Episode I: Spring Festival
Zer0
Haiku Hitman
It's been eighteen years since Howl Pendragon and Sophie Hatter happily got together. Since then a lot of things have changed, mostly the hallways of their flying castle which portrayed galleries of moving photos of their large and bustling household. They have a lot of children, and in the rooms of the flying marvel live an assortment of persons, magical creatures, and spirits of all shapes and sizes who have decided to make this family their home.
Makl, Howl's apprentice is now twenty seven years old and is the unofficial baby sitter of all of them and the man in charge whenever Sophie and Howl were not around. And for this story, they are not around, for an event that has never happened in a long time has taken the magical world by surprise:
This family will be drawn into the events that follow after Howl and Sophie leave to investigate the dragon egg together with the other wizards, and will find themselves with the unexpected task of saving the world.
Can this odd, mismatched and unlikely household, that cannot go out on a peaceful family trip without making something explode into marshmallows, and have brought even the best of baby sitters down to their knees in surrender, come together to stave off impending doom, or will their hearts succumb to the coming darkness?
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Announcement: This role play is complete --- whoo! And the players are now writing their epilogues. The story is no longer accepting any new characters, nor will the GM be adding a plot to the main story anymore. To all who played, thank you for coming here! (*≧▽≦) Those who are interested to read, you can check out the episodes on the index and threadmark lists!
Makl, Howl's apprentice is now twenty seven years old and is the unofficial baby sitter of all of them and the man in charge whenever Sophie and Howl were not around. And for this story, they are not around, for an event that has never happened in a long time has taken the magical world by surprise:
" The discovery of a dragon egg. "
In this detailed roleplay, the players are the sons and daughters of Howl and Sophie, or one of the colorful assortment of folks, spirits, and creatures the couple have befriended in their past adventures, and who have decided to make the flying castle their home.
This family will be drawn into the events that follow after Howl and Sophie leave to investigate the dragon egg together with the other wizards, and will find themselves with the unexpected task of saving the world.
Can this odd, mismatched and unlikely household, that cannot go out on a peaceful family trip without making something explode into marshmallows, and have brought even the best of baby sitters down to their knees in surrender, come together to stave off impending doom, or will their hearts succumb to the coming darkness?
- Detailed RP -
- Respect.
- No coarse language and PG13 Romance. If you can't say nor do it in a children's Disney movie, you can't do it here.
- Do stuff, support and propel the story forward, pursue your character's goals, and write things worth replying to, though leave the main plot to the GM.
- Please post at the most only eight times a day. And don't use the quote button in the main RP thread.
- So that I know you've read the rules, please add your character's favorite cake, coffee, tea, or pastry in their CS.
- After your character has been accepted, jump right in and have fun.
- Post Length? -
- None. Instead, writing quality and character acting level mostly found in detailed RPs is what this roleplay is looking for. Because when a story teller has these, it's not possible for them to write just one or two lines unless they are having a conversation with another character. Even then, their post has their character's personality and moves the story forward. Example:
" Ahh," drawled Seifer, eyeing the warlock with cold disdainful eyes, "look boys it's the heroine of the west." he said with a sneer, prowling around the room.
Elizabeth looked on with a steady gaze and clenched her fists. "I . . . I am not afraid of you." she said bravely, then crossed the threshold, drawing out her wand to begin their duel for the throne.
- I usually have a fast RP pace. Like, scenes can be over in two days, story arcs done in two weeks. So it's good to put more meat into your posts before I move the story forward.
- We honestly move very fast here, so if it becomes disheartening, feel free to ask the GM to slow down and we'll work something out together. _へ__(‾◡◝ )>
Dragons:
Yggdrasil and the Devourers:
Now, dragons have not been seen nor heard of for the last ten thousand years, ever since the appearance of the, " Storm Wall ", in the Shoflo Ocean. This great wall of swirling mist, cloud and thunder stretched all the way to the heavens , and none who have ventured there ever returned. Ten thousand years ago, on the night of its appearance all the dragons of the world rose up, as if they were called, and irresistibly flew into the mist never to be seen again. No one knew why and until now it has remained one of the world's greatest mysteries.
This wasn't a bad thing, after all dragons were mostly known to be selfish, fierce, and destructive creatures, greedy for gold, and wickedly clever. And so the people rejoiced. Nothing ever came out of the mist and it never spread, and so eventually people lost interest and it simply became a mundane part of the world.
This wasn't a bad thing, after all dragons were mostly known to be selfish, fierce, and destructive creatures, greedy for gold, and wickedly clever. And so the people rejoiced. Nothing ever came out of the mist and it never spread, and so eventually people lost interest and it simply became a mundane part of the world.
