Kyngdom Survival Guide
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This RP is going to be about the last Power war, and our special little boy king.
Only a few rules on this one.
In the end the Powers and Catastrophe must die. The Powers die in this order:
Cealani, Ayearth, Eico, Sylvia, Lunee, Cellist, Claaws and Catasrophe. Claaws and Catastrophe basically both die at the same time, Claaws kills him, but he was covered in the Brazen goo so Claaws dies too.
The animals of the forest are immune to the Brazen goo, but once the Powers die and some of their Powers find other hosts, those hosts are not so Brazen goo is exiked to be guarded by a village of humans in the desert. This is also by where the Power of Fin is in the caves in the sand.
Rule number two, no changing the Power Origin story.
Rule number three, the animals are mostly not on the Powers side, there are some though who side with them. But no humans side with the Powers. Only Cellist (Ugg! Stupid autocorrect! You all know who I mean by this.), who is a fairy and maybe evolves into a human....we still haven't agreed on this.
Catastrophe is a boy king. So he is the king of Kyndom untill Claaws kills him. How he became the king is still undetermined.
The Powers are guarded by six animals, who are the animals that the Powers could turn into. These animals are evil like Catastrophe and assigned by Catstrophe. Each has a reason of why they hate the Powers. Sometime in the centuries that follow, the guardians forget what they're guarding, only that if they realease the magical creature inside it will reak havoc on Kyndom, and to NEVER let them get activated. This was told by the crow guardian. The guardians also over time forgot that they sided with the humans, and now they are enemies.
Jaaws was hidden in a cave at this time, and maybe visited Catastrophe to make him evil, and maybe ruled Kyndom through him. You guys can decide that.
You can play as any charrie, whether it's your own ancestors or the Powers or Catasrophe or Jaaws, and this will go on all the way untill Catastrophe dies and what becomes of Kyndom after. I will be playing as Claaws, but feel free to add on and be Claaws for this, just post under your own charrie's name so we all do not get confused. Hopefully this will shape Kyndom as we know it, and form the hystory. (Like how I used the y instead of an i like Kyndom? :) :)
The last rule is to have FUN! I will post a comment tomorrow morning.
I hope this makes Kyndom more interesting for all you bored Kyndomers!
submitted by Claaws
(May 30, 2016 - 10:43 pm)
(May 30, 2016 - 10:43 pm)
(July 22, 2016 - 9:44 am)
(July 22, 2016 - 1:35 pm)
Thanks Claaws!
Also I like that idea about how when the Powers died, their magic needed to embody something else.... it couldn't just go away.
(July 22, 2016 - 3:43 pm)
Hum...Okay okay okay....First I only get exiled once....And....here I'll just write a timeline.
1. The flower dies Powers and Celesti born, yada bla.
2. Yay they grow up!
3. Sylvia creates animals
4. Yay everyone's happy. (Well except Eico and Claaws who are always in a fight)
5. Sylvia creates humans
6. Humans do stuff
7. Humans destroy stuff
8. Cealani kills Froststone and Catastrophe award revenge on him
8. I DECLARE WAR!!!!!! (On humans)
And I also destroy Kyndomopolis and Catastrophe swares revenge
9. I get exiled. Tear.
10. Jaaws is born
11. Catastrophe finds Jaaws and they become..."allies"
12. Catastrophe buys a dagger, gets hypnotized, yada bla. Everything Whist does
13. WHIST dies! *confetti fireworks yay!
14. Catastrophe become king
15.Claaws is out of exile.....
.......To be continued!!!!!
But seriously guys, should he really kill the king or not?
(July 23, 2016 - 1:39 am)
You forget about the part where Xiaoyu dies and Ayearth becomes lonely and depressed.
(July 23, 2016 - 8:58 am)
I have an idea......I DO NOT like writing as Catastrophe but here's something...It's not very good but....WARNING. THIS IS NOT VERY GOOD.
~Catastrophe
The throne had been empty for years. The previous ruling family had been wiped out by black plague and nobody was willing to take the job, after the new King mysteriously died. They said the job was 'cursed'. But I was willing.
At first they wouldn't let me. I was a child. But one of the servants took me to see the attendant who was currently in charge out of jest. You can say I'm talented with a knife. But, at first, they didn't let me be king. Just a small, foolish attendant.
I murdered my way up in ranks, befriending some, stabbing some ultimately in the back. Until finally I discovered a secret formidable and dangerous....
~~~
I was on duty as chancellor. Nobody took me seriously. They gave me no keys, no REAL position, and laughed, taking me for a fool. I was the child chancellor, the jester, the puppet. I wasn't allowed to go in public. Even after the person above me 'mysteriously' died and I took position as Chancellor. I sat, brooding, in my small room. Furnished with half-rich furniture. The bed, for all it's grand velvet, tassled canopy and comforter, really had a straw matteress.
