The Forest

[Soul Edge]

This rp has no specific time,but is in the medieval stage of development and it is spring.There Is a country(I havent thought up a name yet) that borders a huge forest.The forest is ainceint,having survived almost since life started on the world.As such,it has collected many odd occupants(elves,earth mages,rock elementals,treants,etc.).The Country that borders this forest has always respected its denizens,though its newest King/queen(who i will also not name,seeing as how someone will play him/her),is preparing a huge army to attack and take over many of its neighbors,and it has need of more wood than previous,when they took little from the forest and always asked first,they are now cutting down massive quantites of the forest,and any creature not human being found after a section is cleared,it is killed and buried there.All information from the cities and towns have been cut off,the creatures from the Forest presumed dead or held captive.As the story starts,a meeting is being held and all types of creatures currently living in the Forest are attending to decide what to do.messages sent to the capital city have been ignored and attempts to forcefully stop the woodcutters currently working at the forest's edge have been met with amred soldiers coming in force and guarding them.
Also,there is no restrictions on any character you may choose,becuase all manner of beings could live in the Forest
hope everyoen who joins has fun
ok,now here is my character:
Name: Drago(true name isnt known)
age:3352
race: Dragon
Height:24 ft at shoulder
length(snout-tail):150 ft.
wingspread:300ft
eye color:silvery white,no pupils.
scales:red with gray
description:An Ancient member of his species,He lives in the cliffs in the north,next to a large lake.He is coming to the meeting to voice his own opinions,since the humans that are destroying the forest have been shooting arrows and the like as he passed over them.Known and respected by most of the forest creatures.younger members of the forest treat him like an old grandfather.He is old but is still strong,having use of magic and his fire wich is still hot enough to melt metal to a puddle in seconds.

 

[Lethe]

Prince Calash

The impetuous younger brother of the reigning monarch, Khalash is a charismatic firebrand. Considered dangerous at court, but too closely attached to the ruler to be discreetly dispatched, the conservative faction at court hit on what seemed the ideal solution; sending him off to govern an obscure province on the edge of the Great Forest.

Unfortunately, the plan turned sour when his royal sibling began plans of invasion, and sent for lumber from Calash's province. Bored and restless in his managerial position, Calash seized on the project with enthusiam and immedietely began immense preparations for lumber harvesting.

Ironically, Calash is a good-natured youth who would not normally slay innocents, however his first encounter with the people of the Great Forest was with the treacherous and mysterious Reine; folk of the mists and the swamps. Prince Calash offered to negotiate, and they led him into a trap which killed most of his personal guard, including his long-time bodyguard and lover Maia. As a result, he is convinced that all the peoples of the Forest are evil and determined to kill them all, his desire for vengeance fuelling his desire to carry out the project.

During a recent expansion, Calash was captured by elves and he is now being transported to the meeting to see if any peaceful solution can be found with a representative of the kingdom. Although his elven captors treat him kindly, Calash is convinced that it is some sort of trick, and fully expects torture soon. He is determined to say nothing lest he unwittingly betray his sibling and his followers.

Calash is slim and dark haired, with electric blue eyes. He is currently wearing his traditional silver armour, hammered with his personal sigil; a swan. It's battered and covered in dry blood; the elves have offered him new clothing but he has refused.

 

[Soul Edge]

Drago,his huge wings completly unfurled,held for an impressive sight.Though graying around the edges of his scales,He still looked in his prime.His claws and teeth were still wickedly sharp and his scales still gleemed in the light.The muscles of his wings were as strog as ever,and his tail still swung powerfully behind him,guiding his flight presisly.He was heading towards the meeting after his normal feeding from the few peasent's herds that still respected the Forest's occupants.He glided on,the tree canopy hardly breaking,a carpet of green under his claws.The canopy opened slightly for a moment,revealing a thin clearing where a number of elves walked,a human wearing armor in the middle of them.This was slightly unusual,so he glided over low,to investigate. He landed behind them,his claws digging into the ground,but still keeping clear of most of the grass and smaller plant-life.He bowed his head and front legs slightly in acknowledgement to the leader of the band of elves,who he remembered from an earlier festival,wich he had been invited to.He looked over at the human standing there,and saw hatred in the young mans blue eyes.He wondered what had happened but decided to hold questions until later.He offered to escort the elves to the meeting and took off,gliding in wide circles around them,his shadow sweeping over them every once in awhile.

