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(Pronounced ILL-fay)
Long ago, the continent of Ilfay was colonized by a few colonists, who had been shipwrecked upon the island. The island was virtually paradise, except for the wastelands on the right side of the mountains.
The continent had a ridge of mountains running through it, with only two places to cross over without having to travel over the mountains, one at either end of the island. The larger of the two passes was a desert, which few ever returned from.
However the smaller pass led to ground which was amazingly fertile, and grew anything there. The colonists had been setting forth to colonize a nearby chain of islands, but they had been blow off course and only half of the group survived.
The Captain and his men perished, as they toiled to save the families lives. They famalies, not lacking common sense, made a list of who had survived. However, the paper was lost long ago, and many were most likely forgotten as their tale was passed on from generation to generation.
The richer families quickly settled in the richer areas, cultivating the livestock they had brought with them. But before I continue, I'd best describe the nature of the country on the left side of the mountains. You know what it's like? Fine then, tell me.
Yes, the higher country is covered in trees. There were more trees back then, you know. The lowerlands are covered in mud? I say they are covered in clay. Don't just repeat the things your parents say about them. They are a powerful country in their own right.
Yes, I do belive we live in the richest land. Right smackdab in-between those who cut down wood, and those who make clay into bricks. Well, we are the decendants of the richer famlies. Now don't interupt, and let me finish.
Now the richer famlies settled in the richer land, cultivating livestock. The other famlies dispersed, a couple settling amoung the richer folk, much to their displeasure. The families chose where they would live according to their abilities.
But where beauty and prosperity bloom, the weeds of deformity and poverty soon follow. A few of their children were found to have magic, so they were cast out into the wilderness of the mountains.
But the children survived, using magic. They were outcasts, and did everything they good to destroy the colonists. But all had to be done in secret, and only small things, such as inciting unrest, greed, and jelousy.
There wern't many of them, but they survived for generations. And to this day, they lurk about in today's society. The unrest which they sowed in our spirits led to a monarchy. Several, actually.
There are are now five countries, Ilsveth the country of wood, Ilara our beautiful country of pastures and livestock, Ilper the country of clay, Ilmeri the country of stone, and Ilwer the country of the golden crop.
So is that why there is so much political unrest now? Quite right. Quite right. In fact we must pray that you are not in danger, your highness ... (ILL-s-veth, ILL-ara, ILL-per, ill-MEER-ee, and ILL-weer)
So! Did ya like that^? I hope so. I spent an hour on it. So as the teacher mentioned, there is political unrest in Ilfay. Ilara and Ilwer are at war, and Ilper recently agreed to an alliance. Assasins and spies are being sent out into all the kingdoms to ensure an alliance with certain kingdoms, and to destroy certain people in high positions.
Anyhoo, here's the charrie sheet:
Name:
Age:
Position:
Kingdom:
Appearance:
Personality:
Any magic?:
Backstory: (If applyable)
Other:
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Name: Rhea Iypera (EE-A-peer-a)
Age: 16
Position: Assasin and spy, when need be.
Kingdom: Ilara
Appearance: She has long wavy black hair, is fairly tall and skinny with palish skin. She wears the typical servant's garb of Ilwer, as she is currently posing as a servant in court.
Personality: Very firey, sarcastic, and very prone to anger, unfortunetly. She is in fear that her anger might one day cost her her position in either/both court(s)
Any magic?: No
Backstory: N/A, as she grew up a regular life.
submitted by Cho Chang
(July 8, 2016 - 10:55 am)
(July 8, 2016 - 10:55 am)
~Hecate
"Don't..." She croaks. "You need help." I insist. I hear footsteps behind me but don't turn, and suddenly a fist pounds on my head and everything is black. "Was your cover blown?" I hear someone say. Not to me, but to the girl. And that's the last I hear.
(July 21, 2016 - 11:42 am)
Maleisia~
The King is in a far-off place that no living, breathing person can imagine. It is almost like a dream, but deeper and more malevolent. The shadows are curling around his subcontiousness when they form into a gigantic, obsidian bird with a purple cloak.
"Good day, King Ilweren."
He whirls around blindly like a person underwater, searching for the source of the sound. "What- why am I like this? Who are you? What is going on?"
"Do not fear, my king. I am merely a messenger, who soars the skies in daylight and sees everything. You can trust me, for I do not even exist. Of course, at this moment, neither do you."
The king is scratching his head over this one. "But I do exist! I have a family, and-"
"Ah," the raven says softly. It seems to fade slightly, and float further away.
"Wait! Don't go! What is it you are trying to tell me?"
"Such a pity..."
"What is the matter? You have a messege for me, do you not?"
"My king...I bring you news of great sorrow. You have been BETRAYED!" The monsterous bird yelled the last word, and it reverberates off cavern walls that do not exist. King Ilweren trembles. "By someone close...very close...to you."
His mind flashes to his daughters. "No...that's impossible! It couldn't be them!"
The apparition flickeres. "I cannot stay here much longer. When the nightshade was slipped into your morning drink, a servent laughed. Now everyone is convinced it was her, and the true assasin goes unnoticed. You trusted her completely, my king."
