Zanthyn: A world of harsh reality. Dust and sand swirl around in desert winds. Jagged mountains coated in ice and snow rise precariously to the sky, a never ending expanse. Forests shield and protect with their lush vegitation, but are also home to plants and creatures dangerous beyond imagination. Steadily flowing rivers and streams empty into the deathly waters of Lake Vuedyl.

Villages dot the great expanse of desert, nestle themselves in the moutains, and a few brave sould call the forest home. The villages make up the three Empires.

The empire of the desert, Kailar.
The empire of the moutain, Devaneir.
The empire of the forest, Inifer.

Zanthyn's inhabitants have been at war for centuries.

(Description to be finished later. I'm sleepy)

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This is a club of the brave souls of Zanthyn who have set out from their villages, and those left behind. Those who leave sometimes do so against the elder's will in order to discover more about mysteries of their world, and why the powers of it are draining.

*If you wish to join the club, please send me a character outline via pm. I will look over the character, then add you to the guest poster list.
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*Do your best to write in an easy-to-read way, and please, please at least try and edit your posts. Bad writing is annoying and can kill a story.
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*This is NOT a romantic world. Sure, you can throw some mush in, but please refrain from too much lovey-dovey crap.

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Members:
MashMadness-Ryle Kairne of Devaneir.
Harvestmoonluvr-Caelia Hondasuzukicivic of Kailar.
Keyblademewkasa-Amara Seryth of Inifer.
Cascotterfall-Yanille of Devaneir.
Eloriana-Aliane Farilliar of Inifer.
InkandQuill-Emaria of Devaneir

Ryle and Avarice are all alone in an abandoned area! Oh no! What will happen next? I mean, other tha

Ryle was beyond exhausted. Ever since being separated from the group with Avarice, they had hiked all day and been forced to fight throngs of soldiers they chanced upon along the way. Between the traveling and the brawls he had had next to no time for sleep. He was more or less dead on his feet, and they had once again stumbled upon a small troop of Kailarian troops.

Ryle clumsily jumped away from the sword of the soldier. He gripped his own sword with two hands and did his best to parry the attacks. The soldier skillfully thrust and sliced through the air, and Ryle just barely evaded the blows. The soldier kept up his attack, and Ryle found himself being backed into the bank of a river rushing through the forest.

As he stepped back once more, his foot landed in the frigid water. Momentarily distracted, he didn’t notice the sword swinging full force towards his head, or the figure that came from nowhere and kicked Ryle out of the way.

What the hell!” Ryle yelled as he emerged, dripping wet, from the freezing river. He blushed, realizing what he said. “I mean, uh, what the heck!”

Avarice glared at the soaked figure before surveying the body lying on the rocky bank. “Is that any way to thank me?” he asked condescendingly. “Unless you wanted to be a corpse, you owe me for your life. In fact, even if you did wish to die, you owe me.”

Ryle stared at the body of the soldier he had been battling with moments before and sputtered with embarrassment, “I could have taken care of him!” Avarice simply raised an eyebrow, and Ryle slumped. “All right, I suppose you are right… I thank you,” he mumbled, climbing out of the river, only to slip and fall back in.

Avarice laughed unabashedly. “I honestly don’t see how you’ve survived this long.”

Ryle shrugged, drained of emotion as he wearily pulled himself from the water again. “I suppose I am just lucky. I have never had any training, as it’s not hard to protect the herds from wild animals. As long as you are loud and look big they will stay away. People are a different matter entirely,” he said, stretching out on the embankment and yawning.

“You know, you’re good at fighting. Do you think you could teach me, by any chance?” Ryle asked, blinking sleepily.

Avarice opened his mouth to reply, but Ryle was already dead to the world, sleeping for the first time in what felt like weeks.