 

[Soul Edge]

bump

 

[Lethe]

OOC: I'd post, but we need a couple more characters first. Incidentally, how about making the ruler of the kingdom an npc? I say this, because whoever plays him/her will be kind of on the sidelines; not able to participate in the forest council or interact with any of the other characters (presumably all forest folk).

 

[Soul Edge]

ooc:good suggestion,yeah,ill keep teh king/queen an npc unless someone specifically wants to play him/her.

anyone who's reading this thread and want to join just put a bio down here and post.

 

[Mistress]

Sound good?

Name: Liviana Tal’Shara
Age: 118
Race: Wood Elf
Features: Lithe, slightly muscular, about 4’9
Hair: Long raven curls to about her waste
Eyes: Violet
Skin: Sun Tanned

Bio: Liviana T’Shara is the daughter of ‘blank for now’. Head of the South Clan of Elves of the Forest, he feels it is not his daughter’s place to live the life she lives as a Ranger/Fighter. She obviously does what she wants and whenever she wants living a chaotic neutral life. She works for whoever pays the most at times and other times work for free…because she’s bored. And she gets bored often, wondering off to do things on her own without the help of others…..

She’s playful, seductive, and at the same time sarcastic, and a lone wolf…..

 

[Mistress]

/ooc sorry post bio in wrong thread

Her eyes scanned the gathering group, and a slight smile crossed her sharp features, "Hmm interesting, everyone looks so serious.” She spoke to no one in particular and moved from her crouched position on the large tree branch into more of a cat-relaxed laying position. She brushed back strands of her raven curls from her view and laid her face on her arms, taking interest in the conversations starting. She too did not like what was happening in her homeland but at the same time she felt they all were wasting time by fighting among themselves over it.

“We should form a troop and head on out to take care of what needs to be taken care of, not stand around waiting for something to take place.” She sputtered aloud and then groaned when no one paid any attention to her.

 

[Guest]

*The 11 year old jester enters. She wears white and black makeup, and seems to have fangs, but not properly long ones. Her hair is black, and a belled hat (black and white) sits on top of her head. Simple jewellery decks her fingers and around her neck, and her big grey eyes look around curiously. She is very tall, and wears soft leather boots, black ones. She is quite pretty, maybe a bit vampire, but definately not a whole one. Her name is Gangle.*

 

[Lethe]

Calash watched the dragon fly ahead of him with hatred in his eyes. Even from here he could make out the fresh blood on the thing's jaws, no doubt the evidence of a raid on some border farmstead.

'My brother will kill you all', he said

The elf captain escorting turned, and raised a slim eyebrow. Calash felt disgust for the elf, his pale skin and freakish pointed ears. He could picture those strange old eyes staring as Maia sank into the quicksand. He could still hear the laughter of the things that had betrayed him....

'My brother will come. You can kill me, it will make no difference. My brother will come, and you will all die among the burning trees you love so much'

He spoke the word 'love' bitterly. Elves were soulless creatures, everyone at court knew that, and they must be incapable of love.

'We do not wish to kill you', said the elf quietly

Calash laughed harshly. 'Do whatever you do then. Send your creeping things, your mindcharms, your seductresses. I will tell you nothing'

'We simply wish to negotiate'

'I've tried negotiation with your kind', said Calash slowly. 'The only kind of peace you'll ever understand is this'

Bound by elven ropes though he was, he still managed to clutch the hilt of his blade. The archers escorting him tensed, and Calash laughed mockingly

 

[Soul Edge]