Unseen wind is howling through a ravine that doesn't exist and never will. The winged creature is slowly disintegrating. King Ilweren's features are covered in shock and horror as I let his mind make up the rest of the story. With a final wheeze, the creature croaks,
"Oh, how King Illaran would laugh if he knew that a princess in the court of Ilwer was better than even his most trusted spies...remember, your majesty, trust no one..."
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MWA HA HA! Being the antagonist in a RP is quite fun. Now the king of Ilwer (once he wakes up) will seem to have gone insane. He will keep insisting that it was one of his daughters that poisoned him and will see conspiricies everywhere. Let's see how that goes...
@Icy- I have an idea for Hecate and the others: Maybe the Ilweren royals could send out a proclamation to anyone that has magic to see if they could fix the king's insanity, and Hecate and the others could accept??? I don't know, I think Alexandra would have to agree to send out the proclamation first. Just an idea.
(July 21, 2016 - 11:12 am)
Yeah, can the Ilwerian royals please do that? Kir isn't doing much...
(July 21, 2016 - 4:10 pm)
I think the idea about the proclamation is good! Oh, and take out the last paragraph in my last post. Anisa isn't going anywhere. At least, not yet...
~Anisa
I kneel by Father, willing him to wake up, to please wake up. I see his eyelids flutter, and hope rises up inside of me like a bird, "Father?"
His eyes open, and my heart sinks. His eyes look mad, crazy, and he rasps in a hoarse voice, "Betrayer! You!"
"No! Father, I would never betray you! It was that servant! Irina! But don't worry, she's fled. Oh, I'm so glad you're awake! I have to go get Mother! Oh, Father, you've worried us so!" I grab his hand and kiss it gently.
My Father grips my hand firmly, his wild eyes tearing into me, "No. It was you. Or Karianna or Alissa. One of you! An angel came. Told me. Told me it was one of you!"
I gulp, fear crowding into my thoughts. They push one thought the front of my mind. A terrifying though. It was magic. Magic did this to him. Hatred fills me, and I suddenly want to scream, to scream at the world for doing this to me, for making my life so miserable, "Father... it was the magical people. It's not you saying this to me... you wouldn't. Father, please, you know we all love you, dearly. Please, I'll find a way to cure you, I promise!"
And with that, I flee from the room, tears clouding my vision. How could the magical people do this to him? How? And why? I run into Mother's room, where she is sitting on her armchair staring off into space, looking years older, worry lining her face. At the sight of me, her face brightens, "Is it Iberon? Is he healing?"
I look at her sadly, "He's awake, but not healing. It's the magic. It's gotten to him. Now... he's convinced on of his children did it to him." I feel tears trickling down my cheeks, and I wipe them away.
Mother stands up, and leaves the room without a word, hurrying towards Father's room. Magic did this to him, but, even if I hate to admit it... magic may be the only way to cure him.
(July 21, 2016 - 5:06 pm)
We need you to make your Charrie sheet on the CBers Harry Potter roleplay, please. This is Elmodaisy.
(July 21, 2016 - 7:30 pm)
OK, forget my post about following Frostbone.
Kir~
I walked through the town square, hair fluttering in the breeze. Abruptly, one of his majesty's heralds stood and read a proclamation.
"All magic users are now legal," he said. I gasped.
"All magic users must report to the king's palace. He is very ill, and magic has caused it."
I made a decision right there.
"I will come," I said. Townspeople gasped.
"Very good, ma'am," he said, eyeing me nervously.
I nodded, sighing. "Let's go."
We arrived at the palace where I see another girl... Hecate?
(July 22, 2016 - 7:28 am)
Magic? How could My Magic help? I haven't used healing magic in a loooong time. But I'll give it a try.
....I'll give it one try. And maybe if it works I'll be able to just....live in the city and be a normal person. Which is the best thing that could ever, ever happen. I promise myself I will.
I will.
(July 22, 2016 - 9:50 am)
That is such a cool plot!
(July 22, 2016 - 10:37 am)
Thanks, guys!
(July 22, 2016 - 11:48 am)
~Anisa
I wait on a balcony that oversees everyone coming and going from the main gates of the castle, waiting anxiously for the two magic users who have agreed to help. I just hope they'll make Father better, I think, I hope they're not like the one who convinced Father his daughters were traitors!
Suddenly, I hear trumpets blasting and a loud voice announcing, "Make way! The magic users are here to heal King Iberon! Make way!"
My heart leaps. Their here? I don't know whether to feel relieved because Father might be about to be healed, or frightened, because it was magic that made him in need for healing in the first place. But they're here.
I rush down toward the door, and see the horse drawn carriage coming toward me, two heads peeking out one window. One is a girl about my age, and another is a girl around Karianna's age, maybe 17 or 18. The carriage comes to a stop and they step out. I can see their nervousness on their faces.
I look at them, and they look at me. The silence draws out, becoming longer and longer, until it gets awkward for both of us. Finally, the older girl talks.
"Your Majesty, I, um, I'm Kir, and this," She gestured to the younger girl, "Is Hecate. We've come to heal King Iberon."
