The Misted Isles

So suddenly did you leave, have you returned to this land of grief. But is your pallid strength accompanied by a willingness to survive? Or are you another corpse for the pyre? I suppose it doesn't really matter. You have come to me with questions, and so I shall answer.

Where is this place you ask? It is a transitory land, between the fabrics of reality. This has been your home, don't you remember? Before the fire killed, and the light was snuffed with it. They call it: The Misted Isles. Where holy knights and visionaries executed your forefathers, and drown hopes with children still attached. They burned their graves to deny you a past, and they will kill you still, to deny you a future.

Who are these heartless men? They are whole, put simply. You are tail-less. A figure held so dishonourable that even the most deplorable outcasts may mock you; That which has either had it's tail docked, or has been born without. They have taken you, as is their right, and you shall serve them unquestioningly – or accept your death at their hands, such are your benefits.

Where are you going? There is only one place you'll end up, with a fate like yours: The Old World. An uncharted land, lost to time. When a different king reaped the lands of your kind. You will wander, and you will know nothing. Nothing of the sights, nor the sounds. You will know nothing... but you will learn of the pain, and you will endure it, or you will die.

Why you? Why anyone. You are not the first, and you are not written to succeed. It is written as an echo for those who will come after you, so that they may succeed in your place, or to write legends of your past.

The time for questions has passed child, it is time you awoke, to be birthed into this world anew, and shine bright, or to fade like a wilted rose, flaking away with the gentle breeze.

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Captured from your homes, or taken from the prisons of the Misty City you travel by boat to a mysterious land. Guided only by luck and fate should you find purpose in this dark and unforgiving land.

- You are a tail-less, basically in this culture, anyone who doesn't have one (be it human, or an anthro who's had it cut off) have no rights. None.

- Your journey to the island (while being chained up in a ship) was interrupted by a hurricane, crashing your boat into the rocks and stranding you on a beach, where the rain never seems to cease.

- You arrive with no other purpose but to survive, make smart choices, and interact with your party members in an effort to make sense of the world you find yourself in.

- You will begin with nothing more than a set of slave rags – modest in covering and complete with an iron slave collar.

- You may pick between a multitude of different breeds of anthro characters, as well as humans and elves and anything I pre-approve.

- This roleplay is no bars held. 18+ themes are likely, this does not mean ERP, but if it drives the story along I'll allow it.

       - This is a freeform adaptation of my software mod from the Aurora engine, ei: Neverwinter Diamond. (Kingmaker expansion) So it may not be exact and the combat focus will shift to a story, and dialogue focus with branching story paths based on how you go about things. Sidequests exist, this world is not a linear story, it is a world you will experience through text.

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I want at least 3 players before I begin, but if needed I'll make due with two. Interested?