That One Fear In My Enemy's Eyes
(Please click "play" on the above piece of music before reading! It'll help set the mood!)
As you enter a massive, ancient, and forgotten temple in a land unfamiliar to you, you hear the sound of a warm, creamy female voice whispering to you.
"... Welcome, wayward child."
The voice echoes, but not in the temple. Only inside your mind.
"It feels an eternity since life last set foot in this long forgotten sanctuary."
"Come, child. Approach the altar of Lei'faati. Queen of the Dragons. She who was most beloved by her people, and by all others who once bowed to our majesty."
"Approach, and behold the image of your progenitor."
Ascending the steps to a platform near the center of the temple, you behold the altar. Upon the throne at its center sits the statue of a beautiful woman with a reptilian tail tucked aside and a staff in her left hand.
You feel it.
A warmth deep inside.
A sense of belonging.
A feeling not unlike the love of your own mother or other guardian as the statue smiles warmly and lovingly back at you, almost beckoning you forward into an embrace.
Your heart begins to ache for reasons you cannot fathom or even describe. You feel a tear stinging at your cheeks as something forces you to step back and give Lei'faati a respectful distance.
It's then the voice returns.
"Pray, child. Why do you hesitate?"
"... I see. You feel the love of your progenitor from beyond the grave. She lives no longer. And has not for countless millennia. Yet, her spirit calls to your own as any mother calls to her children."
The voice pauses momentarily, and returns with a sharp edge.
"The truth behind the birth of human kind is a lie told too long. The heathens of your species would preach of one God who presides over all and gave birth to you in his own image. Bah!"
The temple rumbles beneath your feet, but quickly calms.
"... Pray. I beg your forgiveness, child."
The warmth of the voice returns.
"My spirit mourns for you, and abhors the lies you've been fed all your life. You were not born of some God's whims. You were born of Lae'faati. T'was her spirit and love for life which gave rise to her power of Creation. She labored for centuries to refine exactly what your species was and what it could become. T'was Lae'faati who gifted your kind the knowledge and strength to endure the challenges of the world in ways no others could. And t'was Lae'faati who, despite the struggles and the evil which was born of all mortal being's inherent weaknesses, who believed in the power of the human spirit and its capacity for love, compassion, and kindness. "
"... Pray, child. Approach Lae'faati. Embrace her. Let her spirit bestow upon you the truth once lost to your kind."
As the voice fades you can feel your conviction return. You approach the statue of Lae'faati and embrace her.
Immediately, your mind is rushed through a torrential void of chaotic storms and madness before a light appears ahead. The world opens to normality. But it's not the world you know. You now stand on the tip of a mountain overlooking an Earth you don't recognize. Dragons and all manner of mighty beasts you've only heard of in legends and stories fly the skies and roam the grasslands and forests freely.
Suddenly, a sharp male voice appears behind you.
"My Queen! Please! This madness must end!"
You spin around.
It's her. Lae'faati. She stands in all her beauty and glory flanked by a male two heads taller than she with short dark hair and an aggressiveness in his stance which immediately draws discomfort within you.
"My Queen. You must see the error in this creation of yours! It seeks only to destroy!" He says as he points.
You follow his finger and behold a group what what can only be early humans actively hunting a smaller member of the Dragon Race which is bound to the ground as it lacks wings. They have cornered it and are burning the grass behind them to entrap it. There is no escape. There is only conflict. And a bloody hunt ending in the Dragon's demise unfolds before you. Hard as you might try, you could not look away.
"Do you not see?!" He shouts.
Your eyes return to Lae'faati as her lips part.
"I do see, Haemala. I see a species that's young and full of promise. A species not yet accustomed to the world it now finds itself in. A species that must now find its place in the food chain by whatever means necessary..." She turns to him. "Just as our ancestors did so very, very long ago."
He is caught. He has no words. Only contempt as he snarls at the scene unfolding below with the humans celebrating their kill.
Lae'faati's eyes return to the scene, and a smile appears on her face.
"Observe, Haemala. They cheer and rejoice in the triumph of their hunt. They embrace and share love and camaraderie. They share in happiness that they may feed themselves and their families another day, or several. Yes. It was tragic that a life had to be extinguished to realize that joy. A life that belonged to one of our own. But is that not the way of nature? Survival of the fittest. And may the most tactful beast survive the hunt, and live to hunt another day?"
She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath as her head tilts up towards the sun.
"I can see them... Their love and lust for life and progress. They will become a force to be reckoned with long after our time on this Earth has passed."
"Or the ruin of all." He mutters.
Your mind is returned to you in the here and now as you continue to embrace Lae'faati's statue.
The voice slowly returns.
"Pray, take this memory with you, dear child of Lae'faati. Share it with the world, that the truth may once again find its way to the light. The world of humans exists because of Lae'faati. Queen of the Dragons. Most beloved by her people, and by all others who once bowed to our majesty..."
"... Take it, child..."
"... And remember always..."
"... You, are special."
"... You, and no other... Share something grand..."
"... You... Are descended from the Dragon Queen."
"... You... Are descended from Lae'faati."
The voice fades to nothing. The warmth of Lae'faati's spirit vanishes. And you are left in the temple, keenly alert to all the sounds and feelings around and within you. The soft hum of the wind outside. The gentle pulse of your own heart as your hand finds its place above it.
You look back to Lae'faati, and you can feel it deep inside.
... The truth...
You are a direct descendant of Lae'faati.
The blood of Dragon Queen flows through your veins.
With that realization, and the full acceptance of it, you feel a new power beginning to emerge within you. You focus this power, and your pupils turn to slits. The ground trembles beneath you feet. And the temperature rises rapidly in a circle around you distorting the air in a heatwave shimmer...
Now that the unreasonably long scene is over... Have I captured your interest?
I'm currently looking for someone to play this descendant of Lae'faati!
Mind you, she is a pre-set character as far as appearance is concerned. And this is her (minus the purple/red horn and the big ass sword, lol).
I'll leave her background up to you, though. You gotta have some fun, right? Lol.
But yeah! I'm looking for someone to portray this descendant of Lae'faati. Queen of the Dragons. Most beloved by her people, and all others who once bowed to their majesty.
The RP takes place in a medieval fantasy time period where humans and other fantastical beasts (like Griffons) live (no other races like elves or dwarves, sorry).
The Dragons were hunted to extinction approximately 200 years ago. So they now exist only in story books and old wives tales about times long past and memories of ancestors who encountered the mighty beasts and lived to tell the tale. But the Dragons are still a centerpiece of numerous world cultures who still revere them for their power, beauty, and longevity.
But there are those who despise the Dragons, extinct or no, and are doing everything in their power to erase their memory from existence in its entirety. They are a global shadow organization infiltrating the infrastructure and political ladders of as many nations and kingdoms as they can in order to instill their own in positions of power and advocate for the erasure of any statues, stories, or other tales and forms of remembrance for the Dragons. They will not let them continue to exist in any form. And already they've found alarming success in this venture.
Just who is this organization? Where did they come from? And why do they despise the Dragons so?
These are the questions a select few seek to answer.
They are a collective of various races and faiths from around the world who, through their shared respect for the Dragons despite their conflicts with humanoids throughout the ages, refuse to allow such desecration of history to take place.
They are called Dragon's Kin.
And it's within this collective of like-minded individuals that we find our band of heroes, including the Descendent of Lae'faati who, at the RP's start, remains blissfully unaware of her near divine heritage.
This journey of the Dragon's Kin will be full of intrigue, exploration, combat, triumph, tragedy, and more.
So, are you in?