The band of elves,their captive,and Drago reached the meeting area after about an hour's worth of travel.The meeting was in the center of the forest,and the building sitting there towered high above the forest canopy.It was about 40 stories tall and was made of a smooth white stone.The building looked as if i was made from one whole stone,as there were no seams or breaks in the wall.The tops of huge trees spread their branches over the building and around it.If one would walk inside,the first floor woul have no walls whatsoever,with the trunks of the huge trees running up into the ceiling,acting like pillars.The stories above the main hall were rooms for people staying.There were also many floors going underground,for those that lived underground most of their lives.The building was considered neutral ground,a place where the land was not owned or controlled by any creature.Drago landed after hovering for a few moments while other creatures hurriedly provided a landing spot,and made sure he checked for anyone else.
Walking towards the large double-doors in the front,other creatures milling past him in a general flow,he greeted several of the older and more prestiges members of the Forest,also some of the younger ones who tried to get a rid eon his back.He finally managed to duck under the doorway and enter,heading towards the back wall and laying against it,looking into the center where a large square of floor made up of every jewel and precious metal found under,near,or in the forest.The square is where the major speakers of the Forest would announce and then open the discussion into debate.Since He was to big to be moving around the main hall,he would talk from back here.People started filing in,the elf party with their captive came in last and moved to thee right wall next to the main doors.The man was looking around with contempt and anger at the esembled creatures,including the few farmers,woodsmen,hunters,and earth mage humans wich were dispersed around the room.He would eagerly await for the young man to speak,to find out what caused him so much anger.

 

[Lethe]

Calash

Calash entered the great white building with a sense of increasing foreboding. It had a strange beauty, and he liked it not. It had to be the work of magic.

The crowd was filled with strange creatures, each more loathsome than the next. He recognized the bulbous hoods, and glowing green eyes of the Reine the pale-skinned elves, and many others. To his disbelief, he even made out a few humans. His eyes narrowed. They were traitors to humanity, lurking in this place to evade the penalty for some crime done in the real world.

There was a certain sense of expectation in the air. To his surprise, Calash saw his captors gesturing towards the dais. It seemed they wanted him to speak. His anger grew. The creatures were toying with him now.

He moved towards the jewel-studded dais, and spoke,his voice somehow high and echoing within the great structure.

'You will die in this place. The dark Forest is a blight to humanity, and its shadow-loving creatures are our enemies. Slay me; a thousand will take my place. We will burn this place to the ground, and bring the land into the sun. Hear the words of Calash, prince of the Realm Beyond'

 

[Soul Edge]

there were murmers of discontent and anger from among the assembled personage.The creatures assembled here had come to find a way for peace,but this was a serious threat being put down.This arrogant fool,Drago thought to himself,he could have had the peace between both places along with an agreement to allow the cutting of wood in a certain amount and place of the forest.instead,he had insulted over a hundred species,some of wich were older than the first true human.
Drago had had enough,his claws scraped but did not scratch the stone of the building as he pulled himself up."a blight to humanity!,that is nonsense.we have never allowed attacks on humans from youre realm without extreme need.I would think clearing huge portions of our home and then killing the former inhabitants there is a Blight to the Forest!.Hear me,human,I will not tolerate these insults to my home,I have lived far longer than you,and never,Never!,will i allow you to insult the people gathering here,who do you think you are to insult those that have not broken a truce with you're kind since you're realm was created!".He roars the last few words,his tail lashing around in anger.He sits back down quietly,but his silvery-white eyes glare at him.
A silence falls among the assembled creatures,watching the human,waiting his reply.

 

[Lethe]

'I came to you in peace!', Calash spat, 'You betrayed me and you slew my followers. How long could we ever have tolerated the evil growing on our borders? What decent folk would lurk in shadow when they could walk in sunlight?'

 

[Guest]

He pulls himself to his feet again and stepped forward slightly,the people around him hastily moving to the sides."What do you know of the people gathered here?,nothing!,what would you do if people of the forest walked through you're realm,and razing the land?.Whatr would you do if we slew your family and the families of others,would you sit by and let them?.I dont think you would.I dont talk for any of the people gathered here,i came for reasons of my own,but dont make accusationns against things you have no idea of what you are talking about!"
His eyes had turned a deep crimson,and small,burning embers were drifting out of his mouth every few moments,his tail smashing into the ground in anger and irritation.

 

[Soul Edge]

ooc:sorry,that was me)

 

[chewbacca71]

Razorfang

Razorfang stepped out of the throng on the left. He stood at his full height, his noble bearing hushing the creatures making noises around him. "What is this killing that you are talking about? I have seen no humans killed in this, only innocent creatures trying to make a home, before your troops invaded. I would gladly have ripped out one of the throats of your woodcutters, but by logic prevailed. Leave this forest to the creatures that live here. We do not need your kind in here. Find another place to fell trees for your stupid games of honor and nobility. " Razorfang glared over at Calash, his red eyes causing a shudder to run through the young prince.

