Post by Ilya on May 21, 2007 0:17:05 GMT -5
Storyline or Plot line:
In a world of little tiny creatures, smaller than young humans, a conflict arises between the worlds of the gnomes and dwarfs and of the fairies and pixies. These races have been at war with each other for many generations, and it has been so long that no one even remembers why anymore. Those who began the war are long dead and gone. But the war lives on stronger than ever.
Though trouble is stirring, trouble far greater than a pixie war. The recent discovery of the tiny creatures to the humans has caused great damage to their races. Hundreds have died.
What makes things even worse than this, is that the gnomes and the fairies do not know about the humans. One does not discover a human and live to pass on the information. Thus, each race thinks the horrible deaths are being caused by the other. The war is getting personal, and far worse than it was when it started, thousands of years ago.
Will the fairies and gnomes discover the humans are the cause of the murders? Will they put aside their differences and use all their strength and magic to conquer them and go back to their normal, safe lives? All will be revealed in time.
Type of roleplay: Fantasy
Time line: Present day
Area or location, time of day: 2:30 pm, June 12, 2008 in a small, flowering forest.
Rules of the board: I think Lulu pretty much covered all these, just go to the Basic Roleplaying Rules page to look them over.
roleplayingbt.proboards50.com/index.cgi?board=basicrp&action=display&thread=1176798309
Alrightie, I think about covers it. I shall be posting my intro now!
Sampson J.’s feet wobbled as he walked slowly along a tree root. In his concentration not to fall, a poem emerged from his mind to his mouth.
“How difficult it so must be
To live life as a tall, strong tree
With every breeze wanting nothing more
Than to knock you on your back as it soars!”
He hopped off the ledge of the root and lay on his back, facing the sky. For a June day, it wasn’t very clear. Grey clouds consumed most of the sky, though the numerous blue patches told that rain was unlikely. Satisfied with his weather prediction, Sampson J. stood up once again. He began to walk slowly along the warm ground, when his excercise was interrupted by a sudden shock. Fairy dust dotted the trail in front of him. Fairies in the area was bad news for a gnome. They may be smaller, but they were quick, clever and devious little things who had it in for the gnomes. Anger pecked at his insides, and he couldn’t resist bursting into verse again.
“Fairies- where shall I begin
About those hateful creatures?
And everyone knows that killing gnomes
Is one of their many horrid features”
He dove into a nearby bush. He erupted into a whirlwind of agonized shrieks. /A rose bush. Marvellous./ His face turned pale with the realization of the amount of noise he had just produced. Gently rolling off of the bush, he looked around to see if anyone had noticed his outburst. If anyone had, they were either waiting to strike, or they were gnomes and thought nothing of it.
Fairies, however, were not in sight. But Sampson J. knew that that could change very, very quickly.
In a world of little tiny creatures, smaller than young humans, a conflict arises between the worlds of the gnomes and dwarfs and of the fairies and pixies. These races have been at war with each other for many generations, and it has been so long that no one even remembers why anymore. Those who began the war are long dead and gone. But the war lives on stronger than ever.
Though trouble is stirring, trouble far greater than a pixie war. The recent discovery of the tiny creatures to the humans has caused great damage to their races. Hundreds have died.
What makes things even worse than this, is that the gnomes and the fairies do not know about the humans. One does not discover a human and live to pass on the information. Thus, each race thinks the horrible deaths are being caused by the other. The war is getting personal, and far worse than it was when it started, thousands of years ago.
Will the fairies and gnomes discover the humans are the cause of the murders? Will they put aside their differences and use all their strength and magic to conquer them and go back to their normal, safe lives? All will be revealed in time.
Type of roleplay: Fantasy
Time line: Present day
Area or location, time of day: 2:30 pm, June 12, 2008 in a small, flowering forest.
Rules of the board: I think Lulu pretty much covered all these, just go to the Basic Roleplaying Rules page to look them over.
roleplayingbt.proboards50.com/index.cgi?board=basicrp&action=display&thread=1176798309
Alrightie, I think about covers it. I shall be posting my intro now!
Sampson J.’s feet wobbled as he walked slowly along a tree root. In his concentration not to fall, a poem emerged from his mind to his mouth.
“How difficult it so must be
To live life as a tall, strong tree
With every breeze wanting nothing more
Than to knock you on your back as it soars!”
He hopped off the ledge of the root and lay on his back, facing the sky. For a June day, it wasn’t very clear. Grey clouds consumed most of the sky, though the numerous blue patches told that rain was unlikely. Satisfied with his weather prediction, Sampson J. stood up once again. He began to walk slowly along the warm ground, when his excercise was interrupted by a sudden shock. Fairy dust dotted the trail in front of him. Fairies in the area was bad news for a gnome. They may be smaller, but they were quick, clever and devious little things who had it in for the gnomes. Anger pecked at his insides, and he couldn’t resist bursting into verse again.
“Fairies- where shall I begin
About those hateful creatures?
And everyone knows that killing gnomes
Is one of their many horrid features”
He dove into a nearby bush. He erupted into a whirlwind of agonized shrieks. /A rose bush. Marvellous./ His face turned pale with the realization of the amount of noise he had just produced. Gently rolling off of the bush, he looked around to see if anyone had noticed his outburst. If anyone had, they were either waiting to strike, or they were gnomes and thought nothing of it.
Fairies, however, were not in sight. But Sampson J. knew that that could change very, very quickly.
