SkyGinge
Sad Shroom
The Kingdom of Valia. A lone island in the midst of a thousand treacherous seas. A kingdom of magic, of chivalry. A kingdom of tragedy.
Valia's history was locked in a constant cycle of peace and conflict. For, in the darkest corners of the realm, there hid an evil sect by the name of the Dark Druids. Practitioners of dark magic for many centuries, they had allowed themselves to be consumed by the corruption of their magic, and hence wished pure anarchy upon the nation. Their leader would take the title of 'Shadow King', and time and time again they would lay waste to the kingdom. And time and time again, they would be stopped by the combined strength and bravery of the Valian Knights and Magicians. Only for a new Shadow King to be crowned several years later when a new suitable candidate was found. A reoccurring cycle of chaos and tranquility.
Until, in his youth, Kind Lyram decided to finally put an end to the Dark Druids. With his armies in tow, he scoured the kingdom, uncovering their hideouts and massacring the Druids within, an almighty witch-hunt to purge the island of their evil. There were sacrifices, but it was necessary; as a result, the Kingdom enjoyed forty years of peace, the longest period of freedom ever in recorded history.
A constant cycle of peace and conflict. A cycle even this could not deter.
One fateful night, King Lyram was assassinated in his throne room. And then they rose from the shadows; horrible figures made of pure dark magic, encased in peculiar armor. The Shadow Warriors. There was no running, for they do not grow tired. There was no hiding, for they see all. There was no fighting, because they were simply too strong. And they swept across the entire island, slaughtering the entire innocent population until not a single soul remained. A new Shadow King had emerged, more powerful and ruthless than ever before.
The kingdom was silent. Silent, but for the stomping of those hideous beasts.
A month has passed since that dreadful day. Scattered across the kingdom, young magicians and warriors survive out in the harshness of the wild, the last survivors of this catastrophic apocalypse. Now they find themselves drawn to the harsh deserts of eastern Valia, the one place where they can escape from the pursuit of the Shadow King's fiends. Somehow, against all the odds, they must find a way to triumph over this nightmarish tyrant, return peace to Valia, and avenge their fallen people.
The task seems impossible. But for those who have lost everything, hope is all that remains.
Can these last survivors really liberate Valia? Can they truly defeat a man capable of single-handedly orchestrating a kingdom's demise? Does the Shadow King have other intentions? And what on earth is the titular Magistone?
A post-apocalyptic adventure with a fantasy twist. A character-driven tale of last-ditch survival, of desperate struggle and of impossible victory. A story full of twists and turns which you can help define.
Are you brave enough to join us?
Hello, and thanks for checking out this thread! By now I hope I haven't scare you off! The Lords of the Magistone is a Medieval Fantasy/Survival/Post-apocalyptic RP. It has combat, it has survival, and it has a well developed magic system. It will be casual/detailed, and, more importantly, it is up now! If you're interested, please give this thread a friendly bump, and then check out the RP! |
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