- -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- + -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - - The land is Nanaria, ruled by a benevolant and faithful king. But hard times have come to this land of past riches and peace. Once it was a place of wonders, brave knights, bueatiful maidens, mythical creatures, and terrible monsters. Many came from all around to have a go at making thier fortune. Not now. Now Nanaria is nothing more than a cursed husk of its former glory. The king, long since dead, has passed his empire onto his eldest daughter. The little wretch turning our beloved kingdom into a disgrace. It was said long ago Nanaria was a place of sunshine, but we havent seen her golden rays in over thrity years. Only the light hues of purple across our skies at noon. Many have forgotten what the sun looked like. There is a legend that when the true queen is found the sun will rise. When the the true queen sits upon the throne, golden rays will admonish her with the crown and the people will know, Nanaria has returned to glory. - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- + -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - - Nanaria: Land of the Forgotten Sun takes place in the land of Nanaria, a country about the size of a small state. It is about the country and the hard times the people face while searching for thier rightful queen. Our roleplaying will take place in Sentari, a large city about a days travel from the capitol. Nanaria is a land of magic and mystic, but this must be hidden less the Queen Sonya finds them. Sonya was born with out magic and has come to loath anything 'tainted' with it. Simply put, news stories and what not will change the course of the story. Hunts will happen to keep things intresting. - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- + -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - -- - - Profiles Name: Status: Gender: Age: Occupation: Finances/economic level: Hair: Eyes: Mouth: Skin shade: Height: Weight: Build: Overall look: Health: Weapon/Fighting proficiencies: Skills: History: I'll Just go a head and start the rpg, if you wish to join just post a profile and go a head and post right in.
I shall join I guess! Name: Shade Status: Magician Gender: Female Age: 26 Occupation: The drunk of the inn, The Darigano Finances/economic level: She lives in a nice, yet messy home at the edge of town and has a mysteriously large sum of money. Hair: Silver with one streak of red going through it. Eyes: Emerald Green Mouth: Perfect red lips Skin shade: Milky white skin with barely any flaws Height: 5'10 Weight: She doesn't really know how to weigh herself Build: Thin, muscular, and lithe Overall look: She would be very gorgeous if she didn't wear so much jewelry. She usually has on a long purple traveling robe. Health: She seems in fine condition except for her being an alcoholic. Weapon/Fighting proficiencies: Knives and lots of magic! Skills: She preforms great magic except when she screws up. History: She was once a world renowned witch. During a fight with an evil witch she preformed too powerful magic and her hair turned white because of the strain and she lost most of her powers. Out of depression she drowned herself with alcohol.
Name: Zauree Status: Commoner Gender: Female Age: 16 Occupation: Weaver in Possum Highs' Weavers Finances/economic level: Middle class Hair: Black with a silvery shine Eyes: Pink Mouth: Balanced lips Skin shade: Fair Height: 5 feet 3 inches Weight: 47 kg Build: Lady-like, not muscular or skinny Overall look: Attractive and beautiful, but she may frighten some due to her provocative eye colour. Health: Perfect Weapon/Fighting proficiencies: She just has a slingshot. Skills: She has a forceful attack and has mastered some forms of fighting, but her defence is weak. History: Her family descent is of a backward tribe which believes in many conservative and barbaric practices. She is very childish and is a runaway from her family, who was trying to force her into marriage. She has no siblings but has a very good friend in the outskirts of her family village who has always supported her.
Name: Sestet Last name unknown Status: Criminal (Only because she still preforms shows.) Gender: Female Age: 22 Occupation: Animal trainer and Mystic Finances/economic level: Above average. Hair: She had long raven black hair that falls to her waist, completely strait and typically pulled into a low ponytail or braided. Eyes: Bright topaz, Narrowed and almond with a slight upward slant Mouth: Soft but plump pinkish lips Skin shade: Lightly tanned with a few scars. Height: 5'5 Weight: 120 Build: A little on the muscular side Overall look: elegant and lovely but with an edge Health: Decent, herbs are a god send Weapon/Fighting proficiencies: Daggers, swords and bow. Above all Magic. Skills: She is a world renown Mysitic. She preforms in and out of Nanaria. She is a wonderful animal trainer and it is said she's even tamed a dragon. (Truth be told, she did, by magic for two minutes.) History: Orphaned as a young child she was raised on the edges of Nanaria, She was taught magic, lore, and herbology. Later as a teen on her travels she learned the ways of taming.
