Discussion Lore of Roleplay

Ok, So i'm not the best writer but I was thinking, Lore.

Adding more things for players to roleplay around, e.g the great plague of 15600 (idk).
Just events (e.g Battle for the mines of Moria (Ik LOTR) or things like the coronation of a king.

I'm thinking of allowing players to write there own lore here (like a forum roleplay but doesn't involve characters)

 

Perhaps "Recycling" Roleplay other players have done in the past they enjoyed could be done again by others? (But not to the point of overusing it into boring-ness)
This also Ties into the Fun Moment's Thread.

and is the point of thread to give ideas to players to roleplay about in-game?

 

Yes basically. Also a zone for the creative writers who enjoy the server.

 

I much prefer just allowing the players to create their own lore in game. I would still like to see a loose history, would be pretty cool

 

I adore this notion and will probably work on something here.

 

Cool. Try to bring as many players here.

 

A few successful things: Renaming the above ground dungeons the Dreadlands, players took to it rather well.

 

Its good. Orcs:

The old fables tell of the grudge of the Humans and the Orcs. Whispers spread through citys, telling about how once the foul orcs were a beautiful race, the most beautiful in the world. There cities were famed through the land for their great riches and suitors throught the world seeked and orcish wife. So... How did they become so ugly, you ask.

Well it is a long story. (this will be told in parts.)

 

Expounding on my earlier statments:
Jealous of their power, The Dreadlord Noom once set a war against the Celestial Angels. It lasted many years and the long fingered shadows of his reach seemed to stretch on forever over the lands like a stormcloud. But the Celestials would no longer stand for so much loss, the mortal cry finally pulled them to the ground. The flights of the Celestials easily picked off Noom's cursed minions of Unlife, his army defeated the Dreadlord Necromancer slunk to the shadows entombing himself with as many of the bodies of the fallen as he could drag via magicks or otherwise. So long ago was his reign of power that many have forgotten him while others only thought the Dreadlands a myth.

 

The time in which most races gave into the dark lords rule but the elves fought resiliently as a result they where crippled and destryed into lifeless slave beings until the day the dark lord killed all to satisfy his bloodlust (map change). And so a new generation of orcs, humans,dwarfs and elves where born still frightened at the thought thought of the dark lord. (BTW this actually happened)

 

Everyone thinks that the Dragon Armor is the strongest Equipment you can find in the world.
Ít actually is one, but there always is that one Helmet.
The cursed Helmet or (because he ceept it the longest time), the Helmet of Krabe.
The Helmet of Krabe is an antik, evil, artifakt of a time loong forgotten.

It is said to be created One Million Years Ago, By Satan (the father of Stabboazzer)
Forget in depts of Hell itselve. There the Helmet was Forget out of a Special metal.
The main component of the Metal were 666 Angels that were Molten in
a gigantic Pot of Adamantit, witch was heated whit the Bones of Humans
that were carried by Dwarfen slave workers who also oiled the Pot whit
Ork blood. The finished helmet was Blessed by Elven priestess, that were
Turnid into Dark Elves afterwards to curse it and make it even more Evil.

And Last but not least was a Antic Demon Trapped in the Helmet that can
come out anytime soon.

But that was it for now, because right now the Helmet is woren by Krabe (or
the People he borrows it) and that makes it save...kinda.

 

I can write Lore for ye? I've already written about 5 truckloads of Lore for KARPS in the first place.

--- Double Post Merged, Dec 25, 2014, Original Post Date: Dec 24, 2014 ---

Lore of the Races:

Non-canon until approved.

