This was a rather... odd idea for an rp that came into mind... but I hope people shall join it, so I have two spots open for the roles of the two young siblings. Their around 20 and their father is around 50, the father will be used by me for the time being, but anyone else can use him a little bit if needed...

Long ago gods lived peacefully in co-existance along with each others and all mortals, each had their followers and it seemed as, if evil nor good battled. This was for there were no such concepts, there were only acts and no one defined them yet the world was described to be a rather colourless place in those early days for no one could feel anger nor love. The god of beauty to be Hannaleh approached her brother Kharas, the god of all knowledge and wisdom to turn the world into a place of beauty. Kharas himself was not interested, he did never greatly care for hs brothers nor sisters yet for this time he was confident.

He was confident that with his great wisdom he could unlock a great gift to the world, emotions yet by doing so he unleashed far more greater forces that he could have imagined. He himself remained the same, but the world and his siblings slowly changed for they had all been granted the gift of emotions. Hannaleh was of course over joyed as life upon the lands blossomed yet Kharas was always more far sighted, life came to blossom, but as others grew stronger and more beatiful than others it created an emotion not yet seen, envy. From this envy grew all things that are evil, it tainted gods, creatures and even some lands, twisting them into a new form. Kharas was the only one left in the middle, he grieved his work and damned his foolishness as his siblings thanked him. Kharas left for a quiet grey plane where there was only mist and there he decided that he could continue his studies.

The world left behind with it`s gods prospered and grew until it all was thrown into conflict, evil and good clashed, orcs, dwarves, men, elves and all the others fought bitterly. It was also the first time ever that good races fought each others and so did all evil too until both sides were united by the gods. From this followed the most bitter war of the gods, it wreacked havoc across all lands and onto all races, finally when even the gods were too exhausted to fight, Kharas returned. Righteously furious he arrived from the plane of grey and unleashed all his powers to restore balance. He could not turn back time nor take away the gift he had given them all, but what he did was that he took all his siblings with him to the plane of grey, broke the world into pieces creating new lands and waters. Then there was silence, clerics and priests could no longer draw power from their gods, elves that were once immortal could only live around 2000 years and it felt that the whole world had lost a piece of itself as, if it was no longer perfect and that was exactly what had come to pass.

Yet a strange cult soon after declared all around the world that one day someone would return and find certain relics of Kharas that he left behind in the world in order to being his siblings back to the world, to give it another chance

The Gods:

Good:

Ramad - Justice and rightousness, strongest of the good gods
Hannaleh - Beauty
Others (should your characters mention these then you can make some up as long as you first check with me)

Neutral:

Kharas, the only neutral god and the strongest of them all

Evil:

Tarion - Anger and Envy, the most powerful of the dark gods
Others


The Plot

Two siblings have growed up on a farm under the guiding watch of their father, but should someone look from the outside one might wonder. Why does the father train the two everyday as, if there was a battle ahead? The siblings have never questioned their father, but soon enough they shall question more than their fathers motives....

One day a lonely traveller approached the farm and that where it all begins...

Characters:

Traveller - Gareion (Curunìr)
Sibling 1: Rhiannon (Meldawen)
Sibling 2: Rivhon (Star Gazer)
Others: Knyn (LDM), Risaya (Artemis) and Araerris Loreweaver (Eruraina)


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Name: Gareion
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 38
Occupation: Former Paladin

Weapons: A long sword that he carries on his belt and wields with two hands.

Personality: He seems serious most of the times and rarely jokes around, but he seems rather odd in a way and not at all noble as you would think of even an ex-paladin.

Appearance: http://www.thedarkpaladin.com/images/tdp.jpg long brown hair and beard, tall and proud, he wears a plate mail

History:

Gareion was a well known and respect paladin in his younger years, he devoted himself to the holy paladin code and time after time proved his loyalty. Yet upon one task he stumbled into a writings in a tomb of a paladin that was being robbed by thieves, he brought the thieves to justice yet returned with a number of scholars to investigate. They spent days translating the scripts and the other paladins ecspecially the leader of the order grew weary.