Name: Azron Status: Magician Gender: Male Age: 24 Occupation: Undercover spy working as a history teacher in the Young Learners' Guild Finances/economic level: Upper Middle Class Hair: Black, with streaks of green Eyes: Green Mouth: Perfect lips, light shade Skin shade: Fair Height: 6 feet Weight: 60 kg Build: Muscular, but isn't very evident Overall look: Handsome and captivating, with a tint of innocence Health: Excellent Weapon/Fighting proficiencies: Handy explosives, sword and bow. He has camouflage abilities (invisibility, illusion, etc) and using someone's power upon their attempt (But natural, he can only do one attempt for each attempt. E.g. Z throws a energy bolt towards him, and he throws one back, but until the person doesn't do that again he cannot attack himself). Skills: Martial arts expert who is particularly agile. History: He has a well-to-do family life, but has devoted himself to help his tribe against a bunch of politicians who want to take them out, and now his endeavors have extended to the empire's well-being. He is a freelance spy with a big heart, and so he helps Zauree, his secretive friend to escape her tribe's tortures.
An arival in Sentari I got kicked off the computer at the Library. Darn timer things. Okay, Back now and going to start. It had been a long journey from the out skirts of Nanaria, her steed was exhausted as was Sestet. She dismounted with all the grace her tired form could muster. She pushed her raven bangs from her eyes with a long sigh and handed the reigns to the stable boy. "Please see that he is well taken care of. He is very precious to me." She said handing the stable boy a gold coin as insurance. She patted the exotic creatures mane, grabbed her satchel and turned towards the exit. Her steed, Enta, was a rarely seen mystical elk she had found as a faun. She was a little taller than a horse and elegant as a deer. Her horns curved back over her head but were only half a foot long, as were her ears. She had a long lion like tail with tufts at the end. The breed, Edius elk, only bread in the mountains of Nanaria. Sestet entered the Inn across the street, her thick soled boots completely inaudible in the loud room. She went to the keeper and asked for a room as well as a hot meal. He smiled with a nod and handed her the key to one of the rooms. Asking her to take a seat in the common he went into the kitchen to prepare her meal. She sat at one of the tables with a long exhaled breath before opening the satchel and letting the small critter inside out. The ferret inside was in a rather playful mood now that it was dusk and the sky would turn from a soft purple blue to indigo black. "Good evening, Loki." She smiled. The ferret chattered at her hungrily. "Yes our dinner will be out shortly."
The sun was bright from where Zauree had started trekking. Shadows of trees loomed on her as she ran over to the lengthy pathways. With each step, she felt even freer. She finally looked over to the sky to find a tichkehr quacking joyfully towards her. She had seen those eagle winged creatures before, with the body of a white tiger cub and wide, fancy wings like that of an eagle covered in snow. She stood still, daunted in surprise. The tichkehr smelt of the rain. She smiled and thought to herself: Azron. She turned around to see Azron running towards her. She waved at him merrily at which he grinned and screeched his way to a stop. Zauree petted the tichkehr which had settled on her shoulder. "Well, well, have we brought with oneself a new pet?" "Not a pet, Zauree. A hunter." Azron clicked his fingers at which the tichkehr started to gain flight. "Go find them, my dear tichkehr." He said out in a commanding, and the tichkehr let out a melodious purr. Zauree watched as the mystical creature left. "You know how to train tichkehrs, I presume?" "Certainly not. This fellow has been hypnotized." "You hypnotized it?" "Certainly not. A friend." "Does he know of your intentions, Azron?" "Certainly-" "Oh, stop saying certainly not over and over again. Be direct." Zauree complained playfully, her dialouge followed by laughing. Azron blushed and said: "Well...Like I said, my friend doesn't know." Zauree made up a serious face and said: "Good." Azron didn't bother ask why she thought it good, but continued their trek. "The dusk is falling, Zauree." He said after a short while. "Then you must do me a favor with your powers." Azron sighed and said morosely: "I cannot speed up our journey. The only thing we can do, is take refuge in that inn I see." Zauree agreed and they changed their course.
