`BlackRose
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- Posted: Sat, 31 Mar 2007 20:00:26 +0000
(WARNING: There is alot of reading, it's an awesome storyline. Please at least try to read it, hey who knows you may like it. If you wish to join you must read all of this post. If you have any questions at all please pm me. It's a very good story. Profiles are going to be added in the second post, they must be pmed to me!)
A mother walked into her childs room. "Are you ready for your bedtime story?" she asked and looked around for her son. "I promise to live up to your father"
The child came out from under his bed. "I'll give you a try for one night. Dad better be back tomorrow."
The mother nodded. "I'm sure you like this story."She waited for her son to get into bed. She started when he was ready.
"A long time ago- a really, really long time ago, in a place behind what they call the Curtain of Dreams, or the Curtain of Power, there was this young god-"
"Like Apollo?"
"Sort of. But not greek. He was celtic. He was the son of the king, and when he was of age, he visited our world and he met a girl and fell in love."
The son's mouth twisted. "How come that always happens?"
"We will talk about that later. So, they fell in love, and even though it wasn't really allowed then, his parents let him bring the girl home with him so they could be married. This was okay with some of the gods, but it wasn't
okay with some of the others. There were battles and -"
"Cool"
"The world split into two kingdoms, I guess you could say. One with the young god becoming ruler with his human wife, and the other ruled by, well, a wicked sorcerer."
"Way cool"
"The young king had three daughters. They call them demigoddesses because they're part human. Each of the daughters had special gift. One with music, or art, another was writing, or knowledge, and the third was courage, I guess. Valor."
It made her mouth a little dry thinking of it, but she swallowed and went on. "They were very close to each other, the way sisters should be, and their parents loved them. To keep them safe while there was this trouble going on, they had them guarded and taught by a warrior and teacher. Then- try not to groan- the warrior and the teacher fell in love." He let his head fall back and stared at the ceiling. "I just knew it."
"Not being sarcastic 8 year old boys, the daughters were happy for them, and covered for them when they slipped off a little way to be alone. So these girls weren't guarded as well as maybe they should have been. The wicked sorcerer took advantage of that, and he snuck close and cast a spell. The spell stole the souls of the daughters and locked them in a glass box with three locks and three keys."
"Man that sucks for them."
"It sure does. The souls are trapped there, in the box, and can't get out until the keys are turned in the lock- one by one- and only by the hand of a mortal. A human."
The boy looked at his mother.
"See, because they were half human, this sorcerer made it so only someone from our world could save them. Bacause he didn't think it could be done. The teacher was given the keys- but she can't work them- and she and the warrior were cast out, and into this world. In every generation they have to ask three humans, the three humans who are the only ones who can unlock the box, to find the keys.
They have to be hidden and found as part of the quest, part of the spell. And each one of the chosen has to go in turn, and has just four weeks to find the key and put it in the lock."
"Wow, Mom where you one of the ones who had to find a key. How come you were chosen?"
The mother blushed and nodded. "At one point I was one of the chosen." She let out a little breath. Her son was a bright and logical boy. "I don't know exactly. We look- well I did look like one of the daughters. The chosen, I guess, have to look like the daughters. The daughters of Glass, they're called. Rowena's an artist, and she has a painting of them at the peak. It's connections, son. There's something th,at connects us to each other, to the keys, and to the daughters. I guess you could say it's fate."
"What happened, Mom?" The boy was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"The woman after me didn't complete her quest. She didn't find the key in time. She died trying."
"So your saying the daughter's are stuck in the box, till the next chosen save them?"
"Their souls are. Their bodies are in glass coffins- um, like Snow White. Waiting."
This is the story: You are invited to dinner at Warrior's Peak and you must come alone. No one else. Just you.
I have spent alot of time making the rp, please be nice. If you join stick with it. There are three girls and three guys. Please pm the profiles with the title of this thread. I will play the part of one of the girls plus the teacher(Rowena) and the warrior(Pitte) that live at the peak.
