Illfeed
28-02-2005, 20:50
Somewhere in the world their is a continent only visible to those who believe in it. On the sunny side lives the old Dreammaker, guardian of the most precious and powerful object in the land - the Dreamstone. Every night he uses it to send out dreams into the sleeping world, assisted by his faithful servants Albert, his watchdog fish, and two Noops Rufus and Amberly, the Dreammaker faithfully defends the land from evil.
On the darkside of the continent separated by a large and vast ocean dwells the huge and terrible Zordrak, Lord of Nightmares, hatching his evil plots to steal the dreamstone so that nightmares may rule. Zordrak, remains under the vast mountain of Illfeed, guarded and protected by his army of Urpney's, until the eventual day that the Dreammaker is defeated and Nightmares rule the land.
Caverns of Illfeed
Beneath the Mountain of Illfeed, many miles deep into the centre of the Earth, there exists a cavern so large that its walls have yet to be reached. On the floor, there dwells an entire civilisation, of tall warrior like creatures called Urpneys. Their pale complexion and large wide eyes, gives them an alien appearance to surface dwellers; if any could lay their eyes upon them, but it has been many millennia since the Urpneys last dwelt on the barren landscape that is the Land of Nightmares. Their society was once rich with culture and development, fluid with language and art until the dark days descended upon them and their land, until the great Lord Zordrak arrived and enslaved them for all for eternity.
It began in the land of dreams, past the mists of Limbo and stretching over the Great Ocean, the council of the seven were gathered to discuss a problem facing their art. For thousands of years Dreammakers had filled the night with joy and happiness. Nurtured entire races of Men and Noops, persuading them to follow in the arts, and music instead of warfare and evil, until the times changed and the council of seven dispersed because of conflicts between the wise. The Great Dreammaker Zordrak, second in the order believed that dreams should be turned and twisted into nightmares, and so he attempted to seize the dreamstone in a bid for power over the night and land. But he was repelled by the council, and banished from the Land of Dreams in shame and defeat. So he dwelt for the next thousand years, biding his time, growing his Urpneys until he could enact his revenge.
With the defeat of Zordrak, the head of the council, only known as The Dreammaker continued to nurture the world, protecting it from the growing threat of the land of nightmares, for if anything were to happen to the Dreamstone, then the sleeping and waking world would be overrun by nightmares and the deadly tormentors known as Argorribles.
The Land of Dreams
"Come along Albert, we have work to do. The first consignment of dreambottles are arriving, hurry along." As the Dreammaker descended the tower of stairs, faithfully followed by his loyal and trustworthy companion Albert, he finally reached the bottom in triumph. Opening the grand wooden door, the Dreammaker revealed a Wut patiently waiting for permission to enter. His green skin, and even darker green blotches allowed him to almost camouflage against the background of the carefully tended garden. "Ahh welcome, welcome Spildit, I see you arrived safe and sound then."
"Yes, I have arrived, if only just. The forest is no longer safe as it once was." Toeing the large basket of dreambottles on none other than a magic leaf Spildit and the Dreammaker made their way up the circling stairs. "Argorribles are on the loose again, stalking the pass of the Noop valley, and the coast of the Great Ocean. The Dreamstone is now the only thing that holds them at bay. Our hunting bands are out in force and we have killed many of the monsters, but for every one that dies, Zordrac sends another two in their place. We are a scarce people Dreammaker, but we can not fight indefinitely against the black menace, our people have the will but regrettably not the numbers." Looking down Spildit noticed that the Dreammaker was not walking, in fact he seemed to float on a white mist that obscured his feet. "So." Spildit laughed. "This is how you can still manage these stairs, after all your years."
"Ahh yes, my floating. Well it is easier on the feet, and these stairs are definitely not." As the party of three came up to a landing the Dreammaker paused for a moment. "I'm sure, that this is the right way. Albert did we take a wrong turn?" The Dreammakers long time companion and greatest friend, Albert, a large cross between dog and fish merely barked in refute. "Not again." The Dreammaker said scowling. "These walls change so often, that an old wizard like myself often struggles to find his way around his very own home. Now there should be a small trip somewhere..... Ah here we are." Pushing in a small block at the top of the wall, the barrier simply disappeared into nothingness. "Follow me Spildit."
Following the Dreammaker over a grand golden bridge Spildit viewed his surrounds with awe. The grand chamber was lit by Grand rays of sunshine glittering off the many mirrors and walls, music flowed past him like a river, and the in the background the laughter of children could be heard. "Does this room serve a purpose Dreammaker?" Spildit asked.
"This Spildit is the necessity of dreams! Laughter, Sunshine Music, and a dash of birdsong is what makes a dream from a nightmare." As the two continued their way over the bridge, the dreammaker thought upon the growing problems of Zordrac and the land of nightmares.
