I really should have put "Sign Up" into the title of the other one. Eh, I can do that later I guess. Anyway, This is the story topic for the RPG "Descent", go to the other topic of nearly similar name if you want to sign up for it.
Also, sorry if you're expecting more, but I'm not used to long writings...
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Dark shadows spread across the land; passing through the homes of many undetected by all. The shadows infest everything that they can, man and beast alike, slowly devouring the spirit resting within their hosts as they continue their quest for dominance over this world. While most are oblivious to their advance, the gods watching over this world grow worried about their growth.
A shining figure appears; the light wrapped around it concealing its form. A gentle voice calls out, "Help... This world is in danger, and our own powers are simply not great enough to stop the cause of it. Even though you may not feel it, you possess an incredible spirit, perhaps one strong enough to stop the evil flowing through this land. Sadly, as it is now, it simply isn't enough. We may be able to help you and grant you some of our strength, however you must travel to where our power is the strongest for us to do so. We beg of you, please defeat the dark spirits which plague the land..." As the last words are said, the light fades, and the world around you shifts to a more familiar scene.
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Nalian awakens in his bed; a fading darkness surrounds him, pierced by a dim ray of light from the rising sun. He climbs out of bed, putting on his simple clothes and grabbing his walking stick, just in case he would need it. He leaves the house into the still sleeping town; slowly walking towards the edge of the town while thinking about the dream that woke him.
It was a message from the gods, that I'm sure... But what if it was nothing more than a foolish dream? I would just be wandering off to my own death. He stops moving for a second as he thinks, a sad look covering his face as he reaches a decision. I suppose that would be just as well, I'm not helping anyone here by staying... Plus if it is true I'll finally be able to do something that matters. ...If I can actually make it. He sighs, continuing towards the edge of the town while continuing to think of what is to come for him.
As he reached the end of the town, met by nothing more than just a sign with the town's name etched onto it, the sun had risen into the air. The darkness of night now just a path before him, a path he must walk upon. Stepping forward, out of the town he hears a faint cry behind him, noticing a brown cat moving towards him.
He lightly chuckles at the sight of the cat. Its been nearly two years since he had first found it injured and helped it recover, which was one thing he was proud of considering that most other things he had attempted quickly failled. Ever since that though, its been kind of a friend to him, following him around even if he didn't want it to.
"So, you want to come along too?" He asks, to the response of a meow. "Alright then, a bit of company is always good I gue- Hey!"
The cat leaps up onto his back and then rests itself on his shoulder, generating a sigh from Nalian as he keeps walking, eventually reaching a small forest after nearly two hours of walking. Nalian stops moving to rest at the edge of the forest, tired and unused to travelling longer distances. As he sits down, the cat awakens and leaps off of his shoulder, looking intently into the forest as it walks into it.
Descent - Story
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OOC: Alright, sorry it took so long for my post. I kind of did some other things this weekend besides just sitting here and being bored lol.
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It was a calm morning in Verali Forest. The light seeped in between the thick leaves in the center of the forest. Inside the heart of the forest, there was a small hut held by six strong posts of wood with layers of leaves covering the roof and sides of the hut. Inside Feral laid on the soft matting of fur he had gathered throughout his years in the forest. He took a deep breath and yawned as he awoke.
He got up on his knees, for if he stood he would hit the ceiling of his small hut, and crawled out of the hut. Outside, he found a few very small embers of his fire still burning from the previous night. He walked over a tree and picked a leaf. He clutched the leaf with his hand and took a deep breath as he smelled the air around him.
“The atmosphere around here is arid and dry,” he began, slipping the dry leaf in between his large fingers. “The leaves themselves seem to be wilting around here as well as the wildlife.”
He looked back at the small burning embers of his fire. Under normal circumstances the fire would burn out, but recently the dancing flames had outlived the night, dieing out later in the morning.
He stuck the leaf in his mouth and swallowed it. The leaf was not luscious and fresh as he had once remembered.
“Perhaps it is time I migrate south to the tropics.”
However, in reality he knew that such a trip would take him grueling months to get across. With his injured arm, he wouldn’t be able to hunt bigger game, or construct shelter. The thought quickly dissipated out of his mind.
After a few moments of pondering, he heard the rattling of leaves. He froze in his place as he analyzed where it was coming from.
“It looks like breakfast is on the way…” he thought to himself.
He slowly paced through the jungle, eager to catch his prey.
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It was a calm morning in Verali Forest. The light seeped in between the thick leaves in the center of the forest. Inside the heart of the forest, there was a small hut held by six strong posts of wood with layers of leaves covering the roof and sides of the hut. Inside Feral laid on the soft matting of fur he had gathered throughout his years in the forest. He took a deep breath and yawned as he awoke.
He got up on his knees, for if he stood he would hit the ceiling of his small hut, and crawled out of the hut. Outside, he found a few very small embers of his fire still burning from the previous night. He walked over a tree and picked a leaf. He clutched the leaf with his hand and took a deep breath as he smelled the air around him.
“The atmosphere around here is arid and dry,” he began, slipping the dry leaf in between his large fingers. “The leaves themselves seem to be wilting around here as well as the wildlife.”
He looked back at the small burning embers of his fire. Under normal circumstances the fire would burn out, but recently the dancing flames had outlived the night, dieing out later in the morning.
He stuck the leaf in his mouth and swallowed it. The leaf was not luscious and fresh as he had once remembered.
“Perhaps it is time I migrate south to the tropics.”
However, in reality he knew that such a trip would take him grueling months to get across. With his injured arm, he wouldn’t be able to hunt bigger game, or construct shelter. The thought quickly dissipated out of his mind.
After a few moments of pondering, he heard the rattling of leaves. He froze in his place as he analyzed where it was coming from.
“It looks like breakfast is on the way…” he thought to himself.
He slowly paced through the jungle, eager to catch his prey.