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| Dominic Grandstone | Nov 24 2008, 06:27 PM Post #1 |
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Lieutenant General of Tempestas
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Please note: the basis for this role play came from the ever inventive mind of Rick Riordan, or more specifically his series of novels known as Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Though we are set in a slightly different universe than his books, the idea is totally credited to him. ` ` p r o l o g u e The wind whipped around the expanse, a gale force wind steadily increasing, blowing with it a slightly salty smell; a brilliant streak of lightning slashed its way through the sky, leaving a wicked scar and the stench of ozone in its wake; darkness crept steadily through the sky, suffocating all in its path with its extensive, overpowering reach. The Immortal Ruling Twelve stood tall, though they were divided. Olympus lay in ruin beneath their feet, the eternal throne somehow shattered, but they showed no remorse. Zeus seemed the most furious out of the Big Three, his stormy blue eyes looking as if they could kill with a glance. Poseidon was attempting to look his calm, detached self as per usual, but found it hard to suppress such rage. Hades looked the most comfortable however; it was no secret that he had no qualms about war, because it brought with it the most pleasant sensation in the world (to him): the pain of death. "It is clear that my brothers have chosen to make this a family matter," Zeus' deep bass rumbled, yes, thundered. Lightning again made its ephemeral pathway through the heavens, accentuating his speech. "I have been as patient as godly possibly these last few centuries, but my efforts were in vain; it is as of this very day that Olympus is shattered, destroyed. Though what was once our home is in shambles, we have more pressing matters on our hands." Those fierce eyes swept through the clearing, daring anyone to challenge him; it was Poseidon who stepped up to the plate. "I'm not so sure I like your tone, brother," he said evenly, his own sea-green hued irises concealing their anger dexterously. Ares was the next to speak, though he was not one of the Big Three, and nearly cut off the last of Poseidon's succint thoughts as he interjected. "I'll be damned to Tartarus if this is isn't your own fault, and here you are blaming us, why I--" The hot-headed War God was silenced by a terrible glare and simple swish of Hades' hand. "I'm quite sure we know what this is about. Why don't we just cut to the chase... We all know what's coming." An evil grin spread across the Lord of the Underworld's pale, taut face. Ozone crackled around Zeus' head as he lifted his lightning bolt sceptre high. "Very well, then, brother.... It is now official. The house of Attonbitus has declared war on the houses of Tempestas and Venaliter!" There was another terrible cracking flash of lightning, and a deafening boom of thunder, and then Zeus had disappeared; with him he had taken, Athena, Artemis, and Apollo, most loyal of his children. "So be it then, brother," Hades gave a mock bow and disappeared in a manner not very much unlike his younger brother before him, but leaving behind the stench of mildew and sulfur; Ares and Aphrodite, the forbidden lovers, as well as Dionysus. Poseidon's normally gregarious face had lost all traces of kindness, and he and his remaining loyal three disappeared. The decimated remains of Olympus stood alone, a testament to the destruction and chaos that inevitably follows war. ` ` t h e | | s t o r y The air is replete with preparations for war; since the severing of the ties to Olypmus less than two months ago, Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon have been readying themselves for the oncoming battle. There is no doubt in anyone's mind the oncoming battle will determine the future of King of the Gods. Zeus has taken fortress in the cloud pillars of the sky, Poseidon has sought and recieved shelter beneath the crashing waves, and Hades has retreated to his home terrain, the treacherous Underworld. All twelve Olympians have taken their sides evenly, but even the Immortals know that this battle will not be won on their prowess alone. In truth, the fate of the world lies in the unsuspecting hands of the gods' mortal children, the demigods. It has been no secret that even the most pious gods and goddesses have sired children with mortals, and the results are astounding. Though they may not seem formidable alone, each is blessed with an ability based on an aspect of their parentage, and together they have the power to turn the tides of this and any battle. Claimings and recruitment have sky-rocketed; every god and goddess wants their most powerful children to serve them well in the upcoming war. The streets of New York have become a dangerous war terrain. Seemingly innocent teens and young adult demigods who have yet to develop and come into full realization of their powers have been picked off in alleyways, and everyone is doing whatever they can to survive and thrive. Most demigods side with the faction of their parents, but a few brave souls dare to betray their immortal ancestors... What about you? Will you choose to be a son of Hermes, carrying out surveillance missions in secret, or maybe a daughter of Aphrodite, using that deadly charm to worm secrets out of opposing factions' generals? Whatever they may try to do, whatever choices are made, it's very apparent that the worst is still yet to come; they're just watching, hoping, and ``waiting for {MIDNIGHT;;} WFM is loosely based on the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series from the masterful mind of Rick Riordan; however, we are set in an alternate universe where many half-blood demigods have had their parentage kept secret regardless of their parent's power, Camp Half-Blood never existed, and neither did any of the original canons from the books. Instead, the demigods here at WFM have abilities focused from one of their god parent's specialties, manifested from birth and apparent throughout their lives. In general, by the time one reaches adolescence they have a firm grasp and concept of what they are able to do, and mastery can be reached in the late teens or early adulthood, depending on the power. Monsters do not hunt as often or prey on demigods, and the mist is thicker than ever, to the point that normal mortals have no idea of what is going on around them (they can't even see when a demigod uses his or her powers). The destruction is all the same, and even an untrained naked mortal eye could see when a subway rail is left in ruins or a small-time shop goes up in flames. Through unorganized consensus, the public is beginning to get a sense that something suspicious is taking place beneath their noses. Schools have been opened up by each of the three factions to train the future warriors of the gods, though even the half-bloods don't know that they are merely being used as their parents' pawns. The more powerful of them rise in the ranks quickly, and slackers are filtered out; to save yourself, you have to be the best. Edited by Dominic Grandstone, Nov 25 2008, 02:55 PM.
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