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This is a plot revote. If you voted before, vote again. Don't vote for your own plot.
THE LAST VOTE WAS A TIE.
1. Kirizaki's Plot
The world is set into disarray as a new foe, The Blades, appear. This group of few but incredibly strong warriors has been enslaving the magical along with human people of the land of Syenopia. When they do so, they force the beings to undertake a special operation, where they are stripped of their will and forced to join The Blades. The Blades are planning to take over the whole of Syenopia, but, for some apparent reason, the Underworld is now up in arms. Why is this? Nobody knows for sure, but there are some rumors.
One proves most real, but is still not proven. The Underworld has been plotting to do the same for some time, and is angry with the opposition.
Along with the underworld, the mystical and human races of Syenopia are raising arms at the new threat, sending their strongest warriors to deal with the Warlords, or leaders of The Blades, as those who are weaker enter in on the battles with The Blades converted creatures.
Will this ever end?
The ranks of The Blades are, from highest rank to lowest....
Overlord - Similar to a king
Warlord - Similar to a prince/princess or high commander
Lord - Similar to a regular Commander
Converted - Captains to Patrol Units.
Just note, from Lord to Overlord are all more powerful than most others, showing that there is a real threat here.
2. Evalescence's Plot
Shortly after the war, a new island surfaces in Syenopia. It is shrouded in a great fog, blanketed by everlasting darkness. The various nations send envoys to the island, but none have returned.
Let some time pass. The various kingdoms have given up trying to penetrate the void. The task is now left up to daredevil adventurers. The various characters will form in small parties to travel to the Tower. Against all odds, they will manage to breach the fog and various sea entities to reach the island. Upon arrival, the see the Tower. What lies within...well, that you shall find out....
3. Imp's Plot One
Night. Dark, placid, eerie. It seems that this night would go on forever--being this quiet at least. The city of Turon, a big city that is large in diameter in all directions and in population of course. It was quiet again this night--not a first for usually there were some people causing havoc and chaos--but this night, for the past seven months, death rolled into the city like an unwanted tumbleweed. It was an odd kind of disease. It was contageous--highly contagious as already half of the population had caught a hold of this tragic disease. The peoples bodies swelled up--bloating in other terms as their skin started to mold, turn a grey color than into a green hue as the infectious disease spread through out their bodies. Their voices became harsh and scratchy as the infected parts on their skin begame numb--in some cases the skin started to 'melt' off on its own accord, freaking some people out. On the inside--was just the same, except on the inside their internal organs started to rot--to decay on the inside as their organs soon soaked up al the blood in the body and as the organs soon refused to function properly; correctly, resulting in a slow and painful death.
That death, that contageous, infectious disease, was soon named 'Nights Shade,' as when the blanket of night covers the sky--that is when you can tell when you are infected as the skin started to turn pale then--if you are infected and that is when over nighty percent of the populations; deaths took place; happened and occured. That disease mostly infected or perhaps chosen; as the townspeople started to think--younger youth; children and young adults/teens of the city. They suffered the first and died more slowly as the disease also sped up the organs life span or developement in other words, then when it reached a certain age--the rotting and decaying soon after starts. The town was quiet as mostly everyone had it as of yet-- and no one could be happy or celebrate...nothing as someone they loved or what not had 'Nighs Shade.' No one could do anything, nothing at all anymore. The non-infected people either cowered in the fear of getting infected and/or they isolated themselves from the ones with 'Night Shade,' or they either stayed with the infected ones; comforting them to the best of their ability later, or they would try and help them--some by experimenting on a few of them, trying to find a cure of some kind, but all failed for the most part.
The population greatly depleated into a few hundred out of the thousands that lived there. The 'Nights Shade' got more worse, rotting wood and decomposing cloth or fabric f it got contaminated from the human body; like from a cough or cut of the sorts. The wooden buildings of the city rotten slightly, discoloring the paint that was on the wood and the wood itself; oak, pine, or redwood, it did not matter as it just started to rot slowly. The pain drying so much that it flew off from the winds blow. The cloth; the clothing thery were wearing and the bed sheets they laid upon looked as though a hoard of months rampaged in a deadly swarm as a many of holes were about on the fabrics and cloths. Silence was the only thing the town emitted in the night and/or day...well, almost except for the sudden shrieks of pain as the infected ones died one after another. dying like flies--one by one.