Humans:
The Humans were one of the first races to appear on Eve, rapidly spreading like a virus across the planet with their superior structural tactics.. though that's what they themselves thought. After great wars lasting decades between the Humans and Orcs, eventually the Humans were overwhelmed by the Orcish brutality, and thus their vast empire was burnt to the ground and were forced to retreat to Eden, and from Eden emerged the great city of Skyborne. The longest war that lasted was around 32 years which dated back hundreds of years ago, a lifetime feud of Orcs and their Troll brethren bearing down as a constant barrage of war, pushing these Humans to near extinction. The city earned it's name by the spires that towered above everything else, these spires were made from white marble, which gave the towers their illuminous features, glistening bright in the daylight, acting as a sort of beacon of hope for the Human race. Skyborne isn't the only gargantuan Human bastion located on Eve, there are such cities that had merged with other races such as the Dwarves and Elves, and on one occasion even the Orcs managed to form an alliance. Aside from their building techniques, they have an affinity for magic, some of the most powerful Archmages and Wizards, or maybe even Warlocks are of Human origin. And as discovered by an unnamed Necromancer.. Humans make a great zombie horde. Humans have their flaws, they can often be arrogant and underestimate things, and soon follows their downfall, their history is filled with both great cities extending for miles, and great shame bringing the Humans to a new low.

Dwarves:
The Dwarves are a stubborn bunch, often refusing help from their allies, and much like the Orcs, they are ill-tempered. Dwarves and Humans have had an alliance so old it compares to the existance of Eve itself, never once have they fought amongst eachother, they have had their issues but were often resolved within a few weeks. The Dwarven capitol, Barador, is located within the Misty Mountain. Barador extends to the depths of Eve, uncovering most of it's secrets. The Dwarven Kingdom is also the most wealthiest of races, being revered miners their gold-hunting ability is impeccable. Dwarves are quite skillful in two things: Brewing and Forging. The entire race is renowned for it's huge varieties of beer, ales and stouts and it's formidable weaponry and armors, forging suits of armor fit for Kings. They will sell there wares to anyone, despite their race. Dwarves are very picky eaters, mostly carnivorous and see anyone who eats flora as a "mockery". Dwarves are amongst some of the fiercest warriors, their might comparing to some of the most brutal of Orcish Warlords.. it's no wonder the Humans value their alliance. The famed Berserkers originate from Dwarves, being able to withstand a barrage of arrows and still able to rip a Troll's head clean off.. a Berserker's rage is not to be tested, one of them even killed three Dwarves over a misplaced drink, as the great King Crolflane said, "If ye managed ta get between a Berserker an' his drink, it's best ya start runnin' before ya get ta see yer own spine.".

Elves:
Though frail as they appear, they are masters of stealth and archery. Their expertise in both ranged combat and intellectual knowledge of the History of Eve is flawless, and comparing to the Humans, they too have vast knowledge of Magic. The Elves are based in two separate regions of Eve, the Raelsian Peninsula and Moonrise Valley, though two entirely different types of Elves. The Elves in the Raelsian Peninsula are mostly blademasters, working with the fluidity of water, though they look harmless they'll cut through your armor and rip you in two within mere seconds. Meanwhile Moonrise Valley is home to the Druids and famed Archers. Druidism is a complicated subject for those not of Elven origin, with the exeption of Half-Elves or Hobbits. They manage to make contact with the feral side of Nature and become one, being able to metamorph themselves into various things, ranging from Bears, Wolves and to Trees. Gruut was one of the first Druids, though he lost is way and was permanently transmutated into a treant. Rumors do tell of another ancient type of Elf, the type which feast upon the weak and those that were left behind, be it the sick, the old or the lost younglings, they do not care. They seclude themselves from the sunlight and lurk in the shadows and in the darkest corner of your fear.. often breaking your very own sanity, these dark beings possess an ability which no other can comprehend. Dark whispers fill their mind, and those others too who are inflicted by this black magic. The origin of this sub-species is still unknown.

