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 Cole Garrett on Nov 11, 2014 18:56:04 GMT -6
offer me that deathless death~
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Cole stepped to the side as a group of children ran past him, hollering at each other in ways that he would have been reprimanded for had he ever said anything coming from those young mouths. Didn't matter here, though. Those kids couldn't have been more than six years old, and they probably hadn't seen their parents in a while.
That wasn't how it'd always been. It was just how it was now. Things changed, and he sure as hell didn't have control over a lot of the things that seemed to constantly change. Shaking his head, he stood still for a moment, adjusting the straps of his backpack. He was supposed to be delivering a parcel to a man with a red jacket. He'd been given the guy's name; Cole just wasn't too keen on remembering things like names. Hell, he didn't even know what he was transporting. Didn't matter for him. He didn't care. Made a point not to. It was easier that way.
But whatever way he preferred, he always got the job done. Usually alone. And that made him somewhat of a legend in the gang circles. He was good enough to not need a gang to hide behind. And Cole was proud of that.
He gave the guy in a red jacket a curt nod, slightly inclining his head in greeting. 'Did you have any problems along the way?' Cole raised an eyebrow at that statement. Most of the time, actually pretty damn near a hundred percent of the time, the only thing anyone cared about was that he had done the job successfully. Sure, he'd run into problems and trouble, but who didn't nowadays? He wasn't about to voice that to a paying customer. "Everything was fine," he said, voice gruff, as he pulled the parcel out of his backpack and handed it to the man in the red jacket.
Pocketing the money, he noticed a little girl keeping to the shadows. Cole didn't let his gaze linger too long, instead making it seem as if he had been looking past her instead of at her. Slinging the pack back onto his back, Cole tilted his head from one side to the other, trying to get his neck to pop. It wasn't going to, not until he got some sleep.
Post by Anora Ratti on Nov 25, 2014 21:31:35 GMT -6
Life for a healer did not pay well when you were always worried that someone would come for you. Anora needed to sneak into gang territory every now and then to survive. She kept to the shadows and made her way through the camp slowly. She kept crouched down as she wondered through picking up supplies and putting them in her bag slowly. She never stole anything to big that would be missed. Anora moved silently staring at people as they moved past.
As she moved through the camp back toward the exit, Anora noticed a transaction taking place. How lucky was she? The man in the red jacket passed money to the old guy. She did not know who that was. She did not care. The only thing she cared about was that money that was now in his bag. First of all, she needed to figure out a way to get the money. Then make her away out of the camp. She did not care who this guy was. He was a gang member and that meant he was free game to go after him. She watched him for a minute making her plan. He was tired...that could work for her. Slowly, Anora started to sneak up behind him. She walked in step with him making sure that her foot steps weren't any louder than him. Her hand slowly moved into the pocket that had the money in it. She bit her lip before slowly pulling it out. She quickly and silently went back into the shadows before making her way out of the camp.
That was too easy. Maybe he wasn't very good at his job or life. She ran quickly as soon as she got out of the camp. She had made it out with quite a bit and even better she made it out with money. Anora had never really had money before. She was excited. Maybe she could help people now. She could buy medicine for those she could not heal with her power. Anora leaned against a tree when she was far enough away. She put her bag down and went to look through everything she had picked up. The money was tucked away under everything in the bottom of the bag. Good, she made it out with enough to survive on for a couple of months.