Well, another RPG. The other one fell...and died...e.e

Eighth Continent;;
...a bird role play

For centuries they lived as any other animal, living as harmoniously as one could in such a harsh world. As time passed through the world, a new race emerged. They were man, tall and featherless. At first they were no threat, but slowly they became dominant. They learned to hunt the birds, for sport or survival, for mere pets or man's belly.

But what could the birds have done? They were nothing compared to man, only specks on in a vast world among giant blots of darkness.

During this time, unbeknownst to the birds or even man, something was happening. A massive earthquake shook the bottom of the world, causing a small piece of brittle ice to break away. It shifted slowly to a small nook between Antarctica and Australia, and the ice slowly melted in the warmer climate. Eventually, plants began to sprout and insects thrived in the uninhabited land.

The birds were visited by their ancestors, and told to fly guided by the stars and sun. Following their dreams, they managed to migrate to this strange new land. Again their ancestors spoke to them, and told them to call it the Skyplace. They showed them to hunt and survive in new ways, even among those who were not of their species. They came to be called Skyflock, for they were the birds who flew across the stars endlessly until the end of time.

At one point, a small band of naturalist scientists discovered the what the birds called the Skyplace, but the humans called it the Eighth Continent. They could have taken this land and built their nests, continuing to terrorize the birds. However, being environmentalists, they left it alone and told no one else about it, amazed at the fact that none of the animals were afraid of them. They introduced prey such as rabbits and squirrels to give the inhabitants a boost, and left bearing the secret of the Eighth Continent.

The birds thrived. Culture evolved from daily tasks and ways of life, battles for territory were fought, and alliances shifted in the blink of an eye. But through it all flew five flocks, who christened themselves as the beasts of legend, the lords of the Skyplace.

Fireflock, those shadowed by the bog called Mirefield;

Sandflock, the ones living above golden sands;

Poolflock, a band of fish hunters;

Treeflock, the forest-dwellers;

and Lowflock, mountain birds who patrol the canyon skies.


About us;;
200 wrd. minimum
Bunches of leadership & other vital positions
Staff who get involved & hang out with the members
An active community
An eye-pleasing skin
No light vs. dark / good vs. evil
Twists, quests, powers, plots, and random events

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Do not fall
Into the silence,
To darkness binding,
And the light so blinding.

« Once upon a time... »
At the beginning of time, the first beings to walk this earth, the Phaefolke, created something immensely powerful and magical. It was something like a glass ball, and yet it was not quite glass. It shone with intense beauty, always glowing, and inside of it seemed to be swirls of mist. It was called the Epical, for its ability to prophecise each event until the end of the world.

The Phaefolke knew that if they ever needed to destroy the Epical, it would be nearly impossible, for even the highly magical Phaefolke could not match its power. To suit this need, they created an another, and by looking in one you could see what was happening around the other. However, by some mistake during the creation, the new one was a much darker and sinister magic. Worried about the consequences if it were to ever fall into the hands of a power crazed being, they hid it.

How could something so wonderful be so terrible? The Epicals granted their possessors almost unlimited power, and for years they remained side by side, hidden by the Phaefolke. Eventually, the Phaefolke evolved into the elves, growing more powerful in magic and more beautiful in appearance. When the Elves evolved into three different sub races, the Mountainous Elves became greedy and longed for power.

The Mountainous Elves began to attack Forest and River Elves, demanding that they hand over the Epicals. Suddenly, a war broke out, one of the greatest wars imaginable. Humans, Dwarfs, and various other races sided with Either the Forest and River Elves or the Mountainous Elves, depending on their views.

One man, Talisur, was allied with the Forest and River Elves. However, wounded in battle, he lay amidst a pile of bodies. Mountainous Elves, unceremoniously burying the bodies, came across him and realized that he was not dead. They took him prisoner, they tortured him as to the whereabouts of the Epicals. He knew nothing. But the Mountainous Elves did not give up there. They controlled his mind using dark magic, and sent him back to his camp. Talisur was forced to suggest that one of the Epicals should be moved to a more secure place, through Elvanna. The Elven king agreed, sending a guard with the dark Epical through the forest, to be moved to Ovass de Kaern, an Elven city. During the transport, Mountainous Elves attacked the guard. Everyone involved in the attack that night was killed: how or why remains a mystery.

