Fantasy Shrinekeeper Main RP

[Shibe]

Hi all! A starter will be posted after a few character sheets are up, this RP will function in the form of ‘chapters’ and will change to new chapters after timeskips, new situations, or important events in the roleplay.

Link to interest check: Shrinekeeper (OPEN)

 

[Shibe]

Chapter one : A Crown Of Thorns
A young man leaned against the smooth stone rails of the palace’s upper balcony, deep scarlet curtains lined its opening to the inside of the palace. Small, woven baskets filled with various flowers bordered the outsides of the rails. It was a beautiful spring morning, just as one should be. This day was one of the few that Rioan had in which rain wasn’t pouring down, their spring was often soggy and miserable.

“So, the Champions are arriving today, yes?” He asked aloud, closing his gentle eyes and enjoying the warm breeze that ruffled his golden hair. A small smile graced his pale face. The youngest prince of Rioan enjoyed the little things in life. He was only nineteen years of age.

“Yes, your grace. They should be arriving shortly, the maids have prepared a fine meal for their arrival.” A gruff female voice answered, the Aylsian guard he had known since birth stood behind the opening, wielding her all too familiar spear as well as the common serious look she bared.

“Ah, I look forward to it. It’s unfortunate that I am unable to gaze upon their greatness though.” The prince let a small sigh escape his thin lips, cataracts had burdened him at such a young age, and he felt practically useless. The only thing he had to offer was the healing powers he had been gifted with at birth. “You’ll remember to describe them to me later, won’t you?”

“Of course, as I always do. Now, hurry along downstairs. I’m sure the rest of your family is waiting for you, they should be in the main hall.” The woman gently replied, the prince giving a curt nod in response, turning on his heel. He gentle rested his right hand on the wall beside him, using it as a guide and trudging down the stairs to the lower level of the palace.

Today was the arrival of the Champions, individuals of the other species who hosted great abilities. They were the ultimate key to finally bringing down the dreaded Vicua Clan who had tormented the continent for centuries, and a great ceremony was planned for their arrival. Which included plenty of feasting, parades, and even playwrights to honor the warriors.

The entire capital city had been beautifully decorated with flowers, banners, and ribbons. All the guards even wore special attire for this fateful day. Despite all the cheer that seemed to be in the air, everyone deeply knew that if failure was to occur during this mission that it would lead to the demise of the allied races and countless innocents.​

 

[DragonPaws4]

The Champions, hm? A young Drakonid female mused to herself as she took a seat outside of a shop. She had made it to the Capital City a few days ago, but hadn’t known that they would be coming until she talked to an innkeeper about all of the decor. Truth be told, she had her misgivings about their ability to bring down the Vicua Clan. There had been attempts to dismantle them before, why should this time be any different?

She sighed as she leaned back a bit to look up at the sky. It truly was a pleasant day. Maybe it was just the warmth, but part of her hoped that her doubts were proven wrong, not only for safety of Delves’s inhabitants in general, but she had her own reasons for wanting them gone. Her injured leg made her more vulnerable than most, so she knew that if the Vicua Clan were to take over, she could easily be one of the first to fall to them. No amount of cunning could keep an injured Drakonid alive in their clutches.

 

[Tetro]

It was the day Lilith would be arriving Rioan. The day the first Omoran would be seen by those outside the country of Kipaia. Lilith was lounging comfortably on the couch that resided in her massive Litter. It was created to conceal and protect her from the outside until she arrived to her destination as well as give her comfort during that time. Dozens of grey skinned humanoid were carrying the Litter on their shoulders, lining themselves up along the four long poles sticking out. The slaves wore rags and headwraps to conceal any features they may have, leaving only their dry gray skin exposed. Four Omoran soldiers clad in full plate armor flanked the front and back of the man powered carriage. As pleasant as a day it was, and as friendly as the area may have been compared to home, Lilith was the grand daughter of the first of one of the most powerful beings since the nuclear event. To her people she was equated to a goddess incarnate. Lilith had no qualms about using the slaves she had, or allowing the guards despite the attention they might have drawn. She needed to preserve her image and represent her people.

