TFF Royalty (New Awakening)

(First of all, this is an RP from the TFF Royalty but as well is an RP to recruiting new members, you may enter the RP but if we do not see that your skills are good enough, any of the members of the club can delete you of the RP [like killing you for example, mmm maybe the only exit] i hope no one have remorse but that is the way things are, i hope everyone enjoy the RP and make it like all the RP of our club, the biggest)


Prologue...

Time has passed since the last struggle, Royalty has dissapear, the time, stepping on every memory, engulfing all trace of story. Peace once again return to our planet, but like in old days it may not last forever... But as well the Royalty will arise from the corners of the world to gather and offer their lifes to the ensurance of peace...
This is once again, the story of the Royalty, the inmortal souls that had only one destiny, greatness, no matter how far, no matter how deep the memory lies, it comes out. The reason?? an ancient spell that one of the Royalty cast to make last forever all that history...

"War of Genesis"
Id grab his sword and armor and open a kekkai (a portal that transfer everything to another dimension) along with a sphere that records every thought, word and feeling from him and the royalty
Id thoughts while he sends the kekkai with his stuff to a hidden place in another dimension: "With this i will ensure that no one forget the past no matter how hard the times, no matter the centuries nor the civilization, my friends will stay here, close to me"
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The present...

The earth has changed so much since the last battle of the Royalty, the landscape of earth has changed so much, there is a large continent that moves thru the planet and some islands that sometimes gets close but without accidents.
Everything has begun from the start, people has lost memory of everything, but life is strong and defy everything to preserves itself. Like every beginning peace is as natural as the air, like the sunrise and the fall of the day, but human nature remains, the search of power, the search of welt, in some places people begin to explote people, but very rarely... is this the beginning of evil??


In a small corner of the great continent, in a small town called nahaL a boy of middle age grow strong in front of his surprised tutors.¨
"Its amazing how Latis has grow, can you remember when we found him??" say a lady of some age showed in her face factions.
"Of course i remember, how to forget such picture. Just to visualice that place is creepy, i do not know how we get there, walking in the forest of time is dangerous but we suddenly come to ruins and we hear that little cry, a baby boy covered in a red cape but the most strange thing is all those simbols in his back, arms and hands, now that i realize, everytime that some accident happens he is the only one that gets without harm" said a man just a few years older than the woman.
"Yeah, thats very strange. like the fire of last spring, half of the village were engulfed in flames, he was in the middle of that fire and at the end he came with no harm, not a single hair burned, but i really love Latis, and i am worried about him, all the villagers are scared, and in the past days he says that he see images of things that latter happend, with every day that passes he is more impacient, this village is too small for him, and the urge to find his past keeps him awake in the nights" the woman remarks...

"Mom, Dad, i want to talk to you about something important...." Latis said.

(ok i left this here because i do not want you to get tired of reading, i say we all make our stories in our villages or countries, and then make the story lines get together in a smooth way, so please avoid to make combats until the story gets united, remember that peace reigh in the most of the world, later we can turn it into mayhem but for now a slow story will make everyone get interested and give space to more people to enter without rushing and steping aside the details.
Hope you like the intro, any comments are really really wellcome and i appreciate them)

[Rain McCloud]

It was early in the morning. A quiet peaceful morning. The guwaks and melaks groaning in a nearby pasture. I was an old knight living in a peaceful, tranquil farming village call Dasul. War was far from this land, and even at that point, I really don't know my purpose for being a knight. I have not seen a battle for many years.

The Dasul territory is a vast range of grassy-topped hills and forests spread about. The mainland inhabitants were mostly humans, the major farms were all located here. Stock and cattle were placed near the center for fear of great beasts that live within the woods. Thus far, the beast tales have only been rumors... child folklore. Though we hear groans and shrieks come from within the trees, none have seen even the slightest speck of evidence that they exist. My training has grown quite dusty the many years that I have been here. I often sit before the forests, watching... hoping that there really were beasts with which I might battle someday. But I could see nothing from the outside, nor if I went within the ancient trunks. It was pitch black inside. All the forests carried this trait. But it matters not.

