First, the world. Think our world, about beginning of 1900's technolagy, but with any race emaginable. That includes all myuthological beings, elves, vampires, anything within reason.
The plot setting. You may start anywhere in the world, although I do suggest somewhere around North America, since, well, after a bit I plan to get everyone to meet in northern Alaska. In this story we are searching out different truths about the world, from whether the Norther Lights are spirits of the past, to whether the Gods them selves exist. But, of course, you should try and follow my lead, as I do have a set main plan for the story.
Just post a character description, and I will check it to see if I approve of it for the story.
And by the way, for some strange reason, all species of beast, of human like can understand each other. I personally am using a wolf for my character, so there.
BIC:
The Grand Design, Now Reach for the Light
Chapter 1: The Gathering
Chapter 1: The Gathering
The artic winds blew cold in the light of the now setting sun. Not that far off in the distence, within the rocky peaks of the gathering hall, the Great Wolf Clan sat deciding on thier next course of action.
"I say we ignore the signs, they can only be a bad omen!" a voice fro the back cried out.
The Alpha Male of the pack howled for silence. "You know what will happen if we ignore the signs!" he paused for a breath, his age was shakingly affecting his health. All the wolves thought back to a time only a few years prior when the caribou had been less plentiful after a decisision to ignore the signs. Many a strong wolf had died that year. "We will send our wisest elder to be the embassidor for the meeting."
All heads turned to face a wolf at the rear of the pack. His greying fur showed his age. Where once the fur had been a lustrious brown, the fur had become a dull, sheenless grey. The wolf raised his muzzle in acceptence. "I will go, for it is my duty to the clan."
The Alpha Male nodded. "Good. Now depart, Zaltan, and do not forget that you do our clan proud."
Zaltan turned his head. The Raven had brought news, not days before, that representitives from the races of the worlds were gathering, at a place called Icicle Peak, just on the border of the Alasken Ice Bridge. It was likely that other races around the globe were currently recieving the same message from the bird's kin. The location itself was only a couple hour's run from the meeting hall of Zaltan's clan, so he would have plenty to time to rest before any other species, except the Raven and it's kin, arrived.
OOC; now, feel free to post a character description to let me approve it!