The Litter Lilith resided in was made of a strong but light wood, fourteen feet tall and thirteen feet wide, allowing her weight to be carried alongside the gifts she brought, while making sure the whole thing wasn't too heavy for the servants. It was a very simple but effective box. One of the only things about her presentation that betrayed the image of her prestige.

Lilith moved over and opened a sliding window, a special cloth allowing her to see out whilst no one could easily see in unless their face were inches away from it. "Take me to my destination, then leave immediately with the slaves. Do not stop and not let anyone stop you." After giving the order she was informed by the guard that they were arriving. The guard described the festive decorations to Lilith. She simply closed the window. The last thing she needed to worry about was how the city seemed to be throwing an entire party. She didn't know anything about the customs of these people. The food they ate, the way they expressed friendliness, their customs or habits as a people. Nothing. Honestly she was freaking out internally. What if these people treated women the same way her people did?

As her Litter made its way to the palace Lilith could hear people talking and whispering outside, even the occasional door or window slamming shut. She could only smirk and silently laugh to herself. Her expression became controlled once she felt her Litter being lowered and set on the ground. She must have been right in front of the palace or castle doors. Or whatever it was. Lilith heard her guards and slaves leave rather hastily. She was alone now. Completely alone in a world unknown to her. She sat up slowly, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She put her hands in her robe, making sure her cloth wraps weren't loose or showing, making sure her clothes were nice and clean. Once everything was checked she stood up and centered herself in front of the door.

Lilith opened the door and stepped out, standing tall and proud, her expression calm as she looked to see if there would be anyone to welcome her.

Spoiler: Lilith's Guards

S Shibe

 

[Mistory]

To say the whispers were subtle would be as if a dragon was harmless. He heard the talk, the passing mutter, the conversation with every other group. The royals of Delve had summoned warriors, men and women that stood out among their people, to deal with the Vicua.
A harmless bunch in his eyes, abit...foul for his taste, but they gave him little call for worry. They did aide in saturating the land with their own blend of fear, a ripe harvest, he had to say...but a ripe harvest is worthless when the crops burned. The vicua were a fair distance away, in another land. Not to his liking to travel so far for a meal, but they seemed keen on thr slaughter of his livestock...tainting them with their ill flavor.
Bah! This was a disgusting predicament. Either he sat idly by and watched this land burn, or aided in snuffing out the fire before it started. As...tiresome as the thought seemed, He had to admit...he had grown fond of the people of Delve. Every one of them has felt his touch in the last century, the fear and dread of his coming a reminder of that, their chatter a lulliby for the mist during the suns walk in the sky. He had seen them live from day to day, even watched some grow old and pass, or become brave souls. Even these so called champions have felt his breath as they slept, bringing their fears to the surface in restless nightmares...
To let such prime livestock perish would be a sin to his exsistance. He had spent centuries cultivating and nurturing these crops...he would not see that work go up in flames.

The Black Mist collected on the outskirts of the city, hidden from view by the forest. It rose from the shadows and soil before it was focused. The cloud of darkness shrank, and condensed, compacting and solidifying as the city bustled, unaware of the power that krept at its walls. And in a moment, the mist vanished, leaving the tall male standing. He brushed away the blackness that kissed his skin likea stubborn dust, his snow white hair a stark contrast to his tanned flesh.
Golden eyes traveled over his naked form, as the black mist made his ragged wear, a red robe covering his body, a pair of black trousers disguising his unmentionables.

Clad in his worn and ruined clothing, the figure examined himself. Had been well over a century since he last took this form...even longer since he showed the beast. Maybed he would let it go in the near future, but this would allow him to blend for the time being. A hand waved over the empty air, a sack akin to leather forming at his feet. He moved to check inside, and gave a sigh of relief. After all these years this old sack kept his precious property safe...
Hoisting it on his back, He moved on, making his way into the city. He did grab afew eyes as he moved, nothing worrying. Most were looks of confusion, or awe. His contrasting features were bizarre to say the least, but he did catch afew looks of disgust. He felt the harsh nudge of one man who made his way past, forcing himself to turn as the man hurried off, a curse and the term "rat" being thrown his way.
Ah! They see him as a common beggar...this is good. None would recognize an entity like himself in such a way, so he was free to move along. None would even suspect the dreaded legend that walked among them...

