This roleplay will contain players from the previous Hérion roleplay entitled "The New Beginning of Hérion".
You do NOT have to know everything from the above roleplay. There is a small summary written below about it. If you are lost, please alert Silja or I through PM or simply by posting on this thread.
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Happened previously:
A new Empress/Emperor and advisor for each country of the world Hérion were summoned to lead the countries to a new future. In addition to these two others were summoned to the island of Nondra, where the story takes place, were summoned to become half-goddesses as Ellamiel and rule at her side. Ellamiel is a creation by the two Gods of Hérion, Amumir and Solith who are visible as the planet’s two suns. She has four children, who have now become elementals who are protectors for the island, the rulers and the advisors.
The story took off as all of the summoned arrived at Nondra, some with more complications than others. Soon an evil power was detected and later on identified as the same power that managed to destroy the countries with war and hate many decades ago. All of the evil originated from one being, Mandora. She made some minor tries of sabotage but Ellamiel managed to fend off her with the help and will of others. One of these incidents even brought Amumir down from the skies to give Ellamiel support.
The group has now set out on a trip to the middle of Nondra where their lives are about to take yet another turn.
What will happen this time? Is Mandora up to something again? And most importantly, will they survive what is ahead?
If you want to know more about Hérion (the outer world) itself, go here to read more about it:
http://www.pinkpt.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=3830&start=0
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Introduction:
“Excellent,” she said, her voice slightly booming but nonetheless keeping its elegant form, “Now go, my minions,”
“At once my Queen,” replied the small, stubby men which scurried off to their destination.
“Soon Hérion will be mine, and I will be in control!”
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The darkness swayed around the city of Genertía, empty streets, lonesome stands, terror had stricken. Peace, hope, everything which seemed good in the world had soon become a lost cause. The air became thick, the sky became dark, the flowers began to rot, and the people began to die.
Everything seemed empty, everything seemed so lost. The children seemed to cease laughter; they began to sit still, not moving at all. However, there was still one person who had hope. It was Ýal who stood at the top of Moon Hill each night, it was Ýal. He was of the eldest in the Council of Genertía. The council had followed the prophecy which was written many years ago, it had stated that a war would begin and that a group of selected individuals would help ward off evil. Everyone had believed it, until now that is; Ýal was the only person who stood by the prophecy, even the council itself had given up on it.
Ýal knew that a war had begun and that there had already been individuals training to stop it, even though they didn’t know it themselves.
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“What exactly are we doing here?” asked the small man who held an axe in his hand, “You said we were going to chop firewood!”
“Okay, I lied. But we need to protect our city! This is why we’re here in Hérion, to ask Ellamiel to help us. She’s our only hope now,” responded the slightly fatter man as he brushed a bush out of his way.
“Listen, we have lost all hope of ever coming out of this depression state out city is in. Everyone knows a war has begun, you know how? Many of our soldiers have died. We are living in agony and I don’t think anyone can help us, not even Ellamiel,” responded the thinner man as he batted a mosquito away from him.
“Yeah, sure whatever. Follow me,” said the other man as he walked through a crowded path of vines, chopping furiously at them using his friend’s axe.
“The lack of respect of you youngsters is incredible, now that I thing about it. We dwarves have a sacred bond between the Gods and lady Ellamiel. They give us shelter under the grounds of Hérion and we nurture their plants above. Why, I would be surprised if they would refuse us help!” Ýal exclaimed while grunting trying to make his way through the thick vegetation.
The thinner man walked through the now cleared path and spotted a small pond, next to it was a young female weeping. The two men paused and looked at each other; they didn’t know what to do.
“Let’s go talk to her. She probably knows where Ellamiel is!” spoke the thinner man pointing to the young female.
“Fine,” responded the plump man.
Silently, the two men walked towards her and saw she was crawling towards the pond, as if she was dying of thirst. Once realizing this, the men ran to her, the plump one ran towards her and accidentally landed on her right hand. The girl looked up and covered her mouth as if she had seen a ghost.
