Elementals: The Return of Kayarost (OOC, Semi-Open)

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Well, that's the first of the maps done. If you lot have any suggestions as to what the numbered nations should be named you're free to suggest as many as you want. I also figured this would give Vid a chance to set Coltaine's backstory more into the world if he wanted to, since he could now pick which nation he's from. The next map I'll have up is the one of the U.G.F, with as many of the cities and natural landmarks as I can include without cluttering it up too much.

I would suggest names, but they would be utterly random at best given that I know nothing about those nations. .

But nice map.

[Constaniana]

Well, that's the first of the maps done. If you lot have any suggestions as to what the numbered nations should be named you're free to suggest as many as you want. I also figured this would give Vid a chance to set Coltaine's backstory more into the world if he wanted to, since he could now pick which nation he's from. The next map I'll have up is the one of the U.G.F, with as many of the cities and natural landmarks as I can include without cluttering it up too much.

I would suggest names, but they would be utterly random at best given that I know nothing about those nations. .

But nice map.

Most of the names I use in this RP are either utterly random, or horrible mutations of words from foreign languages, like Aldraniri's name and his sword, so you don't have to worry about randomness. I won't accept stuff like Potatojewland, but otherwise you should be good.

[Olthar]

Well, that's the first of the maps done. If you lot have any suggestions as to what the numbered nations should be named you're free to suggest as many as you want. I also figured this would give Vid a chance to set Coltaine's backstory more into the world if he wanted to, since he could now pick which nation he's from. The next map I'll have up is the one of the U.G.F, with as many of the cities and natural landmarks as I can include without cluttering it up too much.

Where is the frozen north that Rebecca was born in?

[Zarkenis Ultima]

I would suggest names, but they would be utterly random at best given that I know nothing about those nations. .

But nice map.

Most of the names I use in this RP are either utterly random, or horrible mutations of words from foreign languages, like Aldraniri's name and his sword, so you don't have to worry about randomness. I won't accept stuff like Potatojewland, but otherwise you should be good.

Jewpotatoland? .

[Constaniana]

Well, that's the first of the maps done. If you lot have any suggestions as to what the numbered nations should be named you're free to suggest as many as you want. I also figured this would give Vid a chance to set Coltaine's backstory more into the world if he wanted to, since he could now pick which nation he's from. The next map I'll have up is the one of the U.G.F, with as many of the cities and natural landmarks as I can include without cluttering it up too much.

Where is the frozen north that Rebecca was born in?

I assumed it was in the U.G.F, so she would have been able to wander into Haventown on foot. It'll be a lot easier to tell when I make the specific map for the U.G.F and there's the giant white patch that's the frozen north. Or it could be one of the islands up at the top of the map, if you don't have a problem with Rebecca kayaking a long way.

[Olthar]

Where is the frozen north that Rebecca was born in?

I assumed it was in the U.G.F, so she would have been able to wander into Haventown on foot. It'll be a lot easier to tell when I make the specific map for the U.G.F and there's the giant white patch that's the frozen north. Or it could be one of the islands up at the top of the map, if you don't have a problem with Rebecca kayaking a long way.

Nah, she just walked over the water like Jesus.

[Constaniana]

Most of the names I use in this RP are either utterly random, or horrible mutations of words from foreign languages, like Aldraniri's name and his sword, so you don't have to worry about randomness. I won't accept stuff like Potatojewland, but otherwise you should be good.

Jewpotatoland? .

You tricky Mexican you.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Jewpotatoland? .

You tricky Mexican you.

[Constaniana]

I assumed it was in the U.G.F, so she would have been able to wander into Haventown on foot. It'll be a lot easier to tell when I make the specific map for the U.G.F and there's the giant white patch that's the frozen north. Or it could be one of the islands up at the top of the map, if you don't have a problem with Rebecca kayaking a long way.

Nah, she just walked over the water like Jesus.

Praise Caelstion!

[Olthar]

Nah, she just walked over the water like Jesus.

Praise Caelstion!

Who?

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Praise Caelstion!

Who?

That light god Jaehlhadon shat on his deathbed.

[Olthar]

Who?

