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The year is 2073. The effects of overpopulation had set in; with too little food and water to support everyone, people rebelled against their governments, thinking they could fix this. Too many failed, and society collapsed almost entirely. Raiders and millitants, refered to collectively as The Uncivilized, roamed the land, attacking the remaining settlements for their resources and out of petty revenge. Global warming had slowed with the lessened use of automobiles, but the effects remained in the greatly reduced land area. From certain parts of the coastline, the ruins of once-great cities could be seen; skyscrapers, eroded and coated in moss and barnacles, jut upward from the ocean surface.
Like a light in the dark, small civilizations remain, working to fix the mistakes of their ancestors. Among the largest of these is New Alaska. Located in a cold climate and an area of low population density, the people of Alaska were able to rebuild quickly. Without having to focus too much on defense against The Uncivilized, they were able to advance. Unable to find an easy solution to the fall of human civilization on Earth, they set their sights to the stars. They began to build rockets, five of them, to find them a new planet to call home. They made good time, as raider attacks decreased markedly during construction; they thought nothing of it, and it would come back to bite them. Outside of the 200 square mile city, The Uncivilized pooled their resources into an attack. They refused to allow those others to succeed where they had failed, to abandon their brethren. The night of the launch, they flooded the city, and fired ten missiles at the rockets.
The rockets were knocked off of it's course; originally headed toward Saturn's moon Titan, they now headed toward interstellar space. With quick thinking and the remainder of the rockets' fuel, the commander managed to steer them toward Proxima Centauri. Just before The Collapse, a new form of energy, called Anima, had been discovered and harnessed. So, while it would take easily a hundred years to travel there with nuclear propulsion, they were able to reach the star in twenty years.
Orbiting around an unfamiliar star, with no contact with Earth... It was a nightmare of uncertainty and loneliness. They sent out exploration probe to the star's habitable zone, where an Earth-like planet was believed to lie, hoping beyond hope that they would find a way to survive this.
Unbeknownst to them, that planet very much existed, and it's inhabitants were watching them closely. Well, one of them, anyway.
The Arcanist peered through the Eye of a Thousand Lenses. He did this every day, every minute almost, but this time was different. On the other side of the telescope, there was something new. Five silhouettes, framed perfectly against Essol. They almost reminded the arcane god of birds, but that was absurd. Birds? In space? Yet there they were. While he pondered, word got out. Soon, everyone was watching the space birds. What were they? Where did they come from? Both questions, among others, were often asked around dinnertime.
Just when the public's fascination began to die down, one clan found something in their territory.
Rules-
(I shouldn't have to tell you this, but all FR rules apply)
1) No NSFW. Not even fade-to-black.
2) Romance, however, is allowed.
3) No fighting OOC.
4) Only ping whoever your character is interacting with.
5) No Mary-sues or powerplay. I will warn you if I think you're powerplaying; if I have to warn you more than twice, you will be banned.
6) Each person is allowed 3 dragon characters, 2 human characters, and 1 beastclan character.
7) If you've read these, put your favorite dragon breed in you favorite color in the Passcode section of the form. You only need to do this once.
8) Please notify me if you might be inactive for long periods of time.
9) STAY ON TOPIC!
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Dragons-
Arcanist- (@Pyra)
Clan leader- (1/1)
-Tellugamal (@Pyra)
Vice leader- (1/1)
-Ryuu (@darkmicewar)
Guards- (3/3)
-Hydrogen (@FreezingRain)
-Annie Leonhardt (@DragonLady28)
-Glitched (@Lamenting)
Healers- (1/3)
-Telthra (@Pyra)
Denmothers (Females tending nests)- (0/5)
Clansdrakes (Lower-ranking members)- (2/10)
-Scyfax (@Pyra)
-Lila (@luckgandor)
Hatchlings- (1/5)
-EmeraldWings (@EmeraldDragon22)
Beastclan-
Beastclan leader- (1/1)
-Talona (@darkmicewar)
Vice leader- (1/1)
-Myse (@cicatrix)
Warriors- (0/5)
Healers- (0/5)
Spies- (0/3)
Humans-
Currently unavailable
Tellugamal sat in silence at the highest point in his territory, a starwood tree, looking out over the stretch of unnaturally pink land he controlled. As much as he loved his work, he also enjoyed stepping out for fresh air every once in a while. He leaned back against the trunk, and held in his hands a porcelain cup filled with warmed sugarmelon juice. A freezing winter breeze rushed past, making him shiver. Perhaps, he thought, now was not the best time to be outside without proper winter apparel. He carefully held the still half full cup with one wing, and began to climb his way down. He couldn't glide, as he'd torn a muscle in a flying accident a few weeks prior; something he was still upset with himself over. But, as soon as he took a step, a distant rumble and flash of light in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned his to look, and spotted a light followed by a thick trail of smoke. A meteor? Or perhaps...
"Ryuu!" he called as he climbed down quicker, knowing he'd require his second-in-command's help.
