Forums » Fantasy Roleplay » Planet Lif'Vard(Open)

Lif’Vard is an earth-like planet, but with a totally different political system. The planet is ruled by one man, The God of Retribution: Lupus Shadows, though the people only know him as the High King. Though a monarchy, life on Lif’Vard is not hard. Lupus is a kind ruler, thinking of his subjects and their needs. He resides in a massive castle on the main content, just north of the city of Narial. The world is dotted with cities, villages, islands, contents, and so on. Many races call Lif’Vard home. Lupus relies on a system of nobles, governors, and lords to tell him how things fair in far off lands. As far as he knows, all is well. Yet on the southern content all is not well. A corrupt lord(Someone can play as him.) has send misery throughout the land, and lies to the High King about his greedy intentions. He wants the throne for his own. One day during the fifth age, Lupus decided he would disguise himself and travel the lands, to see how the people fair with his own eyes, starting in a village on the southern content.

---

One dark, stormy day a cloaked stranger arrived in the village. He was soaked from head to toe from the rain. He entered a tavern halfway down the main street. The dimly lit room didn’t hide the red glow of his solid colored eyes from under his hood, yet it wasn’t an uncommon thing in this land. He approached the bar and took a seat, ordering an ale while throwing the hood from his long white hair.

It wasn't like he meant to stare. The guy was just...unusual. White hair was pretty rare in this country, although glowing eyes seemed not to be. The man was also vaguely familiar, but Aelrindal just couldn't put his finger on it. Something was just...odd...

He zoned out without realising it, staring intently as the stranger (?) walked through the dingy room, rain water dripping across the floor. Their eyes met and Aelrindal quickly glanced away. He couldn't risk getting caught.

When the barkeep returned, lupus accepted the mug with a quiet thank you. He dropped a gold coin on the counter to pay for the drink. As he took a sip, he took a glance around the room to see who all was there. It only depressed him to see the shambles the place was in, and even worse, the village itself seemed miserable. yet in angered him to see he had been lied to.

The man sat atop the shabby bar stool as if it were a throne. True, the way he held himself would be more fitting of a Royal Court than this dingy little pub, but why would anyone of any importance come out the the middle of bloody nowhere. Even the dickhead in charge, the Lord of the South, never came by.

The whole reason Aelrindal came to this shit shack was to try and kill the notoriously reclusive bastard. He had such a large bounty on his head, partly because of how difficult it was to find any information on him, but mostly due to how terribly he treated back-end farming villages like this one. Calling it charity, who the in the seven Hells doe he think he is?

Sure, yeah, the whole 'morally righteous criminal' thing is old and cliché but some things just go too far. And the amount of cash on reward was mind blowing. Lots of people were after him.

Aelrindal took another sip if his drink, and grimaced. Everything about this place was washed out, however they seem to have taken extra delight in making the drinks taste truly horrendous. He left the half-empty glass on the table and made his way towards the door, hood flipped up to hide his face. Unable to resist he glanced over to the stranger at bar.

Ave walked from the bookshop and felt something climb up on her back. A raspy voice called to her, "You know what happened last time you were at a bar, you may not want to get a drink tonight." Ave rolled her eyes and said to the source of the voice,

"Come on Kich, I didn't start the fight." Ave entered the bar, just in the mood to drink.