 

[DragonPaws4]

Iris's sensitive Drakonic ears pricked as they picked up the voice of a man grumbling the word "rat".

That's quite rude, she thought to herself and turned her nose up slightly, almost as though she had smelled something unpleasant. But of course, the only unpleasant thing here was the fact that some people could be so rude to someone they don't even know. She scowled a bit until she noticed the subject of the insult, when her expression turned to one of surprise. Well, he certainly isn't a rat. She shook her head as if to clear her it and turned her gaze away from him so as to not, well, stare. Because that's rude. And Iris is not rude.

 

[Shibe]

Instead of following the commander of the guard’s suggestion, the young prince instead took the route towards the entrance of the palace. Despite his visual impairment, he had remembered the layout of his home long ago. Using the stone walls as a guide, he lead himself to the gates.

Even though the guards had been assigned with the task of greeting the champions, the prince himself wanted to acknowledge their arrival as well. After all, it would be quite rude to give them such a blunt welcoming from the guard, and wished to represent his family as at least grateful for their attendance for such a imperious meeting.

His fingers read the stone as he drew his hand along, feeling the intricate crannies and nooks that were made by the design carved into the material. He realized he had reached the outside once the warm sun striked his face, giving a change in light in his hazy vision. In the whitish fog of his eyesight, he managed to determine the outline of a towering figure. Although his was unable to make out a face, or even a gender, he identified the outlandish person as a champion. The prince rested a arm across his chest and took a knee, not caring if he dirtied his fine clothes on the moist ground beneath him.

“Welcome great Champion. I, Prince Erion, am more than honored to be in your presence. My family and I welcome you to our home with open arms.”​

 

[Tetro]

Lilith stared at the guards that were apparently there to welcome her. They were small. Like, smaller than the slaves. And absolutely... Adorable! Lilith raised a hand to cover her face as she resisted the grin that tried to force itself out of her. She took a breath to try and compose herself before seeing a young pale boy come out as well and greet her. That only made it worse. These people were like little babies. They were so squishy and tender looking. Lilith gave in and knelt down, picking up prince Erion after he introduced himself, and hugged him close. Her face was bright and she couldn't help but giggle like a girl as she spun back and forth a little, treating him like a child. "My goodness I never knew how adorable you all were!"

Her voice was deep but very feminine and smooth. "You're so small, and my goodness your little faces!" She pinched his cheek. Lilith made sure not to crush the prince with her strength but that didn't stop her from coddling him just long enough before the guards tried to interfere. When she noticed the guards freaking out she snapped herself out of it and set him down gently, clearing her throat and resuming her more controlled and serious expression. "Ahem... Yes, well. Thank you for the warm welcome. Would you be so kind as to escort me?"

 

[Shibe]

As soon as the prince was placed down once again, the Aylsian guard he had spoken to moments before had emerged from the gates, chuckling to herself. “Well, Prince Erion, looks like you have another admirer! As if enough women weren’t already after you.” She snickered, a sharp toothed grin spreading across her face.

Erion flushed furiously, his pale face now becoming a beet red. The sudden journey off the ground had jarred him slightly, and once he was placed down once more he was confused to where exactly he was, since his eyesight could not determine if he was in the same position as before. “Hush Shizuko, I’m already embarrassed as it is!” The prince frantically muttered to her, although he was incredibly flattered, he just couldn’t exactly figure out what in the world just happened.

Shizuko simply could not stop laughing, her giggles turning into full blown cackles. She finally managed to calm herself down after a few moments. “Aha, my apologies, Champion. I couldn’t help myself, he gets redder than the morning sun at almost anything. I’m certain he’d be more than happy to escort you inside though.” She shot a quick wink at the prince.

