Dayzgone
2015-10-27, 09:54 PM
Centuries ago, powerful wizards, noble fairies, and honorable titans once battled for control over the continent of Roue, for its vast resources and powerful connection to the planet. There battles stained the land, enriching it with the vibrant colors and unpredictability of magic.
The kingdom of Vale lays within on of these vast fields of battle. Vale the kingdom of eternal Autumn, the magic of the long lost fairy empire still permeates the land. What should be green trees, now bright reds and yellows year round, the grass and flowers glow many wonderus colors illuminating the country side, the water has become a emerald green, and the sky always looks to be the edge of dawn. Nights brings stars that could be no brighter.
Even the inhabitants have been affected, newborns eyes glow yellow, and all have some command of magic.
The climate is a bizarre contrast to the lands color. For while the land depicts a cool crisp day, the climate is actually hot and tropical; with sun showers and and heat waves being very common place. What isn't so common, is the form they may take. Some days the rain will fall, but nothing becomes wet, the sun may shine from the east, yet no shadow points west. Rain will be water one minute and then flower petals the next. Vale, a place of beauty that boggles the mind, and can turn deadly at any moment. It is why so many adventures are drawn to it. The vast amount of oddities, and the near endless supply of treasure from the magical war, has made Vale a paradise for those seeking thrills and fame.
To the far North at the edge of Vale’s territory, stands the city of Fallsend. Its walls and streets shorn from the slate white stone of the nearby mountain that traces the northern boarder, separating the civilized land from the wild unknown beyond. Fair in size, the city of Fallsend is prosperous despite its remote location. It serves as the first or last stop for many adventures who go seeking riches, and the silver that comes from its mines is found all through out the kingdom.
Further to the northwest, off the road, past the forest and just before the mountains, lays what can only be described of as a “lake of hills”. The rolling plains of grass and dirt almost looks to bubble and shift like water, however it is as firm and solid as ground should be. In the center of the lake, stand one hill larger then all the rest. Its top is crowned with small tufts of fire and bones, and a covering of ash can be found all the way to the base.
There is a low rumbling noise, and the ground ripples like water. Shortly after, a large round man carrying a heavy brown sac across his back comes sprinting out of a hole in the top of the ashen hill. He wares a suit of chain that clinks in unison with the contents of his bag.The man moves fast for one with such a portly frame, his soot covered face looks panicked, his eyes and whats left of his burnt hair are the brown of a foreigner.
Several seconds pass and another man can be seen emerging from the hole in the hill top. He too flees the hole like a bat out of hell, his blond and silver tipped hair still smoking from a close shave with fire and his piercing yellow eyes are filled with rage for the man ahead of him.
“YOU SON OF A B***H... IM GOING TO CATCH YOU...YOU UGLY PILE OF LARD!!! AND WHEN I DO IM GOING T-"
His threats and accusations are drowned out by more rumbling as others appear from within the hill. Leading the pack is a female half giant, whose long strides have her gaining on the second man. Her metal armor blacked from the ash; and fire still clings to her left leg, she to has eyes only for the fat man and his burden. Just behind her runs a strange looking elf with buckler in hand and a deep purple sword forged of crystal in the other. He lags behind the giant, but his speed keeps him well ahead of the other two figures. One is a short and thin man, wearing what once was a blue scholarly rob now singed and tattered by harsh flames. His eyes are a bright blue that matches the sapphire atop his metal staff. Then finally bringing up the rear, is a imposingly large elephant creature that walks on its hind legs, with a massive bow in one hand, and a similarly massive arrow in the other. While the Elf is also concentrated upon the rotund prize ahead, the final two seem much more concerned with whats coming out of the hole behind them.
Dozens of giant salamanders scurry forth, barking fire and and in hot pursuit of our adventures.
The kingdom of Vale lays within on of these vast fields of battle. Vale the kingdom of eternal Autumn, the magic of the long lost fairy empire still permeates the land. What should be green trees, now bright reds and yellows year round, the grass and flowers glow many wonderus colors illuminating the country side, the water has become a emerald green, and the sky always looks to be the edge of dawn. Nights brings stars that could be no brighter.
Even the inhabitants have been affected, newborns eyes glow yellow, and all have some command of magic.
The climate is a bizarre contrast to the lands color. For while the land depicts a cool crisp day, the climate is actually hot and tropical; with sun showers and and heat waves being very common place. What isn't so common, is the form they may take. Some days the rain will fall, but nothing becomes wet, the sun may shine from the east, yet no shadow points west. Rain will be water one minute and then flower petals the next. Vale, a place of beauty that boggles the mind, and can turn deadly at any moment. It is why so many adventures are drawn to it. The vast amount of oddities, and the near endless supply of treasure from the magical war, has made Vale a paradise for those seeking thrills and fame.
To the far North at the edge of Vale’s territory, stands the city of Fallsend. Its walls and streets shorn from the slate white stone of the nearby mountain that traces the northern boarder, separating the civilized land from the wild unknown beyond. Fair in size, the city of Fallsend is prosperous despite its remote location. It serves as the first or last stop for many adventures who go seeking riches, and the silver that comes from its mines is found all through out the kingdom.
Further to the northwest, off the road, past the forest and just before the mountains, lays what can only be described of as a “lake of hills”. The rolling plains of grass and dirt almost looks to bubble and shift like water, however it is as firm and solid as ground should be. In the center of the lake, stand one hill larger then all the rest. Its top is crowned with small tufts of fire and bones, and a covering of ash can be found all the way to the base.
There is a low rumbling noise, and the ground ripples like water. Shortly after, a large round man carrying a heavy brown sac across his back comes sprinting out of a hole in the top of the ashen hill. He wares a suit of chain that clinks in unison with the contents of his bag.The man moves fast for one with such a portly frame, his soot covered face looks panicked, his eyes and whats left of his burnt hair are the brown of a foreigner.
Several seconds pass and another man can be seen emerging from the hole in the hill top. He too flees the hole like a bat out of hell, his blond and silver tipped hair still smoking from a close shave with fire and his piercing yellow eyes are filled with rage for the man ahead of him.
“YOU SON OF A B***H... IM GOING TO CATCH YOU...YOU UGLY PILE OF LARD!!! AND WHEN I DO IM GOING T-"
His threats and accusations are drowned out by more rumbling as others appear from within the hill. Leading the pack is a female half giant, whose long strides have her gaining on the second man. Her metal armor blacked from the ash; and fire still clings to her left leg, she to has eyes only for the fat man and his burden. Just behind her runs a strange looking elf with buckler in hand and a deep purple sword forged of crystal in the other. He lags behind the giant, but his speed keeps him well ahead of the other two figures. One is a short and thin man, wearing what once was a blue scholarly rob now singed and tattered by harsh flames. His eyes are a bright blue that matches the sapphire atop his metal staff. Then finally bringing up the rear, is a imposingly large elephant creature that walks on its hind legs, with a massive bow in one hand, and a similarly massive arrow in the other. While the Elf is also concentrated upon the rotund prize ahead, the final two seem much more concerned with whats coming out of the hole behind them.
Dozens of giant salamanders scurry forth, barking fire and and in hot pursuit of our adventures.