Yggdrasil and the Devourers:
Here is an ancient poem written during the first age of Midgard by the first historian, the shaman Vala, whom legends say was a wanderer who could speak all the ancient languages because he listened to the earth, sea, and sky. It was about the creation of the world and the copy was a translation in the modern common tongue:
“A twinkling consciousness became the first star which sparkled in the night and banished the darkness. Avariel, the Goddess of Harmony acquired consciousness by gazing into the light of that sun. She was the first song that delighted the star into dancing, the weaving of its essence guided by her music created smaller stars and Yggdrasil , a great tree, but so far a barren and empty one.”
“Avariel drew beams of nine colors from the sun. They became the nine moons, each hiding a small deity within. When those gods awoke, they played beautiful music and that brought fortune to the great tree Yggdrasil and delighted the smaller stars causing them to twinkle and dance.”
“The nine deities became the Moon Gods and demanded that the Goddess of Harmony name them. So Avariel gave each of them a shining stone, which filled the air with music: "Stars, follow me! Moons, walk with me! And we shall celebrate your names!”
“Tryne, merciful god of water.
Zea, passionate god of fire.
Barlen, selfish god of gold.
Libleyt, hopeful god of wood.
Morphes, wealthy god of earth.
Ghazel, whimsical god of wind.
The Moon Gods rejoiced, and Avariel returned to her slumber, resting in the light of the first star. Yggdrasil was left to the whims of the Moon Gods.”
“The Moon Gods each created their own realms on a part of the tree, and here they made land and ocean, trees and flowers through song according to their liking, and gave them light and the power to determine their fate. The light became the Elemental Spirits, riding in the sky. They released bountiful light, and were full of desire to serve the Moon Gods’ will.
“The Moon Gods tried to outdo each other in creating beauty. Sometimes they argued trying follow Avariel's will for harmony and created creatures and men of all shapes and sizes. But dark clouds came to Yggdrasil, and the Moon Gods created greater beasts: giants, dragons, sea monsters, and set them loose upon the land. The gods often quarreled, and the cycle of creation and destruction repeated endlessly.”
“The trees withered, and the Elemental Spirits lost their luster. The land dried up, and soon thereafter, wars began. As the wars dragged on, the powers of the Moon Gods were lost. The realms of Yggdrasil were scarred, and pits that led to them opened in the wounds. The Moon Gods peeked into these pits, and came to know fear, envy, and desire.”
Another collection of information was about the manna trees of today and had been written nine years ago:
". . . Among the seven manna trees that had been discovered one thousand four hundred years ago, only three have survived pollution and the harvesting of its highly prized wood: The manna tree in Paroosia, the manna tree of Ashenvale capital of the jewel-hearted elves, and the manna tree rumored to be within the Storm wall in Shoflo Ocean . . . "
" . . . The state of the world declined every time a manna tree died, wars and monster attacks became more frequent, and so did the morals of mankind. Arcane researchers fear that mankind is self-destructing itself and that in the future the earth will become too polluted either through neglect or war to sustain human life . . . "
- Yggdrasil and the Devourers -
" Nidhoggs and Ragnarok"
According to texts in ancient rune stones, Nidhoggs are colossal dark dragons from another realm who devour the roots of manna trees and were said to have been the cause of the death of two of the four dead trees, namely the tree in the oriental city of Qui Gong, and the tree in the frozen wastes of Northrend, before the dragons disappeared into the Storm Wall ten thousand years ago.
It has been foretold that when they devour the roots of the last manna tree, the portals that were shut away after the Rift War will open again and waves of chaos will once more flood into the lands of men, thus beginning the first stages of Ragnarok, the last great war that will destroy the nine realms.
“A twinkling consciousness became the first star which sparkled in the night and banished the darkness. Avariel, the Goddess of Harmony acquired consciousness by gazing into the light of that sun. She was the first song that delighted the star into dancing, the weaving of its essence guided by her music created smaller stars and Yggdrasil , a great tree, but so far a barren and empty one.”
“Avariel drew beams of nine colors from the sun. They became the nine moons, each hiding a small deity within. When those gods awoke, they played beautiful music and that brought fortune to the great tree Yggdrasil and delighted the smaller stars causing them to twinkle and dance.”
“The nine deities became the Moon Gods and demanded that the Goddess of Harmony name them. So Avariel gave each of them a shining stone, which filled the air with music: "Stars, follow me! Moons, walk with me! And we shall celebrate your names!”
“Tryne, merciful god of water.
Zea, passionate god of fire.
Barlen, selfish god of gold.
Libleyt, hopeful god of wood.
Morphes, wealthy god of earth.
Ghazel, whimsical god of wind.