One night they decided that they would put a stop to it and get Gareion and the scholars out of the tomb. When they arrived they all were gone, the wall that had the scripts was smashed down and obviously there had been something behind the wall, hidden away. Whatever it was the paladins had no idea, but now they considered Gareion a traitor whever he goes still. He was sighted by the order a few times, but he managed to flee them every time, all tough supposedly he still had commited few heroic deeds.

Siblings:

Name: Rhiannon
Age: 17
Gender: female
Race: human
Appearance: Dark brown curly hair, usually held back from her face with a band of cloth. Dark brown eyes, and pale skin. Of average or slightly above average height, and strong and slender from years of her father's training.
Personality: Serious and honest, but quite inquisitive and won't stand for anything she feels is wrong. Very loyal and will stand firm in the face of danger, but is not immune to fear.
Weapons: Experienced with a short sword, but has not trained with a larger one, because she finds them heavy and unwieldy. Fairly accurate with a bow and proficient at using a quarter-staff.
Skills: Quite talented at moving silently, mostly through forest.

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Name: Rivhon (riv-ON)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: human
Appearance: Straight, jet black hair that is regularly cut, but is still long enough to almost go past his ears and sometimes eyes. Light brown eyes, in contrast to his sister's darker brown ones. Tall and lean in build, due to his constant training.
Personality: Very quiet and introvent, but headstrong and stubborn underneath, if anyone were to upset him. He will always act and stand up for what he believes in. He loves his sister, and is a bit over protective, as most older brothers are, and tries his best to keep her out of sticky situations, and also has a tendency to ward off men that wish to court her. Tongue
Weapons: Quite usless with a sword, but is quick and deadly with a bow and arrow, along with a quarter-staff, though bow and arrow are preferred over the two.
Skills: Has an uncanny ability to mask his emotions, and can also run very fast.

Others

Name: Knyn (pronounced KAH-nen)
Gender: male
Race: human
Age: 27
Occupation: swordsman

Weapons: an enchanted, ebony-bladed greatsword called Mortality; shurikens; dirk; daggers

Appearance: ragged shoulder-length black hair; steel gray eyes; stern and clean-shaven features; lean build; light chainmail; dark cloak

Personality: solitary and enigmatic; has a definite dark side; doesn't talk much unless he has something good to say; can be known to have a wry sense of humor

History: Born in an insignificant mountain village, he was the product of a rape between a traveling soldier and a village woman. His mother committed suicide shortly after giving birth. He was taken in by an elderly old seamstress, who cared for him until she died. At the age of six, he was left to fend for himself in his village. Around the age of ten, his village was razed by a dragon. He escaped into the forest and was taught swordplay by a hermit, formerly a retired knight, who lived in the woods.

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Name: Risaya

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Age: 19

Occupation: Thief

Weapons: She keeps many daggers hidden in her clothing at all times, and she keeps a large knife in her belt.

Personality: Although not very intelligent in the educated sense, she is very street-smart and cunning. She is often playful and mischeivous, but can become deathly serious when she is confronted with something that matters to her. Outgoing and brave but not to the point of fearlessness. She has no morals and believes that people must do what they have to do to survive.

Appearance: Very short almost to the point of appearing child like, slim due to never having a constant supply of food available, pretty face, with large dark forest green eyes, shoulder length light red hair, pale skin, wears an old pair of tan breeches a black belt and a dirty white shirt.

History: When she was only a few months old, both her parents were robbed and murdered by two criminals on the run, a man and his wife. When they found that the couple they killed had a baby, the woman took pity on the child and convinced her husband to let her raise the baby girl as her own. Risaya grew up, roaming from place to place with the people who she thought were her parents. She learned that sometimes you had to steal, cheat, and kill to survive. When she was 17 her 'parents' were killed and she has been on her own ever since.

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Name: Araerris Loreweaver
Gender: female
Race: elf
Age: 134
Occupation: Knight

Weapons: One long sword, two twin knives, and a bow. Long sword is in a sheath at her hip, her twin knives and quiver over her back as is her bow.

Personality: find out...

