Fantasy The reality of fantasy

[The Rogue Bro]

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The reality of fantasy - You always wanted to escape reality, but is it what you really wanted?

In a world of monotony, you seek a fantasy. You just want to escape this world, and enter something else. Whether it be a world of brass and steam, or a world of magic and blades, you seek a way to elude your life. You may travel, or possibly read, or perhaps immerse yourself in RPG's. It doesn't matter how you get away, but everyone does. As you immerse yourself in these alternate worlds, you slowly fade. Your interaction with others becomes scarce, to where you spend most of your free time...

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In a world of monotony, you seek a fantasy. You just want to escape this world, and enter something else. Whether it be a world of brass and steam, or a world of magic and blades, you seek a way to elude your life. You may travel, or possibly read, or perhaps immerse yourself in RPG's. It doesn't matter how you get away, but everyone does. As you immerse yourself in these alternate worlds, you slowly fade. Your interaction with others becomes scarce, to where you spend most of your free time alone. You go to sleep one night as normal. But you don't wake up. You were transported into a hospital immediately. You were in a coma.


You open your eyes and try to sit up. You look around you and see five other figures, each of them asleep. There's a warm breeze in the air, the grass around you stirring ever so slightly. You notice there are two things impaled in the ground in front of you. A dagger which seems to be I crusted in gems, and a <your weapon of choice>. You try to think of how you got here, but your mind is blank.


(Hi! This is obviously my new RP, The reality of a fantasy. To sum all this up, you were obsessed with fantasy of any genre, you fell in a coma for unknown reasons, you woke up in the middle of a clearing with an i crusted dagger and a weapon in front of, and can't remember anything. And arc one takes place in a fantasy (basically, magic and swords) setting. Other arcs will take place in other fantasy genres such as steampunk and the future.)

 

[Saul]

are we starting?

 

[The Darkling]

i hope so id like to start this one :0

 

[The Rogue Bro]

Slowly opening his eyes, Cyprian tried to think of why he was here. Where am I? Even though he was surprised that there was no memory of him getting here, he was more surprised that he had no memory at all. His mind was filled with questions and one other thing. A name. His name, to be exact. Cyprian. The name sounded strange, yet startlingly familiar. Rolling onto his knees, he was startled by the large sword and smaller dagger stabbed in the ground in front of him. Standing up, he also just noticed that there were five other people that were asleep, each of which also had a dagger and weapon in front of them. This is a bit odd. I should probably wait until one of them wakes up to do something.

 

[The Darkling]

Persephone rolled over and groaned as a dull pain had spread through her skull, she wasnt sure when she fell asleep or how. The thing she remembered was....well actually, she didnt remember anything! Opening her eyes she rubbed her head and pulled a red hood back off her head. She was startled to find a small dagger and long bladed scythe sticking out from the ground, "W-what...what is this?" She reached out slowly to touch one of them but she noticed movement not to far from her. Looking over she noticed another person! He should know what was going and wherever the heck she was. But there were also others laying about on the ground. They looked almost like they were sleeping. "E-excuse me..whats happening here? where am I? and..who are all these people?" She looked at him hoping for an answer.

 

[Saul]

Kono's eyes fluttered open. He coughed a little before slowly lifting his top half so that it as vertical, facing a nearby tree. Kono groaned. The atmosphere was eerily...silent. The only sound was the wind blowing against the tree's leaves. It made him quite melancholy. Then Michael looked at his hands, to check if they were even there. clasped in his left was an ornate dagger with a strange blade, encrusted in the hilt was a gleaming black gemstone. In the other hand were to, large scythes. Both about the size of a longsword. They were intricately carved and had a strange pattern winding upwards from the bottom of the hilt, it looked almost like veins. Though it was extremely strange to have these scythes suddenly appear in his hands they felt like they belonged there, like he'd practised with them his entire life. He stood up and gave them a few swings, hitting the tree in front of him a couple of times. He was extremely proficient with them, proficient and skilled. Kono Sheathed them on two holsters on his back. Hmm, his back, the clothing felt light, he was manoeuvrable yet the clothing felt intricate. He picked up the strange dagger and used the blade as a mirror, his clothing was definitely intricate, being black, white highlighted it had some kind of shoulder plate, the clothing reached from the top of his neck to his ankles. His face surprised him a little more however, as one of his eyes was covered, though he could see through both. And a mask like covering hid the bottom of his nose and downwards. Kono grinned, he liked his image, he liked his evil look, it was what he was meant for. He had no idea how he got here, or where he was before but what he did know is it was a new start, and he wouldn't be using that new start for good.


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[The Rogue Bro]

Slightly startled by the talking, he looked to his side to see another person awake. She asked Cyprian a whole slew of questions, some of which he had previously asked himself. He only sighed a bit and answered in a quiet tone. "I don't know." If she dosent know, and I don't know, these other people probably wont know. I hope my theory is wrong.

 

[The Darkling]

His answer took away any hope she had of figuring out what to do here. She looked over to find another man waking from whatever slumber they were all in. She pulled back her hood and got a better look at what she was wearing and she knew it was not something she owned before. Though it resembled the clothes of her ancestors..simple and made from soft materials. She looked up and grabbed the biggest weapon that lay in front of her. When she picked it up it felt just the right weight for her and when she stood up she felt more agile and light. "This is amazing.." She looked at in awe as the red blade matched her own cloak. She looked over at the man who had just awakened and realized his weapons were much like hers but he had two and fit him much better.

