
OOC: Welcome to Aeia's first Casual RP, The Last Light.
This is a Dark Souls themed RP focused around the journeys, trials and tribulations faced by the numerous characters from across the region. Each nation may RP a separate character of their choosing from their own nation, giving information about their quest, their past, their journey and maybe a few friends they may meet along the way. Everybody may have different reasoning for their journey, did they come to fulfill some form of ancient prophecy, do they seek answers, or do they have some sinister ulterior motive? Only time will tell. But time is convoluted, and not something we have in abundance, for the flame fades, and soon there will be dark...
In a land lost in time, shrouded in mist and obscurity, once there was light. The sun, the source of all life shone brightly across this world, and with it brought prosperity and harmony. The 'Old ones' who ushered in this age watched over their world and the life they had created. With their newfound power the old ones' conquered all which was once grey, and so began the age of Light. The old ones built shrines and monuments to their achievements and were revered by all beings of their new world. Yet all was not harmonious and one day there was a schism, a war, and then one day they vanished.
With the old ones no more, humans appeared and wielding the power of those who came before, built their own world, as Kingdoms rose and swept across the land. The world of the old ones had been warped into that of the humankind.
..But that is no more...Nobody knows how long ago that was...
First it was the sun, then the curse.
One day the sun began to fade, the sky shifted to black, and even now only embers remain, scattered across lands afar, stoked for the life and light which they bring.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, humans became afflicted with a curse, marked and branded... the darksign they called it. Once branded one was destined to go undead, to die and live over and over, until they went hollow, losing all memories, all sanity, all hope.
Of all remaining embers, none burn as brightly as that encased within Laterna, the Eternal City. When the sun went black, the High King stole away with the flame, sealing it behind closed doors; some say out of madness, selfishness, others say only to preserve it. Only those deemed worthy may enter the city, which draws in those branded by the curse through whispers and spirits. A haven they call it, the last light upon this earth. The golden halls of Laterna remain bright from the fire of the flame, in spite of the world around it. Those proving themselves are given lodgings, aid and above all the light and warmth of the burning flame.
But for how much longer will the flame burn, for soon the world be plunged into dark...
The whispers are too much to resist, thou may avoid their calling now, but one day, eventually thou must make pilgrimage to the eternal city. The Blue Gate one must find, and prove thyself to be worthy of entry.
They say the Eternal City yields all answers, cures all ailments and proves a safe haven for all undead. Yet those are only stories.
But as the old saying goes:
Thou who art undead art chosen.