The Pits

Rydia · 2008-03-07T16:26:59Z

In a land controlled by the dark and powerful force of the Meredians, the frightened citizens wonder what has happened to the opposition, what has happened to their heroes? Have all perished at the hands of the evil dark knights and their demonic beasts or are they hiding, waiting for the chance to fight back. Both assumptions are wrong. Deep below the surface, in the cesspits of the world where magma and sinking sand are just two of the dangers, the heroes of the past prevail. Food is scarce and water scarcer. The Meredians who watch over these pits, these crafty cells monitor the levels of food and water carefully, distributing enough for the survival of no more than half their prisoners. Every day numbers dwindle and, to survive, the heroes have turned to the darkness that they fought. They have banded together in small groups, fighting internally for the right to their lives. Old alliances are forgotten, old friendships extinguished and only the strong may survive. Can their hatred for the Meredians unite them long enough that they will gather together and use their strength in one final charge for victory, one final martyrdom or will they perish, gradually, slowly, forgotten to the world who already grieves for them. The conclusion is surely death but which path will our characters take? You decide. __________________________ Does that make sense? Basically, create a hero, create a back story - how long have they been in the pits? Why were they condemned there? And then we'll work on their future.

Astoria-

Azael looked about ready to explode. It was frightening to see him so angry, sparks nearly flying from his eyes. Astoria didn’t understand why he was so upset, if anyone could lead them out it would probably be him.

Tadhg frowned and interrupted them “Azael, why can’t you lead?”

Azael turned from glaring at Gerain to glare at him, and though Tadhg turned a bit red he continued.

“I mean, it’s nothing to fight over. You obviously know something that we don’t, so what is wrong?”

Azael took a step toward Tadhg, who stood his ground, growing redder.

“You don’t understand.” He leaned forward so he and Tadhg were only inches apart, “The chance of dying would be even greater if I led.”
Tadhg looked like he was trying to stay calm under Azael’s furious glare.

“I think you’re scarred.” Astoria cut in, looking away as if she were talking to herself.

“Being scarred has nothing to do with it.”

She glanced at Azael to see he was now focused on her.

“Yeah, sure” she said, then looking away she muttered under her breath “scarred”

Tadhg nearly snorted, and Azael was fuming.

Azael

"I'm not scared," Azael said, his voice suddenly calm and still. His whole body appeared to retract and he stood calmly, his face blank, his eyes staring inside himself.

"They didn't mean it, Azael." Gerain spoke softly but edged back as he did so, as if he were more afraid of this emotion than the other.

"I trusted them, I told them our secrets, gave them shelter..."

"Who?" Tadgh asked.

"The sorcerers?" Astoria guessed, remembering how he had spoken of them before. Gerain nodded.

"We all did," Gerain said. "And you was right to welcome them. They fought the same enemy we fought, suffered the same loss. You couldn't have known then that some of them would turn rogue and turn so many others."

"Such awful spells," Azael said, recalling how they had broken so many heroes, turned so many rogue, opening their eyes to the darkness that could exist in anyone.

"And why does that change anything?" Astoria demanded. "You made one mistake and now you sneak around, avoiding people, refusing to help!" Tadgh took her arm and pulled her back with a violent shaking of his head. Something flickered in Azael's eyes. And then he smiled, that half broken smile.

"The sorcerers and soldiers united. The rebellion rising from below. That's almost as twisted as his sense of humour. Let's do it."

About / Info

Forums & RPG

Literary

Resources