 

[Darkthought]

The image stirs

K'larn had seen the sun rise and fall many times, and watched the boldness of the young human race grow evermore through this time. Though he was not yet middle-aged for a centaur, his face beemed of wisdom, and his thoughts were endlessly flowing.

He knew this day would come. The stars had told of it's forthcoming, and he had spent the last decade preparing himself to face The Others once again.

He did not take well to the presence of other beings, save the natural animals (squirrels, fox, bird, etc.) of the forest that went about their business with little concern for the world outside their own. But the time for solitude had ended. The forest was his self-appointed charge, and the path the humans had laid before them would end. This was not a question to him, this was fact.

It had only been 32 years since he'd last spent time with Drago, yet he found himself strangely looking forward to seeing the scaled creature again.

Slinging his bow and quiver over his wide back, he bent down and picked up what at first appeared to be a large shaft of wood from the ground. If anyone were watching, they would wonder what suck a creature would want with such a useless branch, yet as he inspected the growth, it appeared to suddenly, if not magically, transform to a sword-like weapon harder than steal, yet with an appearance of polished oak. Sheathing the weapon to his side, he set out along the side of the river bank at a blistering pace, yet with a stealth that would make his presence unknown to one mere meters away.

As he approached the glowing structure, he wiped his brow, and looked once more to the stars he had enjoyed alone for so long.

With this, he leaned back on his rear legs, and forced open the doors with his front legs.

Those inside turned quickly to see what had arrived. As he gazed upon the startled faces, his eyes met Drago's, and they greated each other without words.

 

[chewbacca71]

Razorfang

Razorfang was about to continue, when the doors to the council chamber opened. A hushed awe came over as a centaur entered the room. They were a very rare race, seldom seen, even by those who lived in the forest. Razorfang was able to make out some of the features of the centaur that was approaching. Based on that, it could only be K'larn. Razorfang could not remember the last time that someone had laid eyes on this particular centaur. It would be interesting to see what he had to say. Razorfang did a short bow and gave up the center of the room to the centaur.

 

[Rogue Agent]

mind if I join?

oc: alright don't let the 0 posts fool you...I'm not a newbie, just someone who hasn't bothered to come on in a long time.
well lets see here...a character from the woodlands? I have it!
Name:Lenix
Age:26
Class: Rogue
Race: Human
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Smoky Grey
Height: 5'11
Bio: Like many of his outlaw brethern, Lenix traveled to the Forest to escape the hangman's noose. He has been living there for almost a year and has grown a sort of attachment to his new home and when the Forest began to be cut down he was angered like manny other residents
ooc:
Lenix could feel the burning stare of the Lordling that was marched into the Hall by the elven guards. He looked down and away as if he did not notice and when he looked back the Lord was standing at the dias spouting dire threats to the assembled creatures. An elderly dragon who went by the name of Drago began arguing with him and Lenix began to get bored when a centuar entered the hall. All of these events seemed oddly amusing, as if they had been almost scripted beforehand. Lenix became lengthly distracted by a female wood elf who was sitting not too far away and who seemed to give off a seductive "come-hither" vibe.

 

[Mistress]

Liviana

She listened to the gathered group of creatures and slightly smiled to herself. Everyone was so intent on War, and no one was doing too well at addressing the matters at hand other then arguing constantly over it. She eyed her father sitting in his chair, his face grim as he listened to the newcomers. Liviana sighed and slipped from her hidden position out into the open and made her way through the crowd to where she could see better. She sniffed the air and her mouth twitched, she smelled Centaur....

The doors burst open as K'Larn made his entrance and she almost giggled with glee, clasping her hands together. A Centaur in the Council hall! Oh this was going to be interesting indeed, more so since it was K'Larn, a very well known legend among the Woods. She immediately took more interest into the small ring of representatives and moved even closer to the front. She knew something had to be done, it was time for distraction and no one knew how to distract men better then her.

She slid past a few people and then in the midst of everything stopped and began to play her flute, receiving looks of surprise from everyone including her father. His eyes widen at first then narrowed, he would still never be use to the odd way his daughter handled things. After playing for several minutes a song that seemed to relax tension within the Hall she stopped, placed the flute back into her vest pocket and smiled brightly.

