possess the Sight - the ability to communicate with spirits - are sent to the Aan'sharein monasteries where they are trained and subjected to hard, even gruesome trials to strengthen their connenction to the spirit world. Once their training is complete, the Aan'sharein veil their faces - whether they still have eyes or not is a mystery. However, thanks to their magical powers, they are still able to see, in a certain fashion. In battle, Aan'sharein invoke spirits and ghosts to do their bidding or blast their enemies with energy from the spirit realms. Dunyan himself was but a simple sheepherder when he was found to possess the Sight. Trained in a monastery for almost 20 years, he is one of the more powerful Aan'sharein of his monastery, yet lacking experience.
- Weeshi Ro'Nil - A young adult mouse who keeps his involvement out of everyone's businesses as possible. Residing in Murr, serving a banker as the assistant, he chose to have magic of swiftness and trickery, gaining him the power to vanish and appear within a small amount of time, leaving behind thick clouds each time. This was given as a child, leaving him freedom to trick friends and commit thievery, before his adult guardians have befallen an unexpected fate. Weeshi has explored the lands as an orphan in hiding for the past few years as a teenager, before being adopted by the banker, named Tunsper Jae (minor character). He collected a daggar that he rarely ever used against a person, always hidden beneath his cloak wherever. As a young adult of age 20, he refuses to show emotion to anyone other than the banker, in order to be left forgotten after leaving a person in question. Weeshi prefers to be alone most of the time wandering the streets and alleys, reluctant to show friendship.
- Maxwell Mourns A slightly thinner than average, but by no means weak, 31 year old. These are some of the few things which are known about the white wolf with absolute certainty. His background, lineage and home are all things he keeps to himself for a simple reason. To him, they don't matter. He has pure white fur with a blue tinge around his ears and a pair of dull green eyes which seem to have a piercing quality, like he can look at a person and see straight through them. He remains composed and calm in most situations, adheres to the rules of decorum and expects others to do as such. More than a few have learned not to mistaken his politeness for kindheartedness. People who have beared witness to Maxwell losing his temper would describe him as ruthless, and nearly sadistic. He is cold and manipulative, more than willing to use or hurt a person to get what he desires. He desires one thing more than anything, it is his sole goal in life, the purpose with which he carries himself. He wants power. As a magic user, specifically a blood mage that can manipulate the properties of blood as well as control it as a separate entity from himself, he sees knowledge as the greatest source of power, the more he knows, the more he can use what he knows to become stronger. He hopes to be able to use blood magic without the draining effect it naturally has on him when he's forced to use his own blood. His cold, relentless pursuit for knowledge and power led to him being banished from his home and he has wandered from place to place, keeping an eye out for things he can use. Some would call him evil, he prefers the term pragmatic, he'd take up some "noble quest" if there was the right incentive, or if the types who usually do that weren't insufferable.
See you within the story! ;)
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Post Merge: April 09, 2016, 02:28:58 AM
The night sky hung low and hid the stars from sight, and the air rolled about in a cold comfort as a light snow storm began to roll in from the mountains. The clouds billowed and swelled as they came down from the range's face, slowly encompassing the base of the range with thick cloud cover. The wild grasses began to frost over slowly as the storm began to unleash, slowly bringing a light layer of snow to the open plains. It was quiet; nothing but a high whistle from the storm sang aloud.
Was.
Obvious prints from a hundred soldiers began to cover the landscape, and looming shadows sprang forth from the cover of the clouds and charged loudly across the plains. Crazed men hooted and hollered as they began to light torches with dark magics and drag them behind, scorching the lightly frosted plains with a dark mark. They seemed scattered and crazed at the beginning of their actions, but slowly began to synchronize and chant dark tongues to the open plains. They had created an enormous dark seal, and the soldiers began to circle around the seal and bow to it as they chanted in harmony;
He has been ascended, it's been years of hiding.
Rise from Hell, and free us of His binding.
Take our blood to quench empty vein,
and take our bodies to fuel eternal pain.
The soldiers began to seizure and foam at the mouth as the dark seal began to fill the night sky with an intimidating purple light. The light bent and warped the incoming snow storm as it tried to blow though the evil that was commencing, and began to twist around as if to hide vision of the evil that was about to show. The armor of the soldiers began to melt off of their very bodies and flow to the middle of the seal, along with the draining blood and organs of the now melted and lifeless soldiers. The concoction of stolen life and protection rapidly warped around the vortex, and slammed into the central area as a shadow of a creature ripped from the depths, roaring out and howling as he gripped the sides of the void and pulled himself up. Everything began to flow into him, and soon he was complete.
Standing in the vortex was a tall wolf-like creature, roughly eight feet tall and lightly armored. His body was essentially made of pure black fire, and red eyes peered at the twister around him as he took his first breath in the new world. He exhaled a sort of smoke and began to slowly build himself into a wild laughter, piercing the night with the threat of his existence. He took a couple steps towards the twisting wall of energy, and he crossed his arms to his side to instantly disperse it. He stood tall and looked at the bodies of his followers, and let a wild grin splay his face as he began to hover his hands by his side.
'My dear followers, you look so lifeless.'
His deep voice emitted a low growl as his arms morphed out, striking through each body and emitting a shadowy being into each rotting pelt that lay about the land. Their eye sockets glowed purple like the aura from the dark seal, and the lamenting moans of the undead soldiers began to echo through the mountains as the began to slowly move ahead of their commander. His arms returned to 'normal' as he breathed out once again and smiled wide. He looked ahead to the flat horizon.