I nodded, "Come with me."
I turn to go, but Hecate asks a question, "Is it true that magic users will be able to live here in peace if we heal him?" I hear the hopefullness in her voice.
I nod, hesitant, "Yes, I think." Personally, I don't want magic users free to roam around if they can hurt ones I love, like they hurt Father. Anisa, I say to myself, Not all magic users are the same. These seem pretty nice.
If these ones hurt Father more, I'll decide to hate all magic users. But if they really do heal him... well, I guess I'll put aside my prejudices. I lead them toward Father's room.
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(July 22, 2016 - 12:02 pm)
Sorry for not posting......But l'm confused, Oh boy.
Frostbone~
l feel rather stupid. l didn't get anything done in llsveth, other then get my cover blown. l can't stay in llsveth any longer, l better report back to the General. She will not be pleased that l failed. Not at all.
As l head across the border into llwer, l notice the abnormal crowds clogging up the main road, to the capital city. Now what is going on here?
l stop a friendly-looking farmer to ask what is going on.
"Why, haven't you heard?" He asks me, shocked.
"No." l admit. "l was out of the country for a while."
"The good king--bless his soul--was poisoned by some treacherous member of the royal house. He still live and breaths to-day, but there's been rumors that he'd gone insane."
The man's eyes go wide, and he leans closer. "l'd think it was one of them princess type, you never can trust 'em. They say there letting them witches and magic users come and try to cure his insanity. Rubbish and nonsense l tell you. But l really know what's going on. They're gathering all of them witches together to burn them at the stake. Mark my words, that's what they're doing. And l wouldn't be sorrowed to see them all go up in flames either, no sir."
With a friendly smile, the man wanders off. His words strangely chilled me. Magic had been outlawed for hundreds of years, and those who practiced it were shunned, some even killed. But there had been no mass massacre of magic users, until, perhaps. now. Could this be really what they're doing? What if the king's supposed insanity is simply a trap to draw all of the magic users together--to kill them.
Sombered, l weave through the crowd as fast as l can to the city. l need to find out what is really going on.
As far as l was aware, no one in the army knew of my powers. But they could be tracking me or worse, spying on me. l knew the army didn't trust it's own soldiers and spies, and l wouldn't put it past them to do that sort of thing.
The city thickens around me, crowed but familiar. l can see black flags of mourning hang out everywhere in the city, assumingly for the insane king.
When not on government work, l live in a small, run-down apartment, paid for by the government in the lower part of the city. That is where l go now, to try to figure out what exactly is going on. Even here, a really quiet and empty section, the gossip flies. Unfortunately, even in the best of times, gossip is not helpful at all. l hear everything from, "The king wants to protect those witches!" to "The king will going to kill them all!" to "He's just gone stark mad!" Nothing seems to have any actual information.
l conclude that l need to see everything for myself, and in the event that they are actually trying to kill magic users, l need to be prepared.
Twenty-odd weapons prepared and hundred-odd ways to kill someone with them prepared. Which is maybe exactly the opposite of what l wanted to be, that is unnoticed.
The words echo through my mind.
He’s going to burn all those witches at the stake.
Burn them all.
All.
(July 22, 2016 - 11:45 pm)
TOP!
(July 24, 2016 - 4:31 pm)
TOP TOP TOP!!!!!
(July 24, 2016 - 8:10 pm)
~Hecate
I kneel by the King's bed. He's just been put asleep for a few minutes by drugs, a nurse tells me. My palms sweat as I place my hand on his forehead, causing a Princess near me to jump. That's right, a magic user just touched your father.
I quietly concentrate, and a pink glow appears around his head. "Did it work?" One asks. "I-I don't know. We'll have to wait untill he wakes up." I say. Then the Servants march me off to my 'room' in the dungeons. I'll be staying there untill he for sure shows signs of recovery.
Why? Because I can use magic. That's why.
(July 25, 2016 - 9:03 am)
Kir~
Hecate and I concentrate. A pink glow hovers around the king's head, then fades into nothing.
"Did it work?" someone asks.
"I don't know," Hecate says, "we'll have to wait until he wakes up."
We're marched off to our rooms in the dungeons. We're given rich, sumptuous food; at least they feed us well.
I am not hungry yet, despite the delicious smell. Finally, I pick up a fork and begin to carve my steak.
Something is wrong.
I feel a pallor in the air, as though a sickness has descended into the dungeon. My schizophrenia acts up: green liquid oozes from the steak. I stand up rapidly and the platter tumbles to the floor.
Green liquid...
A rare sleeping potion, Drearnaught, can be injected into meat. It is flavorless and colorless unless touched to iron, in which case it turns green and thickens. It was said to be the work of fairies.
I pick up the steak and touch it to the bars. It sizzles, and green liquid oozes from it.
I hear a thump from the cell next door.
Hecate.
I run and claw at the wall between us, using telekinesis to pick open a keyhole.
I see Hecate slumped on the ground, an empty steak platter next to her.
I hear guards enter her cell and pick her up.
As they enter, I pretend to slump over.
They brought us here to kill us.
(July 25, 2016 - 1:20 pm)