Erion’s face crinkled up into what resembled a glare for a few moments, except he was facing towards thin air when he done it. His expression turned to that of a calm one once more, letting out a sigh to soothe his stress. “Yes, I will gladly escort you inside. I do have a quick question though, did you spot any other champions on your journey here? I pray they others show up soon.”​

 

[SimplySugar]

It would be a lie to say Flore wasn't ecstatic about the upcoming champions arrival.
Her long heavy coat fluttered behind her as she graced down the hall, slipping a glove over her bare hand before turning a corner. To say that she was excited about what they were coming for was a different story.
Flores eyes traced the stone walls as her mind trailed off, considering the battle clawing its way within the land. The days felt darker as of late, as though the air openly carried the distinct fear that came with every movement of the Vicua Clan. She sneered at the thought of feeling so openly anxious. Her confidence in her scouts and guards were just as unwavering as her faith in the royalty, but despite it all she could still feel her own pang of uneasiness swirl in with the others. It trickled into her core, keeping her occupied with new frets and doubts.
Flora stopped outside a window, looking down at the entrance to the palace, watching figures associate with one and other. She recognized the prince and her superior, and a trace of what she could only assume was a champion. Her exhilaration quickly resurfaced as she pushed away her dwellings and stumbled down the stairs, excitedly bursting into the entrance hall and outside to greet the others. She nodded to her guards as a sly grin plastered onto her face. As she got a closer look at the new guest, she got a chance to admire the pure size and gentle ease of her. She quickly ran a hand through her hair and brushed herself off, jogging towards the group in a orderly fashion.
Her steps fell to a slow march, before stopping to bow deeply in front of the three.
"Prince Erion. Shizuko!" She greeted, raising herself up rather quickly, inviting new strands of hair to toss themselves into her vision. She lifted her head up to the new giant, hoisting up a hand to protect her from the glare of the sun. "I was beginning to doubt anyone would show up, quite frankly!"

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Iella walked through the frosted trees, running her fingers through the bristles. She wished she could see them. Wished she could see her homeland. She smiled, though, when she felt a bird land on her shoulder. It was a Wren. That much she knew. She reached up and lightly ran her fingers over the bird's back. It was so small and fragile under her fingers. She knew the bird had come to comfort her on her trip. That made her smile wider.
The trip was long and difficult through all the snow and ice, but they persevered through it. The weather had been harsher because she knew she was leaving her homeland. She hadn't left in all her life. It was beautiful in her mind and she was leaving to an unknown land. She knew almost nothing about it, but it was her duty to go.
Upon arrival wished her travel companions a safe return and walked towards the entrance. Or at least where she was told the entrance was. She leaned forward, hearing voices.
"Hello?"
She asked, holding her chin up high, trying to convey confidence in her posture. She would look every part the ambassador she was.

S Shibe SimplySugar Tetro​

 

[Tetro]

Lilith blinked and raised an eyebrow at the woman's comment. Admirer? The woman's assumption that Lilith might 'be after' the prince made a small fire ignite in her chest. Before she could express her irritation a small woman with gray hair arrived on the scene, most likely being another underling of the prince. Lilith gave a small nod of approval to the underling. Apparently being the size of children was normal for these people. These children were cute indeed. "Well believe me when I say that it wasn't easy convincing my brothers," Lilith smiled kindly at the child. "Wha-" Before she could continue she heard a single word from behind her.

"Hello?"

Lilith stopped in the middle of speaking to turn to notice a tall, beautiful woman wearing, what Lilith would consider, VERY revealing clothing. The giantess covered her mouth ever so slightly as she couldn't help but stare at the beauty. Lilith lowered her hand and quickly averted her eyes a little higher to actually face the woman. She calmly walked over to who she could assume was another ambassador, "Hello. I am Lilith Omora, queen of tribe Omora. Um, please do not take offense to my asking, but..." She looked back towards the others before leaning in to whisper, "is it normal to dress like that?" Lilith made sure to speak only loudly enough for Iella to hear, not wanting to potentially embarrass her.