Thought the whole city was rotting, the most eerie thing was trhat it left no scent, a silent disease it was--as thoughs who catch it would not know nor have the faintest idea until it was just too late and they collasped under bthe pressure of their inner organs expanding rapidly then rotting; decaying soon after. They thought--the city's people that observed the disease 'Nights Shade' thought that was everything--but they were wrong. The bones grew larger after death as strange vines grew from the marrow inside--spreading onto the outside and almost as if it was keeping theenlarged bones protected as they were buried under the soil a few miles away from the city as a small, well, now over crowded cemertary. The last surviving doctors recorded the vines as veins, veins that were still letting blood flow oddly with no pump of a heart to direct it--a deformaty it was as that part of the body refused to just give up and die; colaspe without a fight though the bones were the only thing left as therest of the body so called 'melted' away in one nights time.
Only a few people left their houses, their homes--some to buy or get more cloth and food as the others left the city--getting scared and terrified of the 'Nights Shade's' rapis growth of infection. A few survived as they did not get the disease and left, but the others that left the Turon, had the disease and soon died a few miles outside of the city, over using themselfs past their limits just to live--a pointless attempt. Everyone was soon bound to 'Nights Shade,' everyone showed some symptoms of the dreaded disease. Some morned, some weeped, some stayed quiet as they ket the 'Nights Shade' swallow themselves up. The infected showedmassive sighs of thirst--they ordered water and fluids more than the comfort of others, food, and warmth. The body needed it for some odd reason as the disease basically absorbed the liquid inside; it needed it to survive. 'Nights Shade' also caused things that were not sensitive such as hair and nails to feel pain as well as the veins in their bodies spred, more nerves covered the inflated body of the infected areas as well as a quence for thirst.
This 'Nights Shade' just appeared out of nowhere--causing massconspition among the people, well, the few that were left that is. Who had this? Who did it infect first? How sis it come to be? Do we know all of the symptoms? When will it end?! Those questions were unanswered no matter who they accusedor the matter of how hard they have tried. The people, all of them with that fear that turned into nightmares. Those nightmares that everyone had felt, smelt, even looked real and so realistic to them. In their dreams, they smelt the fear, felt the heartbeats, and even saw the horror--which brought more fear--which created smething...something made from all of their fear in their dreams. That created the entity that is a breathing, living, new specimen that the remaininf few citizens called, 'Nightmares.' Yes, the new breathing beings that were born from all of this fear were called 'Nightmares'--just like the dreams of the townspeople. nightmares? Breathing nightmares? What in God's name?! It is true. With each death, resided fear, and all that fear bundled up together--and with a massive amount of it created the 'Nightmare.'
One month later, the town of Turon was no different at all. People still suffered and died of the Nighs Shade disease that did not go away even the slightest. Even the very few that escaped the town brought others such as doctors and priests from other towns such as Silika and Ranim to Turon to try and rid this disease. The doctors called it uncureable, the priests called it a cuse, and the victems of this horrid disease, called it a 'nightmare' in a living hell. It seemed just, not to end. Life...was dying. And death arose. What would happen. Would there be any cure?! Well, ther would be... Few travelers set on a journey to help. but how? They did not know, but they must. This....is their journey.
4. Imp's Plot Two
A long time ago, there was a war above all wars. A massive war filled with blood, greed, destruction, and death. A terrible and gruesome war that topped all of the wars, and made all of the other wars look like childsplay. It lasted hundreds of years. They said that it would never end. But, they were right...it never did.
Years past, and 'he' was still living. 'He' was a commanding officer of the opposing side, the 'evil' side they called. 'He' was a feirce worrior, filled with only one thing that drove him into battle, and that was the sight of blood spilling out, flowing like a river of helpless people.
5 years later...
'He' was a changed man, something had happened. 'He' stepped down from his position and killed some of his comrads. They said he grew insane, but that wasnt close to it. He wouldnt tell anyone, not even himself, nor his soul. Now he was insane. A killer with no thought nor mind. A trickster and too sly. Too fast too...unhuman. And thus, out story begins. Who is he? What does he want? What in the world happened? Who... Why...?