Appearance: http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g111/ ... maiden.jpg
red head, pointe ears, green eyes, pale skin, golden armor over black cloths.

History:

She tells only her closest friends, rarely...


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Gareion placed his armoured foot upon the stone and stopped to examine the valley below him, the day had been long and the hour grew late. He could see three figures on the farm yard, training obviously by the sounds of it. Gareion hmhed slightly to himself and tightened his armoured gauntlet before starting to make his way down.

"Time to live up to your words old man..."

He muttered as he gazed at the older man training the two youngsters.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

I'll be the younger sibling! One moment, I'll hunt up a bio, 'kay? Do you have a preference as to male or female?

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(all the same to me)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Name: Rhiannon
Age: 17
Gender: female
Race: human
Appearance: Dark brown curly hair, usually held back from her face with a band of cloth. Dark brown eyes, and pale skin. Of average or slightly above average height, and strong and slender from years of her father's training.
Personality: Serious and honest, but quite inquisitive and won't stand for anything she feels is wrong. Very loyal and will stand firm in the face of danger, but is not immune to fear.
Weapons: Experienced with a short sword, but has not trained with a larger one, because she finds them heavy and unwieldy. Fairly accurate with a bow and proficient at using a quarter-staff.
Skills: Quite talented at moving silently, mostly through forest.

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Excellent, we need one more and we can begin, but more can join if they wish to!

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

OOO! me! Me! pick me!!! *ahem* I'd like to take sibling #2 please! I'll have a bio up ASAP!

EDIT:

Name: Rivhon (riv-ON) ((Meldawen, feel free to make up some random nick-name his sister (or father I guess...) can call him.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: human
Appearance: Straight, jet black hair that is regularly cut, but is still long enough to almost go past his ears and sometimes eyes. Light brown eyes, in contrast to his sister's darker brown ones. Tall and lean in build, due to his constant training.
Personality: Very quiet and introvent, but headstrong and stubborn underneath, if anyone were to upset him. He will always act and stand up for what he believes in. He loves his sister, and is a bit over protective, as most older brothers are, and tries his best to keep her out of sticky situations, and also has a tendency to ward off men that wish to court her.
Weapons: Quite usless with a sword, but is quick and deadly with a bow and arrow, along with a quarter-staff, though bow and arrow are preferred over the two.
Skills: Has an uncanny ability to mask his emotions, and can also run very fast.

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Darn you beat me! lol. What other roles are open to play? This sounds really interesting.

as always, I commend you on your intriguing plots *goes to dig up an old character*

Name: Knyn (pronounced KAH-nen)
Gender: male
Race: human
Age: 27
Occupation: swordsman

Weapons: an enchanted, ebony-bladed greatsword called Mortality; shurikens; dirk; daggers

Appearance: ragged shoulder-length black hair; steel gray eyes; stern and clean-shaven features; lean build; light chainmail; dark cloak

Personality: solitary and enigmatic; has a definite dark side; doesn't talk much unless he has something good to say; can be known to have a wry sense of humor

History: Born in an insignificant mountain village, he was the product of a rape between a traveling soldier and a village woman. His mother committed suicide shortly after giving birth. He was taken in by an elderly old seamstress, who cared for him until she died. At the age of six, he was left to fend for himself in his village. Around the age of ten, his village was razed by a dragon. He escaped into the forest and was taught swordplay by a hermit, formerly a retired knight, who lived in the woods.

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The subtle nuances of twilight inched into the inn, casting dusky shadows upon the bar and tables. The inn was just now filling with its night patrons - mostly local villagers and farmers. Outside could be seen the thatched cottages of the peaceful valley and the farmland beyond.

Isolated from the threat of the world... mused a lone man, neither villager nor farmer, sitting discreetly in a corner of the room. He brought his warm mug to his lips and drank deeply. He was jaded from the day's travels, which made this resting moment all the more luxurious.

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I'm gonna go ahead and post a bio, but I want be able to post IC until kind of late tomorrow night cause I have a really full day tomorrow and want be able to get online until later. But anyways...

Name: Risaya

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Age: 19

Occupation: Thief

Weapons: She keeps many daggers hidden in her clothing at all times, and she keeps a large knife in her belt.

