Post by Hylocereus on Mar 23, 2015 4:16:24 GMT
Still a heavy WIP. Stay tuned. Things will be dynamic and constantly evolving, anyway.
When ironed out, the plot will not be implemented in a way that stops you doing anything, so don't worry about it. It will be strictly to add more things to do and have your character worry about.
General things to note -
Modern-ish setting - All present fauna and flora with some prehistoric ones mixed in.
Humans will NOT be present for the most part, and if existing at all, will be strictly confined to a tribal state.
It's extinct beasts vs the new world, but anything living from the Eocene onwards can be incorporated. This includes modern species - most of the prey on the peninsula is this.
Act One - Discovery
ACT TWO - Tensions
When ironed out, the plot will not be implemented in a way that stops you doing anything, so don't worry about it. It will be strictly to add more things to do and have your character worry about.
General things to note -
Modern-ish setting - All present fauna and flora with some prehistoric ones mixed in.
Humans will NOT be present for the most part, and if existing at all, will be strictly confined to a tribal state.
It's extinct beasts vs the new world, but anything living from the Eocene onwards can be incorporated. This includes modern species - most of the prey on the peninsula is this.
In order for something to be elibible for pinning on the plotline thread, it must;
1. Have long-reaching consequence or impact
2. Involve a death, or a notable plot detail
3. Forshadow something major
Character development does not apply in most cases.
1. Have long-reaching consequence or impact
2. Involve a death, or a notable plot detail
3. Forshadow something major
Character development does not apply in most cases.
Her paws were weary, and the cold wind carried smothering dust which clung to her pelt and stung her eyes. How long had she been walking? It felt like it could have been either an eternity or a minute. The rolling plains and grasslands had given way to parched desert, frozen under the moon's impassive gaze. The cloudless sky shone with a thousand stars, like silver candles in a vaulted ceiling, but their light brought no warmth, and little comfort.
Dark shapes loomed on the horizon, gently laced with silver moonlight. With no other landmark in sight, the Nomad directed her paws towards the distant peaks, head down and eyes squinted against the wind.
--
It was pure chance that lead her to discover the caves, seeking shelter from the winds that kicked up as she ascended one of the great hills. Concealed by a dead fir, she almost missed it - but something tugged at her to turn, to look closer. On impulse, the Nomad delved onwards. Downwards. This tunnel was new - the stone was raw and unravaged by time. Perhaps it was a sign?
The going was not easy - the tunnel twisted, branched and changed height sharply. But, just as the wayward smilodon began to think she'd never escape the bowels of the earth, a glint of silver caught her eye.
Light. The exit.
--
The verdant shrubland and clear, cool waters were a far cry from the parched desert a scant few miles from the bordering mountains. The Nomad almost felt as though she had stepped into a paradise - the low calls of wild elk bulls, ethereal in the echoing dawn, and the soft grass beneath her worn paws brought an almost childlike wonder to her heart. Fatigue utterly forgotten in the face of this new discovery, she set about exploring immediately as the sky began to lighten.
For the first time, hope - a genuine, wonderful hope - bloomed.
--
It was a wonderful place to be a smilodon. The tall, swaying grasses and dense bush provided ample cover to ambush the plentiful prey, and the waters of the lake and river were clear and fresh despite their proximity to the sea. The early spring breeze carried with it the scent of a thousand wildflowers, blooming pristine and uninhibited in the grasslands and forest. The mountains blocked the wildest of the coastal winds, and for times when they barrelled past them plenty of shelter could be found in the form of bushes and caves.
The Nomad did not want to leave. But her existance, over the coming weeks became a lonely one, even in such a bountiful land. There were no threats - but no allies either. No calls thundering in the peaks to be answered with her own mighty roars.
A thought struck her, a thought that had been germinating in secret since she arrived.
I know there are others. I know they are lost. Why not bring them here?
--
When she left the peninsula - Affectionately dubbed "Lazurus", for a figure in old tales of renewed life - she took with her a fresh excitement, and the first clear goal she'd had for as long as she could remember.