'Tis sad that an RPG as cool as this is going to die. Mayhap it can be brought back? Name: Cilinus Jeth (called Cili (silly) for short) Status: Traveler, only enough wealth that can be easily carried. Gender: Female. Age: 24 Occupation: Bard. Finances/economic level: The wages and tips of a bard. Hair: Strawberry blond Eyes: multicolor, left blue, right green. Mouth: Lower lip fuller than the upper. Skin shade: extremely fair. Height: 5.2 Weight: 115 Build: slight and lithe, wiry like a dancer. Overall look: Fair, but not overly attractive. She blends in well and is good at avoiding notice. Health: Good. Weapon/Fighting proficiencies: Extremely good with a bow, moderately adept with short blades. Skills: Practices bardal magic, extremely subtle and only manifested in the eyes. History: Cili was once part of a band of traveling Players, all were highly trained in the bardal arts of magic, music, and entertainment. The band was scattered by the queen, but many of them still wondered separately.
Cilinus watched the other people in the common room of the inn she had stopped at. It was a cozy room, warm with rich scents in the air; many of the patrons were relaxed and sleepy. It was almost time. Cili changed the direction of her stare to the fire, which began to burn lower and lower. The patrons looked around, confused. The fire dimmed to embers, then the light was snuffed out completely. Only then did Cili rise from her chair to stand with her back the grate. People were chattering; someone called for the innkeeper. Cili slowly raised her hands to the ceiling and shouted, "Listen well, all of you!" The fire blazed up once more, outlining her. Several people jumped, and two yelped. She lowered her arms, staring straight and unfocused at the wall. "Listen to my tale! "Long ago there was a sun, long ago it burned brightly. Hotter than this flame. The only light of it we now see comes when it is almost gone, purple rays across the skies. It will not come again, not until it finds she who it likes to shine upon. Some evil power snuffed it out, took it away, hid it. They hid it so it would not show us any truth. Lies and deception, that is what this evil feeds upon. Darkness, and deceit. What now is left to us, without the sun? Where is the green grass, and the tall trees? Where are the warm days of spring and summer? What is fall without the falling leaves? Have we only now winter's chill?" The people listening seemed to see a golden summer's day, and falling leaves, a bitter winter night. They saw green stretches of grass plains and towering trees with crowns in the heavens. Cili's voice slowed to a halt. She stared forward at the same images the others saw, captivated. The fire slowly died down again to where it was at the beginning. The images died in the spectators eyes, and Cili stood in front of the fire with her eyes closed. Waiting; silent and waiting.
Name:Hajime Saito Status:Highly respected Guard Gender:Male Age:31 Occupation:Royal Guard Finances/economic level:Rich Hair: short brown hair Eyes:dark brown Mouth:thin Skin shade:light Height:6'2'' Weight:130 Build:athletic Overall look: Dangerous and unapproachable Health:good Weapon/Fighting proficiencies: sword. he is one of the most skilled swordsmen in the land and doesnt take nore than 3 blows to kill someone Skills:keen eye and great intuition History:was a major part of the evil queen's army to bring the kingdom under her submission but is now just a guard
The fire that trickled inside the walls of the inn grasped Zauree's attention even before she had entered the inn. She let Azron take lead, in case danger lay ahead. Azron faithfully guarded the young girl as he walked into the inn, unnoticed by some but stared by many. "No camouflage, Azron?" Zauree whispered into his ears, seeing how people eyed him. "No." "Why not?" "Magical abilities should not be taken for granted. One should know how to survive without them too." Azron smiled at the enthusiast who stood for making a speech, her eyes closed due to perhaps an overflow of emotions.