That light god Jaehlhadon shat on his deathbed.

Ah.

[Constaniana]

Who?

That light god Jaehlhadon shat on his deathbed.

"My children, gather round. Before I pass on and be reborn, I have a gift for you all....."
"What is it"
*splat*
"Take this golden baby"
"Wait, what are we supposed to do-aw, crap, Jaehlhadon's gone. I blame you for this Froenstia,"
"Oh, shut up Pyrastar."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

That light god Jaehlhadon shat on his deathbed.

"My children, gather round. Before I pass on and be reborn, I have a gift for you all....."
"What is it"
*splat*
"Take this golden baby"
"Wait, what are we supposed to do-aw, crap, Jaehlhadon's gone. I blame you for this Froenstia,"
"Oh, shut up Pyrastar."

[Seshephe]

We would like to issue a formal complaint about the fact that you called it United Gaiacan Federation in the backstory and United Galllian (three l's = profit?) federation on the map.

Signed
-council of concerned pedants

[Videssos]

Well, that's the first of the maps done. If you lot have any suggestions as to what the numbered nations should be named you're free to suggest as many as you want. I also figured this would give Vid a chance to set Coltaine's backstory more into the world if he wanted to, since he could now pick which nation he's from. The next map I'll have up is the one of the U.G.F, with as many of the cities and natural landmarks as I can include without cluttering it up too much.

Oh, interesting. Coltaine could come from number 9, which could be called Dal Calain.

And I'll post soon enough.

[Strykla]

Still need posts from Coltaine, Matthias and Ariel/Renard.

Umm.... Yes man.

Can't do it till later today, going to rugby right now, but it'll be up before the sun sets.

[Constaniana]

Still need posts from Coltaine, Matthias and Ariel/Renard.

Umm.... Yes man.

Can't do it till later today, going to rugby right now, but it'll be up before the sun sets.

Alright no problem.

Well, that's the first of the maps done. If you lot have any suggestions as to what the numbered nations should be named you're free to suggest as many as you want. I also figured this would give Vid a chance to set Coltaine's backstory more into the world if he wanted to, since he could now pick which nation he's from. The next map I'll have up is the one of the U.G.F, with as many of the cities and natural landmarks as I can include without cluttering it up too much.

Oh, interesting. Coltaine could come from number 9, which could be called Dal Calain.

And I'll post soon enough.

Cool. Cool cool cool.

We would like to issue a formal complaint about the fact that you called it United Gaiacan Federation in the backstory and United Galllian (three l's = profit?) federation on the map.

Signed
-council of concerned pedants

Yes, I need to fix that in the backstory, since originally the whole world was going to be under one country, but then I decided to allow others in and changed the U.G.F from the world government to a continent-spanning superpower.

[Constaniana]

Also, Richard is important enough to get his own theme song.

[Videssos]

Also, Richard is important enough to get his own theme song.

I might go for this, because I can.

[Constaniana]

Yay one-shots.

Magnus felt the gas that blonde assassin had released finally overwhelming his body. The bear of a man no longer had the strength to keep his eyelids open. The last thing he saw with his eyes before falling into the depths of unconsciousness was the dozens of assassins sprawled across the muddy earth, all of them having broken bones at the minimum. As he drifted into the forcefully induced sleep Magnus's mind began having a flashback, most likely as some odd allergic reaction to the sleeping gas...

The little boy eagerly climbed up the mountain trail, whistling a folk melody his grandmother had taught him as he went. His chestnut hair was short and seemed like it had only been cut a day or two ago. He was dressed in a simple brown shirt with short sleeves, wearing dark green shorts that were definitely hand-me-downs from some bigger sibling, as even with the simple black belt tightened around his waist as much as it could be they still sagged just a tiny bit.

The child had hiked the path up this peak many times, and aside from the passing of the seasons relatively little changed about it. The motley grey and brown stone remained a natural constant, a blessing of Terestark to the faithful villagers. The boy's life was quite the same way. A comfortable, steady routine in his backwater village, where things remained the same for generations, regardless of whatever wars went on in the world. His way of life was set in stone. And yet, stone changes over time. It can be worn down by wind, water, and nature, just as people's lives change over time. Eventually the boy would grow up into a man, and given that he already had great potential as an Elemental he would most likely have to march off and fight in the war. Stone changes with time, ever so slowly.