Personality: Although not very intelligent in the educated sense, she is very street-smart and cunning. She is often playful and mischeivous, but can become deathly serious when she is confronted with something that matters to her. Outgoing and brave but not to the point of fearlessness. She has no morals and believes that people must do what they have to do to survive.

Appearance: Very short almost to the point of appearing child like, slim due to never having a constant supply of food available, pretty face, with large dark forest green eyes, shoulder length light red hair, pale skin, wears an old pair of tan breeches a black belt and a dirty white shirt.

History: When she was only a few months old, both her parents were robbed and murdered by two criminals on the run, a man and his wife. When they found that the couple they killed had a baby, the woman took pity on the child and convinced her husband to let her raise the baby girl as her own. Risaya grew up, roaming from place to place with the people who she thought were her parents. She learned that sometimes you had to steal, cheat, and kill to survive. When she was 17 her 'parents' were killed and she has been on her own ever since.

( Thanks ppl, I can get this rp under way... The others can start almost whereever they want, but the siblings are currently training with swords alongside their father )

All the way down from the hill Gareion`s eyes were locked on the three figures dancing around and swinging their swords, the old man`s swordmanship had not gotten any badder, but not even that could protect him from his own promises. Only when he was twenty feet away from the farmyard did the old man take notice of him, clearly he stopped to stare at the figure as, if he was a ghost from the past. The old man, Darkos swore something under his breath and gazed at the siblings.

"Rhivhon, Rhiannon take a break I must go for a while"

He command with a serious tone that was not to be disobeyed, it was not that he wished to chain them, but to protect them. Darkos met Gareion half way, right at the edge of the yard.

"The Guide?"

Darkos asked mysteriously from Gareion, but the following answer could not be understood by normal humans or at least it was not of their language. Darkos nodded reluctantly, he gazed back at the siblings in hesitation. Gareion could read Darkos` hesitation, his care for the two and gazed over his shoulder at the two.

"Your too soon, I was promised to hold onto them until I die" Darkos said trying to hold on to the two siblings.

"My predecessor was far too soft on you, did you expect that they would live until your dead and then start asking questions? Nay, they have already asked those questions ecspecially the boy as he is older" He said nodding towards the boy with a smile. "Why do we train so much with weapons, if we are farmers? To hunt animals?"

He mocked Darkos pretending to sound like a little boy, it seemed already hard to Darkos and he probably thought of raising his sword against

"They might be ready physically, but not mentally, they would never be able to handle such a change in their lives" Darkos clinged onto the last ray of hope to him.

"Ah, but who ever spoke of telling them everything?" Gareion smiled demonicly

"So you would ultimately leave them in the dark about what they are doing?" Darkos asked with a stunned face.

"For now, it is the will of the scholars and mine as well" Gareion stated calmly as he gazed at the two siblings, they had been trained well and would fit just fine into the puzzle.

"I won`t let you take them" Darkos protested and the sword in his hand began to rise, Gareion took few calm steps back.

"I won`t take them from you, they were never yours to begin with and now the cult wants them back. They must do what their predecessors failed to do when they were told their destiny, their birthright even if they must be blind when doing so" Gareion said with his armoured hand slowly starting to make it`s way to the handle of his sword.

"But it never would become their destiny, if they chose" Darkos pleaded for some compassion, if there was any left in the ex-paladin as his sword was pointed at Gareion`s face.

"They have no right to choose their destinies"

Gareion said with an angry tone and made a slash like move with his hand before unsheating his sword. Darkos attacked him with a couple of strong slashes that Gareion blocked, Gareion kicked Darkos back and then procceeded with a swing towards Darkos`s face. It almost hit the face and Gareion would have liked to swear that it had scrathed the older man, but then Darkos charged forward with a frenzied attack forcing Gareion back. Undoutably the sibling would seek to interfere, but Gareion cared not for they could be bended with words and those exact thoughts springed a plan in his head.

