World Of Sylfe(OOC Discussion)

[[OOC: It's been some time since I've touched this roleplay thing. Many of the characters have faded away, much to my displeasure. Moving the roleplay here would be much more convenient right now. No one visits the forum inasmuch as no rain is falling inside our house. It would be appreciable if more people joined, the original characters have developed so much. I am proud to say this, sadly, however, the roleplay has fallen to pieces. In this, I request, that the old roleplayers attempt to make a comeback. If this is not possible, then I would request more people to join the roleplay. I also have another request. If we could start anew the story. I would like this answered before I continue or renew the story.]]

[[OOC: Oh, by the way, please follow this format if posting in this thread.:

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understood?]]

[[OOC: It depends whether they still remember the storyline, as for me I have forgotten everything since we the roleplayers last posted last summer. Yet weeks of work creating the storyline will be wasted so I suggest a refresher course by that I mean summary of what has happened so far, characters, and what tribes they belong to or something like that. That is all.]]

[[OOC: I still believe that RESETTING everything will allow for the roleplay a fresh start. Given the facts, the roleplay's storyline has gone from a block of concrete to a pile of rubble. There are too many complications and contradictions to even make sense of right now.]]

[[OOC: If so, then we shall reset everything, if all the other roleplayers agree with your idea. I'm fine with any idea, as long as only the storyline is resetted.]]

[[OOC: So hast it been written, so shalt it be done.]]

does this sound good?


It has been nearly 400,000 years since the Dark Lord last awakened on the Plane of Sylfe. In those years, a bitter winter ravaged the entire world as his influence spread across the land. The other races took home below the ground as the world fell deeper into disarray. The Dragons, ever just and righteous, remained on the surface to stand in open defiance of the Dark Lord.

They were outnumbered by the Dark Lord's forces that were summoned from other times and other realities. Just in the nick of time, from a faraway land, the Ceree rose and at their head, the very first purple dragon of their kind. Malkknrre was his name, a name that necessitates a forked tongue to be able to pronounce properly. He was a great general, eventually, he drew all the races from their slumber and united them against the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord's armies were vanquished, but he himself proved too powerful. The Dragons launched a last ditch attempt at defeating the Dark Lord. As their best warriors attacked, the rest gathered around the Dark Lord and sang. They sacrificed their lives to distract the Dark Lord enough so that the most powerful magi of the Ceree could finally seal him.

Now, the Dark Lord stirs once more in his prison. The ancient guardians left by the dragons, the Ceree, keep vigilant watch over him. The Ceree were born from the mixing of Elfinkind and Dragonkind.

The clans, the Highwind, the Swift Tail, the Agile Talon and the Bright Scales make a move to unify against the threat that looms over the entirety of Sylfe. Once, as the stories told, Ceree, Syllithe, Aespectriil, Elf, Dwarf and Dragon became as one and drove the evil from their lands.

The world shudders under the stress that the Dark Lord puts upon it. However, there are not only two factions are working in the world, there are many. Good, Evil and those in between.

The Gelendrian Bloom, the Rose of Sanctuary and the Lily of Peace, three all-powerful artifacts lost in history are now needed. The codex of ages, a book chronicling the entire history of Sylfe has resurfaced and in it, the secrets of the world and that which came before it.

The gate of worlds, in the frozen north, calls to individuals of the Ceree to discover their origin, the plane of Aznala where the being called Courage once reigned supreme. However, to open it, the three powerful artifacts must be used.

In a distant continent called Malleithen, the line between the world of reality and the world of dreams blurs. The call has gone out from its denizens to set things right.

You are a creature born into this world, the paths are laid out, which will you choose? It is time to toss the sa'mit(two pairs of wooden discs carved with symbols that are used for games by the Ceree).

sound great, but needs a bit of extension

ELVES:


In regard to how they were created, one should already know that.



Elves are the wisest of all species, as they spend most of the time meditating, pondering questions that are impossible or very hard to answer. It was this reason that they were rarely seen, and even then when in the forests. But lets get to the root of it all; They respected life, for they didn't want to be killed or abused themselves. They ate only what they needed, and then only fruits of vegetables.

They are very musical, with beautiful voices and songs. Their complexion were handsome and pretty, but they were masters of not being seen. The spirits, while they were still alive, respected the Elves as the Elves respected life. So they gave Elves a gift: The gift of being the strongest (in potential) spell-casters. The Elves drew from the energy of life to power the spells, but mainly themselves. It was this that gave them their speed, grace, and long-living.

When need requires it, they go to the only Elven City reserved for such occasions. They mass and make a formidable army, and once a century they also meet in that City to swap knowledge and exchange tactics. They store their knowledge in the most obvious place ever, so other Species will never be able to guess. They store it in the life of a tree.

There is a king and queen of the Elves, but they rarely use their power. They only conduct battles and organize the events. If needed, they can track down a rogue elf and arrest them.

Little other races know about the Elves, except what the elves tell them. When the Dark One rose, the Elven population was nearly destroyed, but it was their magics that gave the other species the chance to banish him.

(( Um. Hi. I'm here merely because Golden-dono won't let me rest in peace and read my Shaman King manga until I come here and start to damn roleplay.

Some of you may already know me (hi Elf-san, Thoron-kun 8D). I pity you.

Well, I guess this is where I should post my 'introdution'... is it? ))

You could post in the 'Wayfarer's Inn" board. Welcome to the forum! And it's not like I was forcing you to come!

Finally! A newcomer posts. Welcome to the Planes of Shah'Haien Forum!. Hope you have a great time and blah blah blah.... Anyways, welcome!

No,it's not I've been forced,it's more like annoyed to death for a good cause.

Lol. Well, you could get on the chatbox at the top of the forum. People there could update you on recent events

Maybe one day. Gotta go now,I have karate. I come back at eleven. o/~

EDIT: ...it's eleven here, at least. Well,that'll have to wait anyways- class.

Soooo.... when do you plan to get started?

It depends. I'd make good use of a quick recap.

In a nutshell, the Dark One has broken free of his prison, but hasn't made any moves against the denizens of Sylfe. Saffyre, a being of limitless power but was once mortal, has returned to Sylfe, lovesick. She looks for Malkuthe, once chieftain of the Highwind tribe. In Saffyre's wake, the Traighluhn and the servants of the ancient malevolence called the Eternal Destiny arrive on Sylfe.

Basically, the world is now caught up in a whirlwind of forces that fight for supremacy in the world. You could start in Ha'San Mien, sanctuart from the waves that is the only remaining human city in the world.