Perspective Measures
Settings & Atmosphere
In the North Plains, just at the base of a wide range of mountains sits the city of Varansuul, the chaotic capital of Loviatar, the Goddess of Agony and Pain. This city has rest under worship of Loviatar for centuries, even much so that the city even has its own history. Those who travel into the city of Varansuul seldom return. They are either converted, or publicly tortured and killed. The most evil of all the religions, Loviatans are always expanding and introducing more torturous and agonizing methods.
Today starts the beginning to a new dawn in Loviathan ways. A crusade will take place that will bring the wrath of Loviatar down on all the realm. Those who oppose or fight back, will fall swiftly to their death. Those who surrender to the crusade will then be converted to Loviatan ways and participate in the crusade. The world as we know it is soon to change, and Loviatar will be the dominant God among the races.
Details
This is stricktly a medieval fantasy RP
-No use of modern/out of place technology
lease use literacy to the best of your ability
lease provide details to your post and try to use paragraph form.
-Conversations can consist of short posts, understanding that holding conversations is something in which your character may not have much to say to certain responses.-No GMing, PMing, Instant Kills, etc. You know the deal
GAME INFO:
-The capital city of Loviatar is Varansuul, where the beginning of this campaign will begin. It is a large city consisting of only Loviatans and holds the largest Loviatan school. It is located in the North Plains just below the Great Mountains. The northern part of the city is blanketed in a large, un-named forest. Several housing districts are built into the forest.
Important Characters -
-Shira: NPC
-Azaglarius: NPC
-Barren Took: NPC
(see the site for brief info on these characters)
In joining this RP, it is assumed that your character is not a Loviatan and you will be put in a situation in which you are converted and taught in the ways of Loviatar.
It is solely up to you, but this RP would flow well and be much funner if your character has little knoweledge of combat and magic, so that your character can learn and find great struggles in their adventures to add excitement and thought, then experience will be gained accordingly.
-Have fun!
Replies
have been wanting to use this profile his name means murderer in japaneseCreated by Hitogoroshi (Megsrus aka Meg) 78d 6hours ago. [ ]
Kers smiled under a shower of fairy and dust and said "My love I am but a human who has seen to many battles and wish only to teach others the lessons I have learned." He had seen many immortals but this fairy had him flustered. <<I know we are still waiting for them I want to say this other thing but then you and me probably are not going to talk until tomorrow maybe you or I should start our own RP??>> "We should focus on those with the bows, young ones may we all speak."
"What are you Kers," Mini said flying in front of his face. She carefully scrutinized him but still couldn't tell under all his scars. For all she knew he could be a magic wielder under some sort of disguise. Curious she flittered around him her own harmless green dust showering on him. This dust would not hurt him in fact it was believed that it could make people happy.Created by Mini (Megsrus aka Meg) 78d 6hours ago. [ ]
"Mini what a cute name" said the stranger examining the area but admiring the beauty of a fairy but knowing that with their beauty can come a life of misery. "My name is Kers and I am only a man that has seen many terrors and I seek peace where I can but more so I am always looking for a friend" and with that he smiled such a sincere smile knowing that he has always been infatuated with fairies."Ministia Jerinscalptia Herinflowto. But you may call me Mini," Mini said her attitude noticebly improving. It was a good thing that he had not been talking about her. Or else she would have put some dust in his clothes. Whether she would have chose sleeping, sneezing, or itching she did not know. But obviously he was not talking about her but a different person. And since he had said she was gorgeous he had quite good taste. Plus he had called her a piece of good fortune as well.Created by Mini (Megsrus aka Meg) 78d 6hours ago. [ ]
The stranger noticed a fairy screaming and smiled. "Gorgeous, I was not speaking of you but the one who shot the arrow but nice that we are in such good company because of course the presence of a fairy speaking and showing her whereabouts means good fortune. What is your name?""Elf! Elf! I am most certainly not an elf. I happen to be a pure-bred seventh generation forest fairy thank you very much," Mini said indignantly flying out into the open air. How could she be confused with some run of the mill seen every day elf? It was obvious from her fine figure and glistening wings that she was a fairy. A very special fairy. Not an elf!Created by Mini (Megsrus aka Meg) 78d 7hours ago. [ ]
<<Nice well thanks for allowing me to jump in >> The stranger dodges an aimless arrow and laughs. "Why does everything in the woods need to be settled with violence?!" He screams grasping his sword. A beautiful sword melded by the greatest Dwarven smiths in all the land. "Young lady speak your voice please, as long as your tongue is not as dangerous as that bow and young elf come from the trees and let us all speak." The worn soldier said with a confident yet weary smile along his face.Mini let out a small squeel as she barely avoided one of the arrows. She had been minding her own business and someone was shooting willy nilly. With a frown on her face she flew through the trees, avoiding various branches and twigs. Finally she reached the edge of the forest and saw not one but two archers. "What is going on here," she demanded in her shrilly voice landing daintly on a tree limb.Created by Mini (Megsrus aka Meg) 78d 7hours ago. [ ]
His eyes dance around the trees for a few moments and then move back to the dirt before him. Sweeping his feet he kicks up dust and watches it disappear in a cloud of smoke. He takes several more paces before hearing a rustle in the leaves. Glancing up he watches just in time as an arrow rockets from behind the trees in his direction. He flinches his body to the left, but not enough. The arrow whistles right into his arm and emerges half way up the shaft, the other end of the arrow sticking out the back side of his forearm. He screams in pain and drops to his knees. Grabbing his bow he then readies and arrow and fires aimlessly into the woods."Now that wasn't smart do you shoot every stranger young lady? This is a troubling time indeed but be smart young one... He can be assist to your life and you do not even know it." Said a stranger walking through the woods. He stood tall with a strength that commanded attention. His scars showed he had seen many battles but had a peace within his eyes. < I hope you guys don't mind me joining, and also Drist do you follow pain and agony?
<<won't be on tomorrow...school concert...so sorry....but i won;t abandon this rp.....it seems cool...so i shall be back...jsut not tomorrow...so don;t worry...see ya soon....cuz i gotta go now....bibii.>>Moving along at a rather slow pace he begins wondering what life holds ahead of him. He had been so eager to leave his forests and travel the realm in search of knoweledge, experience, new oppurtunities, and so much more. But now he felt so out in the open and vulnerable. He was only gone a month and already missed his cot and mother's meals. Instead he was not sleeping and portable bedroll and eating what little rations he could find, mainly sheeps gut and deer meat.Upon his left side sat uncomfortably an elven crafted longsword, and upon his back a shortbow with a quiver of fifteen arrows. He had already shot off five arrows when he was attacked by two orc travelers, and a scar upon his back showed that he didn't make it out flawlessly.
His hair flows smoothly against the wind, wipping out at the air before it. With a blank expression he glances up at the forest, wondering whether or not he was going to encounter a creature of the woods. Combat was not his cup of tea yet, though he could hold his own against moderate foes.
--No problem. This Rp is based around a Loviatan city called Varansuul. Loviatans are worshipers of Loviatan, the Goddess of Pain and Agony. Their methods are of pain and torture, and those who travel to the city seldom return.A link to the site is http://www.perspectivemeasures.webs.com --
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