Post by Light on Mar 8, 2015 12:25:49 GMT -5
Title: March of the Dreadnoughts
Pippin Only!!
The Kingdom of Alorè looked, to a person peering in from another view, like several fairy tales and stories blended together in a pool and then spooned out into different cookie molds. There were a multitude of floating islands; the number not ever recorded, as there were only so many bridges linking to floating lands together. The people of the time didn't have the knowledge that the Lost-Elves, and the Extinct Dwarves had, when they started to build them. There was no records, or how-to-do's left behind when the two races suddenly vanished, and in one case, were wiped out. There was no flying either; no one wanted to brave the skies that surrounded them, as they held varying sizes of birds and dangerous creatures that would take a bite of a ship like a candy, and demolish it in one fell swoop.
The people of the Kingdom decided that was the gods way of telling them that they didn't need to see the other islands; so they left them alone.
The people and creatures that filled the islands were just as numerous as the floating lands. From small men with yellow shoes, to pale creatures that lurked underneath the island in caves; there was no specific number because there were even more crossbreeds between races. The dominant one though, that ruled from the capital island, were said to have been descended from the Elves, and were accepted as the rulers because they were mysterious—and no one wants to poke an unknown animal.
The main Family, Diskus, made the island of Alitia, their home. From a castle that looked to made from glass, to a small simple town that surrounded it, Alitia looked to have been plucked from a small storybook fantasy. There were nine previous rulers of Alorè; and the third is the third most spoken of. He was the one that started the guilds; groups that made jobs for people called adventurers. These people were mostly employed to retrieve magic stones, the kingdoms source of power.
Magic stones were used for a multitude of things. From running water to a warm stove; and from that, magic spells that varied from stone to stone and the person using them. Stones were all different colors, and all came from the bottom of the islands. They can only be reached by traveling into the Pale Creatures caves, which means that one would have to know how to fight, and kill. The Pale Creatures didn't take kindly to people coming into their territory, or the taking of the Magic Stones. They were the ones who were said to have wiped out the Dwarves several hundred years ago.
Around the Fifth ruler of Alorè, though, guilds were abolished. The king at that time despised magic, and people were suddenly scared of anyone that was different from them. It was looked down upon if you were anything but your own race, and there were several battles that destroyed islands from his time, to the ninth king of Alorè. His wife had taken charge when he had fallen sick, and she had stopped all the fighting with her iron fist. Her son, The Tenth King, Tokiyomi Diskus, inherited her ways with a kind smile and a cold blade. The people loved him, and called his the Golden Era before it had even begun.
The day of the Tenth Kings coronation, there were a multitude of colors and banners decorating Alitia. His speech had yet to be held, and the people were celebrating like there was no tomorrow. A group of guards though, were excluded from the festivities.
“Find him, before the Kings speech. If he returns and sees that he's gone...” the pink haired soldier with spotted ears of a cat trailed a finger across his throat, “Our heads will be rolling, got that?” The helmeted men salute and leave to search; frantic to not end up another mounted head on the wall.
From a building across a street with dark windows, a small boy watched with ambrosia eyes and a firm frown. He had to wait in the empty shop that he had broken into until the Knight left. After the pinkette had disappeared, he did just that, leaving out the back and moving against the crowd towards the bridge. His spiked hair bounced as he walked, and his orange eyes darted back and forth worriedly. He can't get caught, no, not yet.
Pippin Only!!
The Kingdom of Alorè looked, to a person peering in from another view, like several fairy tales and stories blended together in a pool and then spooned out into different cookie molds. There were a multitude of floating islands; the number not ever recorded, as there were only so many bridges linking to floating lands together. The people of the time didn't have the knowledge that the Lost-Elves, and the Extinct Dwarves had, when they started to build them. There was no records, or how-to-do's left behind when the two races suddenly vanished, and in one case, were wiped out. There was no flying either; no one wanted to brave the skies that surrounded them, as they held varying sizes of birds and dangerous creatures that would take a bite of a ship like a candy, and demolish it in one fell swoop.
The people of the Kingdom decided that was the gods way of telling them that they didn't need to see the other islands; so they left them alone.
The people and creatures that filled the islands were just as numerous as the floating lands. From small men with yellow shoes, to pale creatures that lurked underneath the island in caves; there was no specific number because there were even more crossbreeds between races. The dominant one though, that ruled from the capital island, were said to have been descended from the Elves, and were accepted as the rulers because they were mysterious—and no one wants to poke an unknown animal.
The main Family, Diskus, made the island of Alitia, their home. From a castle that looked to made from glass, to a small simple town that surrounded it, Alitia looked to have been plucked from a small storybook fantasy. There were nine previous rulers of Alorè; and the third is the third most spoken of. He was the one that started the guilds; groups that made jobs for people called adventurers. These people were mostly employed to retrieve magic stones, the kingdoms source of power.
Magic stones were used for a multitude of things. From running water to a warm stove; and from that, magic spells that varied from stone to stone and the person using them. Stones were all different colors, and all came from the bottom of the islands. They can only be reached by traveling into the Pale Creatures caves, which means that one would have to know how to fight, and kill. The Pale Creatures didn't take kindly to people coming into their territory, or the taking of the Magic Stones. They were the ones who were said to have wiped out the Dwarves several hundred years ago.
Around the Fifth ruler of Alorè, though, guilds were abolished. The king at that time despised magic, and people were suddenly scared of anyone that was different from them. It was looked down upon if you were anything but your own race, and there were several battles that destroyed islands from his time, to the ninth king of Alorè. His wife had taken charge when he had fallen sick, and she had stopped all the fighting with her iron fist. Her son, The Tenth King, Tokiyomi Diskus, inherited her ways with a kind smile and a cold blade. The people loved him, and called his the Golden Era before it had even begun.
The day of the Tenth Kings coronation, there were a multitude of colors and banners decorating Alitia. His speech had yet to be held, and the people were celebrating like there was no tomorrow. A group of guards though, were excluded from the festivities.
“Find him, before the Kings speech. If he returns and sees that he's gone...” the pink haired soldier with spotted ears of a cat trailed a finger across his throat, “Our heads will be rolling, got that?” The helmeted men salute and leave to search; frantic to not end up another mounted head on the wall.
From a building across a street with dark windows, a small boy watched with ambrosia eyes and a firm frown. He had to wait in the empty shop that he had broken into until the Knight left. After the pinkette had disappeared, he did just that, leaving out the back and moving against the crowd towards the bridge. His spiked hair bounced as he walked, and his orange eyes darted back and forth worriedly. He can't get caught, no, not yet.
