For those of us who love to roleplay, and developed a background, tell us it! I'd love to hear about your character, the strife he faced, etc. etc. etc. I'll post mine as well, but I want to hear a few people's first hehe. It could just be a few general facts, a list, or you could write the whole story about your character's past or just one important event that happened in his/her life!
go ahead Lion,
get the ball rolling. I'd love to get this forum going again.
haha, I will.......I have a long one coming up (-:
this is a long one, Part A...the Prudent of Tunare
remember...work in progress! lol
The Prudent of Tunare:
In the Beginning
A little Wood Elf girl was basking in the heat of a meadowâ€â„¢s clearing, looking towards the sky. She was humming sweat tunes of melody unrecognizable to the ears of man, but to Wood Elves? No, still, few Wood Elves would understand. Few were young enough; few were too jolly in their youth. Few could understand the random thoughts of the lovely Melonina.
She was but eight years old, but surprisingly wise for her age. She tended to the flowers in her meadow with great care, careful to water the plants with only the purest availableâ€â€Âfrom the streams of Goldrondel. She was careful to make sure that the flowers felt peaceful, so she danced and sang sweet songs to her plants all day long. She also brought company with her, the birds of the nearby forests, good-tempered rats that typically roamed the meadow, as well as friendly wolverines and bear cubs. The cubs would play with her as if she was in their den. She thought to herself, â€Ëœindeed this is how to raise flowers.â€â„¢
At night she would return home, to the trees in the forest nearby, and ponder of her day. She was lonely at home, few children her age. Of the children, fewer still could understand her simple pleasure. So she would look into the stars wearily, and slowly, somberly let one eyelid closeâ€â€Âthen the nextâ€â€Âand her breaths began to get deeper and deeper, but less frequent. She would sleep the night, with barely a word spoken to any she knew, save the flowers, the bears and the wind.
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One morning she woke up from a bad dream, she had seen a hideous face rise above a rather large boulder in her meadow, between the lilies and white roses. The face rose higher, and higher, with gnarled teeth and a face oozing with treachery. It jumped on the boulder, and exclaimed, âہ“This is my home now! Sweet Innoruuk! This is my home now!â€Â Melonina quickly turned her head within the dream, too frightened to look upon the mindless eyes of the stranger, and became fixated with its feet. Gross, hideous, worn down and ugly, those feat were. The feet leapt from the boulder and onto the sweet lilies and the white roses. They hastily muddled the waters of the Goldrondel nearby. She was now looking at the strangerâ€â„¢s back, brutishly gazing up towards the mountains in the distance, âہ“Home,â€Â the stranger said, âہ“This is where I shall make my stand.â€ÂÂ
With that, she heard thunder in the distance. Her ears instinctively dropped to the ground, listening, hoping against hope. âہ“No,â€Â she said, âہ“It cannot be!â€Â For once, the girl hoped for thunder. She hoped a giant storm from the clouds would descend upon her shaken meadow, instead of the strangers. She hoped that the storm would wash away all those that sought calamity. For, the storm that she truly knew was upon her already was far worse than any nature could spawn. How many hideous creatures were to come?
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She rose from her bed of leaves, grass and twigs, careful to not spill any on the floors of her tree-house. She left her room, and joined her parents.
âہ“What is it, Melonina?â€Â Her stately mother asked.
âہ“There are strangers in the meadow.â€Â Melonina answered uncertainly.
âہ“Why, how do you know? You have not been there yet today.â€Â Her mother answered.
âہ“I know, but I dreamed them. I saw them in my sleep.â€Â Melonina appealed.
âہ“Silly Melonina, always your thoughts are in those meadows. Come sit with Mumma, dearest, and have no fears.â€Â Meloninaâ€â„¢s mother offered.
âہ“No, Mumma, Iâ€â„¢ll go to the meadow again. I just want to check on my lilies and white roses.â€ÂÂ
âہ“Sweet girl, bring me back a few for our home?â€ÂÂ
With that, Melonina was off. She climbed down the exiting ropes of her home, jumping the last few feet. She looked back to her home, her tree, and saw her mother knitting from the porch nowâ€â€Âwaiving goodbye. Melonina turned her head, now facing the direction of inner peace, and ran towards her beloved meadow. She reached a cave, the same cave she went through everyday to get to the other side, but this time she sensed the need for apprehension. Something in the wind did not stir right. She looked around, searching for a friendly wolf in any direction, but saw none to protect her. Again, just like at bedtime, she was all alone. She crossed through the cave.
It seemed darker than usual, afraid to twinkle in the dark. âہ“Where have all the glowing stones gone?â€Â Melonina wondered aloud.
She finally reached the other side, covering her eyes in the sunlight, barely able to see out of the cave. She could recognize shadows, blocking the light. There were three of them, she couldnâ€â„¢t see them clearly, but knew they were big and ugly. She knew that these were akin to the warrior she had seen in her dream. She knew she was not alone.