It was forgotten, and the story of the Epicals passed into myth over four thousand years, and the thought of a dark Epical vanished.

It became merely a bedtime story that was told to children, the story of the Mountainous Elves and the Epicals scaring them into being good. But the elves were immortal. They all knew it was true. They searched everywhere imaginable, but still the dark Epical was not found.

Though it seems as if the dark Epical has disappeared from existence, that it not quite true. For, quite recently, a certain person came across a ball of glass, that was not quite glass, beautiful and terrible at the same time. It glowed black light, and black mist seemed to swirl inside of it.

But only time will tell.

The Epical.

So, what do you do when you have 548 devWatch alerts and 100 something messages?
You take two hours and go over 'em all, that's what you do. >.>

Lately, I've been neglecting dA due to my life and the fact that my friggin GIMP computer STILL doesn't have internet. I did, however, make one of my favorite manips and you'll see it once I get internet again.

Anywho, I finally got my butt moving and slowly started to work on my medieval fantasy RPG. It should open on Jan. 1st (hopefully). I sent out a "threatening" -shiftyeyes- message to my staff-minion elf things to help me and one of them compromised. The other -coughSAINcough- logged in and left. Wooo.

Not that sain doesn't rock, but we haven't talked in, like, ages, and I'm having lack-of-medieval-fantasy withdrawals. It's only because of my RPG and LotR music that I'm not. Seriously - will a decent fantasy novel and/or movie EVER come out? Eragon does not count, thank you very much.

In other news, I finally got a decent mp3 (my last one was crap), an iPod nano (2nd gen, I'm too poor to afford the 3rd). It's so shiny and metalic and green. -drools-

Wh00t.

[basks in sunlit glory of infinate muse]

Good news, bad news. Good news first otherwise bad news won't make sense xD

GOOD: musage. 8D

BAD: the computer with GIMP isn't hooked up to the internet (again), which means no stock. D:

Anyway, right now, my mum is grumpy which means my life is going to suck for the next three hours because she's going to make me scrub the toilet or something.

I currently have a longing to make manips, but no can do. It makes me mad, because it seems that every time I have muse the internet is dead or the stock that I do have saved is insufficent OR I can't find the stock I need. Or the image doesn't turn out.

I am eternally damned to lack of talent. [rolls eyes]

Otherwise, my life is happy.

PS: I'm reading this book called, like, "The Big Over Easy." It's strange, but good. It's about the NCD (Nursery Crime Department) trying to figure out if Humpty Dumpty falling from the wall was accident, suicide, or murder. [raises eyebrow]

Okay, I'm just posting a journal on this to make a point. Many other people have a journal like this, but the more people who do it, the better the point gets across.

Well, I'm seeing it more and more lately on studios, rpgs, etc. "Photomanipulators" (or so they call themselves) seem to be taking the lovely work of some of our fellow artists, especially the better-known ones. They crop 'em, slap text on, and wala - STOLEN IMAGE. This behavior is sickening, repulsive, disgusting, and a lot of other words that I probably shouldn't mention on here.

I don't currently know of any sites / people who are doing this, but if I (or you) find one, ALWAYS alert others and the original artist.

This has got to stop. Anyone who does this is a thief. They are breaking the law by infringing copyright. It's ESPECIALLY wrong if they remove the original artist's copyright, but even if they don't, it's STILL wrong.

Do these people really expect that no one will ever find out, especially if the images they've stolen are from better known artists? I have no idea. Maybe they're just stupid. If you want to use a manipulation by someone else, message them unless they clearly state it's a freebie and ask their permission. If they don't give their permission, don't use their work.

Well, here ends the rant. I had something else I wanted to say, but I forgot. 0.o

Bye! [waves]