"Liviana Tal'Shara!" Her father's voice boomed, echoing through the room. "What brings this disruption to our meeting?"

She giggled and pranced over to him, making sure all eyes were upon her as she took a seat nearby, curling her legs up under her in a comfortable position and wiggling around until she was ready to return her gaze to the others. Finally her violet eyes lifted and she leaned on the arm of the chair with her elbow as she twirled a raven curl between her fingers.

"Rubbish." She said flatly, then after a moment added, "Complete Rubbish."

"There is no time for your games Child! Be gone with you at once!"

"Sorry poppa, I'm going no where this is my home too and whether or not you like it I have ground here.” She leaned forward and smiled at Calash, “So angry...I pity you." His glare made her gasp and giggle like a child.

"See, anger is not a well thing to carry, nor is it reasonable to argue over something there is no point in arguing over. You have all come here to settled and make plans for what is happening to our home...the Forest. And the only thing anyone has been able to do is kill, and argue...."She drifted off in thought, then after another moment of silence spoke up.

"This is our home, and we must defend it, outsiders do not seem to comprehend that. Our people have been murdered and so have theirs, it’s an on-going spiral of War. Which may not cease to exist, the change is up to those of us who are strong enough to take matters into our own hands and to do it with a clear nonangered mind. Am I angry? Yes, I lost companions. Do I seek revenge? Everyone does, but first I wish to save those who have been taken captive. My mourning and my grief must wait until I am positive the rest of my friends, family, and neighbors are safely back in the heart of our Woods."

"You," She points a finger at Calash, “You are grieving and seek revenge, yet you are not doing what is best, you are acting on impulse. That will not only get many others killed but also yourself, I feel as if you are a volcano ready to erupt. All that fire burning inside you must be dealt with, yes, but in a different way." Liviana heard the grumbling of the crowd around her and shook her head.

"Do you not see what is going on? We are wasting time with arguments; we must form a party and bring home those who have been captured. We must deal immediately with the problem that matters most. And you once more,” Again she turned her eyes to Calash, “If we intended to harm you, you would have already been dead long before you were allowed to insult the Council. You are here so we can get answers, but if you insist on being the vile creature that you are showing us you are then by all means feel free to get poked and prodded like cattle."

She giggled again then gestured to everyone with her hand, "Oh...I'm done now, and you can carry on."

 

[Darkthought]

K'larn

After breaking free of the dragon's gaze, K'larn squinted slightly, almost undetectably, against the bright light of the council chamber.

The form of the wolf-man had given him way, and for this he nodded shortly in appreciation. He took some moments to survey his surroundings, not being a Centaur to act without purpose. He had already achieved his first intent, a break in the flashing of ego and temper, and now prepared himself to address the hushed circle.

As his thoughts collected into forms of words, he was about to speak, when he heard the flowing notes of a simple elven folk song slowly fill the chamber from his left. He had heard this music before, and knew without looking the source of the tide. He had seen Livinia many times throughout the wood, though he surmissed she only knew of his myth. She was different from most of the female elf folk of this place, choosing action and leadership over submissive thought to her elders.

He watched intently at the scene that unfolded. It was a great personality to interupt a Centaur, though his appreciation for her delicate way of doing so overcame any malase he may have had.

He listened to her father, a figure quite broad in the waist for an elf, vainly attempt to slow the girl. He listened to her put him of swiftly, then turn and gracefully, if not fluidly, continue her speach, this time directed to the masses. She spoke more hastily than he would have, yet her point was shared wholeheartedly. She would, he surmissed, lead horse and sword this very evening to gather back those lost to the enemy. He agreed their rescue must be done, but thought diplomatic means should be searched, or at least attempted, first. Still, he knew this young elven spirit would have great part in the forthcoming days.

Gazing back across the floor, he laid his eyes for the first time on the mass of hatred and anger that was Calash. He knew of the betrayal in Moglatour, when the Reine forced the changing of this mans heart. He knew the source of his mistrust of forest folk. He had read the stars and knew even of this night, and of Calash's capture. But for once, he stood unsure. He did not know the extent of the damage to this man's heart. It presently flowed black, but would it change... it was muddy and unclear. The fog in the heavens had been gaining strength, and the stars had become like huddled masses, difficult to tell where one ended and the next began.