I often travel from farmhouse to farmhouse. Watching for mischief. Presenting justice to a peaceful town where literally nothing really happens. I could never make a living as a farmer here. Thus I usually end up sleeping within the melak stalls. To describe melaks, as I know of them, they are constant groaners, eat much and sleep standing up. Melaks are mainly kept as a source of milk and garments. Covered in thick hair and bearing massive horns upon their heads, many would think of this creature to be a monster, but in fact it is the most gentlest of the creatures within nature. They've been known to have saved a young child from a fierce beast at one point in history... how one might ask and the storyteller would reply that the bite of a melak can turn any living creature to stone. That is their main defence against the violent world of wildlife.

Guwaks on the other hand are smaller, feeble little animals used for celebrative meals. Their meat is a delicacy to all. Flame broiled over an open fire makes them literally fall off of the bones and melt in one's mouth. No spices are really needed, as the meat has a flavor of its own. Alive, they are tricky little devils. They literally have to be chained to a post just to keep them from devouring everything in sight. If they were not, one could easily see this world's end simply in the form of the white round buttocks of these beasts.

Walking away from the stables, the town was busy as usual. Children running off towards the small red double doors of our local school, a bell chiming within a tower seated at the top of the building. The farmers were all running about, tilling their new crops while trying to gather the old ones.

"... Rain. Could you give us a hand over here?" spoke a young man, who with 4 others was attempting to push a stubborn old melak off of his field. I casually walked over and moved him aside, grasping the reighns with my right hand, placing the other on the old melak's skull... a calming technique passed down by my parents. I mastered it before their deaths many years ago. I then gently tugged upon the reighns and he began to move. I nodded to the others that they could go on their way now, and they returned the nod. I led the old melak back to the stables and placed him inside and a young stable boy brought food to take him from my lead. They both walked back into the stable together. The young servant and his feeble old master.

[Quistis]

occ- hope this is okay.No wars and stuff but people can still have issues right? In my thinking, the knights and guards were only there to protect the royalty from thieves and stuff and not exactly for war. O_o;; or is everyone assumed to be good at this timeline?

The small town of Dennir - laid back and away from the busy city and the center of power. Though well hidden in the depths of the thick forest and mountains that surrounded it, the town was rich and progressive with its mines. The people were peaceful, humble and friendly - with a population of about 10,000. The rulers of this town -The Baron and his family were adored by the people. But events of the past 10 years showed signs that things might only get worse.

Years ago, the Baron died when his daughter was 15 years of age. Three years after, the beautiful 36 year old Baroness married the kingdom's former Royal Knight - now known as Baron Lerotor - a man 7 years younger than her. Their daughter Animor, did not like this and ran away and was never heard from since. The new Baron was rumored to have a reputation of being arrogant and cruel but thanks to the Baroness, she was able to have that in check and continued to rule the kingdom well.

But fate seemed to be testing the humble town of Dennir and the Baroness succumbed to an illness that took her life after 5 years. She died not even knowing if her daughter was still alive. The kingdom had no choice but to have Lerotor take over the town.Two years had passed and their now 25 year old daughter, Animor, just heard of what happened and decided to go back.

"Mother, forgive me...." was all she could say once she laid eyes to the town she once called home. Her eyes were still filled with tears and she wiped them away before someone could see her. Animor wondered if anyone would be able to recognize her. She wore a gray hooded cape and a pair of pants -looking much like a regular person. Her long ebony hair was braided and trailed down her back. Her fair skin seemed to have radiated with the sunlight and her unique purple eyes made it almost obvious to the people who she was.

"Oh blessed be the gods, it was you! You look exactly like your mother. It's really you!" one of the elders said. His eyes were almost filled with tears at the sight of the woman before him. Animor gave him a faint smile.