I walked over to the nearest thing and kicked it. A small wooden box--more of a chest. I bent down, stroking it's wood, inspecting the wood grain. "What secrets do you have..." I murmured. I opened it--
--and bit back a scream. It was filled with toys. Did they think me a fool, to still play with toys and childish things? Did they think that I would take that without putting more blood on my dagger? Take it without even a laugh? But then Jaaws spoke to me. Guided me, if you will.
ThE dUnGeOnS....tHe DuNgEoNs....
It was clear, obviously. I turned the handle on my door to find it locked, possibly barred. I brought down the dagger and, in my rage, sliced the handle off. The handle wasn't iron like the others--it was some weak material, another thing that shouted to me that they didn't trust me, or believe me. But now that the handle was gone, I could effectively push the door open.
A drunk attendant staggered past. Although drunk, he noticed me. "Your door locked how you here." He said in a slurred voice. I launched myself at him, burying the knife into his chest, right between his rib cage and into his heart. His eyes widened and he toppled over. It was satisfactory, and I decided to do the same thing to the Powers. Except with a spear. YeS, a SpEaR wOuLd Be AmUsInG....
I ran down the stairs, blindly swiping my knife at an attendant who asked where I was going. I finally found the stone stairs to the dungeon, unbarred the door, and stepped in. ThE fArThEsT cElL... I ran down more flights of stone stairs, not bothering to wipe the man's blood off my knife as I went, and ran, and ran...untill, at the last cell, I saw.... "So the new king didn't die." There he was, curled in a weak position in a cell.
~~~
I threatened to reveal the Court's secret, that they were bribing, blackmailing, and torturing the King--who wouldn't be king for long. I murdered three of them who tried to go against me, by killing them in the night. One thing led to another...and I became King.
(July 23, 2016 - 11:39 am)
That's better than I did it, Icy!!!
(July 23, 2016 - 1:29 pm)
Wait, there is Plague in Kyngdom?
(July 23, 2016 - 1:43 pm)
There was Black Plague in Kyngdom a LOOOONG TIME AGO (this took place thousands of years ago) but there's none now, well there might be...I mean, everyone can get sick.
(July 23, 2016 - 2:30 pm)
I'm gonna post as Ayearth..... but first, a certain Power named Cealani must die...... however, I can still post a bit as Ayearth right?
And he will sense when the first Power dies...... a shudder in the balance. A ripple. The first pebble in an avalanche. The first one to die.
Dramatic, aye?
(July 23, 2016 - 2:15 pm)
It's Caelani, not Cealani. . .
(July 23, 2016 - 5:29 pm)
Yrp okay its awsom. Im gonna write before this hhappens.
~Catastrophe
I knocked on the door. The door slid open a tad and a gaurd peeked in. "Go away child." it spat
I simply smiled and held up the head of the bird. "Is-is that-?" I nodded. The leader of the Silver Beasts.
He cleard his throat and opened the door, an arm pointong the way to the royal room. I silently walked up the stairs. A clunk of a boot, the slap of dead meat, the drip of blood still oozing from the carcase. The slink of the dagger against my thie.
A big iron door carved with designs of the Powers in gold copper and silver marked the entrance to the throne room. Each Power's eye glistened with a gem. Dragon's had a dimond, white a pure. Gryphon's was a light topaz, clear like the sky and wind. Sea Dragon's was a dark Lapis Lazual, polished to a shine. Clawed Serpaint's was an emerald, glimmering and glowing like he was alive and watching the boy. Unicorn's was a dark amithis, glowing like dusk. And Angle wolf's was a black dimond, apposing Dragon's like an opposit. And the rumered Fairy who took care of the Powers was positioned in the middle of a flower like positioning. Her eyes were of....it almost looked like ice. And she....the fairy looked....so familular.....
Anger flowed through his fists and he admediatly grabbed his dagger and slashed through all the faces of the Powers, leaving Fairy's face blank. Her eyes though, were so familular.
The door swong open as he slashed the goudges, leaving him standing with a dagger in one hand and a head in the other. Twelve men were gathered in the space, one sitting in the chair. "Where is the king?" Catastrophe demanded bravely.
The twelve men laughed as one. "The king has died, fool. And no one will step up to take his place."
Catastrophe stepped up to the man in the chair, his dagger raised and the head of the beast danggling by his side. "I step up. I get the crown, because i slayed the Silver Beast's leader!"
There was a shocked silence as he held ip the head to all the twelve men to see. "That, that was only the rule for...for grwon men." the man in the chair stammpered. "Your a boy. The highest rank you will get in the castle is the jester."
Catastrophe felt his heart fall to this stomic. He came all this way, risked so much, just for this?
