Randomfella
Rando
Heavy boots slog on the muddy grounds of the dank cavern with every step you take, leather clad arms brush against a sweat covered brow, a blood soaked face barely able to see through the dim extremities. That is, until the final corner is turned. Cries of excitement can be heard all too well from your comrades, as chests filled to the brim with gold, jewels, and royalties fill their eyes. Yet yours can only focus on one thing, that no one else pays any mind toward, it was beautiful, you...
Look to the different items on display. The trader continues to hand you various items, fakes, knockoffs, worthless items of all manner. A disappointed sigh leaves the man's lips as you refuse each one, you didn't come here for charity, but for business, you knew what could sell well, and he had nothing of interest. His head hangs dejectedly, only able to watch as you begin to walk away, before you stop, pointing to something in the side of his shop. His eyes light up, but only with confusion. It was the first time the item garnered any interest, and while you could hide your own, you weren't about to leave without it, you...
Sit, if you can even call it that, your dishevelled hair drooping over your dirt-ridden face. Ragged patches of clothing the only things to your name, if you could even remember it through the memories that eat at you, haunting every waking second... Though they are preferable to the alternative. A hat, filled with holes, drenched by time, sits before your unresponsive body. Strangers pass it, you're already dead to them, not even a single coin resting within the fake leather. Yet, somehow in your state, you hear a slight *thud* as the weak material is struck. Your eyes stretch open as you weakly lean toward it. No one stands by it, but inside sits something... Amazing, you...
Take the gem, sure you are but a child, yet you've never seen something like it. How could it have just been laying here without someone taking it? You take a small cloth from your hand, wiping the smudges from the surface, it was as if others had mistaken it for trash but you knew better.
No matter your story, this jewel, this bauble, whatever you might name it, seems oddly different, not of this world, yet you couldn't simply leave it be. It was almost as if something drew you to it, you were meant to own this. It had been a week, a day, an hour... You stare into the precious stone, a flash of coloured light erupting into your eyes, followed by... Words? These symbols that appear in your mind, they were of no language you have ever seen, yet you could read them perfectly. Wait!? Who was this?
Belated breaths escaped your nostrils as you stared toward these unfamiliar lands. The blue, or perhaps grey, sky, the large blinding sphere that shone down upon you. One thousand of your kind, sent to the world of man every thousand years, to determine who would rule your home. You had no choice in the matter, whether you wanted to or not, you would fight for the position. You grip the stone that binds you to this world, its colour reflecting familiarly off of the rays of light. You had best find a human that can wield your power, that shares your goals, and you'd best do it soon... The game has already begun.
). In fact, the humans have far more control over the direction of their story, since the Familiars will rely on them to a greater extent. On the regard of story, there will be laid out plots, cut into arcs until the roleplay if finished, though in any arc of the story there is the option for a character's own story to develop. Perhaps your character dreams of finding ancient runes, or their missing love, just let me know about it in personal messages during the roleplay, and we can work it out, I personally love to have all characters with their own stories, whom join together to fight for a larger purpose.
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