<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Treacherous Paths</span></span></span></div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000">________________________________________________________________________________</span></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBFFF"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">Beginning at Day's End</span></div><br/><br/>The air is chilly and rich with the heavy scent of moss as the mist maintains its ominous hold upon the hillside of the ruined temple. Looking upon it under the gentle moonlight, there isn’t much to the crumbling walls. The engravings faded and unreadable as dark vines seem to pull the bricks down rather than supporting what remained.<br/><br/>Above the entryway of the temple is the emblem of the dragons. The old metal winks at you and it was then that you may notice on the sides of the archway were, or what seemed to be, fresh claw marks in the moss and a shadow like painting of a dragon’s head near it.  The cold glow of the crescent moon and the low howl of the wind giving mysterious life to the painting. You are in the right place.<br/><br/>“Keep ye’ wits about you,” said the boat man sternly, as he brought you to the riverbed. “Tis be a good ‘un respect ‘n place.” (Usable character in your post. He will not give you his name.)</span><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000">________________________________________________________________________________</span></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBFFF"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">Path of Ruin</span></div><br/><br/>Upon entering the temple, a shadowed figure seemingly appears in your peripheral. A tall man with a broadsword at his hip and thick muscles filling the sleeves of his shirt. He tilts his head down to stare into you. <br/><br/>“Your purpose here?” the man asks in a deep tone. It’s possible the man was just standing there the whole time, the first Fallen you come across guarding the entry.<br/><br/>(Your answer, “To join the Fallen Dragons.” [Course you may change it])<br/><br/>“Hmph, make your way through the ruins to the base of the mountain.”<br/><br/>The condition of the temple was no better than it was outside, if anything, it was much worse. But you find that this temple might have been part of the city. For ruined structures were spread out in clutters of fallen rubble. There are many forms of dangerous terrain to go across, and even with the new wooden planks to make easy bridges, it’s hard to trust that the ground won’t give from under you.</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000">________________________________________________________________________________</span></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBFFF"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">No Turning Back</span></div><br/><br/>After some time you make it to the base of the mountain where you can see one of the structures illuminated with firelight from within. <br/><br/>Near the stairway leading to the meeting place stood another figure of smaller size in contrast to the first Fallen member. Their cloak and loose clothing making it hard to distinguish their gender and even their age. But there is an extra stillness to them, watchful if not just as intimidating. Even though you couldn’t see their eyes their gaze remains locked on you and their cloak concealing their weapons made them more of a mysterious threat.<br/><br/>Anything you say, any questions you ask to the person would be met with silence, and so you just continue on down to the meeting place.<br/><br/>The frame of the courtyard crowned with fallen rubble, and a thick blanket of moss clinging to the walls and ground at this point isn’t a new sight after the few miles of travel. The simple torchlight flickers across the hard dirt floor as most of the shattered cobble was swept to the side, a few signs of the place being under constant use. <br/><br/>As they enter the courtyard, men begin to sit on the ground or boulders to rest their tired legs. A few bold enough to question and pass easy small talk with the others also wishing to join the Fallen Dragons. (You may work amongst each other on this part)<br/><br/>With the weight of exhaustion  slowly bearing down on their shoulders, most of the people warily glance towards the small wooden stage at the edge of the courtyard. Against the wall behind the stage was the same silhouette painting of a dragon on the wall. You made it to the meeting place at last.</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000">________________________________________________________________________________</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Please Read</span></div><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">If you're reading this but not in the Group for this RP, Please considering Joining: <!-- l --><a class="postlink-local" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;t=51807">viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;t=51807</a><!-- l --><br/><br/>More is soon to come. However for a little fun for you writers and RPers, theses are in fact three sections in which you can choose to write a post from your character’s view!<br/><br/>Desiring a minimum of the Cave's writing requirements (14-15 sentences?), you are free to just write the entry of your character in the courtyard or the entire journey to the meeting place. I left what I could to give as much space for you to be creative. <br/><br/>Exceptions are boss like creatures but you are granted to interact with let’s say dog sized rats or simple talks with other possible recruits (NPC or someone in the group willing to RP) that can lead to arguing.<br/><br/>Just have fun with it!<br/><br/>Again minimum of 14 sentences. ICly this is the first trial for your characters to cross dangerous terrain on their own and/or care for themselves if conflict should arise but I hope to get some insight of your characters that surpass the character app because there is actual life to them at play. <br/><br/>I still expect to see a full char app when you can but that’s only to give suggestions of what does and doesn’t belong in the realm of Glaidas while still giving you room to create. Till then, I wish you guys the best and I look forward to seeing what you will write in the hopefully near future.</div></span></div></div></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000">________________________________________________________________________________</span></div><br/><br/><dl class="codebox"><dt> | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><span style="color: #0040FF">He paced back and forth in a rather small room made of ash grey stone. Swept clean as best as possible, only moss and small critters were the only true residents of the room. Empty and clean, the opposite to what was going through Dustin’s mind as his green eyes glanced in the relative direction of the courtyard, as if he could clearly see through the wall and watch the new recruits shuffling in now. Running a hand through his light auburn hair, he stopped if only to avoid making it into more of a mess than it has to be.<br/><br/>“Is it truly necessary to let Celine guard the entrance of the courtyard?” a woman’s voice cut into Dustin’s thoughts.<br/><br/>Turning his gaze towards the back corner of the room stood his companion. Leona Anvirus, a Celestial Keeper, and a beautiful one. Chin high and her robes radiating a soft light even in the dim room of candlelight, the sight of her eased Dustin’s nerves.  It wasn’t love he felt for the girl but rather admiration and respect, something very hard to find in this merciless kingdom.<br/><br/>“Celine is the only- I mean one of the few,” he corrects as he gives an apologetic smile at Leona’s glare. “To be able to read malice from a person’s soul. And we need to make sure that the men and women are able to hold their nerves.”<br/><br/>“Like what you’re doing right now.” Leona smiles, which earned a nervous chuckle from Dustin. “Breath Dutin. I’ve already seen you in action. You have the makings of a leader.”<br/><br/>Easing a sigh, Dustin straightens his posture, letting Leona’s words encourage him. “Right, there is some time before midnight. I’ll get some fresh air before we begin.”<br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer he heads out of the room.</span></dd></dl>