Heroes of Legend: The Next Generation
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Thread Topic: Heroes of Legend: The Next Generation
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This will be my last soap/RP for a while because I've made a lot. I'll join new ones and make another one in a couple of weeks.
There are four areas in the world. The sky, the sea, the ground, and the underworld. In the sky there are sprites, who can use the winds to their advantage. In the sea, there are merpeople and naiads, who can turn the tide, literally. On the ground, there are nymphs and dwarves, who can make the earth tremble. In the underworld, there are necromancers, who can make the spirits of the dead come forth.
All of the areas live together in peace. Then everything changed when the underworld attacked. The areas of the world weren't skilled in battle, so things turned bad fast. The necromancers had the upper hand, until a group of heroes defeated their leader, Hades. The heroes were all from different areas of the world, working together. There was even a necromancer helping the heroes. These heroes also died in the process of defeating Hades. Peace returned. But for not as long as people hoped. Signs are leading people to believe that Hades may rise again soon. So naturally they started training the people who may be able to fight if Hades rose. These people are the children of the Heroes of Legend.
So the characters are the children of the Heroes of Legend. They don't know that they're the Heroes' children, nor do they know that they are being trained to defeat Hades.
Skeleton:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Area of Origin: (Sky, Ground/Earth, Sea, Underworld)
Species:
Looks:
Wears:
Personality:
Other: -
IHLAOY NewbieName: Macaria Jones
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Area of Origin: Underworld
Species: Human/Necromancer?
Looks: Macaria has black hair that runs down her back and freckles.
Wears: A simple cloth dress, no shoes. Carries around a small silk bag on her back.
Personality: Macaria has a high intelligence but nearly no wisdom. She can understand people clearly, but metaphors, slang and phrases escape her completely. On top of this, she's quick to anger when things don't go her way, and has all the social skills of a stunted mollusk. -
Name: Demetria Mapleae (nickname: Metria, or Ria)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Area of Origin: The Earth/Ground
Species: Nymph
Looks: Curly mid length dirt brown hair, leaf green eyes, casual clothes are pale green sundress, battle clothes are dark brown long sleeve shirt with silver breastplate and a dark green knee length skirt, both outfits have light brown combat boots
Personality: you'll see
Other: Was orphaned at age 3, everyone seems to know she's the daughter of the hero, Oak Mapleae, except her -
( i dunno...do you want me to join?)
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(Your choice)
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(NOTICE:i asked you!)
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(Oh... Lol. Sorry 'bout that. Sure I want you to join! The more the merrier!)
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( :P ok, i dont think i wanna any more sorry)
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(It's ok.
I guess I'll start. Anyone who wants to join, can.)
Demetria slammed a boulder against a brick wall. The boulder fell apart when it hit the wall. Ria stood, panting. A look of disappointment on her face. The village leader walked over.
"Demetria, work on your focus and control. You have to let the boulder collide with the wall with hard impact, causing it to break." He said. Demetria sighed. She had been trying to perfect this for a week. Usually it only took her a couple of days to catch on. "I understand," she said. Even though she was far from understanding. She did what he said every time. It just wasn't working. -
IHLAOY Newbie"GET IN THE BAG! GET IN THE f---IN'--GET IN THERE!" Macaria shouted, despite her age; her silk bag in one hand and a neon green skull in the other. Her muscles strained as she pushed down, desperately trying to force the ghost into her bag. With a loud shout, the ghost managed to slip between her fingers, escaping into the open air.
"God dammit, GET BACK HERE AND GET IN THE BAG! EVERYONE DOES AT SOME POINT, STOP AVOIDING IT!" Macaria shouted. Sitting down, Macaria watched the ghost fly away, hovering just out of reach. Her teacher came for her a minute later, shaking her head.
"Macaria, you can't force someone to enter your bag. They can only do it of their own free will. You know this, stop hassling the spirits and do it right."
