Post by Sunny on Aug 13, 2014 23:36:57 GMT
This is the story of the Tribes Of Elements and how they came to be. All people spoken of are NPCs, and therefore the names may be used if not already taken by another member
A full moon glowed a ghostly white light over many figures, all in many groups, little possies of both men and woman, glaring at each other with hostility and hatred. The clearing they stood in seemed to vibrate with tension, and a lone, wispy cloud drifted across the moon, causing a darkness. No one saw the young girl that had lifted her hand to the sky, guiding the cloud to cover the moon.
Suddenly, many if the people leaped at the remainders. Two people, a man and a female, stayed behind and both raised their hands to the sky in unicine. Instantly, clouds gathered and lightning struck. Everyone fought for their life, trying their best to stick together. Brother and sisters that once were kind and caring turned on others like wolves on a rabbit. The wind picked up and a rumble of thunder far in the distance echoed like a deep cry.
In the middle of the chaos, a tall female with long blond hair and a flower crown glared with her tawny eyes at a bulky man with striking grey eyes and a deep frown.
"You Fire Followers have bitten off more than you can chew, Charla" The female snarled, slowly raising her hands in a command for two long roots to rise from the ground. "Your leader, so you call him, as he is nothing but a bloodthirst hog, has moths in his brain."
Charla grunted, smirking and flicking his wrists to summon fire at his fingertips. "Ah, Sharte," he murmured in mock humor. "You have no idea what you're dealing with." The fire blazed into glowing red balls, joining others that were being hurled at many others. "You can run, and I can kill you slowly, or you can stand here and die without fight."
A root weaved its way around Charla's back, snaking up to his back. "I will do neither, as my kind will thrive in your wake," Sharte growled, flicking her wrist. Instantly, the root found its way around the man's neck, tightening around his throat. He didn't suffocate before hurling a fireball at the young female that had destroyed his reign, however. Sharte dodged the magical blow, starring in half-grief as it struck a female in a sea-weed dress, quickly lighting her on fire, interrupting her battle with a woman with rocks hovering by his hands.
A wave from a river splashed the girl, quickly putting out the flames. Behind the other girl was a man with his hands raised, obviously having just saved the girl.
"Tyron!" The brunette gasped, skin wrinkled with injury.
"Go back to the water, Clartara," The man who was obviously of great rank demanded. The girl nodded and rushed off as Sharte began another battle. Tyron sneared at the man who still had rocks at his hands. Moments had passed, but he still stood ready to fight. With a twitch of a finger, rocks hurled themselves at Tyron, but an expertly-made wall of water blocked their way, slowing down the speed so they fell at the Water Controller's feet. The targeted man sneared and launched a torrent of water at the rock thrower, enveloping him in a ball of water until he drowned.
At the far side of the clearing, a blond with blue eyes and a thin frame slowly rose her hand to the sky, then snapped her arm down, showering a strike of white lightning onto an unsuspecting male. The man yowled in pain before collapsing, deceased and burning, on the ground
Hours passed and many fell dead. One after another, each with talents similar or different from their own, fought and either one or lost. And the cost of losing was far greater than defeat: death.
Finally, ten people stood in the clearing, each tattered with blood and scarred with devastation. Around them, their people lay dead, some, the first to fall, cold, and others still warm. The ten rang with peace when they saw the loss, and wandered about their dead, saying quick goodbyes to each in respect. A ginger male with light hazel eyes and a wide stature glanced at his partner, who's fingertips glowed with hostility and the aspect of a flame.
"You see what you've done?" Sharte, now bruised and covered in her own and other's blood, snapped.
The man raised an eyebrow. "What I've done?" He replied, seeming to be surprised. He chuckled. "Why, you Nature Followers have no senses. You're soft as your pet butterflies." Sharte took a step forward, narrowing her eyes, fingers twitching as her magic grasped a root that surely was directly under the man. "You like that? Perhaps I should go on a rampage and kill all the animals in the forest, just to see what you would think of that."
"Dronge, you know as well as I that doing so would only result in death for us all. No one wants to feast off each other's arms," A brunette female with green eyes and a watery, crystal bracelet commented. "Besides, the Nature Followers did nothing to you."
"Oh, so now you're protecting these wastes of magic, Flora?" Dronge snarled, fingers glowing.
"If you think I would be so foolish, I'd be sure you were equally soft as them." Rage boiled in Dronge's eyes and a fireball lit his hands. It flew suddenly at random.