Appalled at the intruders, she went further. She needed to make sure her lilies and white roses were not injured; indeed she would have to bring them back to her home. Except, this time she would not pick one or two, she would uproot them and plant them beneath her tree-houseâ€â€Âin a carefully selected spot as to allow sunlight on the plants. She snuck by the intruders, who obviously had not the keen sense of sound Wood Elves possessed, and was able to find her flowers. Some had been crushed, to her dismay, but most were salvageable. She took a spoon from in her bag, and began to dig around the flowersâ€â„¢ roots. After finishing, she put her spoon back inside her bag, and placed the flowers in a pouch tied to her belt. She then looked at the muddy waters, the tainted Goldondrel, and let out a sigh.
âہ“Only time can heal your wounds, my friend, for I cannot uproot you. I only fear that these strangers do not wish to always remain strange.â€Â She whispered to her stream.
She leapt from her knees, and began to run playfully back to the caveâ€â€Âcompletely forgetting about the intruders. However, she quickly noticed her mistake, ducking down before their eyes met hers. While their sight did not connect, they were able hear her that time, they knew they werenâ€â„¢t alone.
They let out indistinguishable sounds, horrid sounds similar to a decayed language long forgottenâ€â€Âbut raised from the dead. âہ“Go back to where you came, strangers, this is my meadow.â€Â Melonina wished to herself.
However, she knew there was no chance that this would happen. The strangers would stay, and she would lose her meadow. History, she realized, had already been written.
With the strangers now searching attentively, though foolish as it was to attempt to ascertain any Wood Elf hiding, she knew she would need to flee sooner or later. They were, however, fairly clumsy. Wit, she deciphered, was valued far less than bronze in their light. They continued to search, abandoning their hold on the tunnel entrance, and she snuck back into the cave. She ran with her eyes closed, running to warn her mother, all the way through the cave. She ran through the forest, not even taking a single moment to savor the harmony of the nature surrounding her. She ran up the tree, quickly climbing the ladder, and into the home.
âہ“Mumma, Mumma,â€Â She yelled, âہ“Mumma! There are bad men in the meadow!â€ÂÂ
âہ“Men,â€Â Her mother asked, âہ“What are men doing here?â€ÂÂ
Melonina, not realizing that there were in fact many different species of intelligent beings, assumed the strangers men. She thought that anyone who could talk, and were not Wood Elves, must have been â€Ëœmen.â€â„¢ Never in her life had she actually seen a man, but that was no accident. Men were forbidden in the lands of the elves, unaware of the lands beyond their own bordersâ€â€Âbusy trying to keep alive in the wilds of a land still hostile to them.
âہ“I do not know, Mumma, but these are strange men. I could not understand what they spokeâ€â€Âbut they want to stay! I know they want to stay! In my dream they called it their home! They called it home, Mumma, in my dream!â€Â At this point Meloninaâ€â„¢s mother sat back down on her chair.
Meloninaâ€â„¢s mother let out a sigh of relief, and started to laugh. âہ“Sweet child, my dear, dear, sweet childâ€Â¦letting your dreams run with you? Are you?â€Â Her mother began to laugh again.
âہ“No, Mumma, this was no ordinary dreamâ€â€Âand they were there, the people in my dream, more of them too! In my dream there was just one, now thereâ€â„¢s three! Mumma, we must do something!â€Â Melonina explained frantically.
âہ“Oh, do not worry. The bad men will go away as soon as the stars come out againâ€â€Âbut tonight you must get more sleep, child, bad dreams come with lack of sleep!â€Â Her mother exclaimed.
Frustrated, Melonina desisted. She knew there was no talking sense to her mother, she knew that the best opportunity to rid the fowl creatures from her meadow was now lost. They were likely there for good.
Later that night, so as to not forget, Melonina went down her tree-house to plant the lilies and white roses. She again took out her spoon, and dug into the dirtâ€â€Âcareful to find a spot where sun would shine through the treesâ€â€Âand placed the pouch that was tied to her waist inside the hole. She carefully lifted the roots from her pouch, and placed the dirty pouch into her bag with the spoon. She placed her fingers on the ground surrounding the hole, and slowly pushed the excess dirt back over the roots.
âہ“Donâ€â„¢t worry, my sweet plants,â€Â Melonina said as she looked towards the sky, âہ“It no doubt will rain tonight.â€ÂÂ
With that she climbed back up to her home, promising herself to never go back to where she truly felt at home: her meadow.
