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Heres something i wrote, i've used the promt for RP's befor buuuttt its actually a story i've been working on since i was 10 only this is the shorter version since my original is hand written and long as heck. but hey, you might like it anyway.


Prologue
A brief history

On the planet of Marisha a single immense ocean covers most of the surface, all in fact but a single continent, Heraldran. This lonely piece of land that is under constant siege by the seas is covered by an ocean of its own , an ocean of trees. Broken only in two places; the north, where the cold is too unbearable for any life to last more then a day, and along the vast range of steep mountains called the “Veraner divide“. Throughout the woods a plethora of small villages rest, each peaceful and independent. Unfortunately no peace lasts forever.

In the year 153 of the only surviving records; it is said a foul wind began to blow across the land from the east. It is described as something you cannot see nor even smell, but feel. Change, in all its inevitability, was upon Heraldran and nothing could ever be the same again.

At first the changes were small and by all definition, profitable for the people. Bonds began to be forged between the villages until they eventually became a single kingdom. This proud nation was called Dramance, and though it was still built of many small towns that refused to build to near to each other, it stood united among the trees. Unfortunately, change always has a bad side; without even a subtle warning all of the westernmost towns ended all communication with Dramance. Scouts were sent to investigate but what they found was unsettling. A massive wall had been built, dividing the entire continent, and at the center of the great wall, stood an ominous, sealed gate.

All at the same time the frigid north began to thaw, and a strange people appeared in the new, white forest that grew suddenly from the snow. These people were called the Mayins; They were a strange people, based around humans, but paler and taller. The Mayins kept to themselves, but an event was approaching that would unite all the people who lived outside the wall of the west, the opening of the great gate.

The year was 231 and the people of Dramance had never known bloodshed until it was thrusted in their face by those that came through the gate. A foul people surged out of the gate as a single massive army. These people were later described as rotten men not only because of their hearts, but their very flesh looked and smelled of decay. They were relentless in their killing; moving from town to town slaughtering every man, mother and child without a single hindrance. When all seemed lost and mothers kissed their children goodbye; a small army of Mayin men marched to meet the enemy and, wielding swords made of enchanted adamite, they drove the brutes back; all the way to the gate, and there they hewed each and every remaining man.

Those Dramance people who had survived celebrated the end of their fears, but not the Mayin. They remained stone faced, gathered up their weapons and returned to the north. There, each and every sword was destroyed.

Years passed and the destroyed towns were slowly rebuilt. Life began to return to the little houses throughout the forest, but there was nothing rebuilt near the wall again, and though the damage was repaired, fear still existed around the wall, like a scar on the otherwise healed nation.

In the years following Dramance’s restoration. Swords became a household item, and youth were trained to use them. Grandparents began to tell legends, and stories and legends again. Children were allowed to walk about in the forest, each one with his own cause. Happy days had returned to the world and suffering subsided to story telling. One of the most popular stories says that not all the Mayin survived, and that somewhere in the woods, the sword of one of these heroes must be hiding, undisturbed…waiting.





















Chapter 1
A less then happy birthday.

“16 and nothing to show for it!!!!!!” the sound of Mytharios baritone voice echoed in the looming wood that surrounded him as he ran through the trees. He continued to run, ignoring the sound of twigs snapping as his feet fell heavily on the ground. His mind raced, full of disappointment.
To any curious onlooker it would be clear that he longed more than anything for change. Sixteen years and his life was still the same, and Myth couldn’t help but feel hopeless because of it, swept up in the waves of the world, unable to even step out side the life he had become so dependant on. If only he knew change was on his door step…
Myth yelled once more, ignoring his cramps as he continued onward until something caught his foot, the world flew upward around him and before he knew it he was face down in the foliage. Spitting dirt out of his mouth he slowly rose to his feet. Laughter spewed from his mouth as he leaned against a nearby tree, his anger finally subsiding. To himself he muttered “well obviously I have changed, cause that’s never happened before.” Another chuckle left his mouth and he began walking again grinning broadly, flashing his perfect teeth.
“Now lets see what the culprit is” Myth mused as he leaned down to brush the leaves off whatever had tripped him. He expected a tree root was to blame, but what he found couldn’t have been more different. A sword in a thick leather sheath lay before him a glittering hilt that appeared to be silver, was partially pulled away from the sheath revealing the most perfect blade Mythario had ever seen. /But what was it doing here?/ the thought entered his mind. Without another though he lifted it from the ground and carried it to a nearby tree.
He sat down in a gap between its extensive roots and began to inspect the blade more thoroughly. The metal sparkled as he slowly removed the sheath. When it was completely off he held it upright before his face. The surface was so well polished it worked like a mirror showing myth the face he had grown so tired of seeing. He had sandy blonde hair, messy from lack of care, that folded along his narrow face. His bangs stopped above the two, brown caterpillar like, eyebrows that complimented his soft blue grey eyes. Before looking anymore Myth spat on the reflection, “Thanks a lot dad! had to give me your face didn’t you!” he grumbled as he resheathed the blade “and now your gone again, just like you have been for 10 years!”
At that he leapt to his feet, clenching the sword tightly in his hand. Only then did he see the pillar of smoke rising from some distant fire. “HOME!!!!!” Myth didn’t even wait till he had said the whole word before bolting the direction of the smoke. Tears welled in his eyes as the thought ran through his mind /worst birthday ever/.