Cili's eyes snapped open, briefly taking in the common room again, and then looking into the faces of the people who watched her. They were waiting also. A door slammed. Nobody moved. Cili reached behind her for the harp that had been lying by the fire rapped in an old cloth. She had put it there that morning when the inn keep had asked her to perform. It was finely tuned and ready for a song. Cili gauged the audience's mood. They were still captivated by the story, so she chose to start with a sad love song. Some of the ladies were crying when she finished, so she moved on to a happier song, with more pep. Ciili continued to play various tunes throughout the night, playing folk songs which the audience joined in, or singing alone to introduce a new piece. Her grand finally was her favorite part. She would sing a song alone. It was a song of her own composition, so no body knew it. It started fast, peppy, and finished slowly, with the fire gradually dieing behind her. Then it went out with the last note of the harp trembling in the air. Cili walked back to her seat and sat down, and to all appearances went to sleep. The fire came back up, revealing a very confused common room who only saw a travel stained traveler asleep in the corner. They saw no harp, no bard, no trees, or grass. Many decided they had been dreaming. No one mentioned the fact that they had all dreamed the same thing at the same time. Cili was laughing into the table, content with another days work well done.
"Now that's weird," Zauree suddenly spoke up, "I fell asleep!" Azron nodded, having not paid attention to the show. He was busy designing plans, and hadn't the slightest of idea what had happened around them. Zauree leaned over him and read the map he had drawn out. "Neat." "Indeed." He spoke lowly, waiting for his tichkehr to bring news of Seaven was the man he had come here for, but for some reason he didn't turn up. "I'm tired. Let's find a place to rest." Zauree moaned, at which Azron nodded and slowly folded his map. "Indeed. Let's ask the innkeeper if there is any place for us." Zauree grinned and yawned, tempted to sleep.
Name: Leo Raenawr Status: Peasant Gender: Male Age: 19 Occupation: Inn Worker, employed by the Inn Keeper to clean the lobby and rooms. Finances/economic level: Lower class Hair: Shoulder length, wavy, black Eyes: Green Mouth: soft, lacking heavy pigment. Skin shade: light, almost pale. Height: 5'7 Weight: 125 lbs. Build: thin, stalky. Overall look: Has an odd, but handsome look about him. Innocent looking. Health: Fair. Weapon/Fighting proficiencies: Good with small blades and bow's. Hasn't been exposed to that many weapons. Skills: Practicing simple magic, like cleaning messes and folding bed sheets. History: Father died when he was six. Him, his mother, and his sister had to move from their luxurious farmhouse to a small shack in Sentari. His mother is a maid for a wealthy family, as is his sister, making minimal income. He has recently got a job at the Inn to make ends meet.
Leo walked quickly down the stairs. He seemed to have fallen asleep while fixing a curtain in a vacant room. He anxiously glanced around the lobby, hoping that the Inn Keeper had forgotten that Leo was to report back to him. Everyone in the lobby was chattering quietly. The fire was running low, he tended to it quickly, adding logs from the forest across the way. In the lobby, he noticed that two figures stood amongst the sitting crowd. The man was tall, quite a bit taller than Leo and his female companion. The woman was significantly smaller, and significantly younger. They both talked amongst themselves, and Leo was sure that by the looks on their faces, and the mention of the word 'rest', they wanted a place to stay. "Can I help you, Sir?" Leo asked, walking over to the shady couple.
Zauree cheerily smiled back at, pushing behind her braided black hair. Azron scornfully eyed him at first, possessive of his friend, but slowly eased his expressions. "Maybe. We were wondering if there was a place to stay for the night. My lady and i would require two rooms." Zauree yawned once more, adding: "And oh, even straw beds work if that's all you got." "Straw beds?!" Azron exclaimed, his green eyes shocked on their own. He was from a rich background, and straw beds were something unknown to him. However, being undercover he had to retain his emotions. "I mean, just like the lady wants."
