Post by $øþhî€ on Oct 3, 2005 19:07:10 GMT
Out of Character
Plot -
This Role Play is about a mystical treasure, dubbed the Sapphire Flame, being stolen. A group of brave wolves, known as the Venators (hunters in Latin), are now getting more wolves to follow their dream, in trying to get back the stolen artifact...
Rules -
1) No God-moding/Power-playing/'Perfect' Characters,
2) Every wolf and wolfess must have flaws,
3) Elements and strange markings are allowed, but no wings or mutations (pure wolves only),
4) Literates and Semi-Literates,
5) No foxes/werewolves/humans/dogs/ etc,
6) HAVE FUN.
Setting/Scene -
Although 'tis the middle of Summer, a cold, artic breeze has appeared, since The Sapphire Flame was stolen. Early morning.
In Character -
The sun, barely visible in the morning light, had still appeared over the horizon, suprising, really. After the moon had stopped appearing, and no food nor water could be found, the wolves inhabiting the plains of Sapphire Jewels, they had begun to give up hope of ever finding the mystical treasure of their lands; The Sapphire Flame. The Sapphire Flame was the one thing in their entire forest, fields and rivers, that kept peace and harmony throughout. The guarders of The Sapphire Flame, which had been stolen, were being questioned right now. But, Spirit, a resident in the forest, fields and rivers of Sapphire Jewels, was not satisfied. Unknown to the higher-ranking wolves in the area, Spirit called together a meeting, to see whom would come with her, to help her find The Sapphire Flame, before hunger and de-hydration killed the wolves of this village.
"Thank you all for coming." The brown wolfess, Spirit, began, her brown paws scraping nervously at the ground as she stared into the orbs of every wolf and wolfess in the clearing where she had called the meeting.
"I am dubbed Spirit, and I would like to request some help!" Spirit continued. A murmur flickered through the crowd of wolves.
"I need some help in locating the whereabouts of The Sapphire Flame, the guardian of our home!" Spirit barked. To her delight, some of the wolves smiled, their orbs saying they would help. To her dismay, many of the wolves were scowling, narrowed orbs sharing that they would not help, and would most likely turn her in to the Alpha and Alphess of the land, for attempting to 'control and decieve the wolves'. Spirit lowered her muzzle, as she finished explaining why she needed help, and two other wolves arose to their feet.
One was a femme, pure white, with sparkling blue orbs.
"I'll help! My dubbance is Sakura!" The white femme barked, her tail riding high in the air, head held high also, in defiance, for fighting back against those whom had taken The Sapphire Flame...
The other was a brute, black as the night-sky, with mystrious and handsome amber orbs.
"I will also help! My dubbance is Shadow!" The brute snarled, glaring at every wolf and wolfess around him, imploring them to also offer their help, but snarling a silent threat to those who would seek another path; the pathway, to stop them. His black fur shone, the white patches of fur on his coat and face standing out like lights in the darkness. His white undercoat brushed the dewy grass as he padded, beside his sister, Sakura, to stand proudly beside Spirit, holding his head up high...
Plot -
This Role Play is about a mystical treasure, dubbed the Sapphire Flame, being stolen. A group of brave wolves, known as the Venators (hunters in Latin), are now getting more wolves to follow their dream, in trying to get back the stolen artifact...
Rules -
1) No God-moding/Power-playing/'Perfect' Characters,
2) Every wolf and wolfess must have flaws,
3) Elements and strange markings are allowed, but no wings or mutations (pure wolves only),
4) Literates and Semi-Literates,
5) No foxes/werewolves/humans/dogs/ etc,
6) HAVE FUN.
Setting/Scene -
Although 'tis the middle of Summer, a cold, artic breeze has appeared, since The Sapphire Flame was stolen. Early morning.
In Character -
The sun, barely visible in the morning light, had still appeared over the horizon, suprising, really. After the moon had stopped appearing, and no food nor water could be found, the wolves inhabiting the plains of Sapphire Jewels, they had begun to give up hope of ever finding the mystical treasure of their lands; The Sapphire Flame. The Sapphire Flame was the one thing in their entire forest, fields and rivers, that kept peace and harmony throughout. The guarders of The Sapphire Flame, which had been stolen, were being questioned right now. But, Spirit, a resident in the forest, fields and rivers of Sapphire Jewels, was not satisfied. Unknown to the higher-ranking wolves in the area, Spirit called together a meeting, to see whom would come with her, to help her find The Sapphire Flame, before hunger and de-hydration killed the wolves of this village.
"Thank you all for coming." The brown wolfess, Spirit, began, her brown paws scraping nervously at the ground as she stared into the orbs of every wolf and wolfess in the clearing where she had called the meeting.
"I am dubbed Spirit, and I would like to request some help!" Spirit continued. A murmur flickered through the crowd of wolves.
"I need some help in locating the whereabouts of The Sapphire Flame, the guardian of our home!" Spirit barked. To her delight, some of the wolves smiled, their orbs saying they would help. To her dismay, many of the wolves were scowling, narrowed orbs sharing that they would not help, and would most likely turn her in to the Alpha and Alphess of the land, for attempting to 'control and decieve the wolves'. Spirit lowered her muzzle, as she finished explaining why she needed help, and two other wolves arose to their feet.
One was a femme, pure white, with sparkling blue orbs.
"I'll help! My dubbance is Sakura!" The white femme barked, her tail riding high in the air, head held high also, in defiance, for fighting back against those whom had taken The Sapphire Flame...
The other was a brute, black as the night-sky, with mystrious and handsome amber orbs.
"I will also help! My dubbance is Shadow!" The brute snarled, glaring at every wolf and wolfess around him, imploring them to also offer their help, but snarling a silent threat to those who would seek another path; the pathway, to stop them. His black fur shone, the white patches of fur on his coat and face standing out like lights in the darkness. His white undercoat brushed the dewy grass as he padded, beside his sister, Sakura, to stand proudly beside Spirit, holding his head up high...