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The forest began to thin as he approached his town. Ash and rubble filled the air around him, making him cough, but he kept running until….he saw it. What was once the crowded and boisterous town he had grown up in, was suddenly no more than a ghost town. Dead bodies lay hewn along the crumbling walls of destroyed buildings, only two structures remained intact one was a small barn where a horse still whinnied as if calling for help, and the other, caked in grey ash was… “home!” Myth yelled, and dashed to his crumbling doorway.
“Mother!” he called once, twice, then three times, until faintly from the kitchen he heard his name. slowly he walked in, blood was splashed along the surrounding walls and small cooking knives were scattered across the floor dripping thick black liquid that slightly resembled rotten blood.
“Mythario” he heard his name again from the far side of the room. In the corner a mangled body had propped its self against the wall.
“MOM!” he ran to her side and saw the extent of her injuries, along with many wide gashes there was a rusty sword impaled between her ribs.
“Mother who did this?!” he gasped as he knelt beside her, ignoring the blood soaking into his pants.
She opened her mouth and croaked her last words. “Son, I’m proud to be your mother and I love you, but you must stop them, go to Gibranth and find someone to help you, the country must be warned, tell them…the black gate has opened” at those words she collapsed.
Mythario choked back his sobs and rose to his feet. He trembled and said, “I will go, so that you may rest in peace,” then turned and walked out of the building. As he left the doorway, the roof collapsed -a burial for Anna, mother of Myth Beren-.
Myth began to cry openly now, but did not turn around, he walked towards the small horse stable to quiet the creature. Engraved on the stable’s wall was “Koronto -king of the wood” /So it is him/ Myth thought to himself, and he pushed the door open. Koronto stood right in the doorway, already saddled and ready to go. “Finally, a stroke of luck” he murmured then swung himself onto the horse. Then patting its neck he whispered in the horses ear, “to Gibranth.” without warning they were off, flying northward through the ruins, and then the thick forests beyond.