5. Imp's Plot Three
Nightmares. Who would of though of them to be real. For them to be living almost breathing speicmins--but they are--they follow you, and haunt you untill you drown in fear or until they take you in--inside of them as they just swallow you up whole--as you then live in entire darkness. Frightning isn't it? You bet it is. The only thing you do is curl up in a ball, full of fear--nothing more. This new race, Nightmares-to keep it simple, tended to be violent, bringing in random people into the darkness, haunting them. What is worse is that the elfs--out of their curiosity, forged five gems of power per say out of a nightmare they struggled to kill--quite a hard task as they do not die...easily. A blood red colored gem from the heart of a nightmare--the power of strength. A blue colored gem--the glare of their eyes that seem to see your deepest fears--speed. A Yellow colored gem--the pale flesh of the creature--the power of foresight. A Black colored gem--the soul of the nightmare--energy. The final gem they used, was the color white, almost clear and small--the trickery of the nightmare--control. The elfs were proud of their work--the spell that binded the nightmare as they disected it, but failed to do it properly as darkness was all that was inside. The kept these gems away from the trolls, orcs, their neighbors--the drows, and even the most unpleasent to deal with--humans. These gems were the nightmares own defeat if used against them, but if they took the gem to the darkness--absorbed it--the would gain that power--their power in that field doubling. That would not be a pleasent sight at all. Now what if they had all of the gems that the elfs carelessly made? Havoc? Chaos? All your nightmares coming alive--not like they already were, but still? The elfs distributed each gem to a special warrior. The red gem, to an axe weilder. The blue gem, to the warrior. The yellow gem, to the assassin of the tribe. The Black and white gem was given to the finest archers they had--a brother and a sister, excelent in that field as nothing passed the twins. Soon after they hald the gems to be used against their own kind, the nightmares soon figured out what they were up yo--and what happened to their comrade that was captured and killed. The nightmares attacked the elfs--all the elfs that fought either died, or got absorbed--being held in the darkness, as some nightmares died in a flash of smoke from their powers going against them, They never knew about those gems as they left the scene, but a few wonderers saw thos shiney gems--and sold them for profit--not knowing what they were. Now the gems were scattered in the region of Lyvidius, all but one, the black gem--as a nightmare by the name of Nero got ahold of it from one of his victems. Just by absorbing that gem, he knew there was four just like it--out of his fallen comrade--and he knew he had to find them to reign surpreme abouve all the other nightmares withought a fear that they might turn on him. The humans knew something was there, some evil as they started to disappear a few per night. Some say they say their worst fear--the few that survived the nightmares wrath. Nero, stayed quiet, knowing how his kind died. They could only die by three specific ways. One, being killed by their own power--which the elfs clearly did. Two, if someone willingly accepted the darkness of them that is the nightmare. The last one and the most successful, the nightmares using all of their ebnergy--making them vanurable to common attacks. The war was on-- a secret war only a vast few knew-- ones that knew what the nightmares did, and about the gems of their own power. It was on, this small battle. Who would win, the nightmares and a chaotic worled of their own, or the protectors; a group of humans, elfs and other creatures--in a world of peace? You created the nightmares, could you uncreate them? That choice is up to you....
6. Imp's Plot Four
A few years ago, the black dragon attacked and killed without much warning or train of thought. It was destroying crops, houses, and taking lives not one by one, but hundreds at a time. it must be stopped. A brave group of people took ths task, and encountered the dragon. Some died, some ran away, and injured. Well, black dragons are diseased and when it attacked the few warriors, it infected them with its genes; its disease. Waking up, the few that were alive, they soon found themselves experiencing odd and eerie urges. like for an example, meat. And wanting that more, just to rend and tear and taste the blood. Also, they grew to like more fights and got weird urges about their kind. Soon, the isolated themselves away and tried to save the people around them and themselves. but, what would happen if the dragon died? Will the people that cause the diseae return to normal? Would they...return back to their own lives? It is up to you...
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Blackened voids of silver rivers....
Strands of cold and fearful shivers.....
Ghostly smile played on her lips,
Eyes like blood, she took some sips,
Crimson liquid 'round her mouth
Burning terror from the south.
Sunlight reaching, tendrils out,
Ran away and she did pout. |
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