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Welcome to Prakt and the surrounding world. Create a character and join an adventure or start your own!

What you can do.
- Join my story.
- Bring a group of people and start your very own story! (Highly suggested))
- Read the stories provided.

Here are the following posts:
1. Introduction/RP Time/Population
2. Rules.
3. The World.
4. People and things you might want to know.

Population: (So far.)
McCotheryIV- MC
Angel_Of_Darkonia- Arrianna
Nekromancer- Viktor
Dizzee2k5- Adrian
Smeegley- Smeegley
TikiGhost- Drake
Makkena SiilvarAme- Willow
Gwen-lea- Gwen
Dead_Red_Rose- Julia
_Surfbaby_89-
Arumi MSA-
Karen Shadows-
Prince Ryu-

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----Time of RP---- MidNight.
-This is for the followers that are related to my story.
-RP time allows people to start a situation and have flexibile schedules and still be able to pick back up where they left off. (Unless of course others post while I am logged off and haven't gotten to update.) sweatdrop

The World::
The city this RP takes place in Prakt. Prakt is an average city with markets and it's common riches and it's alley ways for the homeless. The great walls surround Prakt from a deep forest on the West, mountains on the North East, and the plains and rivers on the South East. Within the city lie many secrets. Anything can be bound to happen in Prakt.

Prakt isn't the only place you can RP in though. On the West of Prakt lie many large forests. The Forest of Dureckt, the Tsari Forest, and the Sahni forest however are the main ones.
-The Forest of Dureckt contains many evil spirits. The forest itself is a threat to any living creature. Several foot steps into the forest, everything looks the same and the forest would swallow anything that got lost. Evil runs through the grain of every tree. The trees were very wide and very tall. Not many creatures free from evil live there. Many Chaos Masters come from the Forest of Dureckt, for evil takes almost everything's soul with a matter of a few minutes and possesses the body.
-The Tsari forest is one of the more pleasant forests. The trees grow tall and open wide. They produce some of the sweetest fruits than anywhere else. The forest carries an atmosphere that will make one feel free from troubles. The more elderly trees carry the wisdom and hearts of all the forests. Other trees are to accomplish certain reaches to contain wisdom and heart.
-The Sahni Forest lies between the to opposing forests and just East of it is Prackt. This forest is neutral. It's a normal forest, though it tends to recieve more rain than the other two.

On the North East lie the Trulkinin Mountain Range. There, many things get lost. Not only things, but families, friends, and even lives. There are many caves within this mountain range. The highest mountain is Mount. Philnen. Even the smallest mountain has snow on top.

The South East is nothing but flat land and wide rivers. Due to the awkward weather change, the ice formed on the mountains the night before melts, forming the rivers. From the mountains, there are six rivers, but down closer to the sea past the forests, there are only two that are real wide and deep. They aren't rapid rivers, for they are on the plains. Though, as you go north closer to the mountains, the rivers do get more rapid and violent.

The morning wind breezed through the road on which he lived on. Just across the street from where he lived was the Jinz Bakery. He smelled the freshly baked loaves of bread and rolls every as he made his way toward the stable to walk his horse. The stable was located near the Glessin Inn just down the dirt road a bit. His empty stomach growled as he past the Smerks Bar. He decided to stop in the Glessin Inn, which is also a restaurant, to grab a bite to fill his stomach.

Ms. Glessin smiled as he walked in the lobby. He greeted her returning the smile. "Good morning Ms. Glessin. I see you are not as busy as you were yesterday." He made his way to the table he sits at everytime he visits or orders a meal. He made his usual order of two white cheese slices, a fresh roll made from the Bakery, and a mug of RedBerry.

He looked around to see who else was a wake. He saw some familiar faces, but the rest were just travelers making their way on to another town. The room grew quiet and he gave a yawn.

Many years ago, a man had entered the city, wearing a long, dark, hooded robe and carrying a black covered tome that seemed to be weathered with a great amount of time past since it was written. Few had approached the man, fearing he was some evil creature and only wished him on his way. He only inquired about where he could find an apothecary and where the local townsfolk buried their dead. The next morning he was not in the room he had payed for at the Inn. He had vanished form the city without a trace, or so the townsfolk were lead to believe.


Viktor opened his eyes slowly, staring at the candle in front of him that was still lit, but it was only about a fifth of the height it had been when he lit it. He picked his head up from the tome slowly, glancing around and stretching his arms over his head, and his feet out in front of him.

It was another morning, the night before which spent studying from a tome he had acquired so many years ago, when he was first declared a necromancer by his teachers. At first he had run it over his tongue, Viktor the Necromancer, but he found it easier not to let anyone know his name, let alone career choice.

He had bought the basement of a local merchant who was seldom home, but had boarded up the door that connected the home above witht he wooden staircase that led into the basement. Viktor had made sure to demolish this staircase the day after he moved in, selling the wood to the inn through a medium and using the money to but candle wax, wicks, ink, quills, and inexpensive furniture.

Viktor sighed and placed a piece of cloth on the page, and slowly closed the book. "Another hundred years of this and I'll rule the world with the most powerful undead army ever fathomed..." He smiled at his own joke, it was one of the less morbid displays of his humor.

Viktor pushed himself away from the desk, sliding the chair slowly. He stood up and stretched again. He walked over to the small table that sat in the corner of his 'room', picking up a half a loaf of bread and taking a few, large bites from it, "stale... but what down here isn't?"

Viktor sighed as he walked over to the stone steps that lead to the street. "Should this be one of my rare appearances?" He thought for ahwile about how in the past twenty years he hadn't changed in anyway, except that he was much more skilled with his profession. His father had been a great sorceror, and had a few friends who happened to be som of the most powerful necormancers in the world.

Fortunately, for Viktor, this had allowed him to gain access to a certain spell, that granted the caster eternal life, if the spell was cast every six months. What had surprised Viktor that such a powerful spell would only require the bark of a godless tree and garlic powder, of course, it kept him in bed for a few weeks the first dozen times he had performed it.
(note about this paragraph: the spell prevents him from growing old... he's not immortal, truly, he can just as easily be killed by a stone as with a javelin through the chest)

Viktor nodded to himself and walked over to the large doors that were nearly parellel with the cieling above him. He pulled away a large iron bar and removed a curse that had been placed on the handle. He had kept up with his physical strength as well, making sure that he would become a much more powerful necromancer than Lim-Dul.(Lim-Dul=Very powerful necromancer, fyi)

He slowly opened the doors, stepping out into the alley way as he brought the hood of his cloak up. He glanced around and closed the doors behind him, placing the curse on the handle again, "Pas Tym An Sanct."

He turned to see one of the homeless looking at him in a frightened manner. viktor slowly apporacheed the thin man and crouched slightly, pulling back his head as he slipped into a lich-like form, wailing at the man before grinning and pulling the hood back over his head, also returning to normal as the man fled in terror.

Viktor stepped out onto the street, tightening the belt around the robe he was wearing and slowly made his way down the street. He kept his aura open, so that he could both sense other spellcasters and warn other, less powerful necromancers of his presence.

He nearly choked on the sudden appeareance of the child. "Boy! For the last time call me MC. And what is it that I hear my horse ran for the Forest of Dureckt? Can you not brush a horse?" He sighed and shook his head. "Let me get my things. Here." He slided the plate of left over food to the boy.

With his hidden staff, he casted a ward making his internal order not be revealed. So to anybody, he would seem to be a simple villager. He looked down at the boy as he stood. "You cause me much trouble boy."