A story of creation.
They went to heaven, or to hell,
And now: regeneration.
They're characters from distant lands,
There, to a new land, sent
Their spirits made by gentle hands,
Now for a new ascent.
The perils here in Paradise
Will soon befall the corps,
They'll test their mettle, try their might
And, eager, beg for more.
So stay awhile, lend your ear
As story is unfurl'd,
The wonderful will happen here:
The ending of the world.
WHEN THEY DIE: A Roleplay RP
OOC
It had been a long journey northwards for Haapsalu and Vrabriya, but they finally came. Navigation was simple; the great stone stage before them jutted out, a blister above the vast, flat plain. On the pedestal were a dozen or so statuesque figures, some floating, some in the position of frustrated combat, yet others holding the mannerisms of cordiality. This... well, this was to be expected, maybe, but not this many. Oddly enough, this didn't concern the duo. In fact, it felt... comforting, perhaps. A feeling upon which they would reflect at a later time.
The two of them had grown to be friends, having shared roughly the same tongue. It was difficult working out the kinks, but eventually they were both fluent in their hybrid language. Haapsalu had asked Vrabriya to come to the portal with him, and she'd complied. She thought it was nothing, but, with him living a mile away and the others wandering off to who knows where, she felt that a nice excursion with company was just what she needed. She didn't expect the dwarf to be actually right, for once.
The shorter one cried out. "See, I told you! The secret lies in the weather patterns, not in the stars!"
The warrior simply stared at the figures. There were giants among the group. "So this is what it looked like as I came through the portal?"
The dwarf chuckled. "Well, you were even more unflattering. Then again, they said that I looked pretty bad when I arrived."
"What do you suppose this means?"
"I can count the number of us on one hand; how am I supposed to know? We've tripled our population at least!"
"Do you at least think it's a good thing, then?"
"Probably. There's enough for everyone; we'll be fine."
"Well, sure, but..." She sighed. I think you should address them; my English is terrible."
"Mine isn't much better, you know."
"Yes, but... you have experience. I've only been out of my lands once before. I won't have the right words to say."
A sigh. "Fine, then. Last time I did this, I made an enemy out of a whole army. I'll do my best, but I make no promises."
The two of them found a good resting spot and waited for the newcomers to wake, to melt into motion. There was no further talk, just a quiet, curious anticipation.