OOC: If anyone would like to join in, please let me know. This is going to be a character roleplay, with very little in the lines of combat. The war between the land of nightmares and the land of dreams will have an eventual conclusion which will shape my nations future. Just depends upon who wins.
On the darkside of the continent separated by a large and vast ocean dwells the huge and terrible Zordrak, Lord of Nightmares, hatching his evil plots to steal the dreamstone so that nightmares may rule. Zordrak, remains under the vast mountain of Illfeed, guarded and protected by his army of Urpney's, until the eventual day that the Dreammaker is defeated and Nightmares rule the land.
Caverns of Illfeed
Beneath the Mountain of Illfeed, many miles deep into the centre of the Earth, there exists a cavern so large that its walls have yet to be reached. On the floor, there dwells an entire civilisation, of tall warrior like creatures called Urpneys. Their pale complexion and large wide eyes, gives them an alien appearance to surface dwellers; if any could lay their eyes upon them, but it has been many millennia since the Urpneys last dwelt on the barren landscape that is the Land of Nightmares. Their society was once rich with culture and development, fluid with language and art until the dark days descended upon them and their land, until the great Lord Zordrak arrived and enslaved them for all for eternity.
It began in the land of dreams, past the mists of Limbo and stretching over the Great Ocean, the council of the seven were gathered to discuss a problem facing their art. For thousands of years Dreammakers had filled the night with joy and happiness. Nurtured entire races of Men and Noops, persuading them to follow in the arts, and music instead of warfare and evil, until the times changed and the council of seven dispersed because of conflicts between the wise. The Great Dreammaker Zordrak, second in the order believed that dreams should be turned and twisted into nightmares, and so he attempted to seize the dreamstone in a bid for power over the night and land. But he was repelled by the council, and banished from the Land of Dreams in shame and defeat. So he dwelt for the next thousand years, biding his time, growing his Urpneys until he could enact his revenge.
With the defeat of Zordrak, the head of the council, only known as The Dreammaker continued to nurture the world, protecting it from the growing threat of the land of nightmares, for if anything were to happen to the Dreamstone, then the sleeping and waking world would be overrun by nightmares and the deadly tormentors known as Argorribles.
The Land of Dreams
"Come along Albert, we have work to do. The first consignment of dreambottles are arriving, hurry along." As the Dreammaker descended the tower of stairs, faithfully followed by his loyal and trustworthy companion Albert, he finally reached the bottom in triumph. Opening the grand wooden door, the Dreammaker revealed a Wut patiently waiting for permission to enter. His green skin, and even darker green blotches allowed him to almost camouflage against the background of the carefully tended garden. "Ahh welcome, welcome Spildit, I see you arrived safe and sound then."
"Yes, I have arrived, if only just. The forest is no longer safe as it once was." Toeing the large basket of dreambottles on none other than a magic leaf Spildit and the Dreammaker made their way up the circling stairs. "Argorribles are on the loose again, stalking the pass of the Noop valley, and the coast of the Great Ocean. The Dreamstone is now the only thing that holds them at bay. Our hunting bands are out in force and we have killed many of the monsters, but for every one that dies, Zordrac sends another two in their place. We are a scarce people Dreammaker, but we can not fight indefinitely against the black menace, our people have the will but regrettably not the numbers." Looking down Spildit noticed that the Dreammaker was not walking, in fact he seemed to float on a white mist that obscured his feet. "So." Spildit laughed. "This is how you can still manage these stairs, after all your years."
"Ahh yes, my floating. Well it is easier on the feet, and these stairs are definitely not." As the party of three came up to a landing the Dreammaker paused for a moment. "I'm sure, that this is the right way. Albert did we take a wrong turn?" The Dreammakers long time companion and greatest friend, Albert, a large cross between dog and fish merely barked in refute. "Not again." The Dreammaker said scowling. "These walls change so often, that an old wizard like myself often struggles to find his way around his very own home. Now there should be a small trip somewhere..... Ah here we are." Pushing in a small block at the top of the wall, the barrier simply disappeared into nothingness. "Follow me Spildit."
Following the Dreammaker over a grand golden bridge Spildit viewed his surrounds with awe. The grand chamber was lit by Grand rays of sunshine glittering off the many mirrors and walls, music flowed past him like a river, and the in the background the laughter of children could be heard. "Does this room serve a purpose Dreammaker?" Spildit asked.
"This Spildit is the necessity of dreams! Laughter, Sunshine Music, and a dash of birdsong is what makes a dream from a nightmare." As the two continued their way over the bridge, the dreammaker thought upon the growing problems of Zordrac and the land of nightmares.
OOC: If anyone would like to join in, please let me know. This is going to be a character roleplay, with very little in the lines of combat. The war between the land of nightmares and the land of dreams will have an eventual conclusion which will shape my nations future. Just depends upon who wins.