Masterweaver
Toa
And with a flit of his wings, the so-called trader dissappeared...
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Realm
Jan 31, 2008 18:01:26 GMT -5
Post by Masterweaver on Jan 31, 2008 18:01:26 GMT -5
It is known only as the Realm.
From across the myraid of world, portals snap open and shut, open and shut, open and shut. Some are artifical, created as tests of physics. Others are natural, reaching out from Realm's instability. But however they are created, one thing is for certain: Nobody has yet to find a pattern to the portals, nor to find a way back.
So the world of Realm has grown, with flora and fauna from worlds incapable of meeting mingling freely. Various races, magical, technilogical, biomechanical, elemental, roam the land in attempts to live. Hunters prey across the plains, in the forests, on the mountains, through the skys...
On the outskirts of a massive forest, a town has arisen. Founded by men, elves, and goblins, the town also holds a recent Borg population. Using a combination of magic and technology, the inhabitants erk out a life in this strange world.
And always, the portals are there...
Right, this RPG is going to be done DP style, which means I will tell you what's going on, then you will react. One post per dp and no contridicting. You have a two-day limit to post, otherwise your character dies. Post a bio below, no limits on species, and yes you can use your Bionicle charcters if you want.
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