"I am sorry I left the town. I shouldn't have. I was immature...How are things?" she asked. The man looked down and shook his head which obviously meant that things werent as good as they used to be.

"The Baron, had been giving the people a hard time. He raised the taxes and took over all the mines. He controlled how many gems we can sell. He monitors every single person who leaves the town....and he hired more guards." he replied. Animor sighed and placed her hand over the old man's shoulder and placed the hood back over her head.

"I'll see what I can do..."

"Please be careful child."

"I always am...but please dont let the townsfolks know I am here."

"I promise your Excellency.."

Animor finally arrived at the gates of their old home. Only this time, two armed guards stood there and she could see more of them patrolling the inner grounds.

"I am here to see the Baron."

"No one meets with the Baron without prior notice." the guard at the right said.

"I am Animor. Daughter of the Baroness and the former Baron." Animor replied and showed to them her face. The guards gave each other a startling look but decided to let her inside. One of the guards accompanied her to the Baron's private office.

"There is someone here to see you Your Excellency."

"How many times did I tell you that I don't accept surprise visits?"

"But your Excellency, it's the Baroness's daughter." the guard said. Lerotor paused for a second and motioned for the guard to let her in. The guard shut the door when Animor was inside.

"Hello there. I never thought we'd meet again my 'daughter'" Lerotor said as he sat arrogantly on his magnificent desk. Animor did not waste any more time and questioned him about how he was ruling the town.Lerotor walked over and stood before Animor, looking at her from head to foot.

"Look at you, where have you been? You don't exactly look like Royalty." he said as she brushed away some strands of hair from Animor's forehead. She stepped back and gave him a stern look.

"Don't touch me."

"We can talk about this later Animor. For now, why dont you wash up and make yourself more presentable." he grinned.

"Very well, but I am not going to let you get away from this." Animor hissed and left the room.

No, I am the one who's not going to let you run away and cause trouble for me. he thought as he summoned the guard.

"Make sure that Animor doesn't leave this place, or else..."

The guard knew what Lerotor meant - the punishment would be death.

"Yes Your Excellency."

Ryayukou, the young countess of Latos, lay still in her bed. For hours she had tried to fall asleep, but her attempts had failed. At times she would reach over to touch the empty spot beside her. She was alone, but she could not accept it.

Her husband, Count Rashieed, had died earlier this week. He had left on a hunt with his brothers and was the only one who came back, covered in blood. Blood that was not just his own. But no one knew where the blood came from.

Ryayukou's elder sister, Scarnaw, had first married Rashieed, but died along with her first-born in childbirth less than a year after their marriage. A heart-broken Rashieed than married Ryayukou, even though they barely knew each other. But it proved to be one tragic event after another, as Rashieed was soon killed in the hunt. All within a few weeks, Ryayukou was hit with tragedy.

And left alone to rule Latos by herself.

She slowly sat up in her bed, her red hair cascading past her shoulders. Pulling her robe over herself, she stepped out of her bed and onto the balcony.

The night was still dark, the stars scattered across the sky like flowers in a spring field. The cool wind tossed her long hair about.

"Why, Rashieed? Why did you leave me now, of all times? I know I barely knew you and couldn't give you the same love Scarnaw could, but with time I knew I would've learned to love you! I am only a countess by our marriage, I know nothing about ruling a region! You were born of a royal family, I was born into a family of guardians. What would've been the chance of a count like you falling in love with a guardian's daughter? Or even more, that your wife died along with your heir and then you marrying your sister-in-law? And now that you are dead, the people are secretly disgracing me behind my back, saying that I am only the countess because of our brief marriage and that I have nothing to do with the royal family,"

Ryayukou sighed. Tears welled up in her eyes trickled down her face.

"What am I doing? I'm talking to the stars, hoping my dead husband will hear. I really am a fool. I don't know how to rule Latos."

As the tears fell freely on her face, a distant star shot across the night sky.