Alistan: A Kingdom Divided

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    Is the conflict between the cult and the kingdom necessary? Have any ideas to add into that plot? Discuss them in the discussion/plotting thread! 4

    1. Yes (4) 100%
    2. No (0) 0%

    Realm Of the Decidueye-



    In Character


    Dracnias:


    The darkness that flowed from out of the sky, surrounding me with uncertainty and fear as the night wore on. The conditions I was in were immensely uncomfortable, and there wasn't anywhere that was good enough for me to sleep fine. After the end of the conflict with the Pyres, I was kicked out of the kingdom into the exiled lands, just shortly before my father died. My sister was missing, so there wasn't anyone who could take the throne, leaving it open for others to fight for. Though the throne was rightly mine, no one knew I was still alive. I was stuck in the exiled lands, a place where the worse of criminals went to die a slow and painful death. There was no food, water, and there was a random chance that the volcano nearby would erupt, leaving me to wither away. It was definitely not a good way to go.


    But I knew it was time to leave, I knew my kingdom would need me. Shortly before I had been exiled, rumors of a elven cult roaming around had surfaced, surprising many people. Many hadn't heard of the elves in quite some time now, so it was shocking that they were planning something. Many had thought of them as extinct, wiped from the earth, never to be seen again. But then occasionally elven bandits would appear. Which wasn't too hard to take care of, but a massive cult of elves would prove problems, that was for sure. But how would I get out of the exiled lands, when an invisible wall blocked the prisoners from escaping it? Someone would have to disable it from the outside, and that may be Impossible...


    The ground, rusted with death and molten rock, shook. At first I thought the vibrations from the ground was coming from my imagination, but then It got louder, and then the sounds of rocks falling came to my ears. It was another eruption from the volcano...


    Damn....


    Adrian:


    Mylo:



    Out Of Character


    Alright, everyone welcome to the roleplay thread. Sorry it took so long to make it but here you go!


    ♚ makaio

    "It has been several months..."

    "Yes, yes indeed."

    "Those fools, they have no right to the throne of Kalikan! Not while Dracinas still lives!"

    "Exiled for false pretenses... outrageous!"

    "But to commit men to retrieve him?"

    "Not while we are subject to force from the other Lords."


    A group of Denick's finest noblemen, women, and Dwarven kin gathered in the Great Hall of Denick, all in the struggle to formulate a solution to the impending conflict that would sunder Alistan as a nation.

    As they theorized, Jophiel stood in the midst of it all, stroking his stubble as he considered the wisdom of these elders. Looking at his hand, he found a couple of short silver-white hairs within his beard. It was then that he registered how much tension and stress was thrust upon him in the few short weeks that the kingdom had crumbled apart.


    "Lord Raldin!" Frederick shouted above the other nobles, forcing the room to hush.


    The lord snapped from his daze for a moment, registering that the general's father had been trying to call his name several times, but was stifled by the other voices in the room. "U-uh, yes, my apologies. Yes Frederick?"


    "Denick looks to you for the final decision." The man said with a somber tone.


    The time to wait was over. Lords began their fight for the throne of Alistan. Those who once were brothers in arms now turned to bitter enemies. Rivalry ignited into feud. Alliances and treacheries formed. In the end, only one would be left standing after Alistan's Great Civil War.

    Staring at the ground for what seemed like half an hour, the Lord of Denick contemplated his final decision. Everything was crucial, but without a successor, all was lost. It all boiled down to one thing: his people. "My elders," His voice echoed out into the room. "I, the Lord of Denick, hereby decree a state of secession from the Kingdom of Alistan!" Though this raised a few surprised exchanges between the nobles, everyone quickly silenced themselves to listen further. "Dracinas, for all that we know, will not return from exile in time to save the kingdom from ruin, and no doubt once the throne is claimed, sights will be set upon Denick. Withdraw all trade from the other regions. Afterwards, no one is to enter, and no one is to leave. All resources will be invested upon the preservation of our people." All the lords stood up at this resolution with an acknowledged expression, serious and solemn. Raising their glasses, they swore allegiance to their lord.


    "To the Lord of Denick! By his will, it will be done!"