Trees whizzed past, hanging down from overhead like great spidery hands, looming in on Myth’s already uneasy mind. But he remained determined, straddling his horse as they both silently soared though the black night, speeding to Gibranth. As they rode a trail of tears seemed to remain suspended in the air behind them, glittering slightly in the dim moonlight. Mythario did his best to remain stone faced, to be strong for his mom, and for his town even though inside his insides seemed to all contract, trying to squeeze a sob out of him like trying to squeezing the last drop of water out of an all but dry sponge. Still even with his insides screaming for mercy, nothing hurt more then his head, since leaving into the wood a splitting headache pulled on myths last cords of self restraint.
It’s the kind of head ache you get when you lose someone dear to you, and believe me, you don’t know what it feels like till you’ve had one. But if you haven’t you’ll have to do your best to imagine, as the pain is indescribable.
Still, with all the pain, and all the misery Myth remained unbroken, like a great dam, the only visible sigh of his turmoil was the steady stream of tears that streak his face. Time passed and finally the woods began to thin, and lights and sound could be faintly seen and heard in the distance. It was Gibranth.
Gibranth was a notorious town inhabited by constantly coming and going mercenaries, thieves, hunters, and assassins. Best described by the fact its only permanent residents were the owners of the bar and inn, if both weren’t such large building the town wouldn’t even have a name. Mythario had no clue how he was going to find help in such a place but his mother specifically said “Gibranth” so he knew there must be a way. At that thought the trees abruptly stopped, leaving them in a well lit clearing. Just in sight was the legendary, if not infamous, “Copper tin inn” and “brew and grub pub.” each was full of light and noise.
Myth dismounted Koronto clumsily and gabbing the reigns pulled himself up strait to get a better view of the town. Beside the inn was a small run down stable with a faint light flickering from candle light inside the roof looked shabby but sturdy and a foul stench stretched into the street from the overused, un cleaned stalls. Koronto bluntly threw his nose up to it and looked to find another shelter, clearly displeased by the dwelling prepared for him. Noticing this Mythario stroked the horses dark mane and whispered in its ear,
“I know its no home but it will have to do for tonight.” Koronto, seeming to understand bowed his head and began to strut solemnly towards the dinky stable. Myth followed a little behind deep in though ‘its no home but it will do for tonight, but, how many times would he say that he has no home now, after he gets this help where does he go? Will he ever have a home?’ Myth noticed his eyes had begun tearing up again and quickly shook his head, but he let the tears roll down his face leaving lines in the soot and grime coating his face. Koronto then whinnied stamping his foot at the door of the least filthy of the stalls.
“Alright you proud beast, hold on just a second” he said, slightly amused as he walked to open the stall door. Inside was small but relatively clean with hey strewn across the floor and a bowl of murky looking water in the corner. The horse again displayed his disgust but obediently entered none the less. Myth followed in and removed Koronto’s saddle leaving the horse doubtless more comfortable and draped it over the nearest wall.
“there, you can sleep here tonight” he said briskly “its not nice but you’ll live” it then hit him “wait where am I going to sleep!?” Myth dug in his pockets desperately then relaxed as he remembered. His birthday money, 10 Truckets in his back pocket, more then enough for a room and food. Relieved he turned and walked out saying over his shoulder as he did,
“looks like your sleeping alone after all, see you in the morning.” It wasn’t much but this glimmer of luck after today felt like the blessing of an angel to him, however his grim expression did not expire as he walked to the doors of the large black box like building of the inn. Without much thought of his appearance myth pushed open the doors displaying a surprisingly bright and clean entrance hall with a counter in the middle of the room. The other walls were lined with doors except the one on the left which held a large staircase that lead to the floors above. On the counter was a large shabby looking mass of hair and clothing which myth presumed to be the inn keeper asleep on the job, his arm stretched across the table with a dainty feather duster dangling from his fingers. Beside his head was a small silver bell that had writing that read ‘for service, please ring bell loudly.’
Myth snatched it up and began shaking in it violently’ an expression of impatience on his filth stained face. The black mass before him grunted then shuddered, and with surprising speed jerked up and stared at Myth, half asleep. After a moment he seemed to gain awareness of where he was then squinted trough his bush like eyebrows, then a gruff voice came from somewhere in his forest of a bearded.
“Boy you look like you’ve gone to hell and back, what do you want?” the tone was all but polite, yet friendly none the less, getting over his shock and bewilderment Myth then spoke , realizing just how small he was as he looked into the blue eyes of the giant man befor him.
“I-I wish to stay here” he finally stammered.
The man looked at him with obvious amusement, “right! well just cause you look like you have some interesting stories to tell I’ll let yah stay for free if you go to my bar tonight, deal?” the man smiled kindly and myth attempted to return it but instead grimaced at the though of telling a crowded room what had just happened.
“um yah, uh, okay. Whats my room?” Myth stammered again looking as his shoes. He jumped suddenly as the man before him pulled him up off the ground by his colar and squinted are his face through the mess of hair covering his eyes.
"Boy you look like you could you a bit of drink in yah, come with me first" he grumbled and at that slung Mythario limply over his shoulder like a sack of potato's and began walking to a door on the left side of the room. Myth barely had time to imagine what was beyond it when the man kicked the door in silencing the noisy room beyond. It was the bar next door, which evidently was connected.
"jerod! get me a mug of beer for the kid." belted the man, but everyone simply stared at the strange boy on his back. "Jerod!" at that the mousy man at the counter lept up and filled a mug.
"Now you all welcome this boy er y'all be thrown out!" he bellowed at the shocked men. "Well?!" the men looked confused then grudgingly each muttered a welcome. after the last man in the back said his welcome they all went back to their feasting and the inn keeper at last lowered myth to the ground and winked at him,
"have fun." he whispered then walked back into the inn, slamming the door behind him.