Orcs:
The most savage of races on Eve, their prowess and might in War cannot be matched, and even though their weaponry and siegecraft is primitive compared to the other significant races, they can swarm and overwhelm almost anything and leave nothing but ash and misery in their destructive wake. Orcs are known to fight amongst themselves, splitting themselves up into several clans, all of them different from the others, though two in particular are very interesting. The Bloodmoon Clan in the Badlands and the D'jako Faceless in the Murky Marshes. The D'jako Faceless can literally be faceless, they have their eyes, nose and other noticable features, excluding the mouth burnt away. It is an extremely painful process but it must be done (according to their Warlord). They lose all senses, their sight, hearing, touch and so forth, granting them a new sight, seeing into the great beyond, the darkness that awaits them after death, they use this ability to manipulate their enemies and so forth. Not all Faceless are Shamans, some were able to maintain their ferocious fighting capabilities, even becoming Berserkers. The Bloodmoon Clan however are not so different from the D'jako Faceless, they invoke their own blood to cast deadly spells, conjuring golems made of flesh and healing grevious wounds. Aside from the constant bloodbath between the Clans, there is a sanctuary only known as "The Pit", where all manner of Clans can unite, discuss and fight. The Pit is truly a paradise for the average Orc; endless tables of meat from different animals, great accomodation and an arena to fight and die with honor within.

 

Erm sure.

 

Damn, I just remembered how good you are at that ^^

 

And I'm good at maps too. *Flex*

 

Long Long time ago the races of Eve icreassed and spreaded all across the continent, they developed ther own cuntrys and languages.
Everything was good, Nus and his angels were looking over the world and defendedt it from anny harm. Everything was peacefull, jes ther was one or two small fights beween the cuntrys but nothing that cud worry the angels or Nus.
Till that ONE DAY. THe dark Lord rushed his Beast´s and Demons to the Overworld and started to dominate the races.
The Nus sent his angels and they joined the races in the fight. But in the end the Dark Lord and his minions were falling back to hell.
To eliminate the Chance that the Dark Lord cud try such an attack again, Nus was sending angels to attack the dark Lord in hell.
They were able to go in hell but they werent able to resist the Enormus Flames of this place.
Nus knows that Something needed to be done but he cant just seal the entrence. Everyone knowd that such kinds of seals dont even hould some 3000 years. Ther Needs to be a another way. And ther was one. With great efforts Nus created a angel, a angel that was Powefull enuge that it cud resist the Flames of hell and even powerfull enuge to fight the Dark Lord himselve.
And so the Molten angel Krabe was Born. She was fighting all the way trou hell and striked down the Dark Lord.
But she did not kill him, right before she was able to kill him, was the dark Lord talking to her. He foold her and she was joining him in hiss fight.(Nobody realy knows how he did that)
trought she is an angel she dont realy had a personality of her own.
In the great war against the Overworld and Heavens itselve, was she fighting along side the Dark Lord.
In the Progress of this war she captured over 666 angels and brutaly molted ther Bodys (nobody knows what whit the metal happed afterall).
In that time she was defeloping her own Personality and soon levt the army of the Dark Lord.
Nobody knows what happend to her or if she is even alive.
The only Thing known is that she once sealed the demon Datum in a Helmet.
But thats all thats was known of here since she levt the Darck Lord.

 

A long time ago

There were Female and male, Eve and Eden, together they created the nine realms.
together they created the four races Elves, Dwarves, Orcs, Humans and Angels
They were proud of the Realms, but they needed things that held them together, a item that would bind the race's kin together, The Nine Helmets, one of Which Krabe found, and brought it to Eden, the first Realm, Some of the other races already lived here, Exiled from their homeland. They all lived in peace and Harmony, these races created the other things roaming on the nine realms. Chickens Bison and other animals, like the Mad Raccoon. Eve and Eden watched in love at their children/creations. But like all children, they do not get along well. Blood was spilled and wars started, some were even, dare I say it, Exiled to the banned Realm... all the heroes whom saved us and we saved them, Zhuum, Aphelion, Coon, Dragonslayer ect were killed more than once, except Aphelion, Eve made him a god, and so Aphelion created Nus, but Nus's brother, Noom was no guardian... All the races went together to cast away the evil. And succeeded, but that was not the end of Noom

Later that decade, a foolish dwarf found a Helmet, The helmet of the ninth Realm, the land no one wants to go to.... The Undead Realm! "Now all the undead shall visit the first Realm Periphelion leads them, I sense them, they are already at the door"-Eden

 