The Moon Gods rejoiced, and Avariel returned to her slumber, resting in the light of the first star. Yggdrasil was left to the whims of the Moon Gods.”
“The Moon Gods each created their own realms on a part of the tree, and here they made land and ocean, trees and flowers through song according to their liking, and gave them light and the power to determine their fate. The light became the Elemental Spirits, riding in the sky. They released bountiful light, and were full of desire to serve the Moon Gods’ will.
“The Moon Gods tried to outdo each other in creating beauty. Sometimes they argued trying follow Avariel's will for harmony and created creatures and men of all shapes and sizes. But dark clouds came to Yggdrasil, and the Moon Gods created greater beasts: giants, dragons, sea monsters, and set them loose upon the land. The gods often quarreled, and the cycle of creation and destruction repeated endlessly.”
“The trees withered, and the Elemental Spirits lost their luster. The land dried up, and soon thereafter, wars began. As the wars dragged on, the powers of the Moon Gods were lost. The realms of Yggdrasil were scarred, and pits that led to them opened in the wounds. The Moon Gods peeked into these pits, and came to know fear, envy, and desire.”
“Cracks appeared in Yggdrasil. Waves of chaos from the more volatile realms came and tried to envelop all of the others in what was called the Rift War. Each weakened Moon god chose an Elemental Spirit and gave it a stone, then the gods turned back into moons. The spirits rode into the sky. They were born of the earth to ride in the sky and return to the earth. They became a flying river of Manna.”
The children of men lamented over the wars, and called upon higher beings for help. The smaller stars answered their prayers.
Stars were beings who served the goddess, whose true forms cannot normally be seen by the children of men. Many reincarnated in the nine realms, but seven fell down to reincarnate in the realm of the children of men.
These seven stars became seven manna trees that constantly sang to soothe the waves of chaos, and the nine realms were at peace once again. Yggdrasil healed and the portals were shut. A new age had begun.
- Yggdrasil and the Devourers -
" The Present "
- Yggdrasil and the Devourers -
" The Present "
Another collection of information was about the manna trees of today and had been written nine years ago:
". . . Among the seven manna trees that had been discovered one thousand four hundred years ago, only three have survived pollution and the harvesting of its highly prized wood: The manna tree in Paroosia, the manna tree of Ashenvale capital of the jewel-hearted elves, and the manna tree rumored to be within the Storm wall in Shoflo Ocean . . . "
" . . . The state of the world declined every time a manna tree died, wars and monster attacks became more frequent, and so did the morals of mankind. Arcane researchers fear that mankind is self-destructing itself and that in the future the earth will become too polluted either through neglect or war to sustain human life . . . "
- Yggdrasil and the Devourers -
" Nidhoggs and Ragnarok"
According to texts in ancient rune stones, Nidhoggs are colossal dark dragons from another realm who devour the roots of manna trees and were said to have been the cause of the death of two of the four dead trees, namely the tree in the oriental city of Qui Gong, and the tree in the frozen wastes of Northrend, before the dragons disappeared into the Storm Wall ten thousand years ago.
It has been foretold that when they devour the roots of the last manna tree, the portals that were shut away after the Rift War will open again and waves of chaos will once more flood into the lands of men, thus beginning the first stages of Ragnarok, the last great war that will destroy the nine realms.
The Flying Castle:
Storm Wall, Shoflo Ocean:
A wall of mist and storm in the middle of the Shoflo Ocean where the dragons flew into ten thousand years ago and never returned. They say that from time to time through the gaps in the mist, an island appears then disappears.
None who have ever ventured inside have returned.
Ruins of Paroosia:
Kingsbury:
Sorcerer's Academy:
Dawnsfield:
Pokeshire Hills:
Located in the state of Verona, these grassy hills stand beside the shores of the Lalotai sea. There are barely any trees, instead rocks and boulders dot the landscape. There is a fishing village here located on a Cliffside called Pokeshire Village, where the people are farmers, fishermen, and hunters. There is also a port where people can sail north to Kingsbury for two weeks. If one decides to walk, getting to the royal city will take two months. If they decide to fly, the trip will take ten days.
The village leader is Elder Chopin, and his stone lodge is located above the cliff.
Magic Door
- The front door of the Flying castle is a portal linked to other buildings in the world. There is a dial with many colors and each turn changes where the door exits. This door is linked to Calcifer and he can block, cut off or re-link the portal to these buildings whenever he wants too. With this, even though there may be no one to turn the dial, those on the outside going in will still find themselves inside the house instead of some empty place where the real interior of the linked building is.
