Post by KinKan on Aug 8, 2007 8:52:10 GMT -5
The Plot
with Tarasoul divided and in chaos the people are struggling to rise back to control. some fight alone, some have banded together with the creatures they once hated, the anthro’s and half-breeds. Tarasoul is still divided, most of the people still unable to get over the past. trust runs thin, and now rises the battle between the light and the dark....
it is your choice which side to join, the darkness or the light. walk in the prints of the anthros, half-breeds, angels, and humans on the side of light. or fly on the wings of shadows as a demon, darkening the sky with your evil touch. no species is bound to one particular side, a human can be evil too, but few will be spared by those who are mistaken for an enemy, fore no one is neutral. take up arms as a warrior and battle the enemy, which ever side that might be. but enemies may lie deeper and darker then you know, one of your own may be your ally... or your biggest foe.
The Story
War has shattered the world of Tarasoul as the inhabitants knew it, divided into four armies. the north, the south, the east, and the west. The humans rose to power after the anthros were defeated. but their greed and lust for power called out the deeper foes. Demise, the dragon of Ragnarok, and his rider rose and darkened the skies beneath their massive wings. beneath the dragons black fire the world that had risen into triumph and magnificence, died in a day on the breath of death’s wind. with his rebirth Demise brought forth the wells, the gateways to the spirit realms. five in total, one in each of the shattered divisions of Tarasoul and one hidden where none could find it. the rise of the portals gave birth to the dark ages, as demons rose and ran free over the lands. demise soon returned to his slumber, taking three of the wells with him. the rise of demons subsided, but the darkness still remained
hundreds of years after the war Tarasoul remains shattered and under the plague of demons’ darkness. some have risen to fight back the dark as demon slayers, calling on the powers of light to banish them. Angels have been summoned as well to push back the darkness, the gateway to the heavens open both ways. with the world in chaos, the boundaries between light and darkness shattered, and the portals to the spirit realms left open, few though it could be worse. but they are wrong. the final portal, the Nightmare Gate, the entrance to hell itself was found... the Nightmare Gate has been opened.
Sample Roleplay from this Site
White orbs focused on the city around them, their master having stood in the same spot for about two hours. He hadn't moved once and it almost seemed that he might be a statue, unless she saw that his chest was moving slightly as he breathed the city air.
The white mirrors were observing the human race. Watching how they moved, the way they shifted weight as they took their steps. How they breathed as someone sat on a bench for a while. It was a benifit to the mirror's master to know such things. To know his enemy.
Then within seconds, the mirrors moved to spot a white cloaked fea being.....attacked by a group of meer teens.
Their master wasn't a good deed doer. He was evil and coldhearted. His eyes showed no emotion and his face was always blank. If he smiled, it wasn't to show he was happy for to express an emotion, it was to be polite. Smileing was alien to him and he prefered not to take part in such foolish acts but at times, it was good to add it in.
So he pushed off the brick wall he had been leaning on for the past two hours and disappeared. Not in a cloud of smoke but as if in thin air, or as if....he hadn't even been there.
Then he was there, Infront of the fea and looking the man infront of her. His white eyes showing no rage or anger but he was annoied. His black hair covering his right eye, leaving only one foggy, white orb to burn into the human's eyes. The mirrors were both intense and gentle. They glowed like the moon.
Though with a single look, the mark of his power could be seen. It was a birthmark and a curse mark. The name he had mentally given himself was Curse, which was what he was. It was under his left eye, almost overlapping it.
Basic Information
Website Name: NightMare Gate
WebSite Url: nightmaresgate.proboards79.com/index.cgi?
Activity: Active
Number of Members: 22
Number of Posts: 13,584
Affiliation Code:
with Tarasoul divided and in chaos the people are struggling to rise back to control. some fight alone, some have banded together with the creatures they once hated, the anthro’s and half-breeds. Tarasoul is still divided, most of the people still unable to get over the past. trust runs thin, and now rises the battle between the light and the dark....
it is your choice which side to join, the darkness or the light. walk in the prints of the anthros, half-breeds, angels, and humans on the side of light. or fly on the wings of shadows as a demon, darkening the sky with your evil touch. no species is bound to one particular side, a human can be evil too, but few will be spared by those who are mistaken for an enemy, fore no one is neutral. take up arms as a warrior and battle the enemy, which ever side that might be. but enemies may lie deeper and darker then you know, one of your own may be your ally... or your biggest foe.
The Story
War has shattered the world of Tarasoul as the inhabitants knew it, divided into four armies. the north, the south, the east, and the west. The humans rose to power after the anthros were defeated. but their greed and lust for power called out the deeper foes. Demise, the dragon of Ragnarok, and his rider rose and darkened the skies beneath their massive wings. beneath the dragons black fire the world that had risen into triumph and magnificence, died in a day on the breath of death’s wind. with his rebirth Demise brought forth the wells, the gateways to the spirit realms. five in total, one in each of the shattered divisions of Tarasoul and one hidden where none could find it. the rise of the portals gave birth to the dark ages, as demons rose and ran free over the lands. demise soon returned to his slumber, taking three of the wells with him. the rise of demons subsided, but the darkness still remained
hundreds of years after the war Tarasoul remains shattered and under the plague of demons’ darkness. some have risen to fight back the dark as demon slayers, calling on the powers of light to banish them. Angels have been summoned as well to push back the darkness, the gateway to the heavens open both ways. with the world in chaos, the boundaries between light and darkness shattered, and the portals to the spirit realms left open, few though it could be worse. but they are wrong. the final portal, the Nightmare Gate, the entrance to hell itself was found... the Nightmare Gate has been opened.
Sample Roleplay from this Site
White orbs focused on the city around them, their master having stood in the same spot for about two hours. He hadn't moved once and it almost seemed that he might be a statue, unless she saw that his chest was moving slightly as he breathed the city air.
The white mirrors were observing the human race. Watching how they moved, the way they shifted weight as they took their steps. How they breathed as someone sat on a bench for a while. It was a benifit to the mirror's master to know such things. To know his enemy.
Then within seconds, the mirrors moved to spot a white cloaked fea being.....attacked by a group of meer teens.
Their master wasn't a good deed doer. He was evil and coldhearted. His eyes showed no emotion and his face was always blank. If he smiled, it wasn't to show he was happy for to express an emotion, it was to be polite. Smileing was alien to him and he prefered not to take part in such foolish acts but at times, it was good to add it in.
So he pushed off the brick wall he had been leaning on for the past two hours and disappeared. Not in a cloud of smoke but as if in thin air, or as if....he hadn't even been there.
Then he was there, Infront of the fea and looking the man infront of her. His white eyes showing no rage or anger but he was annoied. His black hair covering his right eye, leaving only one foggy, white orb to burn into the human's eyes. The mirrors were both intense and gentle. They glowed like the moon.
Though with a single look, the mark of his power could be seen. It was a birthmark and a curse mark. The name he had mentally given himself was Curse, which was what he was. It was under his left eye, almost overlapping it.
Basic Information
Website Name: NightMare Gate
WebSite Url: nightmaresgate.proboards79.com/index.cgi?
Activity: Active
Number of Members: 22
Number of Posts: 13,584
Affiliation Code:
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