OOC: Welcome, people, to my RPG...
L E V I A T H A N
I would like to add that we need more Holy and, especially, Cult members if this RP is going to go well, so people who have only one character, I would like it if you either made another if you can handle it, or get someone else into this RP so they can play also. I don't want to force anyone, and I won't, I just wanted to make that statement. Also, the Leviathan, the Behemoth, and Princess Tsugura won't be "active" until later into the story.
I know everyone is excited, like me, to start the RPG (as I've been getting some PMs and messages as to when its going to start), and I have good news; it starts... NOW!
The waves crashed on the soft surface of the sand.. the whistling noise of seagulls passed over the beautiful blue sky. Calming, peaceful. Lunara had her arms crossed in an X under her head, body resting against the sand. A sudden splash of water from a young boy made her shoot up, and chase him, laughing happily. Her body was that of a young adult, but her expression, her actions, were that of a child, no older than her accomplice. A young woman's voice then shouted, "Come on, Lunara! Barta! Dinner's ready. You want to eat, don't you?" She called softly for her children. Glancing up, she watched her brother run to his mom, and her eyes lowered slightly in comfort. Such a pleasant sight, as Barta hugged Juliana, their mother. "Are you coming, Lunara? There's food for you here!" Nodding, she took off on the sand, the touch warm but not hot. But suddenly, the sun was dappled by dark black clouds, and it thundered. "W-what?" she asked, startled. As if spurred on by the storm, a group of horsemen appeared atop the hill beside the beach, with loaded bows. Spotting the mother and her son, they yelled something incoherent, and spurred their horses, galloping towards Juliana and Barta. "Mom! Barta! Look out!" Her words weren't heard though, and the warriors prepared their bows, and shot. First one hit the mark; in Lunara's mother's back. Falling down in a heap, she fell down, and Lunara stood in horror. Barta stood near his mom, struggling to help her up.
"Mom, mom! Get up, they're--" but no sooner then he said that, that the soldiers arrived, and another shot an arrow, this time marked into Barta's throat. Blood spurted from his wound, and he fell beside his mother. Now the soldiers turned to Lunara, and ran towards her. Picking up a stick, she charged at them, enraged. In a flash, she stood, the horsemen now on the ground, cut into pieces. The horses neighed and whinnied, before raising their hooved feet, and galloping abroad; saddles empty. In her hands was no longer a stick, but a long sword, with demonic energy radiating from it. Her eyes, which were red, turned back to normal, and she dropped the sword, and ran to her family. Both dead... She cried in sorrow and anger, punching the ground. "Nooooooooooooo!!!" She shrieked into the sky......
"Aah!" she gasped in return, breathing heavily. Just a dream... it was just a dream... a very.... real dream.. Her past haunted her many times over. Lunara, now older, looked around. No one but the cozy fireplace and her blanket with her. Just how she wanted it. She heard the clop-clop of horse feet, and got up, looking outside her window. It was a bad storm, pouring out, and a large carriage, pulled by two horses, came slowly by. "Wonder who is out this late..." She murmured. A knock on the door made her jump, and she growled. Could people just leave her alone? Opening it, she narrowed her eyes, meeting those of the rent collector. "Your time is up, would you care to stay with us longer? Or no?"
"No, no. I'll leave. Let me pack up my bags."
"Okay. Pay downstairs at the desk, please. Have a nice day."
Rolling her eyes, she packed up her stuff, huffed as she placed it on her back, and burst out of the room. Running down the steps, she flicked several gold coins towards a fat, jolly, bearded man behind a desk, who blinked in surprise and barely caught the money. She ran out into the cold, drenching rain, into a back alley, where some shelter was. People were already here - the poor, the homeless, the sick. She sat down as far away as she could from the others, and pulled out a piece of meat from her baggage. Nibbling on it, she looked up to see a crow, before it flew off. At least it was dry here... but she'd have to move soon.. the Storm Kingdom, 9 times out of 10, had storms, constantly. It wasn't anything she couldn't deal with.