“You found me,” said the thinner man.
The fatter man looked at him and raised an eyebrow, “She wasn’t looking for you fool,” he diverted his attention back to the girl, “Are you alright?”
She slowly let her hand fall of her mouth and stared at him. She opened her mouth to speak, “I think I’d feel a bit better if you kindly removed your foot from my hand and put down the axe,”
“Oh! Whoops, sorry,” responded the man obeying her commands.
“Where’s Ellamiel?” asked the thinner man trying to initiate a conversation.
“She’s back there…But there’s no point in talking to her…it’s over,” she responded.
“What’s over?” asked the two men quizzically.
“Life,”
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Rules, requirements and important stuff:
- You’re bio is required – and while we’re at it, it would be nice if you removed the brackets from it when you join.
- You are also expected to have read this post carefully.
- Quality and creativeness is a respected thing in role plays, make sure your posts don’t all start to consist of the minimum of three sentences. Same goes for your bio.
- We are not looking for any too young new characters; it would not suit the role play very well.
- The amount of new players we take in is depending on how many old stick with us, from the
previous thread that is connected to this one. However, for now the estimated amount is about 5 new players.
- The new world is a dwarf-world, therefore it’s unlikely that there are that many elves or dragons etc. running around. If you absolutely
must have a character with a different species, PM Ammer or Silja and the matter will be taken into discussion.
- Last but not least: Follow the forum role-playing rules.
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Bio:
Name:
Age: (ranging from 200 and up, 1 dwarf year = 10 human years)
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance: (dwarfs don’t have to be chubby and all that, but try to stay within reasonable limits not making your character into a mini-mermaid or anything, dwarfs are still dwarfs)
History:
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Bio:
Name: Ýal
Age: 724 (Dwarf Years)
Gender: Male
Personality: Ýal is a humble dwarf who always puts others in front of himself. He never lets agony or fear get in his way of accomplishing a goal. Au contraire to the popular belief that old people are stubborn, Ýal himself isn’t. He is willing to do anything which will satisfy others.
Appearance: Ýal is a tall dwarf who slumps around time to time. He carries a wooden cane around to balance him from falling. Ýal has a white beard and long white hair, falling gently to his elbow. Ýal always wears his bluish-grayish robe, some say it changes colours.
History: Very little history of Ýal is known. The only known fact of Ýal is he is the oldest member of the Council of Genertía.
Name: Alias
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Sprite
Country of Origin: Elval
Summoned to be: Empress of Eval
Personality: Alias is a very serious (whatever she is); simply stating her age is 17 would seem as if it was a farfetched lie. She cares for everyone and will not stand if she sees anyone suffer at her fault. She never shows any emotion, even when caring for her own people.
Appearance: Long blonde hair with light blue streaks flowing from the roots to the end of her hair. Her eyes, are small but wide, a bluish colour resides in them. Her skin is fair, fairest in her family. She has a silk dress falling from her neck to right above her naval, revealing the jewel which lies hidden in it. The dress continues from the waist downwards towards the ground, absorbing the air around it. Her shoes or vila's as it is called in the language of the Sprites--Spiran. Her fragile wings quietly tucked away under her dress, transparent they are. Around Alias' neck is a necklace with a gold gem stone, however no one knows where it's from or what it's able to do.
History: Ever since her father's death, Alias began to become very mature for her age. She never would play with the other children, she would only watch. Even when asked she would decline; however when anyone was hurt, she would rush by their side and order for their care. She didn't show any compassion emotionally towards anyone but showed it strictly. She always sat by the small fountain in her mother's garden and cried softly. She would weep into her arms, asking the God's why her father was taken from her.
Now she has vowed to not let anyone suffer as she did, therefore she has willingly taken the role of the Empress of Elval.
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Previous roleplayers please post your old bio from "The New Beginning of Hérion" here.
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Ammer on Sat Jun 04, 2005 9:55 pm, edited 4 times in total.