The sabers would flourish once more, and she could make it happen.
A new land is found, a safe haven formed. The long-lost descendants of the ancients are returning - and they're traveling to this new-found land in search of a place to call home.
But with so many outsiders from so many places, with so many obstacles in the way... Will it be a peaceful co-existence or will the pristine grasses be stained forever with saber blood? You have found yourself here, by following the Nomad's Call or your own initiative - but what will your fate be?
Dark shapes loomed on the horizon, gently laced with silver moonlight. With no other landmark in sight, the Nomad directed her paws towards the distant peaks, head down and eyes squinted against the wind.
--
It was pure chance that lead her to discover the caves, seeking shelter from the winds that kicked up as she ascended one of the great hills. Concealed by a dead fir, she almost missed it - but something tugged at her to turn, to look closer. On impulse, the Nomad delved onwards. Downwards. This tunnel was new - the stone was raw and unravaged by time. Perhaps it was a sign?
The going was not easy - the tunnel twisted, branched and changed height sharply. But, just as the wayward smilodon began to think she'd never escape the bowels of the earth, a glint of silver caught her eye.
Light. The exit.
--
The verdant shrubland and clear, cool waters were a far cry from the parched desert a scant few miles from the bordering mountains. The Nomad almost felt as though she had stepped into a paradise - the low calls of wild elk bulls, ethereal in the echoing dawn, and the soft grass beneath her worn paws brought an almost childlike wonder to her heart. Fatigue utterly forgotten in the face of this new discovery, she set about exploring immediately as the sky began to lighten.
For the first time, hope - a genuine, wonderful hope - bloomed.
--
It was a wonderful place to be a smilodon. The tall, swaying grasses and dense bush provided ample cover to ambush the plentiful prey, and the waters of the lake and river were clear and fresh despite their proximity to the sea. The early spring breeze carried with it the scent of a thousand wildflowers, blooming pristine and uninhibited in the grasslands and forest. The mountains blocked the wildest of the coastal winds, and for times when they barrelled past them plenty of shelter could be found in the form of bushes and caves.
The Nomad did not want to leave. But her existance, over the coming weeks became a lonely one, even in such a bountiful land. There were no threats - but no allies either. No calls thundering in the peaks to be answered with her own mighty roars.
A thought struck her, a thought that had been germinating in secret since she arrived.
I know there are others. I know they are lost. Why not bring them here?
--
When she left the peninsula - Affectionately dubbed "Lazurus", for a figure in old tales of renewed life - she took with her a fresh excitement, and the first clear goal she'd had for as long as she could remember.
The sabers would flourish once more, and she could make it happen.
A new land is found, a safe haven formed. The long-lost descendants of the ancients are returning - and they're traveling to this new-found land in search of a place to call home.
But with so many outsiders from so many places, with so many obstacles in the way... Will it be a peaceful co-existence or will the pristine grasses be stained forever with saber blood? You have found yourself here, by following the Nomad's Call or your own initiative - but what will your fate be?
Tensions were running high as nomads poured across the land through the breach. New prides were formed - Yuura's own swelled to be the dominant one of the region. Bounty was enjoyed by all, until a string of fateful encounters took place. A tresspasser - once defeated, and again imprisoned - working in tandem with a rogue dinofelis brought chaos to the pride when they escaped captivity and began attacking members.
Incensced, the fiery leader Yuura declared war on this new threat - demanded bloodshed in exchange for an attack on their cubs, their home, an adult male alone. Unable to keep her underlings on their leash, the rival pride's leader Shook found herself thrust into conflict - the two troublemakers uniting under her banner.
What will the outcome be? Who will stay on top? Will the sacrifices be worth absolute dominance? New rogues and beasts wander in through the pass every day... Will a third rival rise to crush the squalling prides, or will the wildcard nomads shatter the territories for their own gain?
In the end, Shook's pride fell to the might of the Silvestre pride under Yuura's command. But they were not without losses... And in the abscence of the second saber pride, more sprung up. The lurking threat begins to grow...