~Rules~
~Profiles~
~Accepted Profiles~
~White List~
~Black List~
~Updates~
~Random Things~
A mother walked into her childs room. "Are you ready for your bedtime story?" she asked and looked around for her son. "I promise to live up to your father"
The child came out from under his bed. "I'll give you a try for one night. Dad better be back tomorrow."
The mother nodded. "I'm sure you like this story."She waited for her son to get into bed. She started when he was ready.
"A long time ago- a really, really long time ago, in a place behind what they call the Curtain of Dreams, or the Curtain of Power, there was this young god-"
"Like Apollo?"
"Sort of. But not greek. He was celtic. He was the son of the king, and when he was of age, he visited our world and he met a girl and fell in love."
The son's mouth twisted. "How come that always happens?"
"We will talk about that later. So, they fell in love, and even though it wasn't really allowed then, his parents let him bring the girl home with him so they could be married. This was okay with some of the gods, but it wasn't
okay with some of the others. There were battles and -"
"Cool"
"The world split into two kingdoms, I guess you could say. One with the young god becoming ruler with his human wife, and the other ruled by, well, a wicked sorcerer."
"Way cool"
"The young king had three daughters. They call them demigoddesses because they're part human. Each of the daughters had special gift. One with music, or art, another was writing, or knowledge, and the third was courage, I guess. Valor."
It made her mouth a little dry thinking of it, but she swallowed and went on. "They were very close to each other, the way sisters should be, and their parents loved them. To keep them safe while there was this trouble going on, they had them guarded and taught by a warrior and teacher. Then- try not to groan- the warrior and the teacher fell in love." He let his head fall back and stared at the ceiling. "I just knew it."
"Not being sarcastic 8 year old boys, the daughters were happy for them, and covered for them when they slipped off a little way to be alone. So these girls weren't guarded as well as maybe they should have been. The wicked sorcerer took advantage of that, and he snuck close and cast a spell. The spell stole the souls of the daughters and locked them in a glass box with three locks and three keys."
"Man that sucks for them."
"It sure does. The souls are trapped there, in the box, and can't get out until the keys are turned in the lock- one by one- and only by the hand of a mortal. A human."
The boy looked at his mother.
"See, because they were half human, this sorcerer made it so only someone from our world could save them. Bacause he didn't think it could be done. The teacher was given the keys- but she can't work them- and she and the warrior were cast out, and into this world. In every generation they have to ask three humans, the three humans who are the only ones who can unlock the box, to find the keys.
They have to be hidden and found as part of the quest, part of the spell. And each one of the chosen has to go in turn, and has just four weeks to find the key and put it in the lock."
"Wow, Mom where you one of the ones who had to find a key. How come you were chosen?"
The mother blushed and nodded. "At one point I was one of the chosen." She let out a little breath. Her son was a bright and logical boy. "I don't know exactly. We look- well I did look like one of the daughters. The chosen, I guess, have to look like the daughters. The daughters of Glass, they're called. Rowena's an artist, and she has a painting of them at the peak. It's connections, son. There's something th,at connects us to each other, to the keys, and to the daughters. I guess you could say it's fate."
"What happened, Mom?" The boy was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"The woman after me didn't complete her quest. She didn't find the key in time. She died trying."
"So your saying the daughter's are stuck in the box, till the next chosen save them?"
"Their souls are. Their bodies are in glass coffins- um, like Snow White. Waiting."
This is the story: You are invited to dinner at Warrior's Peak and you must come alone. No one else. Just you.
I have spent alot of time making the rp, please be nice. If you join stick with it. There are three girls and three guys. Please pm the profiles with the title of this thread. I will play the part of one of the girls plus the teacher(Rowena) and the warrior(Pitte) that live at the peak.
~Rules~
~Profiles~
~Accepted Profiles~
~White List~
~Black List~
~Updates~
~Random Things~
