Fantasy World RP!!!

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Fantasy World RP!!!

Fantasy World RP!!!

OK, so I'm giving creating a Roleplay another try. I was hugely inspired by a bunch of other roleplays, so here we go.

The World is called Aierothoth (Ay-ear-oh-thought) and it's split up into a few areas, which I will describle later. Quick summary of areas: There's a jungle, snowy mountains, a desert, and a large pit that seems like it has no end that surrounds the world. Bridges over the pit move into a neighboring country.

The Storyline: The earth is literally stirring. No, seriously guys. It is. Weather has been changing all over the place and people have been dissapearing. The king & queen of every culture, tribe, & group have mysteriously vanished. Unsettled by this, people have called a meeting in a large, white castle called Yeuimafa (Why-ooh-mah-fah), that sits at the center of the world.

But another tragedy strikes, and the castle is burning in embers. So, it's now your choice about what to do.

SignUp sheet:

NAME:

AGE: (Also, include gender please) 

RACE: (examples: Elf, dragon, fairy, dwarf, human, wizard/witch, animal, ect.)

LOOKS: (you can submit a picture if you want.)

PERSONALITY:

RANK: (in society/what's your job?)

HOME:

EXTRA:

Each player can have 2 charries. Here's mine:

NAME: Notoro

RACE: Ice Elf

LOOKS: (I'll post a picture in the comments)

PERSONALITY: Shy, a bit sad, rarely speaks.

RANK: Stablegirl.

HOME: The Ice Forests. 

EXTRA: She's an orphan. Has only one keepsake, that she keeps in a large oak box. 

submitted by Icy, age 11, The Forest
(May 19, 2016 - 6:38 pm)

Tif~

I am in the Frost Elf village. I look around in awe. The girl leading me looks down at her paper. 

"Oh, there is no suspect. We were supposed to talk to the High Priestress and ask her if she has any idea where the king and queen of the Frost Elves were last," the girl said.

That's a pretty big mix-up.

I continue following her, as I had this whole way. 

"What is your name?" I ask.

"Myra," she replies.

Myra knocks on a door.

"I'm busy," I hear a muffled call.

"We'll just have to wait," Myra says and sits down on the ground.

I roll a lightning ball around in my hands, as I always do when I am impatient. It isn't the best idea, because when I am surprised it might lash out. But, it is a habit.

A girl dressed in peasent's clothes files out before a girl dressed in fancy clothes. The fancy one must be the Hight Priestess.

"This is Tif," Myra says to the fancy robed one.

"Hi," I say and shake the High Priestess' hand.

"I'm Cherith," she says regally. 

"When and where did you last see the King and Queen?" Myra asked.

 

Brookeira, can you please continue? 

 

submitted by Natalie, age ?, USA
(May 27, 2016 - 3:46 pm)

(SORRYSORRYSORRY I was at camp!)

Cherith-

"I saw them four weeks ago at the palace," I sigh, "nothing since. Who are all of you, anyway?" 

submitted by Brookeira
(June 2, 2016 - 8:49 pm)