Sighing, Macaria nodded, "I shoulda used my feet." she said quietly. -
Demetria closed her eyes and another boulder formed out of rocks and pebbles of all shapes and sizes. She focused all her willpower on the brick wall target, and let the boulder go. The boulder slammed into the brick wall. Demetria leaned against a tree, panting. She glanced at the brick wall and sighed. Only a couple of bricks fell off, and most remained. Demetria had hardly dented the wall. She groaned and sat down under the tree. The Village Leader sat beside her.
"What did I say? You must focus." He said. "I did focus!" Demetria snapped. She frowned. "Sorry. I'm just not sure what the big deal is. I'm also the only one in this village, aside from the small army, that trains. Why do I need to train?!" Demetria sighed and propped up her chin onto her knee. "I don't understand." -
IHLAOY NewbieThrowing her hands at her face and resting her head for a moment, Macaria eyed the floating skull. "Alright, alright, I get it. Shut up."
"Do you really? Because I could go deeper. The bag represents more than just the destruction of a spirit, it also represents the catharsis of the one who..."
"Yes, yes, I get it, now come down."
"I'm just pointing this out, you don't become a collector unless you can understand WHY a spirit is doing what it does."
"I know, can we just...drop it? Please?"
There was silence in the cave for a moment, before the light of the spirit lowered back to the ground. "Fine. Just don't kick me next time."
"Alright, so what's the deal now?" The skull asked, floating just over Macaria's shoulder.
"We're going on a trip to the surface. We're going to pass through the dwarven mines here," she said, pointing at the map, "And come up somewhere around this earth village here."
"And...why are we doing this?"
"Don't question the plot."
"Ah, of course." The skull replied. -
Demetria stood up. "I'll do it one more time." She said quietly. She focused everything on the brick wall, then formed the boulder. She let it go. It slammed through the wall, leaving an almost perfect circle through the middle. Demetria look at the wall in awe. She did that? She did that. She did that! Demetria grinned. The Village Leader nodded with a smile on his face. Demetria didn't notice when he walked away.
Demetria looked around. "I guess he's gone," she muttered to herself. Might as well get some good practice in, she thought. She found a large rock and made that her target. Then she lifted an area of the ground up and shot it at the rock. She repeated this, faster every time. Sweat beaded her forehead. Her breath was getting fast to the point where it would be dangerous to keep up speed. So Demetria slowed down. Looking back on it, Demetria now thought that choosing a black long sleeve shirt to wear under her armor was a bad idea as the sun blazed down on her. -
IHLAOY NewbieFor a regular person, travelling several hundred miles straight up would be a daunting, if not impossible task; requiring hundreds of hours and mind boggling know-how that only the smartest scholars would know. Luckily for Macaria, there were other ways to go about it.
A dwarven enchanted road, for one, that always seemed level, but at times led them straight up at a ninety degree angle.
Next to Maracia was a small caravan, made of fungiwood and wrapped in spider silk, pulled by a creature she could only describe as 'antlike.' A simple trade wagon, nothing out of the ordinary. Probably trading something obscure, like souls, for something much less obscure, like food.
Maracia would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to the surface. Artificial light was good and all, but nothing was brighter than the sun. Plus, she would get to meet her friend Demetria again, and that was always good. For a brief moment, she wondered if their deal was still a thing. She'd need to ask about it when she broke surface. -
Demetria stopped practicing. She had been practicing for hours now, and she wanted to get some things for her home. She stopped at her quaint little cottage to change, as it would be strange to wear armor in public. She quickly slipped on a pale green sundress and walked outside. She looked at the ground. Demetria wondered how her friend Maracia was doing. They only met once, but they got along well.
Demetria ran through the forest, passing the area where she was training earlier. Then she stopped and went back to the training area. It was a mess. She sighed and started cleaning it up a bit. Might as well, right? Demetria frowned. The marketplace would have to wait.
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