[rp] The Light Of Lyria [closed]

First of all. This looks to be a cool and good RP ^^

That map is incredibly well made. Di you make it yourself?

When I started reading the thread I was like: "I feel like I've seen this before. Haven't I?"
Turns out I had. :P

Noticed that too :/
Everyone Is John was my try to counteract that though it doesn't fill out the role yours does.

That is too much like me. XP

Oh come on.
I might've chosen Kitsune if you hadn't changed :/

 

I think he used a map-making software called Inkarnate.

 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯
oops.

 

It's okay dude ^^

 

Application:
((I understand that, with the limited information you have, it may be a struggle to construct a character that fits with Lyria's society in looks and name. Consult me in PMs for help. I could write paragraphs on a race's appearance.))


Your mind still feels so incomplete, yawning holes boring into your skull. Who are you? What is this place?
"The answers you seek may come in time, if you survive long enough. But for now, simply answer: What is your name? Think carefully. I will not hesitate to call you something dumb for the rest of your short life."

Elzen

As you speak your name, your head's desire for answers is quenched. The mist presses around you, and suddenly you have it. A personality. True feelings. What these are, however, are up to you.

"Yes, that's better, is it not? Now, give me your race. The knowledge of which I have planted should tell you what you desire."

Wood elf

Your body seems to shift at that. What was once a dark blob is now an outline of you. But it's incomplete.
"Your appearance?"

Appearance here. 278, 2.5m, tall but generally slender, black hair and pale skin

The shadows again shift, forming every minute detail. Then, they still and solidify. You are, at last.
"Now, your chosen ability. What will it be?"

Just PMed you about that

Power suddenly courses through you. The rapid thump heartbeat can be heard in the void as adrenaline surges high. But then it's gone, and you feel mortal again. Something to regain, perhaps.
"Perfect. Now, anything else you would like to add?"
I'd like to start in Edana
Your ego has been fed enough XD
Jk you're the best

 

But the others of us would like to know too ;-;

 

Oh. Didn't know that existed. looks cool.

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I'd like details on what Lycans are in this RP since there are a lot of different versions of the throughout fiction.

Also how is it that the voice is dropping us into the world. People seem to know us though we don't know anyone.

 

Don't question it. Just deal with it.

 

((wait, I can do that? I wrote up a 3 page wall of text backstory on docs JUST to explain the amnesia!))

 

I don't know, just ask @Erika & Ephraim

 

I'd just like to know how it works. Like does it put us into the body of a person that already exists and fits our description or does it alter the world so that we've always been there?

What the hell? Why'd you think you had to do that?

 

It was a choice between just having gotten a head injury last night or going completely crazy with the backstory, giving my character a major handicap and making playing in general that much harder for the fun of it.

Sort of like the whole array/array of queuestacks thing
i'm just going to assume you'll get the reference

 

When in doubt, go for the simplest solution.

M A G I C

Also the voice probably manipulates memories and stuff

 

"Yer shippin' out soon, lads. The guys 'er in charge'll give ye a bit to say goodbye to yer families an' whatnot, but ye all need to be in front o' tha ((whatever direction the capital is)) gates by noon."
About half the group, standing tense, visibly ease.
"Well then, thar's yer orders fer today. DISMISSED!"

People are looking around, shuffling in their lines. Was that really the entire speech?
Well, this is the military, things ought to be short and cordial.
I ponder on the info. Where is this capital? From the captain's remarks, it sounds like a haven for rich jerks. Maybe -

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One useless monologue later
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- and that means that the conspiracy that's probably going on was already solved! Aha!
Wait. Is everyone already gone?

"uuh... oops?" I say out loud. I must have been standing here for at least an hour. The courtyard is empty, and I'm pretty sure that was tumbleweed.
How did nobody snap me out of it? DO I really have no friends? Did they all really lea-
Ok they did.
I have bigger problems right now. Namely, where are the gates? I have to move quickly - wait, how much time do I have to lose? I woke up around an hour ago, military's gonna have you up early... and it looks like I have several hours.