Incensced, the fiery leader Yuura declared war on this new threat - demanded bloodshed in exchange for an attack on their cubs, their home, an adult male alone. Unable to keep her underlings on their leash, the rival pride's leader Shook found herself thrust into conflict - the two troublemakers uniting under her banner.
What will the outcome be? Who will stay on top? Will the sacrifices be worth absolute dominance? New rogues and beasts wander in through the pass every day... Will a third rival rise to crush the squalling prides, or will the wildcard nomads shatter the territories for their own gain?
In the end, Shook's pride fell to the might of the Silvestre pride under Yuura's command. But they were not without losses... And in the abscence of the second saber pride, more sprung up. The lurking threat begins to grow...
Act Three - A Land Divided
The silvestre pride enjoyed no respite. Disaster after disaster has struck their pride, and more groups have sprung up. Stranger and stranger beasts wander through the land - no longer is this just a paradise for smilodon. Wolves, lions, megalania, titanoboa, mammoths, megaloceros, giant prehistoric birds and reptiles and predators long thought lost to time. Far from the Silvestre pride claiming absolute dominance, they have found themselves thrown into chaos.
Prides, packs, coalitions - more and more appear, and they all want something.
With so many factions now at large and warring for the right to exist, who will emerge victorious THIS time? The stakes are higher than ever. Choose a side, or stay neutral - but beware getting crushed in between the clashes.
Major Plots in motion;
A mysterious figure commands an army from the desert, spreading his influence and making incursions into Lazarus... But why?
Creatures are emerging from the depths of Vorso Labyrinth into the caverns and the lands above... Where are they from, really? What do they want? Giant Jaguar cultists and more - beasts that almost seem from another world.. A darker world.
A strange beast has been seen in the desert - something never before seen. Some believe it to be a wayward god... And it certainly has its worshipers, who are scouring the peninsula and desert for impressive beings to sacrifice to it.
Rhydian's Pride has been wiped out by the Silvestre, but their leader's mental health is rapidly declining and tensions between members are threatening to tear it apart... What is their fate?
Circula Tenebrae continues to grow and gain influence, but what are their goals? Why are they intruding into the desert?
A monstrous creature covered in spiders has been sighted in the jungle. Just what is going on with it? Is it real or a hallucination? What does it want?
[/spoiler]The silvestre pride enjoyed no respite. Disaster after disaster has struck their pride, and more groups have sprung up. Stranger and stranger beasts wander through the land - no longer is this just a paradise for smilodon. Wolves, lions, megalania, titanoboa, mammoths, megaloceros, giant prehistoric birds and reptiles and predators long thought lost to time. Far from the Silvestre pride claiming absolute dominance, they have found themselves thrown into chaos.
Prides, packs, coalitions - more and more appear, and they all want something.
With so many factions now at large and warring for the right to exist, who will emerge victorious THIS time? The stakes are higher than ever. Choose a side, or stay neutral - but beware getting crushed in between the clashes.
Major Plots in motion;
A mysterious figure commands an army from the desert, spreading his influence and making incursions into Lazarus... But why?
Creatures are emerging from the depths of Vorso Labyrinth into the caverns and the lands above... Where are they from, really? What do they want? Giant Jaguar cultists and more - beasts that almost seem from another world.. A darker world.
A strange beast has been seen in the desert - something never before seen. Some believe it to be a wayward god... And it certainly has its worshipers, who are scouring the peninsula and desert for impressive beings to sacrifice to it.
Rhydian's Pride has been wiped out by the Silvestre, but their leader's mental health is rapidly declining and tensions between members are threatening to tear it apart... What is their fate?
Circula Tenebrae continues to grow and gain influence, but what are their goals? Why are they intruding into the desert?
A monstrous creature covered in spiders has been sighted in the jungle. Just what is going on with it? Is it real or a hallucination? What does it want?
I have left FH behind and nowadays I mainly play Valorant. I hope everyone is doing okay and you're having great lives! <3