    As the elders, great-merchants, and military officials cleared out of the room, Jophiel was left alone in the bitter cold of the Great Hall. He was surprised, at the moment, as he did not even feel the cold as all the men and women in the room breathed vapor with every word. Even some of the glasses, still carrying liquor, had frozen over. Frost tinted each and every glass in the room, and even with the fire burning in the grand hearth, the floor and walls remained bitterly cold. Lord Jophiel inspected one of the glasses in his hand, looking at himself through the reflection. His beard seemed almost frosted over, as if covered in a dusting of snow. The nobles had noticed this change as well, but Jophiel knew they would not speak a word of it. It made them feel better to call it stress, if only it was stress. Suddenly, as he gazed into the reflection, he looked deeply into his own eyes, watching them transcend in horror. The once deep brown spheres began to turn deathly white, tinted sapphiric by the magic within him. The glass began to crack. Jophiel gave a little gasp of surprise as the vessel shattered in his hand, liquid dripping down onto his hand. Only it wasn't liquid anymore. Red shards fell to the floor, scattering in all directions across the room. Looking down at the glass, he saw his reflection once again, and yet another change. A strand of hair began to lose its black color, fading into a ghastly white that almost matched his eyes in tone. Stepping back from the glass, he carefully made his way to a chair beside the large table in the center of the room. A large bang sundered the air as he slammed his fist upon the table with a roar of anger before coddling his temple with his hands.


    As the Lord recollected himself, he felt a hand land atop his shoulder, colder than anything in the room, even than his own touch. Slowly, Jophiel turned around to look for the presence in the room, but he was all alone.




    Upon the exiled island...


    A flashing shadow whipped to and from Dracinas's view amongst the deathly, rotting trees lain across the wasteland. Movement. Though just a flicker, movement meant life. And anything living that was present on the exiled island did not belong there. Not. At. All.

    Realm Of the Decidueye-



    Jayson


    Dracnias:


    Eruption, then a quick whiff of black zooming back and forth in front of me. My eyes narrowed, unsure of how life would still be here, as big molten balls of fiery hell were descending towards us, there wasn't enough time to get out alive. It was a slim chance we'd make it out alive. But a chance was still a chance, and I was willing to take that chance, though it meant a probable death. "What are you? What do you want me to do?" That was it. No "What do you want with me?" or "What are you going to do to me?" If I were to live long enough to become a king, it was time to become more authoritative.


    A molten red rock crashed down a few feet from me, sending me to the side to hit the barren rock hard ground. Bruised, I attempted survival till the spirit gave me his command.


    Adrian:


    A legion or so of darkened elves, that was all we had so far for the soul crushing plan of domination. It wasn't my fault recruit-ion was slow, in fact, it wasn't even my job. Whoever was in charge of that should be executed. We need more people in order for our plans to work, we're definitely going to have to go with out devious plan B, because today was the deadline and we didn't have any time left to recruit. It was time to initiate our war cries and leave, heading out from the forebidden lands through deep blackened tunnels to make it to the mainland.


    "Everyone!" A royal member of the cult yelled out from the center of the Metios, our version of an auditorium. There was at least a couple thousand members now, everyone of them dead silent as soon as the head elf spoke. "Unfortunately, due to the amount of recruits we currently have, we have no choice but to go with Operation Tulan..."

    Out Of Character

    TEXT HERE

    ♚ makaio

    on the island:


    A syriialaan glanced up as a figure appeared silhouetted against the open tree. Her wings glared as she sharpened her gaze into a dagger like glare inannoyance, teeth bared in annoyance. "Don't you dare!" She growled in her own language. Her tail lashing before she fell back on all four paws. Her gorgeous fur lightly colored with the stunning wings seemed to glimmer as she moved. Her blazing eyes softened as the silhouette came down and stretched up to reveal a teenage elf.


    "Sorry mom.. jeez." A lilting voice said in a soft tone a slight shone down between the tree at the figure. Turquoise hair fell softly to the ground in soft waves and pointed ears showed elf heritage. The elf smirked as she lightly hip checked the royal syriialaan and shook her head. She was on the island and there seemed to be some activity nearby. She needed to be careful so she could avoid detection. It appeared the activity was from a dark cult and she would much rather stay away from the darn thing. Her tanned skin was stained with dried blood and she had a wound on one shoulder barely beginning to heal though.


    Markings glowed softly on one arm going across to her back, marking her as royalty. A cobalt leopard patrolled the area quietly and huffing softly to the duo as she growled, signaling they should move before being spotted. Verona wasn't one to dawdle and she refused to have her friend taken by anyone away from her. The princess of thieves rolled her eyes fondly and shook her head "I'll be careful as we move ... I promise." She spoke quickly and efficiently. Her words softly spoken in the light voice she carried. The syriialaan huffed back to the elf and shook her head, gesturing to her back so the blood dripping from wounds still open and raw wouldn't leave a trail behind them as they moved. With a sigh, the turquoise haired elf mounted and allowed the duo of cats lead the way towards a better shelter. To do so though, they had to cross an open expanse of deserted land. The elf ducked as the two felines crouched and began to run across it, hoping they could make it without signaling where they were.

    OOC: So it's okay if I... Take Dracinas to Adrian?