He left himself open to a hit from Darko`s sword, it hit him painfully in the ribs and wounded him, but the plate armour saved him from greater damage. By this time Gareions metal covered fist had met with Darkos`s face, knocking him down and Gareion quickly procceeded placing his sword onto Darkos`s throat. He could feel the twins stares as they were stopped nearby him, their feelings clearly clouded their judgement in the situation as he had expected. Gareion sighed and gazed at them for some words.

(react to my post you two)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Rivhon quickly, but causiously trotted over to where his father's neck was under this stranger's blade.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked, staring into the stranger's eyes, though doing his best to mask the utter shock and confusion underneath. Surely he won't to kill father... He thought, Surely. I have fought many times, but no one has ever gotten killed in a spar... This is a spar, right? Of course it is... it has... to be... This isn't a life and death matter, It couldn't be... Rivhon, still successfully masking his emotions, let multiple thoughts flow through his mind, though they all sounded quite silly and usless while he stared down at his father, with a sharp edge pressed agaist his neck...

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Gareion breathed a curse out of his mouth as he held Darkos down to the ground, he gazed at the two who seemed to be completely unaware of what was going on. For now they would learn step by step what was the truth, Gareion grinned and pressed the blade tighter against Darkos` throat yet he was not harmed.

"Your father wishes to tell you something kids, something that you should heed very carefully and if he does not wish to tell it then I shall..."

"Go to the abyss you sick fool, don`t listen to him, he wishes to harm you!" Darkos said, which made the blade press harder on his throat.

"Depends because sometimes hurt might be for the better, tell them or must I pound it into them myself?"

He said with a grin on his face and Darkos stared coldly at Gareion before sighing.

"Rhivon, Rhiannon" Darkos began "Remember when I told that your mother was killed by orcs?"

Darkos asked, but they weren`t allowed to answer as Gareion interrupted.

"The ordinary tale, continue!" Gareion commanded and Darkos gazed at the two siblings.

"I never knew your mother and in fact your not even my blood, it`s hard to take, but I raised you only as, if you were my own children yet I never had any myself. Then... his.. predecessor came to me offering you two to be raised, you do not remember anything because you were too young or they messed your memories with magic. He has come to take you away to show you something..."

Darkos spoke with a bitter voice, he seemed as, if he was ready to cry as he confessed the truth that they could not even have expected. Gareion on the other hand kept smiling and that smile grew even more wider as Darkos spoke on. Gareion took his sword off Darkos`throat and sheated it.

"Indeed, you two are coming with me"

He said to them.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Rivhon's mask slowly fell away as his 'father',a s he thought, revealed the truth to him. He looked blankly down at the old man, utter confusion, and disappointment written all over his face...

((Opening for Meldawen))

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Knyn rose and wound his way around the tables to the stairs. His retentive mien closed all avenues of conversation by the curious onlookers. As he passed one group, he caught a bit of their conversation.

"...second strange traveller today. Did ye see that man passing through earlier? A former paladin, I heard..."

Knyn froze and turned slowly to regard the two village women. The goodwives, catching his look, discreetly edged away.

"Former paladin?" he asked quietly but intently. "Describe him."

The goodwives stammered but loosened their tongues quickly enough. "Ye gods, he was the tallest man mine eyes ever set upon! Not that farmers here get to be very tall, if ye catch my drift. Brown hair and beard and shiny plate mail and all. By the way, good sir, where are you from...?"

The last bit went right over his head, for upon hearing the description Knyn was already striding towards the exit.

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(May I join? If so heres my bio:

Name: Araerris Loreweaver
Gender: female
Race: elf
Age: 134
Occupation: Knight

Weapons: One long sword, two twin knives, and a bow. Long sword is in a sheath at her hip, her twin knives and quiver over her back as is her bow.

Personality: find out...

Appearance: http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g111/ ... maiden.jpg
red head, pointe ears, green eyes, pale skin, golden armor over black cloths.

History:

She tells only her closest friends, rarely...

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Rhiannon looked more distressed than disbelieving. She glanced from her father - only he wasn't anymore, was he? - on the ground to the man. "Why should we go with you?" she asked, more hostility in her voice than she meant. "We're happy here - what does it matter that he's not our father?"

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