*************constructive criticism is appreciated :)

Heeeey, so i used to RP alot and have made several in the past on other sites that were rather successful but stopped RPing about 8 months ago so i may be a bit rusty, but anyway i got one for yah that i'm confident in. so hope you like it. oh and the way i RP is with LOTS of story and a constantly evolving plot so you may have to do alot of reading. sorry!

A brief history of Dramance
On the planet of Marisha a single immense ocean covers most of the surface, all in fact but a single continent, Heraldran. This lonely piece of land that is under constant siege by the seas waves has an ocean of its own , an ocean of trees. Broken only in two places; the north, where the cold is too unbearable for any life to last more then a day, and along the vast range of steep mountains called the "Veraner divide". Throughout the woods a plethora of small villages rest, each peaceful and independent. Unfortunately no peace lasts forever.

In the year 153 of the only surviving records; it is said a foul wind began to blow across the land from the east. It is described as something you cannot see nor even smell, but feel. Change, in all its inevitability, was upon Heraldran and nothing could ever be the same again.

At first the changes were small and by all definition, profitable for the people. Bonds began to be forged between the villages until they eventually became a single kingdom. This proud nation was called Dramance, and though it was still built of many small towns that refused to build to near to each other, it stood united among the trees. Unfortunately, change always has a bad side; without even a subtle warning all of the westernmost towns ended all communication with Dramance. Scouts were sent to investigate but what they found was unsettling. A massive wall had been built, dividing the entire continent, and at the center of the great wall, stood an ominous, sealed gate.

All at the same time the frigid north began to thaw, and a strange people appeared in the new, white forest that grew suddenly from the snow. These people were called the Mayins; They were a strange people, based around humans, but paler and taller. The Mayins kept to themselves, but an event was approaching that would unite all the people who lived outside the wall of the west, the opening of the great gate.

The year was 231 and the people of Dramance had never known bloodshed until it was thrusted in their face by those that came through the gate. A foul people surged out of the gate as a single massive army. These people were later described as rotten men not only because of their hearts, but their very flesh looked and smelled of decay. They were relentless in their killing; moving from town to town slaughtering every man, mother and child without a single hindrance. When all seemed lost and mothers kissed their children goodbye; a small army of Mayin men marched to meet the enemy and, wielding swords made of enchanted adamite, they drove the brutes back; all the way to the gate, and there they hewed each and every remaining man.

Those Dramance people who had survived celebrated the end of their fears, but not the Mayin. They remained stone faced, gathered up their weapons and returned to the north. There, each and every sword was destroyed.

Years passed and the destroyed towns were slowly rebuilt. Life began to return to the little houses throughout the forest, but there was nothing rebuilt near the wall again, and though the damage was repaired, fear still existed around the wall, like a scar on the otherwise healed nation.

In the years following Dramance's restoration. Swords became a household item, and youth were trained to use them. Grandparents began to tell legends, and stories and legends again. Children were allowed to walk about in the forest, each one with his own cause. Happy days had returned to the world and suffering subsided to story telling. One of the most popular stories says that not all the Mayin survived, and that somewhere in the woods, the sword of one of these heroes must be hiding, undisturbed...waiting.(not exactly "brief" but half as long as the original)

Story overview the story follows the quest of a boy named Mythario (Myth for short)
After a traumatizing birthday and the finding of an sword as mythical as his name Myth is driven to a city called Gibranth in search of not only a new home but help on a quest he both for revenge and to honor a promise. you are those who he finds in Gibranth or perhaps you come along later, the forest is teeming with life of all sorts so you may join in at anytime.

Myths less then happy birthday (to read is optional but it may help you understand)
"16 and what do i have to show for it? NOTHING!!!" the sound of Mythario's baritone voice echoed in the looming wood that surrounded him as he ran through the trees. birds flew away from their nests at his aprouch chirping angrily at their rude awakening, dropping leaves in front of his face as they departed, without a care for these small disturbances He continued to run, ignoring the sound of twigs snapping as his feet fell heavily on the ground. His mind raced, full of disappointment.

To any curious onlooker not only would they be bewildered by his odd behavior, but also to the wise people who lived in these depths of the forest it would be clear that what he longed for more than anything, was change. Sixteen years and his life was still the same, and Myth couldn't help but feel hopeless because of it, swept up in the waves of the world, unable to even step out side the life he had become so dependant on. If only he knew change was on his door step...