FeAr NoT bOy KiNg, TaKe ThE oFfEr, It WiLl GeT yOu A pLaCe In ThE cAsTlE. ThEn FrOm ThErE yOu CaN mUrDeR tHeSe FaKeRs AnD eArN tHe CrOwN.
Catatrophe sighed. Whatever it takes to kill the Powers and revenge the lives that were lost.
(July 23, 2016 - 6:26 pm)
~Storyteller
The PowerBeasts. The Archons. And most recently, the Powers. I remember when they were not called so. Who am I? I DONT EVEN KNOW I'M JUST USING THIS AS AN EXCUSE TO WRITE!!! Ahem, back in charecter. Let me show you something. Let us call it--THE COMPLETE AMAZING EPIC TIMELINE IN STORY FORM! It will teach you things. We will learn a lesson from each of the Powers...and the PowerFriend. In fact, let us start with the PowerFriend. I can show you many things. Let me show you a glimpse of what is happening, thousands and thousands of years ago, but of course not on this exact day......
The Powers sat in the meadow, all in their infant form, with Ayearth relaxing in the river, his scales gleaming. He was included, not shut away from his siblings, Celesti observed with pride. When she had noticed how seperate he might become, she had worried. But Ayearth seemed to get along with Ecio. Claaws was just laying on a patch of grass when Ecio darted--well, dart slithered--towards her and bit her. "THAT'S MY SPOT!" Ecio hissed. Claaws breathed a jet of fire at Ecio, showed her teeth, and went on to sleeping. Celesti darted over, magnifying her blue glow. The glow shone and she hovered there, unspoken words hanging in the air. The shine that hung in the air around her said more than just bright. Celesti gave Ecio and Claaws a look. The look said I am here. It said I am here and you are accepted. Her normal kind aura also shone with a voice that said "You are in trouble. BIG trouble, mister." "Ecio....your spot is over there." She said quietly and gently, instead of unleashing her anger. "Claaws, please don't breath fire at Ecio. If you react with harm you are no worse than the person who attacked you." Ecio wore a hurt expression. "Ecio, the mistake was easy to make. I don't blame you one tiny bit. But it's okay. Now would you please apologize to eachother?" The two faced off and muttered a remorseless sorry.
Celesti teaches us that we should always care. Instead of being angry or frustrated, we should only let three emotions show when confronting people: care, calm, and love. Celesti also teaches us through her biggest mistake, keeping a dangerous secret….that secrets will be our undoing one day.
Our next lesson to be learned is from Sylvia.
The Powers are older, much older. They proudly have a home in a cave, and are thirsty for change. Small (as of that time, she would grow much later), quiet Sylvia had an idea, but she was afraid to say it. She was afraid to step up. After all, she was the smallest Power. (Again, she would grow.) She told nobody, not even Celesti. Until, one day, she decided she had to speak up, because the candle inside her heart turned into a bonfire. She had to prove she was worth it.
So one day, she meekly sat inside the cave with the rest of the Powers. They had fought, and none of them was speaking to eachother. And the bonfire exploded out. “What if we weren’t the only things here?” She said. Lunee looked up first. “What do you mean?” Lunee said quietly, gently, and wisely. “I mean, what if there were other...creatures on the planet. Creatures like us.” Lunee was quiet, and Caelani spoke next. “You mean Gryphons and Angel Wolves-” “And Dragons-” “-And Fairies?” “And Serpents-” “And Sea Serpents.” The Powers had all decided they were different, seperated into species, but still siblings. It helped them, somehow, feel...better about being the only creatures. But finally, they came to an agreement. Only a few magical creatures, like them, should be made, in case the creatures rose up against the Powers. But Lunee was insistent--no more Angel wolves. Caelani asked why, and Lunee just snarled.
Sylvia created foxes first. She made six, and named the first two Artemis and Apollo. (Greek refrence, no?). She also made wolves-the first two being called Selene and Helios-after Angel Wolf, just with no wings. All birds she made after Caelani, but didn’t admit she had messed up and not given them parts of a lion. She made horses, snakes, water snakes, fairies (many, many fairies.), insects, amphibians, lizards, and many other creatures.
At the end of the day, she was pleased with her creating the animals, and promptly fell asleep for seven moons, marking the first week.
Sylvia teaches us to not be afraid to show our creativity--and our love. She did make most of the creatures out of love and respect for her siblings, and not just for herself. She also teaches us that we aren’t weak just because of our size.
I will post two more every day.
(July 23, 2016 - 6:50 pm)
Uh. . . Claaws? Are you impersonating Icy?
Because, Icy. . . This sounds like Claaws's writing style. Not your writing style.
(July 24, 2016 - 8:04 am)
This is my writing style. I am honored that you would've thought I was as good as Claaws though!!! :D
(July 24, 2016 - 5:02 pm)