A new era in original, fantasy RP. Four populated nations surround the ruins at the center of the known world - each with their own, strong culture. This original tale is woven around lush forests, dangerous city slums, raging seas, and endless valleys. A writer's greatest adventure is an application away.
Be it advanced technology, a knightly order, the way of a hunter, or the strength of a gang as your shield.. the land's new-born darkness will tear away at anything in its path. Fight for the gods? Fight for you nation? Fight for yourself?
WHO WILL YOU BLAME.
That's right. Be wary. Each thread the desecrants show up in will have a maximum amount of players allowed to enter to fight it. Though they may not be defeated right away, you might make them think twice about facing mankind... and could very well find them somewhere else in the world later on trying to get better luck.
A competition has been set up to create your very own NPCs! Create up to five for around the world of From Dust and you have a chance to get them accepted into the site's beastiary! This expands on our member-created base as an original site, so have at it!
Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 30, 2014 21:15:56 GMT -6
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE ALWAYS EARNED
Aaron watched Sylas as he spoke of the gang violence then the killing. His demeanor had changed drastically, almost as if he had sobered up. But Aaron knew he wasn’t fully sober. He studied the man before him taking in his dark expression though his eyes were far away. It was obvious to see that he was looking at an old memory that Aaron wasn’t sure if he wanted to know about. Either way, this man had killed before, whether intentional or not. But Aaron wasn’t interested in discussing something that would lead to a problem. Instead he opted for another topic to break the tension.
“So, this weather. Is it normally this cold every winter? Or is it just because I chose this particular winter to visit?” Aaron hated the cold weather. “Aquavia doesn’t have weather like this. In the winter, it just gets mildly cool. But nothing like this. This is unbearable. I can barely tolerate the short walk from here to the market and back. I’ve already had to repair the heater in my room twice because of it. The thing can’t even handle a single night.” He still needed to repair it one more time. As soon as something was fixed, it seemed like another part was broken. He still didn’t have the right pieces to fix it but he wasn’t about to go back into the weather to track them down. He’d rather drink more of the stale water than to go out and freeze for some spare pieces of metal.
It was too late, the young man was already trapped in a cloud of thought. One that he had been trying to avoid. Perhaps that's what he gets for introducing himself to people. Though it really wasn't Aaron's fault. All of this talk of violence and killing brought up thoughts and questions better left dead and gone. Should he join the army? Or the academy like his father would have wanted him to do? Did he have the drive? Or was he too lost in his subconscious self-pity? All very important and mentally taxing questions.
Sylas failed to notice Aaron's comment about the weather and his repair needs, and he felt as if he was being rude. Meeting his gaze but still an uncertain look in his eyes he answered, "Yeah, it's often very cold during these winters, Aster in particular is almost famous for it. But, the people of Hryst are accustomed to it." The man from Aquavia was an interesting one, and Sylas found it strange how satisfying it was to talk to him, to anyone really. Alas, with his mind wandering the seas of far off places, he felt his need for conversation has been exhausted. He got up with a grunt, wobbling a bit before catching his balance and flashed the man a warm smile. "Well, Aaron it really was a pleasure to meet you, I hope all goes well for you and i wish you the best of luck in your endeavors. I hope one day we may cross paths again." He held out his hand and flashed another smile again.
With that, he would continue toward the door and enter the brisk air of the night. Much on his mind. Many things to consider. He would make his way back home.
Post by Aaron Grimior on May 14, 2014 9:26:41 GMT -6
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE ALWAYS EARNED
As the dark haired man stood, Aaron noticed the far off look in his eyes. The previous conversation had obviously brought him places that Aaron didn’t think were pleasant. Aaron stood up as well and shook Sylas’ hand. “And it was a pleasure meeting you as well.” He watched Sylas walk out of the bar and sat back down thinking. Sylas’ thoughts had definitely turned sour at the mention of killing. It was obvious he had a past experience of some sort which he kept to himself. Aaron wasn’t one to pry and just let himself sit and look around at the still busy bar.
The two brawlers from earlier had both passed out on either side of the room, both bloodied from the fight. Girls waltzed around wearing dresses of a provocative nature, whether by choice or because of employment, Aaron did not know. What he did know what that he still needed to go out into the markets to gather supplies for his room. He paid the bartender for his drinks and left out into the snow. He tugged his coat tighter around him and tromped off to the markets. He was in need of quite a bit but he wasn’t sure how much this market would have.
Stopping at some of the shops, he looked around for anything he could use. Pieces of a stove. A small gas engine. Broken pieces of metal. At first glance, nothing looked as if it could be of any use. But Aaron’s mind was already thinking of ways to create a small burner out of them. He grabbed the things and paid for them before making his way back to the inn. The cold bit at his body as he trudged through it. He tried ignoring the weather he hated so much before returning to the inn and heading up to his room. He set the items down and began working. He was happy to get his hands on something to do now. It would take his mind off of the infernal cold and the hidden meanings of the conversation earlier.