'Tell your victims of your leader who brings you forth. We have much work to do.'
He exclaimed a loud roar to the sky as he began to charge forth with his soldiers into the night, grass dying and dirt drying out as he stepped right through the light layer of snow.
'Tell them of death and true misery! Tell them Shade has returned from the depths!'
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The sun shined bright upon the small seaside village of Murr. The weather was a solid seventy-five degrees, bringing out plenty of local villagers and tourists alike. Yapping children ran around busy adults in a playful manner as the work day began. The world-famous market was bustling as the fishermen brought fresh catches to sell, along with the farmers from the outskirts of the village bringing fresh meat and produce. It was obvious business with everyone was just booming, as smiles crossed the faces of everyone as they talked about their day and their products to others.
Not too far down the road, the housing district was busy as well. There was plenty of foot traffic as everyone made their way to the market, making it hard for Arca to make her way through the crowd. She was in a hurry, with a letter clasped tight in her paws. She did her best to move around everyone as she went against the flow of traffic, pardoning herself along the way. Finding a break in the mayhem she took a breath, paws to knees as she bent over slightly. Knowing her apartment was just around the corner, she began to jog again, hoping she would make it in time.
Arca turned the corner, just about running into the postman before skidding to a quick stop. She blushed slightly and composed herself as he reassembled his bag that just about came apart from the close call. He looked up to her with an annoyed look on his face.
'Late to make your post call once again are we, Miss Wyld?'
Arca stood up straight and quietly handed the letter to the postman. He looked at the address and flipped the letter over, seeing the official seal of the Royal Church. His demeanor changed in a hurry as he nodded and bowed slightly to Arca.
'Ah I-I see Miss Wyld, official business back home. I'll send this off straight a-away ma'am. Have a good afternoon.'
Arca nodded and walked off, passing her home and beginning to walk up a path that winded through a small patch of trees and elevated up a hill. The postman watched her walk up the hill before turning around and hurrying off. Arca looked back to see him rush away, then turned back to head for the top.
A small church sat upon the hill, newly renovated and well landscaped. The courtyard was donned with various tropical flowers, and nuns sat about with orphaned children and the elderly. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the sunshine as they talked to one another, until Arca began to walk through. The nuns paused briefly and payed kind respects to her as she brushed through, whispering to the curious children to do the same as they looked on. Arca raised her left hand to everyone as to pardon them, and they smiled and nodded before continuing about their business.
An older gentleman sat by the door to the church, panting and wagging his tail as he looked over the gorgeous courtyard. His elderly eyes widened as Arca walked into his vision; he hurried to stand before she looked to him, pardoning him of his respects. He sighed a breath of relief, and continued to sit. He looked up to her as she faced the door.
'Is Father Tryn here at the moment, old dog?'
The man stopped panting and gave a serious nod as she began to open the door prematurely.
'Good. We have something to talk about.'
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The inside of the church was bright and colorful, with the cushioned pews laying still and clean. The windows were open, letting the scent of the ocean waft in from the warm breeze. Up ahead, a short feline was finishing with his cleaning of his stand, humming a holy tune as he swished his tail back and forth. Hearing the doors close from behind him, he turned quickly and let out a meow as he approached Arca. He threw his arms out and smiled at her.
'Ah, sister Arca! So good to see you once again. I hope Bright has been blessing you with all of His glory on this beautiful day, hmmm?'
He was a short and stubby black cat, standing at about 4'11" with a long tail. His yellow eyes peered up at Arca as he adjusted his holy robes.
'What do you need help with, sister? You hardly come here anymore unless you need a favor.'
Arca was not up for much small talk, and she stepped close to the father and snarled. He puffed up and took a step back as he looked back to her with a slight shiver rolling through his fur. She barked loudly as she let loose her tongue.
'FATHER, HOW COULD YOU!? I SEND LETTERS TO HOME AND YOU HAVE THEM INTERCEPTED AND READ? HOW COULD YOU?
He instantly began to tear up, holding out his paws as he pleaded.
'S-sister Arca, please you must know how dangerous that is. You are here to be safe, we just have to make sure that you don't give your location before the letters are sent...'
She clenched her fists and shook them at his face as she restrained from picking up the small feline and tossing him out a window.
'I can handle anything that comes at me! Trust me! Besides, Bright ascended when I was a child! Everything is fine, why can't I just live a normal life now!?'
She turned around and huffed as she began to head back out of the church. Father Tryn trotted behind her, trying to reason with the upset dog.
'P-please sister! It's only to keep you safe, nothing more. The letters still make it home. I assure you! We do nothing more than check th-'
She placed her paws on the door and snarled as she looked back at Father Tryn.
'WELL LEAVE THIS LAST ONE I SENT ALONE!'
She looked on as she returned outside to take a seat, finding a quiet corner in the courtyard. It was quite empty outside now, as mostly everyone had left to go to the market. As she sat down she began to fumble through her pockets, but looked up to see Father Tryn looking on to her. She pinned her ears and gave a dark look to him, and with that he nodded and turned around to return inside. He invited the old man inside with him and closed the doors, shaking his head and sighing as he and the old man began to walk to the community kitchen to prepare the meals for the less fortunate. Arca, now outdoors, had found what she was looking for; she pulled out some tobacco and began to roll a cigarette after looking around to be sure none of the nuns saw her. She lit it with one of the nearby candles that were strewn about the courtyard, and took a big inhale as she settled in to her seat.
'Maybe someday I can quit these things. At least they keep me off the drugs.'