SimplySugar Radio_Rat66.6 S Shibe

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Iella turned her head to face the person who spoke to her. She tilted her head up so it appeared she was looking at her. She was a giantess like her, but taller. Her white eyes were trained to find a person's face without need for sight. She laughed softly at the woman's question.
"I am Iella, Vessel to the Goddess Anir, and leader of the Eximus. And, yes, this is normal for my people, but never so elegant. They are usually simpler for ease of removal if we are too warm."
She smiled softly at the woman and once more pet the little Wren bird with her fingers. It was a comfort to remember that the bird was from her home.

Tetro​

 

[Mistory]

The male gave a smile as he looked over the crowd, thinking back to the past. Incredible how far these people had come. It made one wonder about their future.
That thought brought him back to reality. They wouldnt have a future if the vacua had their say. He sighed, shaking his head as he moved on. The champions were converging. He could feel it...
His thoughts were distracting enough, as he found himself running into a drakonid of the feminine variety. He stumbled, golden eyes finding their place on her with a pause. This wasnt going well...
"You. I'll be needing your aide. Come along..."
Granted, this was sudden. But it was dawning on him quickly, that he was...ill prepared. He knew how to worry people. He knew how to make them afraid...getting along required a different set of skills. This...and he hadnt really...needed, to speak to anyone...for a long time. Someone to keep him in check would definantly be...appriciated.
But he was forgetting something. "Ah! Please?"
DragonPaws4

 

[DragonPaws4]

Iris was completely caught off guard. “Uh, what do you need?” She blinked a few times, trying to assess the situation at hand. Then she remembered her leg, “I, uh, well, I may not be the best choice,” she lowered her gaze slightly, but pricked her ears to listen for any movement, and pulled her right leg closer to her, self-consciously.

Mistory

 

[Mistory]

He paused, looking her over with a critical eye. After thinking over her words, he nodded"you will do fine. Come" he continued on, waving a hand for her to follow
"I am to meet with some people, but i have... Been away for a long time. Im afraid comunication is a skill I lack, and need someone to be able to explain certain aspects. I do not doubt ill offend someone, and likely i wont understand why. You people...baffle me..."
DragonPaws4

 

[SimplySugar]

Flore was taken aback by sudden allure of the new guest, who rose tall in height and grace. Her slow gentle movements made her take a breath, just to stare. "I thought we were going to fight a war," She murmured, smiling softly to herself. Her eyes flickered back and forth between the two giants, crossing her arms to take in sudden emotional relief. She raised her voice. "However, I'm confident that there won't be much of a battle to fight in. Beauty will make our enemies shatter before they can raise a hand." Flore paused. "I'm envious." She grumbled, lifting up a strand of hair to judge it. She shook her head and stepped forward, bowing again. "Welcome Vessel, we're grateful for your presence here today." She turned to the tallest giant, giving her a silly smile. "I'm sorry, I never caught your name, but thank you for blessing us with your presence as well. Things have been uneasy as of late, so I'm glad we have more hands to suffocate the enemy with." She flexed her fingers. "I can't imagine they won't be crushed by both of you alone." She teased softly.

 

[DragonPaws4]

Iris sighed quietly, “well, if you really need me, I’ll help you,” she stood up, careful not to put too much weight on her right leg until she got her balance, but she stumbled slightly and screwed up her face as pain jolted through her leg. She shook her head and flicked her tail-tip, “but I have to warn you, I’m not from around here either,” Although, I will fare better than he will, she thought, deciding against saying it out loud. Because again, Iris is not rude. “But, if I’m going to help you, I’m going to need your name. Mine’s Iris,” she reached out a clawed hand to shake the other man’s.

Mistory

 

[Mistory]

He paused, glancing at her hand with a cocked eyebrow. He knew this...hmmm...ah, right. handshake. Greeting among individuals.
His next thought. Name? His title...hmm. He had forgotten of such a thing. What had he been called before...
Taking her hand, he nodded.
"Iris. I am Alden. Now, The other champions have likely arrived, and the royals dont realize im coming"
DragonPaws4

 

[DragonPaws4]

She smiled a bit, “Some of them are already here, I can hear them talking. We aren’t too far from the palace, follow me,” she gestured for him to follow her. She had never actually been to the palace, but she knew where it was. As she walked, she felt bad for having to set the pace so slow due to her limp, but she kept going. Nothing she could really do about it, right?

