Vague Premise: There's always been rumours, stories, myths. About the missing continent, Breesia, the nations that died and faded into a thick mist to never be seen again. The sins of the continent met by the wrath of their three power goddesses that bewitched the three nations that ruled to be forever cursed. Each man, woman, and child, would be turned to stone. Regardless or race or species. They would all meet a terrible end. And anyone who dared venture near the lands would join them.
This was all but mere fairy tales of course.
This was legend of three goddesses, Saga, Sif and Skadi. Saga, the oldest, was one of wisdom and knowledge, she crafted her people as such, the Manakete to be beings of long lifespans and wise insight. Sif, the middle, daughter of nature, moulded her people the Therian, to share her understanding and love of the earth. Skadi, the youngest, was a child of craft and hunting, she made her people, the Humans, to be creatures with a burning passion and drive to seek their own ideals.
The Manakete comprised The Vanah Republic, the Therian built the The Svarta Empire, and the Humans established The Kingdom Of Annwyn.
There was peace for the longest time, yet due to unknown reasons, war would break out, and the nations would begin fight among themselves.
It unknown, why, how, or who had caused it, yet the biggest mysterious was the apparent cursed that befell Breesia. Had it really been the Goddesses? It was a question never truly answered. Was it even a cursed? Had it simply been a spell gone horribly wrong? No one would ever known. But was true to some extent, the entire continent of Breesia had been turned to stone, and a heavy fog outsiders had never seen before plagued it since.
The three sisters the, The Trinity of Goddesses. They would all fade. They where beings who run on the power and belief of their people, and without it, their influence would soon die, like a flame of a candle. The entire country was lost to time. Covered in a thick gloom, it's gods gone, it's people gone, it was a wasteland of dead memorises, cemetery a hopes and dreams.
It truly was haunted wasn't it?
The youngest prince of the Kingdom of Arawn, Hendrik von Dietrich, had always been a youngling wish for more in his life then just castle duties and boring meetings with the high nobility of Arawn. When his father mentioned the possibility of a voyage south, he jumped at the chance to prove himself.
But when Hendrik and his men find their ships washing up upon the lost shores of Breesia something seems to have gone terribly wrong. Monsters begin to arise, undead begin swarming, and the only remnants of this forgotten continent lies with three amnesic dwellers who should be long dead along with the rest of their people.
Will a starry-eyed princeling, a grouchy human, a young dragon and a shy beastman be able to discover what lead to Breesia's destruction? Or will they join the graveyard it's now become?
???? - "19 Years Old" (Over 500 Years Old) - Human - Sword User (Lord)
The last living Human of Breesia, a grumpy swordsman with a foggy memory. They have no idea why their still alive nor why they could break free from their stone imprisonment, but the powerful sword they wield may have something to do with it.
This is you! The player character, default name Erin. The concepts of *gender, age and basic human decently are thoroughly lost on you. You are angry, lost and very confused. You have lost your entire country, and now a couple of random louts have plagued what's left of it. You where deemed the Champion of the youngest Goddess, Skadi, you where her prized fighter and followed whatever her priests assigned you. You where very good at your job, very, very good. But that's kinda it, you suck at everything else that isn't wielding a sword. Your bad with people, very, very bad. Your moody, jaded, rather selfish and a bit of a jackass with a foul mouth. But really, aren't you least a little bit valid in your behaviour for everything that's happened as of late? You had a purpose and that was taken away from you, sure the church, the people you followed under saw you nothing as a tool, but that's all you had, you where an orphan with nothing before they took you in.
*(Erin's gender is completely up to the player! Erin is completely androgynous in appearance and whether their male, female, or maybe someone beyond the two is up to your interpretation!)
Female - "150 Years Old" (Over 500 Years Old) - Manakete - Dragonstone User
The last living Manakete of Breesia, a emotionally distance little girl who known more then she lets on. Despite her appearance, she is a competent fighter, her highly valuable dragonstone proving itself an assert in combat.
The young daughter of a rich noblemen, Amara was deemed the next Champion for the oldest Goddess Saga. Despite her young age, she was considered a prodigy among her people with her high intelligence. Yet that was a doubled edged sword for her, due to the pressure of high standards placed upon her and isolation from peers her age in attempts to focus more on her studies, she has trouble understanding other people. She's very blunt and curt, although very unintentionally, she struggles to read people's emotions and social situations. But she tries her best to be helpful and very much does seem to mean well. Most people of late underestimate her due to her appearance, her frail human build. Their all idiots. She is still a dragon, and a very terrifying one at that. She seems to be keeping people in the dark about the nature of her people and the The Vanah Republic. Is she hiding something? Perhaps? But for what reason?
Male - "25 Years Old" (Over 500 Years Old) - Therian - Beastrune User/Bow User
The last living Therian of Breesia, Noel is the shy young prince of Svarta, he holds great potential but often thinks lowly of himself. He an extremely robust bow said to be a gifts from the goddesses.
The high prince of the Svarta Empire, Noel was praised for his intelligence and his abilities in battle, deemed fit as the Champion for Skadi. While Noel may be gifted in battle tactics and schemes he doesn’t strike most as such a type. In truth the young prince enjoys the company of animals instead of people, the bitter treatment of his upbringing leaving him an anxious mess around other people. He often views himself as some kind of burden and is prone to apologising. Despite his more timid nature, Noel holds a strong sense of pride in his people’s culture and beliefs, and doesn’t take well to people dismissing or mocking them. He’s proven himself extremely loyal to the few friends he has, and as his people would so easily put it; once a friend always a friend.
(This is a BIG WIP but please tell me what you think so far!)