Post by Rodir (Auvray) Dragomire on Jul 28, 2012 9:28:33 GMT -7
This role-play takes place in 2014, even though Albanar doesn't use years, months... They just use Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter. If they use days it will be between 1-365.
The human race was always eager to experiment, to explore, discover, and develop. With their world dying every day, they desperately attempted to find other worlds to move their race to. Their scientists discovered portals. Portals to other dimensions. Among others, Albanar was one of the portals opened. Many realms were too harsh for their species, Albanar seemed to be the best fit. At the time, Albanar was known as simply that; Albanar. It was also just one large mass of land at the time.
They invaded, they sought to wipe out our race and claim our world as theirs. In a way, they succeeded. In another way, they failed. Among other species, there was a group of humanoid-like creatures, that the locals referred to as gods. The creators. These gods unleashed their powers upon the land. It wiped out all the hostiles and even the creatures who made Albanar their home. The land broke apart. They sealed the portal, never to be opened again.
Out of all the creators, only 6 remained; a dragon, a phoenix, a snake, a rat, horse, and a demon. The oldest and wisest of their kinds. With their combined powers they fused themselves with 6 families. Combined their body and soul into their blood, their genetics. One family for each main island. Humans still remained in Albanar though, but these ones seemed different. They wanted to help rebuild the land. The locals taught these humans. They shared their secrets and their lives. As these humans learned, they developed powers. Some involved themselves in arcane magic, some strayed too far and got involved in the dark arts, others grew so close to nature and the animals that they were able to become them. There were some that helped with architecture, they helped build the cities and castles. Without their minds, there would be not ships in Albanar.
There were still issues though, they needed some form of government in this new world. Not strict, but just to keep things in line. Each of the 6 families ruled each island. However, they all agreed someone needed to be their higher-up. Someone reliable that they knew could control themselves. By popular vote, Ulric Dragomire was elected to be high-king.
They built his castle in the scorched lands, their reasoning being that the king needed to be away from temptation, but not unreachable. They named the kingdom: Sonbarie.
Centuries have passed of peace, but now conflicts are arising. Conflicts that are involving every ruler and every citizen. Secret organizations have formed, and depending on what side you choose could leave you dead or alive.
For a quick guide on how to judge the days based on our current month system:
+ 1-31 || January
+ 32-59 || February
+ 60-90 || March
+ 91-120 || April
+ 121-151 || May
+ 152-181 || June
+ 182-212 || July
+ 213-243 || August
+ 244-273 || September
+ 274-304 || October
+ 305-334 || November
+ 335-365 || December
The human race was always eager to experiment, to explore, discover, and develop. With their world dying every day, they desperately attempted to find other worlds to move their race to. Their scientists discovered portals. Portals to other dimensions. Among others, Albanar was one of the portals opened. Many realms were too harsh for their species, Albanar seemed to be the best fit. At the time, Albanar was known as simply that; Albanar. It was also just one large mass of land at the time.
They invaded, they sought to wipe out our race and claim our world as theirs. In a way, they succeeded. In another way, they failed. Among other species, there was a group of humanoid-like creatures, that the locals referred to as gods. The creators. These gods unleashed their powers upon the land. It wiped out all the hostiles and even the creatures who made Albanar their home. The land broke apart. They sealed the portal, never to be opened again.
Out of all the creators, only 6 remained; a dragon, a phoenix, a snake, a rat, horse, and a demon. The oldest and wisest of their kinds. With their combined powers they fused themselves with 6 families. Combined their body and soul into their blood, their genetics. One family for each main island. Humans still remained in Albanar though, but these ones seemed different. They wanted to help rebuild the land. The locals taught these humans. They shared their secrets and their lives. As these humans learned, they developed powers. Some involved themselves in arcane magic, some strayed too far and got involved in the dark arts, others grew so close to nature and the animals that they were able to become them. There were some that helped with architecture, they helped build the cities and castles. Without their minds, there would be not ships in Albanar.
There were still issues though, they needed some form of government in this new world. Not strict, but just to keep things in line. Each of the 6 families ruled each island. However, they all agreed someone needed to be their higher-up. Someone reliable that they knew could control themselves. By popular vote, Ulric Dragomire was elected to be high-king.
They built his castle in the scorched lands, their reasoning being that the king needed to be away from temptation, but not unreachable. They named the kingdom: Sonbarie.
Centuries have passed of peace, but now conflicts are arising. Conflicts that are involving every ruler and every citizen. Secret organizations have formed, and depending on what side you choose could leave you dead or alive.