And sometimes, it changes suddenly, and completely without warning, acted upon by a completely unexpected force.

The earth beneath the boy's feet began trembling violently, small fissures appearing along the stone mountainside. With tremendous force the side of the mountain was blasted off in an awe-inspiring blast of heat and pressure. The thick clouds of soot and smoke parted some, and the boy from the village could see someone standing there. It was another child, close in age to the first one, but he looked quite different. His hair was a scarlet and orange mess, long and spiky and tangled. His face was smudged by soot, and excited, innocent vermilion eyes looked all around him in wonder and fascination. The ginger child noticed the villager child and eagerly bounded over to him.

"Hi, do you want to be friends?" The redheaded boy asked happily, before turning around. Out of the hole in the side of the mountain a river of lava began to flow, seeping towards the two lads. "Oh. We should run now." Said the sooty boy.

[Olthar]

Magnus felt the gas that blonde assassin had released finally overwhelming his body. The bear of a man no longer had the strength to keep his eyelids open. The last thing he saw with his eyes before falling into the depths of unconsciousness was the dozens of assassins sprawled across the muddy earth, all of them having broken bones at the minimum. As he drifted into the forcefully induced sleep Magnus's mind began having a flashback, most likely as some odd allergic reaction to the sleeping gas...

The little boy eagerly climbed up the mountain trail, whistling a folk melody his grandmother had taught him as he went. His chestnut hair was short and seemed like it had only been cut a day or two ago. He was dressed in a simple brown shirt with short sleeves, wearing dark green shorts that were definitely hand-me-downs from some bigger sibling, as even with the simple black belt tightened around his waist as much as it could be they still sagged just a tiny bit.

The child had hiked the path up this peak many times, and aside from the passing of the seasons relatively little changed about it. The motley grey and brown stone remained a natural constant, a blessing of Terestark to the faithful villagers. The boy's life was quite the same way. A comfortable, steady routine in his backwater village, where things remained the same for generations, regardless of whatever wars went on in the world. His way of life was set in stone. And yet, stone changes over time. It can be worn down by wind, water, and nature, just as people's lives change over time. Eventually the boy would grow up into a man, and given that he already had great potential as an Elemental he would most likely have to march off and fight in the war. Stone changes with time, ever so slowly.

And sometimes, it changes suddenly, and completely without warning, acted upon by a completely unexpected force.

The earth beneath the boy's feet began trembling violently, small fissures appearing along the stone mountainside. With tremendous force the side of the mountain was blasted off in an awe-inspiring blast of heat and pressure. The thick clouds of soot and smoke parted some, and the boy from the village could see someone standing there. It was another child, close in age to the first one, but he looked quite different. His hair was a scarlet and orange mess, long and spiky and tangled. His face was smudged by soot, and excited, innocent vermilion eyes looked all around him in wonder and fascination. The ginger child noticed the villager child and eagerly bounded over to him.

"Hi, do you want to be friends?" The redheaded boy asked happily, before turning around. Out of the hole in the side of the mountain a river of lava began to flow, seeping towards the two lads. "Oh. We should run now." Said the sooty boy.

Alright?

[Videssos]

Magnus felt the gas that blonde assassin had released finally overwhelming his body. The bear of a man no longer had the strength to keep his eyelids open. The last thing he saw with his eyes before falling into the depths of unconsciousness was the dozens of assassins sprawled across the muddy earth, all of them having broken bones at the minimum. As he drifted into the forcefully induced sleep Magnus's mind began having a flashback, most likely as some odd allergic reaction to the sleeping gas...

The little boy eagerly climbed up the mountain trail, whistling a folk melody his grandmother had taught him as he went. His chestnut hair was short and seemed like it had only been cut a day or two ago. He was dressed in a simple brown shirt with short sleeves, wearing dark green shorts that were definitely hand-me-downs from some bigger sibling, as even with the simple black belt tightened around his waist as much as it could be they still sagged just a tiny bit.