Myth yelled once more, ignoring his cramps as he continued onward until something caught his foot, the world flew upward around him and before he knew it he was face down in the foliage. Spitting dirt out of his mouth he slowly rose to his feet. At first he chuckled, lightly then all at once, Laughter spewed from his mouth as he leaned against a nearby tree, his anger finally subsiding. To himself he muttered "well obviously I have changed, cause that's never happened before." Another chuckle left his mouth and he began walking again with an obvious improved mood, grinning broadly, flashing his perfect teeth.

"Now lets see what the culprit is" Myth mused as he leaned down to brush the leaves off whatever had tripped him. He expected a tree root was to blame casually pushing the pile of autumn leaves aside, but what he found couldn't have been more different. A sword in a thick black, leather sheath lay before him, the glittering hilt that appeared to be silver, was partially pulled away from the sheath revealing the most perfect blade Mythario had ever seen. /But what was it doing here?/ the thought entered his mind. Without another thought he lifted it gently from the ground and carried it to a nearby tree that has a large space between the roots perfectly sized for his body.

He sat down, cradled snugly in a gap between its extensive roots so that the tree seemed to hug him, and began to inspect the blade more thoroughly. The metal sparkled as he slowly removed the sheath seeming to reflect sunlight from a nonexistent break in the thick cloud cover over head. When the sheath was completely off he held it upright before his face. The surface was so well polished it worked like a mirror, showing myth the face he had grown tired of seeing to the point of it making him sick to his stomach. He had sandy blonde hair, messy from lack of care, that folded along his narrow face. His bangs stopped above the two, brown caterpillar like, eyebrows that acted as a partial frame for his soft blue grey eyes. Before looking anymore Myth spat on the reflection, "Thanks a lot dad! Gave me the face that mom was stupid enough to fall in love with, obviously it was just a game for you or maybe you would have stuck around! You just had to give me your face didn't you! Just to constantly remind me that you abandoned us." he glared hatefully into the darkening forest as he re sheathed the blade then said in a venomous tone, "and now your gone again, just like you have been for 10 years!"

Upon those words he lept to his feet, clenching the sword tightly in his hand. Stretching and walking off his frustration, yelling again he looked to the sky, fealling the small dropplets of water hit his face, warning him to go home, only then did he see the black pillar of smoke rising from some distant fire. "HOME!!!!!" Myth didn't even wait till he had said the whole word before bolting the direction of the smoke. Tears welled in his eyes as the thought ran through his mind /worst birthday ever/, his knuckles white where his fist clenched the mysterious sword...

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The forest began to thin trees becoming more sparse as he approached his town. A thick cloud of Ash and rubble filled the air around him, making him cough and obscuring his view. despite the zero visibility and already grim signs he kept running until....he saw it. What was once the crowded and boisterous town he had grown up in, was suddenly no more than a ghost town. ash fell from the sky like snow, flurrying in gusts of wind only to continue to bury the city, Dead bodies lay hewn and buried along the crumbling walls of destroyed buildings, their hair filled with the white and gray fluff and the ash just continued to fall, like deathly snow, slowly consuming the broken bodies that lay in its soft bed.

Myth simply walked through the streets, ash soaking up the tears in his eyes, and took in the dismal scene. occasionally a bodies passed that seemed frozen in place calling for help, but Myth never saw who these people were, he did not have the heart to look into their glazed over eyes which (though full of ash) still called for help that would never come.

The ground sloped upwards in a hill, Myth (hoping to see some sign of life from the higher ground) ascended, shock still dominating all other emotion. Slowly he came up to the top and what he beheld then was enough to make him sick. In the center of town there was a smoldering pile of bodies which even from his distance was the most immoral thing he though possible, because the corpses did not belong to men, but women, and children. Discusted Myth looked away, and swept the rest of the town with his eyes for buildings. Only two structures remained intact one was a small barn where a horse still whinnied as if calling for help, its voice echoing in a ghostly way through the streets. The other, nearly buried in grey ash was... "home!" Myth yelled, and dashed to his crumbling doorway.

"Mother!" he called into the house, once, twice, then three times, then faintly from the kitchen he heard his name gowned. slowly he walked in, blood was splashed along the surrounding walls and small cooking knives were scattered across the floor dripping thick black liquid that slightly resembled rotten blood.