- The main door opens into the living room where Calcifer's chimney sits, the handsome dining table rests and where a cabinet with its shelves full of potions, books, parchments, alchemical, enchanting, and arcane ingredients sit pell-mell inside. There is also a tiled sink and a couple of squashy arm chairs, poufy sofas, and scattered coffee tables.
- Where Calcifer sits with his pile of logs nearby. There is an arm chair in front of the fire where the Witch of the Waste usually takes her afternoon naps.
- Since their family is so big --- and mainly because Calcifer only cooks for Howl and Sophie, there is a large second kitchen with two iron wrought stoves, a pantry stocked with food, and barrels of clean water. It is adjacent to the living room.
- There are four bathrooms in the house. One is in the second floor and is Howl's personal bathroom with all its magic potions messily scattered around; The second is on the first floor and is the smallest bathroom; the third is on the third floor; and the fourth seems to keep on changing locations. The fourth has a door that sometimes pretended to be a wall, and likes to move around the house, snickering all the while.
- Each member of the household has their own bedrooms magically altered to suit their needs, whether it be freezing cold with snow always falling from the ceiling, or cozy and perfectly normal decorated with the owner's personal effects. There is always a spare bedroom in the flying castle.
- There is a small courtyard that opens up to the sky. There is a small garden here, an orange tree with a swing and another arm chair for the Witch of the Waste.
- There are steaming pipes, clanky mechanical contraptions, and all sorts of metal work sticking out of the castle, some serving odd purposes, some ordinary. There are also towers that stick out from the back of the flying castle where some of the household make their homes.
Storm Wall, Shoflo Ocean:
A wall of mist and storm in the middle of the Shoflo Ocean where the dragons flew into ten thousand years ago and never returned. They say that from time to time through the gaps in the mist, an island appears then disappears.
None who have ever ventured inside have returned.
Ruins of Paroosia:
Once a thriving trading city, where one of the last three manna trees stood, a colossal black dragon suddenly appeared out of nowhere during the Spring Festival, knocked down the great manna tree and razed the city to the ground. This place is now the lair of the black dragon, including all of Leor, which is the state Paroosia is located.
It is rumored that the black dragon is guarding something in the burned ruins of the city, but the authorities refuse to comment. Leor is now crawling with shades --- corrupted monsters of shadow, and many wicked creatures. There is a dark army here, led by the dragon's death knights who mysteriously appeared in the frontlines of Leor, fighting against the alliance of good men who are trying to defeat the dragon.
No good thing dwells here, and spreading from the dark skies of Paroosia is an unnatural dark storm that has spread across all of Leor and never abated. They believe this storm is the dragon's doing and it is slowly spreading across the land, heralding the arrival of the dark army.
It is rumored that the black dragon is guarding something in the burned ruins of the city, but the authorities refuse to comment. Leor is now crawling with shades --- corrupted monsters of shadow, and many wicked creatures. There is a dark army here, led by the dragon's death knights who mysteriously appeared in the frontlines of Leor, fighting against the alliance of good men who are trying to defeat the dragon.
No good thing dwells here, and spreading from the dark skies of Paroosia is an unnatural dark storm that has spread across all of Leor and never abated. They believe this storm is the dragon's doing and it is slowly spreading across the land, heralding the arrival of the dark army.
Kingsbury:
Located in the state of Belarius, this is the royal city where the palace of the King of the house of Montegue stands. The Sorcerer's Academy and the Royale Coliseum are also located here, and so is House 44, a place the Flying Castle is linked to through the magical front door, which is a portal controlled by colorful dials on the knob.
Currently, the portal link to House 44 has been cut ever since an assassin death knight attacked the King's Palace during the victory feast two nights after the Warlock Tournament held on the first day of the second month of spring.
Currently, the portal link to House 44 has been cut ever since an assassin death knight attacked the King's Palace during the victory feast two nights after the Warlock Tournament held on the first day of the second month of spring.
Sorcerer's Academy:
Dawnsfield:
Pokeshire Hills:
Located in the state of Verona, these grassy hills stand beside the shores of the Lalotai sea. There are barely any trees, instead rocks and boulders dot the landscape. There is a fishing village here located on a Cliffside called Pokeshire Village, where the people are farmers, fishermen, and hunters. There is also a port where people can sail north to Kingsbury for two weeks. If one decides to walk, getting to the royal city will take two months. If they decide to fly, the trip will take ten days.
The village leader is Elder Chopin, and his stone lodge is located above the cliff.
Announcement: This role play is complete --- whoo! And the players are now writing their epilogues. The story is no longer accepting any new characters, nor will the GM be adding a plot to the main story anymore. To all who played, thank you for coming here! (*≧▽≦) Those who are interested to read, you can check out the episodes on the index and threadmark lists!
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