Post by Mac Old Site on Mar 22, 2006 15:32:16 GMT -5
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I've had this idea for a while now of a new type of roleplay: a dash of fantasy (just enough to make it intresting), a semi-medieval setting (more like an age of enlightenment but there are ironclad ships, monarchies and new lands for exploration), and plenty of other genres to mix in there. I'll post a bit of a preview of the land where the roleplay'll start and criticizisms will be greatly appreciated!
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The sun peaked over the top of the Hallen Ridge Mountians, spilling light on to Hallen's Valley's village of Hallen town like a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. The red slate roofs of the village houses were identical, in fact if one were to stand at the very peak of Hallen's Summit the roofs would almost blend in with the red, cobblestone streets and the mountain's red stones. The village of Hallentown spread to the edge of Lake Wailling and stopped at the base of the mountains that encased the village.
Surly one would think of why so many things were named after this Hallen, and who exactly he was, but every citizen of Hallentown knew that. Though if a stranger to the city were to ask a bartender why, the strager would be laughed at, but every child also knew the tale.
"Hallen was the savior of the land of Nuiin when the plains were stilled ruled by the Grentral blood," the lad took a sip of the ale the stranger had bought him; the lad was roughly thirteen years of age. "They say it was around a thousand years ago, but no one know's for certain ye hear because they didn' develop the calender a scant five hundred years later. " He paused to take another sip and repositioned himself on the barrel he had chosen in the alley.
"But Hallen was born a simple gaurdsman, but he fell in love with this lady ye see, and they went off and had a marraige and kids. Well, not long after there was a rebellion or somethin' and Hallen came back and overthrew the evil lord who was serving this demon. No- it may have been a god or somethin', well the point is that he saved the day, and all the kings an' queens an' lords an' ladies. . ."
By that time the stranger had heard enough to understand that no one really knew why, they just made up a story that went along with the name.
"Thank you, lad, it was a finely told tale. " The cloaked stranger's voice cooed softly in admiration. Seeing as he was dismissed the lad gulped down the rest of his ale with a hiccup and bundled his way out into the frost bitten air. Most of the time the villager's of Hallentown would scorn at a hidden face, but during the late winter almost everyone bundled into unregconizable shapes.
As she watched the boy run into the nearest doorway the smokey cloaked lady trudged back to the Faithful Miner where she occupied a room.
I've had this idea for a while now of a new type of roleplay: a dash of fantasy (just enough to make it intresting), a semi-medieval setting (more like an age of enlightenment but there are ironclad ships, monarchies and new lands for exploration), and plenty of other genres to mix in there. I'll post a bit of a preview of the land where the roleplay'll start and criticizisms will be greatly appreciated!
IC:||
The sun peaked over the top of the Hallen Ridge Mountians, spilling light on to Hallen's Valley's village of Hallen town like a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. The red slate roofs of the village houses were identical, in fact if one were to stand at the very peak of Hallen's Summit the roofs would almost blend in with the red, cobblestone streets and the mountain's red stones. The village of Hallentown spread to the edge of Lake Wailling and stopped at the base of the mountains that encased the village.
Surly one would think of why so many things were named after this Hallen, and who exactly he was, but every citizen of Hallentown knew that. Though if a stranger to the city were to ask a bartender why, the strager would be laughed at, but every child also knew the tale.
"Hallen was the savior of the land of Nuiin when the plains were stilled ruled by the Grentral blood," the lad took a sip of the ale the stranger had bought him; the lad was roughly thirteen years of age. "They say it was around a thousand years ago, but no one know's for certain ye hear because they didn' develop the calender a scant five hundred years later. " He paused to take another sip and repositioned himself on the barrel he had chosen in the alley.
"But Hallen was born a simple gaurdsman, but he fell in love with this lady ye see, and they went off and had a marraige and kids. Well, not long after there was a rebellion or somethin' and Hallen came back and overthrew the evil lord who was serving this demon. No- it may have been a god or somethin', well the point is that he saved the day, and all the kings an' queens an' lords an' ladies. . ."
By that time the stranger had heard enough to understand that no one really knew why, they just made up a story that went along with the name.
"Thank you, lad, it was a finely told tale. " The cloaked stranger's voice cooed softly in admiration. Seeing as he was dismissed the lad gulped down the rest of his ale with a hiccup and bundled his way out into the frost bitten air. Most of the time the villager's of Hallentown would scorn at a hidden face, but during the late winter almost everyone bundled into unregconizable shapes.
As she watched the boy run into the nearest doorway the smokey cloaked lady trudged back to the Faithful Miner where she occupied a room.