She laid in her bed, crying quietly so no one could hear, and thinking about the two plants she was able rescue. âہ“Iâ€â„¢m glad I could rescue the white roses, and lilies,â€Â she told herself, âہ“They were my favorite.â€ÂÂ
As she cried, she began to wear herself down. She began to slowly fall back into her nightly trance, and let her dreams take the spot that her consciousness so often filled. She fell back into a restless dream.
This time there was not one stranger, not three, but a whole camp of them, an army of hideous creatures. She could not even count them all, but just stared in awe of the numbers. No, she thought to herself, they were not just after the sweet tastes of the Goldondrel. She knew that these beasts, for she now realized that they could not be men, wanted far more than her simple meadow. In fact, there were no ends to the ambitions of this foreign tribe.
She could hear one speak:
âہ“We have reached our new home, and glory will soon be ours to taste. Strip the lands of all its trees, rid the lands of all its animalsâ€â€Âburn the plants to the ground!! We must make room for my palace!â€ÂÂ
At that, the beasts began to stir wildâ€â€Âand they were filled with a great thirst that only blood could quench. They stirred restlessly in the crowds, as she did in her sleep watching themâ€â€Âbut some sort of soothing glow soon began to fix in her mind.
âہ“Relax, my child. I am sorry you have had to see this.â€Â A voice called to her, sympathetically. âہ“Do not worry, for history has already been writtenâ€â€Âfor now.â€ÂÂ
Melonina called out to the voice, âہ“Mumma, but I donâ€â„¢t see you!â€ÂÂ
The voice continued, âہ“History has ordained you to quench their thirst for blood with their own bloodâ€â€Âdo not let the blood of the lands pour down their throats!â€ÂÂ
A golden beam began to descend upon the meadow, blinding all the beasts. The beasts began to trample on the grounds out of detest for the light, screaming in agony and in fury of its fiery wrath, âہ“I will not have you despoil my people!â€Â The beam cried.
âہ“They were mine before you were even thought up!â€Â She bellowed.
The voice came back to Meloninaâ€â„¢s ears, âہ“You must not stay in your beloved tree-house much longer. As you know your meadow is lost, you must realize that for now your home is too. Sad it is, for this is the second home now gone, but it will be recovered.â€ÂÂ
Melonina turned to the crowds of beasts in despair, and horror, shocked at their ignorance. They were running around, swords drawn, slaughtering each other out of their blindness.
âہ“They are called Orcs, my dear, terrible creatures of the enemy. Now, before morning you must take your pouch and dig up those plants of yours. This must not be their home.â€Â The voice explained, âہ“And you mustâ€â€Ââ€ÂÂ
âہ“No!â€Â Melonina cried out.
âہ“You must leave your home,â€Â The voice continued, âہ“You must not tell your parents.â€ÂÂ
Melonina sobbed.
âہ“For, when the Morning Dew forms it will quickly shed its tearsâ€â€Âwar will have begun.â€Â The voice despaired.
Melonina continued to sob, âہ“Yes, I will. I promise.â€ÂÂ
Melonina awokeâ€â€Âand looked to the sky. The moon was barely in view, the air was damp. She could tell dew had already begun to form on the grass below her home. In the distance she could see fire burning by the cave entrance. She had to leave; she had to leave right then and there. There was no time to say goodbye, she understood that even then. She grabbed her bag quickly, and looked inside. She had everything she needed, a few pairs of clothes, a small knife to work with, a blanket to keep her warm, her spoon to dig up plants, seeds to decorate the lands... She looked at her room, and said goodbye silently, with teary eyes. She walked to the porch, took the loaf of bread her mother had left on the tableâ€â€Âand the scarf her mother had just finished knitting the day before. Again, she sobbed. She could not say goodbye. However, a pen and parchment on the table to her side, she knew she could at least leave a quick note.
âہ“Mumma and Papa,
I have to go on a journey; my dream has told me so. I have to leave before itâ€â„¢s too late, before the dew lets down its tear this very morning. I wish I could have said goodbye, but know I will be okay. As much was even promised. I will love you forever.
Love,
Meloninaâ€ÂÂ
And so she flew down the rope, dug up her plants and placed them in her pouch. She retied her pouch to her waist, and began her journey.
Just wanted to let everyone know that I have chapter 2 finished, just need to edit it a bit. Though I am editing it, expect a few mistakes to pop up here and there....I have 2 or 3 papers for college right now and my editing time is limited (-:
I'll probably post all these together in a neat and orderly thread later on...when I'm finished with the whole thing. I expect there to be about 4 or 5 chapters in this---the First Book of the Prudent.
After I'm done with it, I'll explain more about the Prudent...very much a part of Lion and Dew's RP life.
That'll be just a small listing/explanation of what it all is to help make this story make sense. For now, I'll leave you with this--The Book for the Prudent is kind of like a Tunarean Sect's bible. hehe. (With the Prudent being an order of Tunare's followers, very devout ones mind you, hehe.)
