It is dizzying at first, not just the landscape, that sinks in later, it’s the sense of wrongness that assails the mind, the sense that wherever you are, this is not the world you were born in, this is NOT earth. It doesn’t come to you immediately why you are so sure, and then the first details hit your conscious mind. This place has no horizon; it stretches as far as you can see. After you come to grips with that, you can start on the landscape. Good Luck. Rolling grassland stretches indefinitely, broken by solitary mountains, impossible rock formations and black, twisted trees older than human thought, and larger than any earth has ever seen. Dominating all of this is …The Storm.
The storm exists on a scale that dwarfs the capacity of the human imagination, it covers the sky completely, and the landscape is lit not by sun, mood, or star, but by the flickering candle of lighting. Thousands of flashes, bolts and innumerable permutations are visible in any direction, at any second, caressing the mountains, crawling along the clouds, and blasting the timeless trees who shrug off the damage and heal, Heaven could never be so Terrible, and Hell never so beautiful, and that is only fitting, welcome, to Purgatory.
I am Clay Allison, one of the very few who call this place home. This realm exists to prepare the mortal mind for eternity, here you are given a taste of what purgatory will be like if you come here again, and, I will be your guide.
Basically, this is a sanctioned RT related thread, all character development, very low combat, for developing RT2 characters. I'll put up the main thread tomorrow, put any questions in here and I'll be glad to answer, if i've already talked to you about it, jump in when I post the main thread.
_________________ We used to play for silver, Now we play for life.
One's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife, Now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall,
There ain't a winner in this game
Who don't go home with all, Not with all...
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