some rules before we start.
keep to guild rules. they're there for a reason.
No godmoding (taking control of another persons CH) without permision
no killing, we're all on the same team here. you can get into fights, but keep 'em alive
no speed posting. I probably won't see much of it here anyway, but I'd still like to mention it anyway.
keep SOME substance to your posts. I don't want one liners. If you can't think of much to do, add in what's going through their head.
have fun. this is the most important rule here. if you can't stick to it, leave.
"Millennia ago, there was a tyrannous king controlling the land by simply making anyone who didn't do his will a wanted criminal. He made up crimes to suit the people. The streets were lined with mechanical guards, powered by magic, called golems. They didn't, however, have them in the countryside. eventually a small band of peasants met on a country lane and were sparked into a rebellion by a man named Nimaal. They were select about who joined the rebellion, anyone could work for the king. they prepared every day, on the lanes, gathering weapons and armour, hiding each piece in a different place. they knew the king would hear of the rebellion and take back any weapon that had been sold, so they started making them. and eventually, the king did find out. the golems were ordered to gather any weapons and destroy any forges. they found most of the hoard. only 12 sets of weapons survived. but what was worse was those who were found hiding the weapons and armour. only 10 rebels were left.
the rebels were discovered and forced to flee the city with nothing but what they were wearing and the hidden weapons. t9 of the rebels fell to the ground, sobbing. their homes were destroyed, families jailed, possessions destroyed. they had given up hope. or, that is to say, 9 had. Nimaal stood on the nearest rock and cleared his throat. "Men!" he shouted "And woman. today we have been banished. but we cannot class this as a defeat. we are still going to enter that foul city again and wipe out the evil of the king and h-"
"No point." said his more realistic brother, Ista. "The golems are-"
"We have not come this far just to give up! We have not left our lives behind to give up! WE HAVE NOT watched our families dragged away, our friends killed on the spot to give up!"
"the golems are too strong and too many. we'd stand no chance."
"Then we'll train! we will not attack till we are ready! We may have few weapons and belongings, but we do not need them. we can fight with a minimal amount of weapons. from now on we shall be called the minimalistic warriors!" there was a grand cheer.
10 years later the attack went through. they had become nomads, forced to wander the land fleeing the golems. when the attack came they were amazed at the ease of it. there were only a few people left in the city, they had rioted and burned most of the city down. the golems that had survived no longer needed to protect the castle and were sent out to search. and so Nimaal and his band of now warriors entered the castle.
"I think you know the rest honey." said Atara. "Time to go to sleep."
"but muuuuum!" moaned the child named after the hero
"No buts Nimaal. your brother doesn't complain." she pointed at the baby named after his brother.
"Ista is not even a year old. he can't speak."
"I said go to sleep"
"Fine." Atara walked to the door and blew out the candle. as she shut the door Nimaal spoke again, this time less childlike and more thoughtful. "I know the ending off by heart anyways. 'even though'" he quoted from the end of the tale. Atara re-opened the door. "'Even though the magic has been returned, do not rebuild the cities with your new powers. keep the minimalistic ways.' what happened to them ways mum? why is our bedroom full of stuff?" Atara was confused.
I don't know that bit she thought.
the next morning Atara found a note written in crayon.
Dear mum,
I'm soree. I bon't no why, but i gota leev.
I gota take Ista with. i'm tayking some food.
i don't no ware weer heding, but i got find
them minalstic ways. i dont no why, we
just do. we just gotta find them ways.
i'm soree mum. I reely am.
namall
The jist
If you join this thread, you are going to be a nomad of the new minimalistic warriors. only the first 10 get one of the original weapons, which have been given powers, nobody remembers how. I will develop the story early on, so make sure to read.
ch sheet - backbone of your character
name:
age:
gender:
element:
weapons:
appearance:
bio:
IC:
name: name
age: age
gender: m or f
element: this will be used later. for now just pick one. earth fire water air
weapons: your single set of weapons NO GUNS
appearence: what you look like, description or a Tektek Avitar if you can, pics are allowed but discouraged.
bio: not required, more about your life.
IC: you're introduction post of finding the tomb and your weapons in the one of your CH's counterpart from the origonal team DO NOT POST AFTER TILL I SAY TO START.
I need someone to play this one
name: Ista
age: 10
gender: male
element: fire
weapons: ((your choice))
appearance: http://tektek.org/avatar/22102947 edit it as you want. and he speaks in red. COLOR="Red"
bio: Nimaals brother. that's it really. been travelling with him etc
here's my one
name: Nimaal
age: 17
gender: m
element: earth
weapons: dual swords
appearence: http://public.tektek.org/img/av/4/tek_0706304a3c10.png
bio: above
IC: That was all 10 years ago, and they'd finally found it. he had joined with some nomads, 8 of them, searching for the tomb of the 10, where the rebels had been buried, and they had finally found it. Nimaal looked at the grave of Nimaal. there were marks on it shaped like hands. he put his own hands on them. they fell through. he grabbed onto something and there was a glow. out of the top came his hands holding onto two swords. they were strange. they were both gold and silver at the same time. hard yet... soft. hot and cold at the same time. heavy but in a weightless way. there was just one word for them. "Wow."