"Sure thing." Leo said suspiciously, eyeing the man and pondering his sudden outburst. "There is one room left. There's two beds, but I'm afraid they are of straw. The curtain needs fixing, and I'll remove it from the room as soon as I can. There shouldn't be any problem about sunlight though." He looked deeper into the couple's faces. She looked cheery; innocent almost. Her soft features were a distraction to his scorned eyes. The fellow, on the other hand, looked very apprehensive, as if hiding something great; great and terrible. "Will you take it?" Leo asked finally.
Sestet had watched the Bard with a knowing smirk on her gentle lips. She fallowed along with the old story she had heard so many times before. A story of the sun, truths and lies. It made her heart ache for the old man. Shaking her head as the finally came she turned her attention to her dinner. The steaming plate before her was so tantalizing she thought it might not be real. Sestet had traveled a long way. This town was told to house many "outlaws". It was rumored to enjoy magical folk. She traveled here in hopes of spreading a positive view of magic. It worried her, to be so close to the capital. In such she was cautious in letting in on her true identity. Instead she planned to stay a while before even attempting the show she was so determined to preform. She looked around the room. Her eyes scanning the walls looking for a sketched wanted poster that conveyed her image. Thankfully she did not find one. She was proud to no she was famous, but only to those she wanted the know of her. She settled down with a long sigh and began to munch on her dinner. Loki sat nibbling at the chunks of food handed to him with a content growl.
((yes I would be rather sad if it died too. I really liked the idea. I thought It had to be quite honest... I was waiting for milove to reply. Guess s/he decided not to... >.> The I just stopped checking I guess....))
((I am a big fantasy fan and was very glad to find this one, but sad to find it so bereft. I used to do RPGs on another thing called mIRC, which is ancient, but it was all Star Trek, which was sad for me. I knew what ops meant once (or does it mean anything?) but I can't remember now))
Cili kept her eyes buried in her arms until the common room had quieted down and she could stop laughing. After a long while, she sat up again, yawning and stretching. It wasn't all an act, because magic always drained her strength just a little bit, and fire was wily. It didn't like the commands of another. It kicked against her will fiercely. It only submitted when it was allowed to roar above its bonds. The inn keep, who had been watching her from the corner of his eye since the show, slowly approached her and dropped a handkerchief before her. "Your wages, miss." He slunk away, both respectful and fearful of her. He didn't like magic. Cili took the packet and hid it beneath her cloak, to inspect later. She had more important matters to tend to. She stood and walked deliberately to Sestet's table, where she sat down, apparently fascinated by the ferret. Leaning forward, she let her hair fall over her face and whispered, "Who are you?" to Sestet. ((By the by, I haven't done RPG in a long time, and even then it was free style and rapidly paced, only lines at a time on a chatting type program rather than paragraphs in a slow manner. I'm not sure of the procedures in taking over an NPC and approaching another played character. If I make a slip, point it out and I'll fix it))
"Uhh...sure. I suppose." Azron spoke shakily, looking towards Zauree who was smiling like always. "Sure, sure! Two beds is as good as two rooms." She spoke joyfully, when suddenly her enthusiasm faltered as she thought of spending the night with a friend who she hardly knew. Well, she had known him for seven years...but that wasn't always enough. Azron noticed the disturbed look on her face but did not want the worker to take much note of it. "So shall we be shown our room?" He spoke so confidently that Zauree was compelled to nudge him. "Idiot...we're acting as poor people. Ask about the rent first." She whispered lowly, and he immediately corrected himself: "I mean...how much would that be?"
"Three pieces of gold." Leo said, trying not to let his weird feelings toward the couple show. He could have sworn that he heard the woman whispering something to the man about being poor. The man smiled awkwardly, as if he had no idea where he was. What is going on? Leo thought to himself. He made a mental note to himself that the couple should be watched, and if need be, he would tell the Inn Keeper about their strange behaviour. "If the price is alright with you," Leo started. "I can lead you to your room."
