Myth of Dramance.

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.