A Darkness Descends

     Imagine. Someone grabs you. You struggle against him, but it's no use, he is much stronger than you. You calm yourself and concentrate just enough for a slight Pull. He falls, letting go of your arms in his surprise. You look down at him, your green eyes calm as roots pull themselves from the ground and wrap themselves around him, restraining him.

     Imagine. You are surrounded by battle and sea. The villains have thrown grappling hooks and are preparing to board. Your eyes shift sightly towards the bow of the ship, you can see the water. A Pull and a Push, and there is a wall of it crashing onto the decks of the enemy ship, snapping the lines and washing away much of her crew.

     Imagine. You are deep in a dark wood. Someone stalks you. Your eyes begin to blaze. This is the last mistake he will ever make. You turn. Flames trail after your fingers in an elegant fiery ribbon. You release the flame and it hurtles toward your adversary. He is engulfed. You stand and calmly watch as he is consumed.

     Imagine. You are in a strange ruin. You Feel darkness, evil intent. An invisible attack is launched upon your very Spirit. If you do not react, you will be Crushed. You Push back, breaking its grasp. You launch your own attack, Pushing against the Spirit. Finally, something breaks and the dark Spirit is Crushed. You bow your head.


     Earth, the most stable. Water, the most practical. Fire, the most violent. Spirit, the most uncommon and volatile. These are the Elements, the tools of the Kymar. The Kymar were great beings, taller than the tallest Humans, stronger than the strongest Dwarfs, more wise than the wisest of the Elves. They were marked by great beauty and grace, their hair was often long, flowing yellow-gold, silvery-white, or sometimes deep auburn down their backs. They were the descendants of the divine, and were revered by all the races. They stayed within their own kingdom, welcoming dignitaries of the other races who came to the great cities of Laslaundius for advice, but never going out into the other kingdoms of the land. But that was many ages ago.

     Much has changed in the past few millennia. Laslaundius, the kingdom of the Kymar, is now unified only on the surface. In reality they are divided; cut into four segregated sub-kingdoms. These four kingdoms have slowly developed into their own separate races of Kymar. The High Ones, the Forest Dwellers, the Seafarers, and the Dark Ones.

     The Dark Kymar are the outcasts, mostly High Kymar who were exiled from society for crimes unspeakable. For centuries they have hidden deep within the darkest forests of Laslaundius, growing stronger and ever more bitter. Now they have all united under the banner of one Dark Kymar by the name of Phyerstorme. Phyerstorme has sent his emissary and prodigy, Rayne Phyerstorme, to negotiate the re-admittance of the Dark Kymar into the rest of Kymar society. But when Rayne discovered his true intent to destroy the rest of the Kymar, she turned against him, forsaking his name, and now crusades to bring a stop to his madness.

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Darkness Descends is a fantasy roleplay created by me, [~Valkyrie~].
The Kymar are a race of my own creation and cannot be used for purposes outside this roleplay.

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Now that that is out of the way, have a look around. I am going to try hard to keep this roleplay moving and interesting, while still trying to move slowly enough for those of you who actually have lives. I am going to say right here and now that characters in this roleplay will be a bit more powered than what many on this site will be used to, just roll with it, have some fun.

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[~Valkyrie~]- Head Game Master
[Asdroth]- Secondary Game Master