A cold splash of water put out the fire, and a man with bright blue eyes and long white hair stood with his arms raised. "No need to be starting a forest fire, scum," he said in a deep voice, lowering his arms. Dronage grunted. The other people there, each with a talent that suited them, nodded in return.
"River, may I just say something real quick?" A stout man with almost grey skin asked, curly brown hair a funny aspect to his tattered, bloody clothes. The white-haired man nodded. "I think we need to come up with a plan. We're all obviously not dead, so why don't we find a solution rather than whipping out the species?" A cricket chirped, all eyes on the short man.
"Preo has a point," Flora said at last, green eyes shimmering in the light from the moon that now showed.
"I agree," A black-haired male said, grey eyes pale and wispy like the clouds. "But who's talent will lead?"
Nearly instantly, the female companion of Dronge spoke up. "We will, Night. Fire Followers obviously have more power than you all combined.
"I'd like you to say that to my face, Klatta" A white-haired girl with almost yellow eyes like the sun growled. "Weather Followers will always prevail."
"Ladies, please, be reasonable," Sharte's companion, a male that looked nearly identical to her, grunted. Everyone quieted down. "I say we all split up."
"We what!?" Demanded Dronge. "Zarla, you can't be serious."
"But I am," Zarla pointed out. A few jaws dropped.
"Well, I suppose it could work. Look at us," Sharte said, looking around. "We fought out of greed of power we all wanted to claim we were better - and don't you say to my face you are, because that doesn't matter. What matters is that our people are dead. I say we take up groups, by talent, o-or, tribes. And it just so happens there's a male and female for each tribe."
Flora nodded, blinking in respect to Sharte. "Those with a talent for water will be the Tribe of Water. That would be River and I"
"Those with a talent for control of Terrain will be the Tribe of Terrain. Forte and I here would take that up," Preo noted.
"Dronge and I will be Tribe of Fire, for we have a talent for the hearts of the flame," Klatta said with pride.
"Zarla and I will be the Tribe of Nature for our unique connection to the life around us," Shante declared.
"Those who have power over the weather like Glimmer and I will be the Tribe of Weather," Night finished. Everyone seemed pleased, already coming up with ways to gain ranking in their numbers.
"So it is agreed?" River asked, blue eyes flashing. "Then we will meet here every month to discuss our new rules and foundations and what we have observed. From now on, we will be the Tribes Of Elements."
Have more questions about the history of the site and it's RP history? Feel free to ask me! I'll be sure to make it as clear as possible when you point it out.
A full moon glowed a ghostly white light over many figures, all in many groups, little possies of both men and woman, glaring at each other with hostility and hatred. The clearing they stood in seemed to vibrate with tension, and a lone, wispy cloud drifted across the moon, causing a darkness. No one saw the young girl that had lifted her hand to the sky, guiding the cloud to cover the moon.
Suddenly, many if the people leaped at the remainders. Two people, a man and a female, stayed behind and both raised their hands to the sky in unicine. Instantly, clouds gathered and lightning struck. Everyone fought for their life, trying their best to stick together. Brother and sisters that once were kind and caring turned on others like wolves on a rabbit. The wind picked up and a rumble of thunder far in the distance echoed like a deep cry.
In the middle of the chaos, a tall female with long blond hair and a flower crown glared with her tawny eyes at a bulky man with striking grey eyes and a deep frown.
"You Fire Followers have bitten off more than you can chew, Charla" The female snarled, slowly raising her hands in a command for two long roots to rise from the ground. "Your leader, so you call him, as he is nothing but a bloodthirst hog, has moths in his brain."
Charla grunted, smirking and flicking his wrists to summon fire at his fingertips. "Ah, Sharte," he murmured in mock humor. "You have no idea what you're dealing with." The fire blazed into glowing red balls, joining others that were being hurled at many others. "You can run, and I can kill you slowly, or you can stand here and die without fight."
A root weaved its way around Charla's back, snaking up to his back. "I will do neither, as my kind will thrive in your wake," Sharte growled, flicking her wrist. Instantly, the root found its way around the man's neck, tightening around his throat. He didn't suffocate before hurling a fireball at the young female that had destroyed his reign, however. Sharte dodged the magical blow, starring in half-grief as it struck a female in a sea-weed dress, quickly lighting her on fire, interrupting her battle with a woman with rocks hovering by his hands.
A wave from a river splashed the girl, quickly putting out the flames. Behind the other girl was a man with his hands raised, obviously having just saved the girl.
"Tyron!" The brunette gasped, skin wrinkled with injury.