"Mythario" he heard his name again from the far side of the room. In the corner a mangled body had propped its self against the wall and lay in a pool of blood. its chest rose and fell heavily with the sound of raspy breath.

"MOM!" myth yelped as he ran to her side then seeing the extent of her injuries, along with many wide gashes there was a rusty sword impaled between her left rib cage. her face was pale and bleeding from a gash in her cheek.

"Mother who did this?!" he demanded, sounding panicky in his flood of emotion, as he knelt beside her, ignoring the blood soaking into his pants.

She opened her mouth and croaked. "Son... I'm proud to be your mother and I love you.... I couldnt do anything to help.... but you are alive, my boy is alive...... i know its a lot to ask... but must stop them, for me..... go to Gibranth and find someone to help you..... the country must be warned, tell them...the black gate has opened.... I love yo-" at those words she collapsed into his arms.

"No! Don't leave me! I don't understand! How did this happen!? who did this? why..."Mythario choked back his sobs and rose to his feet. He trembled and said to here limp body, "I will go, so that you can rest in peace," then turned and walked out of the building. As he left the doorway, the roof collapsed
-*a burial for Anna, mother of Myth Beren-*.

Myth began to cry openly now as he walked, staining his shirt with Ash filled tears, but he did not turn around, his footfalls remained determined and swift headed towards the small horse stable. the sound of his approach seemed quiet the creature. Myth reached the well made building and dusted off the wall nearest him. Engraved on the stable's wall was "Koronto -king of the wood" /So it is him/ Myth thought to himself, and he pushed the door open. there Koronto the brilliant white stallion stood in the doorway already saddled and ready to go. "Finally, Something good happens" he murmured then swung himself onto the horse. Patting its neck he whispered in the horses ear, "to Gibranth." without warning they were off, flying northward through the ruins, and then the thick forests beyond. night fell on the ruined town and slowly the faint footfalls of Koronto became silence, leaving no sound but rain fall on the trees, and the little town that once was home finally fell into an eternal sleep.

if you've made it this far then i feel special, so thanks and to so my appreciation heres the rules
1.No God moding please
2.you can cuss, but honestly keep it minimal we dont need you cussing every other word
3. try to keep it pg 13, but i'm not strict
4. dont kill other peoples characters, its just not nice. but i suppose you can mortally wound them
5. lets all avoid uber short replys but the are allowed if its necessary
6. try to give your characters interesting pasts that can effect the story
7.you can have as many characters as you want but you must have at least one.....duh.
8. just have fun, this is meant to be enjoyable so if you have a problem with it tell me so i can fix it
9. read the rules.

Characters
please follow this format as best you can for your OC's
Username-
Character name(last name optional)-
age-
gender-
weapon- (sword/great sword/bow/assassins dagger/lance/gun[yes guns!] axe/mace/spear/war-hammer/other?/or a magic staff[different staff for each element, no universal staff]
background-
Appearance (if no picture)

username-micketymike
Character name- Mythario (Myth) Beren
Age- 16
Gender- male
weapon- sword http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt7/Sara_Shadow/Other Anime/sword.jpg
background- Myth lived a peaceful quiet life with his mother in his little town Having been deserted by his father when young he curses his own face for looking so much like the man who left him. life is boring but good untill his sixteenth birthday as described above
appearance- http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt7/Sara_Shadow/Fantasy/TotA___Guy_Cecil_by_SetoKakashil-1.png

OOC: you can begin as soon as i see your character.
BIC: Mythario was awoken suddenly as the horse Koronto slowed to a stop. rubbing the sleep and tears from his eyes Myth simply remained in the saddle for several minutes untill is mind fully awoke, but as it did flashes of earlier that day stung in his mind. as these images came to mind his gut wrenched with discust and hopelessness. suddenly Koronto began stamping his hoofs impatiently, shaking Mythario back to reality.

"Alright, lets get you to the stable," he muttered and he grabbed the reigns steering Koronto to the left. Gibranth was hardly a town, indeed it consisted of nothing but a single courtyard bordered with a few shops, an Inn, tavern, and a small horse stable. having seen it upon waking up Myth lead koronto into the shabby stable and found an empty stall. he dismounted Koronto and removed the saddle then left the stable and headed to the tavern, mumbling to himself,

"dont know how i'll find a single decent companion here i'll never know, but i have to try." at that he pushed open the door and mad his was to the bar to get food.