    IC:

    Without warning, two other shadowy figures approached Dracinas from behind. Unusually quiet, their presence barely even a flicker of existence, they shoved the opening of a sack over the exiled prince's head. Though they did so with some difficulty, which gave away their lack of strength, they did so with an urgent and unexpected quickness.


    OOC: Apologies for the short blurb. My characters have no real role until the invasion starts; I will be putting them in here and there though.

    Verona glanced at the duo and huffed quietly to make sure they stayed put while she quickly scanned for any danger. As she maneuvered her dark colored body away from the elf and the royal Syriialaan, a bunch of shadows converged, making her separated from her bonded and the cobalt cheetah growled and paced, wanting to reach her friend, until a swift blow behind her skull caused her to fall limp.


    The Syriialaan growled and snapped her jaws at incoming shadows, she refused to allow her bonded to be in danger. Her teeth bared as she growled, wings outspread and fur rising as she dared anyone to come closer. Fingers pointed to the elf on the back of the creature before she hissed. "Liiana, stop. You're making it worse." A soft whisper encouraged from her back, causing whirling eyes to glance at the elf in time for a figure to dart forward and grab the elf while her attention was diverted. "Mistress!" A keening growl came forth as the creature lunged only to have her body caught in a net, turquoise green and blue fur ruffling until someone knocked her out swiftly with a blow to her head. "No!" The elf cried out as she struggled within the grasp of hands.


    A hand came down...a bit lighter than he ones to her bonded creatures and pressed against the reassure point on her neck and caught her as she fell. The arms lifted the unconscious elf carefully in a bridal style carry and walked back towards the group of the cult, walking to their leader Adrian and gently laying the elf on the ground, wincing as blood came off and appeared on her tan skin. Turquoise hair splayed out among the floor as she lay there before stirring slightly, her eyes fluttering open before closing and she tried to sit up, head pounding.


    HazelGrey

    I honestly don't care if he is or not but figured since I thought he and My elf are meeting may as well lol

    Realm Of the Decidueye-



    Jayson



    Dracnias: A pair of chaotic black hands grabbed me and instantly everything began to swirl around- Causing me to become to dizzy. It felt as if I was being lifted and transported to another space, and when I finally touched solid ground again, it almost gave me a heart attack. Some trees were blocking my view, but now I could hear the voices regarding some... Elves? Right. Where was I though? What was the reason for this?


    Adrian: The tunnels to the mainland had been graded with dirt and other materials to provide naturalistic settings, to give people a sense of refreshment. Torches aligned the paths throughout, illumines cent with spells to keep them lit. In front of me, a elven prisoner is brought towards me, clearly mistaking me for a leader. Well, they aren't wrong. I am a leader, but I am not the main leader of the cult. Our leader would be our elven lord, not a pesky mortal like me. Regardless, I could still prove my worth by leading.


    "What is your name?" I asked, simple voicing and tone.


    Out Of Character


    Sorry for waiting to post so long.


    ♚ makaio

    No worries!


    Stunning turquoise eyes raised to meet the eyes of Adrian and she froze. The young elven female was unsure what to do...her gaze flicking from Adrian to her surroundings. she was hesitant to say anything. Her voice hadn't been used in a long time. The turquoise hair fell in soft waves around her kneeling form as she stared at Adrian. Her shoulders tensed but almost immediately they relaxed again....pain flashing across the soft eyes. Pain pounded in her head as she glared at the male and glanced at her bonded friends whom had stationed by her side...well one over her.


    A low growl came form behind a group and a turquoise, green, and blue furred feline leaped over the ground to stand over the elf, wings spread as a dark growl came from the syriialaan. Liiana wasn't pleased. Her icy eyes were glaring at Adrian and her fur bristled and wings outstretched. You alright your highness? the royal creature asked softly to the Princess of Thieves. I'm fine, my shoulder hurts a bit but I can handle. Kamaria (switched her name) spoke back in a low growl and soft meow...the language of her bonded. Her fingers fisted into the fur as she made herself sit up.


    Veorna was instantly beside her bonded, blue and spotted fur bristling just like Liiana. Her teeth bared until a soft murmur from her bonded allowed her to relax slightly. The cobalt cheetah nuzzled her friend, all the while glaring daggers at Adrian as the elf spoke at last "My name is none of your concern." she replied softly to Adrian, voice cracking and broken as she hadn't spoken a regular language in a long time. Her throat closed after these words and she went into coughing violently, her eyes closing as her body shook slightly.

    Adrian:


    "Your name is one that is of honorable blood isn't it? Why does that make it not my concern to know?" He leaned closer to her, "It is my business, if I make it my business..." He whispered, trailing off towards the edge. "I really just wanted this to be a more formal occasion for you." His elegant voice, boomed around them, causing everyone to turn in their wake towards the two.