Potato Was the Dwarven Elder, I've sadly forgotten the username for the First King. I was the second king/prince. We had joined the server when it was nearly empty and built all of this together while roleplaying lightly as more people got on. Potato was promoted to Jailor when the four celled prison was finished.
The Story: Long Ago before the rise of Men and Elves and Orcs, The Dwarves found themselves waking from the clay of the land; The First made the others to help him build a momentous home for them to stay safe in. This would be the First King. The second an elderly advisor, and the third a young prince, the King's Son. across the lands the womenfolk of the Dwarvenkind were also holding a similar ritual. Though they would not cross paths for many years to come. As more folk appeared in the lands, The King called for a hall to be made, with a Throne for him to sit upon, a table for the other dwarves to sit at, and a smaller guest's table for visits by emissaries, ambassadors, envoys and such from the other rising kingdoms. But so long was the Kingdom of dwarves first encounter that the King had grown old, and while other dwarves had come into the kingdom, his ailments could not be cured, He ordered a Mausoleum built, and the Prince told him: "Father, best to lay you to rest atop the forge, that you may always watch over our Smiths, and that they may honor you by shaping their metals" and the King agreed. As it was built into the very mountainside itself, a coal vein was discovered, and many a dwarf thought it should have been excavated at the time, however the Prince insisted that this be left for later, that the sound of mining the coal would also honor the King's Memory. But during the construction of the Mausoleum above the Smithy, the King seemed, for an age, to recover. A war between the Sons of Men and the Dwarves of stone broke out, and ended. Finally the old king felt his time had come, Death upon his brow, he returned and shut himself into the Mausoleum, imparting to his son "Watch over the land my son." As the door swung shut, and the stonemasons' sealed it off, the young king's solemn reply, nearly just a sigh so quiet were his words as he replied; "Always in your Memory". His advisor having outlived the First King. Patted the younger Dwarf's shoulder and assured him in time, he would be happy again.

Side Story: During the early days of building the Castle the Dwarves had built ladders down a rather long vertical tunnel, but as the years went by, the wood aged and rotted away, and a few too many soldiers and workers disappered down this passage, so many that a graveyard was filled. The losses were such that once the Prince himself was so frustrated he built a stone stairway spiraling up it himself to end the atrocities. The flight is still remembered as the Well of Tears to this day, and so many steps from top to bottom that few enjoy the climb or descent.
It was also during these years that the Prince built a small cabin underneath Sentinel Peak Cavern for his Mentor, the King's Advisor and Jailor.

 

The Orgin of The Undead: Before other races moved into the land of the Misty Mountains lived The Onyx Tribe. They loved precious jewels and used them amoung their clothing, weapons and armor. But one dreadful day unusual looking things started appearing in their land. One had very tall stature and pointy ears. The second one had a long beard and was small.
The third looked very average height and had no special features. The last one was very ugly. Their teeth were sticking out of their mouth, their face was a dark green, and they wore purple clothing. The Onyx Tribe was confused by these strange creatures arriving. They when't out of their tents and looked at the creatures, when the pointy eared creature looked at him it exclamied "What are you doing here?! This is Elven land!" He began to fire arrows and alerted the other creatures camping in the area. A war was waged between the Onyx and the other creatures. The Onyx Tribe was driven out of their land and forced to flee underground. Under the undergrowth The Onyx Tribe suffered from desieses that made their flesh start to rip and decay. Their eyes turned white. The Onyx Tribe suffered for a while until one day someone arrived. He was wearing all white clothing and a mask. He was holding a staff. He said to the tribe in a deep voice. "I am a necromancer who lives down here in a dungeon" "My name is Noom, I can see you are a in a moment of distress" In a crackly voice the leader replyed "Y..Y...Yes sir" the necromancer replyed "I can heal you and you tribe from the desiese and get back to your home. but you have to help me protect my precious artifacts" "Those damn humans are trying to kill me and steal it. Do we have a deal?" The leader spoke once again "Yes anything to heal us and get us back to our home." Noom laughed in a deep voice "Great..." He disappeared in a blink of an eye.

 

The Coon: Since angels weren't pure and magical enough God created this new being to spread love and affection to no matter race or living creature.
Rarity lvl: over 2000