Mistory

 

[Mistory]

Alden followed without another word. He didnt know these roads well enough. The different villages and cities blurred together in his mind and he couldnt keep with the many roads. Having a guide would definantly be appriciated.
As they walked he took in the streets and people, his eyes studying every face. His gaze would often give a chill to its target, making them feel...uneasy. A common occurence, given...what he was.
He avoided colliding with others, giving a glance to his guide.
"You limp. I see what you mean. If you were intended as a guard or for combat, you would be a disappointment, to say the least"
DragonPaws4

 

[DragonPaws4]

Iris looked back at Alden in surprise, evident in both her wide eyes and pricked ears, “well, at least you’re honest, but rule number one about communication is to not call people names,” she looked forward again, eyes narrowed, “but, for your information, I used to be a part of the Drakonid army. I was injured in combat. That’s why I limp,” she spoke in short, clipped sentences and decided it was best to leave out the ‘shunned by her race’ part of the story.

Mistory

 

[Mistory]

A nod from the male as the continued, thinking over her words. Honesty was good,but dont call people names...
"For future reference, another might become confused by 'calling someone names', as all are given names at birth. It could come across as counter intuitive, though i may be underestimating anothers abilities." He waved his hand, his eyes traveling up to view their destination. Was it a castle? a palace? What was the deference...he couldnt remember. Coming back to the conversation. So she had been a soldier...
"Many soldiers lose their lives in battle. Ive seen many fall at the hands of enemies they had never known, and many who cannot return to lives they once had. Even if you became injured, you have your life. Many cannot say the samr..." Their walk was ending as they arrived at the palace, Alden stepping ahead of her as he let his eyes wander upwards. He grimaced as he caught sight of the sun high in the sky, and grumbled, making his way up the steps.
Probably an odd sight, a limping drakonid and a dirty beggar of a man making their way up the steps. But Alden gave no mind, standing aside from thw group as he glanced back, waiting for his aide to follow

Now in the presence of:
S Shibe SimplySugar Tetro Radio_Rat66.6 DragonPaws4

 

[DragonPaws4]

"What I mean is not to call people by names that could be seen as derogatory. 'Disappointment', for one," Iris glanced back at him before continuing, "But, you're right. I am grateful to be alive, although this injury did make my life far more complicated than it probably should be," Iris quieted down and followed Alden towards the group when it dawned on her: she was in the presence of royalty. Was she even supposed to be here? Should she flee the scene? No, they'd probably catch her. Besides, she hadn't really done anything wrong, she just led Alden here. That's when she noticed the sheer size of two of the women standing in the group. They were absolutely massive, one was over twice Iris's own height. This alone put her on edge and she stepped back slightly out of instinct.

S Shibe SimplySugar Mistory Tetro Radio_Rat66.6

 

[Shibe]

The prince took a knee once more out of respect, directing himself to the second champion that had arrived. “Greetings Champion, I am more than honored to be in the presence of the Goddess.” He tilted his head down towards the ground, remaining in the position for a few moments longer before standing up once more and folding his hands behind his back.

Prince Erion turned his head towards the sound of Flore, giving his usual gentle smile. “Good morning, Flore. You must be as excited as I am!” He let out a gentle laugh. The prince was quite close with the guards, and considered them as dear friends instead of protectors.

Shizuko gave a curt nod towards the general, offering a weak smile. “Hello to you as well.” She seemed to be a little intimidated by the champions, they could easily crush her, and that thought terrified her. “My most humble welcome to you as well, Champion. I hope the both of you enjoy the festivities the city has prepared for you.”

She squinted her eyes at two approaching figures that were coming up the steps, they certainly didn’t look to be champions. Shizuko’s suspicions rose slightly, perhaps they just wanted to see the champions for themselves or to greet the prince? Part of her wanted to make sure they weren’t Vicua Clan assassins or spies. They had breached Rioan before a couple times in the past. The Aylsian quickly strode over towards the newcomers, holding her spear tightly. “Greetings, may the two of you please state your names?” She didn’t mean to come off as so harsh.​