Phew. It looks like it's impossible to be late. I don't remember any family that I probably have here, and gates are probably in walls. I take another look up at the them. In the midmorning sun, I would expect them to look rather picturesque, but the wall itself is gray and battered, like it has been through several attacks with nowhere near enough people to restore it ((Tar Valon this is not)). Well, it's not like I can control time or anything, so I better leave. As I walk back into the barracks, looking for a front door, I realize I have absolutely no idea how orderly or chaotic this city is. Better take the spear, just in case.

As I walk out into the streets, I find a strange mix. There are soldiers patrolling the streets in an orderly fashion, streets that look like they're at the brink of lawlessness. Fabrics hang in abandoned stalls, torn and tattered. The paths look like they were paved centuries ago, slowly degrading into a mass of irregular stone plates, grimy with use. The buildings tower on either side of the small road I'm in, creating almost a claustrophobic feeling. Shady figures lurk in the shadows, waiting for the watchful eyes of the guards to slip away from their chosen victims.

I can just barely see part of the wall, looming to my right. Judging by the sun, it looks like that's the direction of the ((I didn't do the worldbuilding ok i'll replace this when i know the direction)) gate.
Well, I have plenty of time, it's basically a straight line, and I'm armed. What could go wrong? Well the fact that I'm thinking that in it of itself is probably a bad idea, but whatever.

 

I couldn't decide on one yet

 

Everyone around you is being manipulated to believe you exist even though you in fact never were beforehand.

Also sorry guys, in three Pre-AP classes and I need to get their work done before anything else.

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Basically. I based all of my godly pantheon after real processes (more like Titans than gods as they personify instead of just controlling). The particular god personifies something related.

 

Your mind still feels so incomplete, yawning holes boring into your skull. Who are you? What is this place?
"The answers you seek may come in time, if you survive long enough. But for now, simply answer: What is your name? Think carefully. I will not hesitate to call you something dumb for the rest of your short life."

Viribus
As you speak your name, your head's desire for answers is quenched. The mist presses around you, and suddenly you have it. A personality. True feelings. What these are, however, are up to you.

"Yes, that's better, is it not? Now, give me your race. The knowledge of which I have planted should tell you what you desire."

Draconian

Your body seems to shift at that. What was once a dark blob is now an outline of you. But it's incomplete.
"Your appearance?"

Human
Appears 18
Around 6 ft. tall
Black hair
Muscular

Draconian
62(Young)
Around 11 ft.
Has Dark Grey Scales, wings are in development, and has eyes the color of blood.





Muscular
The shadows again shift, forming every minute detail. Then, they still and solidify. You are, at last.
"Now, your chosen ability. What will it be?"

Can make others see him as a human

Power suddenly courses through you. The rapid thump heartbeat can be heard in the void as adrenaline surges high. But then it's gone, and you feel mortal again. Something to regain, perhaps.
"Perfect. Now, anything else you would like to add?"
He is not good nor evil, he is simply himself.

 

Well wheeeee. We're out of space.
Ya know what, since I'm too nice for my sanity, I'll increase the cap to accommodate all of you. Please dear god don't make me type three paragraphs per person. That's over 45 paragraphs, which is like waaaay my limit. Actually atleast double all of my summer assignments, and doing that every day...

From this moment until further notice, we are closed.

((You're accepted. I'll be working on the next batch of responses soon, after I add all the new people. Sit tight))

((Accepted as well. PM me if you have any more questions on the race thing or want to change anything))

((Accepted as well))

((Accepted as well)

((Will be PMing you about grimlins since your ability makes no sense in it's current state. Your spot is reserved, and you can join whenever you fix it.))

((The PM shalt be replied to))

((If you could try not to skip forward with the time, that'd be nice. It's hard enough to keep everyone on the same you know... dimension as is. And boy would it be awkward if you were already at the capital by the time my evil plans to get you all to kill each other came into effect))

((Accepted))

 

It's the map.
Something I've notices with forum RP's is, if you have a fancy map of a fantasy land, you'll attract tons of people.

 

I should hope so. Just the final draft took me a full day to make. Not even counting at least six others I tried.