Attention members! I've created a plot with the help of Gerbil and BirdNut for the thread, just to spruce things up a bit. I would highly recommend reading this, if you don't you will be lost when we start roleplaying with it. Since I'm going to be spending a bit of time on this, I've given the Spartans to Forever with the exception of a few charactors that I need for the plot. Happy reading!
The Darklands were formed thousands of years ago by the criminals and outcasts of the surrounding villages and cities. They could not face the forces of peace by themselves, so they moved into one area which they called the Darklands. In day to day life, they were enemies, but in the bigger picture, they were allies that fought against peace and goodness.
Along with the Darklands, another series of Tribes were formed right next door. The Dragons. The two did not mix often, but generally they were considered allies with the Darkland Tribes. They believed in the same things and fought alongside the Darklanders in many battles. An offical alliance was formed between them and for hundreds of years, generation after generation, they were friends.
As time went on, the Dragons gained power and expanded their territory to accomadate the growing number of younglings being born. The Darklanders began to feel threatened by their powerful neighbour, they felt that in time, the Dragons would no longer depend on the alliance for safety and destroy them.
To prevent this from happening, the leaders of the Darkland Tribes held a secret meeting, deep in the heart of the Darklands. For three days they debated, discussed and argued over what to do. At the end of the third day they held a vote and it was decided that all the Tribes in the Darklands would ally together and destroy the Dragons before the Dragons could destroy them.
On the night after the full moon, they invaded the Dragons territory with the intent to destroy them all. The Dragons, completely unprepared for the sudden attack, were bombarded on all sides by the very creatures they had swore to protect. After two whole nights of fighting, the Dragons were defeated. Most had been killed, struck down in cold blood by their allies. But a few survived and escaped the bloody battle, fleeing from the territory they had worked so hard to create to the barren slopes of a mountain range far away from the Darklands.
At first, all seemed hopeless and many of the surviving dragons died during the first winter from starvation and the severity of the wounds inflicted by the Darklanders. The Dragons, however, were hard working and refused to give up. They now had one goal in mind: destroy those who had destroyed them.
For hundreds of years the Dragons lived in the mountains, adapting to the harsh conditions and becoming even stronger then their ansestors because of it. They lived in secret, slowly building an army that nobody knew even existed, or had the power to stop.
Now, nearly 850 years later, the Dragons are ready to avenge the death of their ansestors. They are ready to achieve the goal that has been passed down from generation to generation. They are ready, to destroy the Darklands.
I know. I just sometimes feel like PMs that I send don't always get through because these ones didn't save for some reason.