The child had hiked the path up this peak many times, and aside from the passing of the seasons relatively little changed about it. The motley grey and brown stone remained a natural constant, a blessing of Terestark to the faithful villagers. The boy's life was quite the same way. A comfortable, steady routine in his backwater village, where things remained the same for generations, regardless of whatever wars went on in the world. His way of life was set in stone. And yet, stone changes over time. It can be worn down by wind, water, and nature, just as people's lives change over time. Eventually the boy would grow up into a man, and given that he already had great potential as an Elemental he would most likely have to march off and fight in the war. Stone changes with time, ever so slowly.

And sometimes, it changes suddenly, and completely without warning, acted upon by a completely unexpected force.

The earth beneath the boy's feet began trembling violently, small fissures appearing along the stone mountainside. With tremendous force the side of the mountain was blasted off in an awe-inspiring blast of heat and pressure. The thick clouds of soot and smoke parted some, and the boy from the village could see someone standing there. It was another child, close in age to the first one, but he looked quite different. His hair was a scarlet and orange mess, long and spiky and tangled. His face was smudged by soot, and excited, innocent vermilion eyes looked all around him in wonder and fascination. The ginger child noticed the villager child and eagerly bounded over to him.

"Hi, do you want to be friends?" The redheaded boy asked happily, before turning around. Out of the hole in the side of the mountain a river of lava began to flow, seeping towards the two lads. "Oh. We should run now." Said the sooty boy.

Um...
Since when was Ichigo Kurosaki in this RP?

[Constaniana]

Magnus felt the gas that blonde assassin had released finally overwhelming his body. The bear of a man no longer had the strength to keep his eyelids open. The last thing he saw with his eyes before falling into the depths of unconsciousness was the dozens of assassins sprawled across the muddy earth, all of them having broken bones at the minimum. As he drifted into the forcefully induced sleep Magnus's mind began having a flashback, most likely as some odd allergic reaction to the sleeping gas...

The little boy eagerly climbed up the mountain trail, whistling a folk melody his grandmother had taught him as he went. His chestnut hair was short and seemed like it had only been cut a day or two ago. He was dressed in a simple brown shirt with short sleeves, wearing dark green shorts that were definitely hand-me-downs from some bigger sibling, as even with the simple black belt tightened around his waist as much as it could be they still sagged just a tiny bit.

The child had hiked the path up this peak many times, and aside from the passing of the seasons relatively little changed about it. The motley grey and brown stone remained a natural constant, a blessing of Terestark to the faithful villagers. The boy's life was quite the same way. A comfortable, steady routine in his backwater village, where things remained the same for generations, regardless of whatever wars went on in the world. His way of life was set in stone. And yet, stone changes over time. It can be worn down by wind, water, and nature, just as people's lives change over time. Eventually the boy would grow up into a man, and given that he already had great potential as an Elemental he would most likely have to march off and fight in the war. Stone changes with time, ever so slowly.

And sometimes, it changes suddenly, and completely without warning, acted upon by a completely unexpected force.

The earth beneath the boy's feet began trembling violently, small fissures appearing along the stone mountainside. With tremendous force the side of the mountain was blasted off in an awe-inspiring blast of heat and pressure. The thick clouds of soot and smoke parted some, and the boy from the village could see someone standing there. It was another child, close in age to the first one, but he looked quite different. His hair was a scarlet and orange mess, long and spiky and tangled. His face was smudged by soot, and excited, innocent vermilion eyes looked all around him in wonder and fascination. The ginger child noticed the villager child and eagerly bounded over to him.

"Hi, do you want to be friends?" The redheaded boy asked happily, before turning around. Out of the hole in the side of the mountain a river of lava began to flow, seeping towards the two lads. "Oh. We should run now." Said the sooty boy.

Alright?

It's supposed to show Magnus's backstory, and eventually it would include other characters, as well as showing how the world was during the Final Daemon War...but if you guys aren't that interested in it I won't bother continuing it.

[Seshephe]

Alright?

It's supposed to show Magnus's backstory, and eventually it would include other characters, as well as showing how the world was during the Final Daemon War...but if you guys aren't that interested in it I won't bother continuing it.

I like that