"Go back to the water, Clartara," The man who was obviously of great rank demanded. The girl nodded and rushed off as Sharte began another battle. Tyron sneared at the man who still had rocks at his hands. Moments had passed, but he still stood ready to fight. With a twitch of a finger, rocks hurled themselves at Tyron, but an expertly-made wall of water blocked their way, slowing down the speed so they fell at the Water Controller's feet. The targeted man sneared and launched a torrent of water at the rock thrower, enveloping him in a ball of water until he drowned.
At the far side of the clearing, a blond with blue eyes and a thin frame slowly rose her hand to the sky, then snapped her arm down, showering a strike of white lightning onto an unsuspecting male. The man yowled in pain before collapsing, deceased and burning, on the ground
Hours passed and many fell dead. One after another, each with talents similar or different from their own, fought and either one or lost. And the cost of losing was far greater than defeat: death.
Finally, ten people stood in the clearing, each tattered with blood and scarred with devastation. Around them, their people lay dead, some, the first to fall, cold, and others still warm. The ten rang with peace when they saw the loss, and wandered about their dead, saying quick goodbyes to each in respect. A ginger male with light hazel eyes and a wide stature glanced at his partner, who's fingertips glowed with hostility and the aspect of a flame.
"You see what you've done?" Sharte, now bruised and covered in her own and other's blood, snapped.
The man raised an eyebrow. "What I've done?" He replied, seeming to be surprised. He chuckled. "Why, you Nature Followers have no senses. You're soft as your pet butterflies." Sharte took a step forward, narrowing her eyes, fingers twitching as her magic grasped a root that surely was directly under the man. "You like that? Perhaps I should go on a rampage and kill all the animals in the forest, just to see what you would think of that."
"Dronge, you know as well as I that doing so would only result in death for us all. No one wants to feast off each other's arms," A brunette female with green eyes and a watery, crystal bracelet commented. "Besides, the Nature Followers did nothing to you."
"Oh, so now you're protecting these wastes of magic, Flora?" Dronge snarled, fingers glowing.
"If you think I would be so foolish, I'd be sure you were equally soft as them." Rage boiled in Dronge's eyes and a fireball lit his hands. It flew suddenly at random.
A cold splash of water put out the fire, and a man with bright blue eyes and long white hair stood with his arms raised. "No need to be starting a forest fire, scum," he said in a deep voice, lowering his arms. Dronage grunted. The other people there, each with a talent that suited them, nodded in return.
"River, may I just say something real quick?" A stout man with almost grey skin asked, curly brown hair a funny aspect to his tattered, bloody clothes. The white-haired man nodded. "I think we need to come up with a plan. We're all obviously not dead, so why don't we find a solution rather than whipping out the species?" A cricket chirped, all eyes on the short man.
"Preo has a point," Flora said at last, green eyes shimmering in the light from the moon that now showed.
"I agree," A black-haired male said, grey eyes pale and wispy like the clouds. "But who's talent will lead?"
Nearly instantly, the female companion of Dronge spoke up. "We will, Night. Fire Followers obviously have more power than you all combined.
"I'd like you to say that to my face, Klatta" A white-haired girl with almost yellow eyes like the sun growled. "Weather Followers will always prevail."
"Ladies, please, be reasonable," Sharte's companion, a male that looked nearly identical to her, grunted. Everyone quieted down. "I say we all split up."
"We what!?" Demanded Dronge. "Zarla, you can't be serious."
"But I am," Zarla pointed out. A few jaws dropped.
"Well, I suppose it could work. Look at us," Sharte said, looking around. "We fought out of greed of power we all wanted to claim we were better - and don't you say to my face you are, because that doesn't matter. What matters is that our people are dead. I say we take up groups, by talent, o-or, tribes. And it just so happens there's a male and female for each tribe."
Flora nodded, blinking in respect to Sharte. "Those with a talent for water will be the Tribe of Water. That would be River and I"
"Those with a talent for control of Terrain will be the Tribe of Terrain. Forte and I here would take that up," Preo noted.
"Dronge and I will be Tribe of Fire, for we have a talent for the hearts of the flame," Klatta said with pride.
"Zarla and I will be the Tribe of Nature for our unique connection to the life around us," Shante declared.
"Those who have power over the weather like Glimmer and I will be the Tribe of Weather," Night finished. Everyone seemed pleased, already coming up with ways to gain ranking in their numbers.
"So it is agreed?" River asked, blue eyes flashing. "Then we will meet here every month to discuss our new rules and foundations and what we have observed. From now on, we will be the Tribes Of Elements."
Have more questions about the history of the site and it's RP history? Feel free to ask me! I'll be sure to make it as clear as possible when you point it out.