And what of the Reine? He had attempted to find where they had moved, but found the trail shockingly cold. These people, even to him, were still of some mystery and doubt, yet he found it hard to believe they could disappear so suddenly without assistance from a more powerful source.

Having more questions and doubts in his mind, he felt it better to listen and see, and when the time had come, he would speak his mind. For now, he would address his coming, and watch.

Turning slowly he spoke, "I am K'larn, son of Y'lair and G'shon, both of the forest Kittsain, many many strides from this land. I greet my noble woodland folk, and those not of our land. Though know me you may not, each of you holds a spot in my minds eye. Great things are on the move, and Great times are amoungst us. We must remember that all we say here, and all that is said, is for all, not for individuals. Hasty reaction and ill-spoken words should be controlled. I will take back the vacant chair of the Centaur on this counsol, unless there is objection to this action. I will have words later, but feel I have taken the voice of others out of turn, and will reflect until my time comes around."

With this, he walked slowly to the spot left vacant for more years than most in the room had known. As he sat, he knew something was not right. Puzzled by his inability to place the source of his discontent, he put more attention to his senses than he usually would at times like this. Eyes wide, ears perked, and nostrils occasionally flaring, he stayed his ground.

Something was amiss.

 

[Mistress]

Liviana Tal'Shara

She smiled as K'larn spoke, leaning forward listening to his every word. She fully agreed with him, and felt he deserved the spot on the council, it had been so long since a Centaur had been present in the meetings....

Her fingers stopped twirling her hair and pulled it back out of her face, paying attention to everything. She noticed a strange look over come K'larn's face but it was gone no sooner then it had appeared, she wondered what he had been thinking at that moment. Slowly her violet eyes gazed over the room and all those who had been speaking. She nodded her head to the Wolf-man and winked at Drago playfully, it had been awhile since she had seen him as well. Then she looked Calash over for what could have been only the zillionith time and sighed, why was he making things so difficult?

 

[Lethe]

Calash laughed, a harsh, discordant sound in the echoing vault.

'Listen to you. Speaking of your omens and your lineage. You are old and rotten things, like your trees, in need of felling. Dark, forest magicks have dominated humanity for too long. Your Age is over, dark creatures. Our Age, the Age of Men, is coming. Pray to your dying gods you survive it'

Looking at them; the beasts that walked as men, the pale, sharp-eared degenerates, and the winged, reptillian horror, he could find nothing but hatred in his heart for them, and for a moment that worried him. I never used to hate like this.

His voice rose as though he was drowning out his thoughts.

' There is a power gathering', yes, this was right, he felt it. 'The old ways are fading, the new ways are beginning'

His voice slowed and softened, and almost a note of regret entered it.

'Nothing will ever be the same again'

For a moment, it was as if another, one raspingly old and cynical, had spoken through the human prince. Sweat glistened on Calash's face, and he realised with a start his fingernails had been driven so hard into the palms of his hands that they'd drawn blood. He walked quietly, forlornly, to the edge of the dais.

'Every day in this forest, the same. Same riddles. Same quests. Same games you play with human sport. It all has to end'

He sounded tired, defeated.

'I hate you all'

 

[chewbacca71]

Razorfang

Razorfang watched in amusement as the Elven Maiden wrapped her father around her finger. All daughters, no matter what type of creature, were all possessing of that same abiblity. It amused Razorfang to no end to see the self-important elven lord sputtering in his own confusion. He then turned and listed to the Centaur. His arguments were quite persuasive, and taking the council seat was a stroke of genius. It would allow him to catch up on current events , while also affording him the opurtunity to help make the decisions before the council.

Razorfang was poised to sit back and relax when the human rose up to speak. The prince gave quite an impassioned speech, one that would surely raise the ire of the forrest community. Then Razorfang noticed something odd, there was a scent of blood coming from the prince. He turned his keen eyesight to the man and noticed that there was a trickle of blood coming from each fingernail. It looked like splinters of wood had been driven into the soft flesh of his hands. This was a mystery that Razorfang did not know the answer to. He vowed to talk to Draco and see what this may all mean.