 

[The Darkling]

(is anyone going to reply? :0 )

 

[The Rogue Bro]

Seeing the girl pick up the weapon, a scythe, in front of her and a man that had also woken up pick up the weapons, this time two scythes, Cyprian decided to join the party. Standing up, he grabbed the. Great swords hilt and slowly plucked it from the ground. The blade itself was pretty heavy, but was rather easy to maneuver. The sword felt good in his hands, as if it was his birthright to have this sword. In the reflection of the blade, he was able to catch a glimpse of himself. He wore a fairly large white coat, with his left arm incased in metallic armor. "Wow." Was his only word to express the feeling of the metal on his skin.

 

[Saul]

Kono kept his weapons firmly grasped in his hands, flowing behind his legs. He heard scuffling and so he whipped his head around, there were two people awake, a woman and a man. Kono grinned, his eyes widening into a maniacal smile, his thoughts were that his time where ever he was would be so much more fun with these people. He decided not to approach them, and instead made his way into the all the dense forest nearby. He was practically invisible against the many leaves and branches as he walked further in.

 

[The Rogue Bro]

The Rogue Bro updated The reality of fantasy with a new update entry:


Roleplay commence!

For the three of you people that who didn't realize this, role play has started. So post people!

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[The Darkling]

Freyja was going to speak to the other man who had woken but he seemed to want to leave quickly. She help onto her weapon tightly and made the decision to chase after him, "Hey! I know we are all strangers here but whatever is happening isnt normal. Maybe we should all stick together?" She looked around but couldnt see him anywhere. The wind blew her white hair into her face and she pushed it back behind her ear. "We could try to figure this out" She gripped her weapon tightly, since she didnt know an of these people. They could be sinister but for now she had to trust herself and get everyone to work together.

 

[Saul]

Kono whipped his head round to look at the following woman. She was dressed head to toe in red and was carrying a scythe similar to his own. He was about to respond when he felt a sudden strange feeling. He realised it was knowledge, the feeling of knowledge. It was odd, but Kono somehow knew he had the ability to use magic all of a sudden, and what to do to use it. He grinned even more. This form of magic centred around death, it was perfect. And so Kono simply grinned and clicked his fingers, using spell that made people fall asleep where they stood. Kono then ran off further into the foliage, out of sight once again.


(My posts are getting shorter and shorter xD )

 

[The Darkling]

(its ok thats been happening sometimes to me to xD )


Freyja thought she saw the man but the next thing she knew she was woozy and her hand holding the scythe trembled slightly. "Wh-whats...happening." Her eyelids drooped and then her legs trembled. And the next thing she knew her weapon slipped from her grasp and she collapsed to the ground.

 

[Saul]

(I guess a lot of back and forth conversations does that)

 

[The Darkling]

(yeea it starts to dwindle but then next thing you know your typing full on paragraphs!)

 

[The Rogue Bro]

Noticing the girl had left, Cyprian sheathed his weapon and followed quickly. He was just close enough to see the girl fall to the ground with a man dressed in black in front of her. That dosent seem right... Quickly un sheathing his sword he ran after the man. "Whats that about? Making a woman drop to the floor,possibly dead?" Even though he couldn't see the man, he knew he was in the area so the chance of his voice being heard was pretty good.

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja after a few moments opened her eyes, but everything was kind of blurry and she could hear someone but they sounded far away, "Hello?" She looked around but everything moved in a strange fashion, almost like she was drunk. She groaned and attempted to stand but only fell to her knees. She could feel the cold of her weapon pressing against her leg and she put her hand on it in case the man came back. She was sure he did whatever just happened to her.

 

[Soviet Panda]

(THE ALERT SYSTEM IS BROKEN. I will post as soon as I read up on it.) 
Buras sat bolt upright when he woke up. How did he know he was called Buras? He didn't remember anything but that he was called Buras. He also saw his Ash'an'dari, the words just popping into his head, and a dagger impaled into the ground at his feet. where was he? How did he know this stuff? And why did he know how to fight with the weapons in front of him?

 

[The Darkling]

(I havent seen saul pop up in a while)

 

[SkyFilms]

(I apologize, I was away for a while)


Osmond had been silently laying within the soft green patch of grass. He heard voices coat the air around him along with the rustle of leaves and a small flutter of bird wings a crossed the sky. The orange haired man didn't wish to make his awakening known and instead listened to those around him. Osmond was confused and concerned as to the feeling which warped within his chest, he didn't remember anything. Nothing except a single name, Osmond.


Was it his own? And was there a reason behind the fact that whenever he tried to open his eyes he was only met with more darkness?


Osmond finally sat up gradually biting his lower lip to cease any rising groans and readjusted what felt like a top hat atop his head. Before patting the ground in front his form as if he could sense an object before him. And as suspected his fingers began to fumble with what felt like a dagger and a cane, the hilt wrapping around his hand as if it had been made for him. The formally dressed man leaned into it naturally as he felt an out of the ordinary pain rise within his right knee whenever he'd put pressure onto it. Osmond rather then speaking stood there trying to comprehend his situation.

 

[The Darkling]

(Its fine..this one has kind of died anyhow O.o )


Freyja had managed her way back to where she woke up, clutching her scythe in her hand. She felt woozy still form whatever that man had done to her. She collapsed to her knees when she got there and sighed. When she looked up everything was going in and out of focus. But she thought she noticed another one of them waking up.

 

[The Rogue Bro]

(Yay, another person. Now I just need Saul to reply...)

 

[The Darkling]

( I havent seen saul on for awhile though)