Corruption- It begins in the innermost circles of society, twisting minds and turning hearts. The weakest systems, the ones most depended on, fall first into ignorance of right and wrong, and when without that knowledge they might as well be called evil. They then begin to lose vision of any sides but their own and are easily enticed into war. But the effect continues still, nations, and civilizations crumble under the weight of their tyrant leaders until only those who rebelled, and were called the enemy, stand a chance at remaining free....

Background information​

The year is 3174 in the expansive world of Hondreal and it is seeing it's darkest days. As corruption seeped into the hearts of two of its most powerful nations they turned to an idealism of a united world,...a grand empire. So both set out on their own expeditions. One problem remained however, the two empires had expanded from opposite sides of the planet and after two long successful run of expansion, they met at the center. War was waged but the forces were equal in might and they turned every mile of the "border line" into a burnt out wasteland of war. There they kill each other even now, after 20 years....... during recent years of the war a group of explorers entered one of the oldest and most desolate fields of war, one long since abandoned. They were driven through the ruin by a curios feeling none understood but what they founds was something bazaar. A ball of light shown out in the murk and when they approached it, it exploded the power released flowed into the explorers. they all however went on to live their lives normally supposing it was a new weapon of war one of the nations was testing there. fortunately it appeared to have been a failure. Their kids would know how wrong that assumption was. These kids were born away from society when the government of each of their nations began hunting the explorers.

After their parents early deaths the kids, all in their late teens by now were forced to go into hiding as each had developed strange powers the governments wanted to use to get an edge in the war.

Plot​

You are this strange new human breed or a member of the rebel union and are the only hope for peace on this planet. With your powers or weapons you must defeat the kings and unite the world peacefully.

Rules​

Read the rules before playing.

1. Absolutely NOOOO godmoding!!!
2. Use your best grammar, mine isn't perfect but i try.
3. I'd like you to color code your characters but I'll let it slide if you don't
4. Killing other people's characters is allowed with their permission.
5. ages 13 and up only!
6. keep cussing minimum if you have to, do it out loud not on the keyboard
7. you can be romantic but if its begins to get to far, continue in pm, not all of us want to read that.
8. Be sure to at least skim through all the information about this rp
9. be courteous to others
10. Powers should make sense.
11. Try to advance the story in a way that will allow others to join in.
12. Type "Micketymike is weird" on your first post so I know you read the rules.
13. have fun!

characters​

user name:
name:
age:
Bio: ( At least four sentences,)
Personality:
group (yentara- one of the powered teens or Rebel human)
Weapon(if you don't have a power):
power (if your one of the gifted teens):
Miscellaneous:
Appearance: (a picture please)
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user name: micketymike
name:Mystrafah Estel Eriador (go's by mystra)
age: 17
Bio: realized his powers at 15 years old, the same year his father died and mother fled, calling him a demon child. he left home and adapted to living in the shadows, he has only been confronted by the soldiers twice and got away after killing all his pursuers.
Personality: grim and serious but wise
group: yentara
power: has the gift of self alchemy, he can manipulate the structure of his body often turning the edges of his arms to sharp blades.
Miscellaneous: Micketymike is weird
Appearance: http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u279/balkasar/boy.jpg

userDeathIngApocalypse080808
nameJohn Daxma
age:18
Bio: ( At least four sentences,)After the incident he discovered his powers. When his parents tried to hand him over the the government to end the war. He used his powers and killed his parents. he became insane, but through his insanity he became very wise
Personality:he is insane, but through his insanity he became very wise
group (yentara- one of the powered teens or Rebel human)yentara
Weapon(if you don't have a power):
power (if your one of the gifted teens):can manipulate elements
Miscellaneous: Micketymike is weird
Appearance: (a picture please)http://media.photobucket.com/image/blonde anime boy/Sara_Shadow/Other/RisoenMisasdad-1.jpg?o=7

user name: Xert
name: Nox Darkra
age: 23
Bio: Nox grew up realtivly normal... well as normal as a child who can move things with his mind can be. When his mother was killed he ran. His father... well Nox has no idea where he is if he's even alive. Nox now lives wandering around using his Telekineis like a magic trick.
Personality: find out
group: yentara
Weapon: N/A
power: Telekineis and something else
Miscellaneous: Micketymike is weird
Appearance: He has short black hair and bright green eyes. He wears a black coat and a grey shirt underneith. He also wears blue jeans and black shoes