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@darkmicewar @EmeraldDragon22 @FreezingRain @luckgandor @cicatrix @DragonLady28 @Lamenting
The year is 2073. The effects of overpopulation had set in; with too little food and water to support everyone, people rebelled against their governments, thinking they could fix this. Too many failed, and society collapsed almost entirely. Raiders and millitants, refered to collectively as The Uncivilized, roamed the land, attacking the remaining settlements for their resources and out of petty revenge. Global warming had slowed with the lessened use of automobiles, but the effects remained in the greatly reduced land area. From certain parts of the coastline, the ruins of once-great cities could be seen; skyscrapers, eroded and coated in moss and barnacles, jut upward from the ocean surface.
Like a light in the dark, small civilizations remain, working to fix the mistakes of their ancestors. Among the largest of these is New Alaska. Located in a cold climate and an area of low population density, the people of Alaska were able to rebuild quickly. Without having to focus too much on defense against The Uncivilized, they were able to advance. Unable to find an easy solution to the fall of human civilization on Earth, they set their sights to the stars. They began to build rockets, five of them, to find them a new planet to call home. They made good time, as raider attacks decreased markedly during construction; they thought nothing of it, and it would come back to bite them. Outside of the 200 square mile city, The Uncivilized pooled their resources into an attack. They refused to allow those others to succeed where they had failed, to abandon their brethren. The night of the launch, they flooded the city, and fired ten missiles at the rockets.
The rockets were knocked off of it's course; originally headed toward Saturn's moon Titan, they now headed toward interstellar space. With quick thinking and the remainder of the rockets' fuel, the commander managed to steer them toward Proxima Centauri. Just before The Collapse, a new form of energy, called Anima, had been discovered and harnessed. So, while it would take easily a hundred years to travel there with nuclear propulsion, they were able to reach the star in twenty years.
Orbiting around an unfamiliar star, with no contact with Earth... It was a nightmare of uncertainty and loneliness. They sent out exploration probe to the star's habitable zone, where an Earth-like planet was believed to lie, hoping beyond hope that they would find a way to survive this.
Unbeknownst to them, that planet very much existed, and it's inhabitants were watching them closely. Well, one of them, anyway.
The Arcanist peered through the Eye of a Thousand Lenses. He did this every day, every minute almost, but this time was different. On the other side of the telescope, there was something new. Five silhouettes, framed perfectly against Essol. They almost reminded the arcane god of birds, but that was absurd. Birds? In space? Yet there they were. While he pondered, word got out. Soon, everyone was watching the space birds. What were they? Where did they come from? Both questions, among others, were often asked around dinnertime.
Just when the public's fascination began to die down, one clan found something in their territory.
Rules-
(I shouldn't have to tell you this, but all FR rules apply)
1) No NSFW. Not even fade-to-black.
2) Romance, however, is allowed.
3) No fighting OOC.
4) Only ping whoever your character is interacting with.
5) No Mary-sues or powerplay. I will warn you if I think you're powerplaying; if I have to warn you more than twice, you will be banned.
6) Each person is allowed 3 dragon characters, 2 human characters, and 1 beastclan character.
7) If you've read these, put your favorite dragon breed in you favorite color in the Passcode section of the form. You only need to do this once.
8) Please notify me if you might be inactive for long periods of time.
9) STAY ON TOPIC!
Roles-
Dragons-
Arcanist- (@Pyra)
Clan leader- (1/1)
-Tellugamal (@Pyra)
Vice leader- (1/1)
-Ryuu (@darkmicewar)
Guards- (3/3)
-Hydrogen (@FreezingRain)
-Annie Leonhardt (@DragonLady28)
-Glitched (@Lamenting)
Healers- (1/3)
-Telthra (@Pyra)
Denmothers (Females tending nests)- (0/5)
Clansdrakes (Lower-ranking members)- (2/10)
-Scyfax (@Pyra)
-Lila (@luckgandor)
Hatchlings- (1/5)
-EmeraldWings (@EmeraldDragon22)
Beastclan-
Beastclan leader- (1/1)
-Talona (@darkmicewar)
Vice leader- (1/1)
-Myse (@cicatrix)
Warriors- (0/5)
Healers- (0/5)
Spies- (0/3)
Humans-
Currently unavailable
Tellugamal sat in silence at the highest point in his territory, a starwood tree, looking out over the stretch of unnaturally pink land he controlled. As much as he loved his work, he also enjoyed stepping out for fresh air every once in a while. He leaned back against the trunk, and held in his hands a porcelain cup filled with warmed sugarmelon juice. A freezing winter breeze rushed past, making him shiver. Perhaps, he thought, now was not the best time to be outside without proper winter apparel. He carefully held the still half full cup with one wing, and began to climb his way down. He couldn't glide, as he'd torn a muscle in a flying accident a few weeks prior; something he was still upset with himself over. But, as soon as he took a step, a distant rumble and flash of light in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned his to look, and spotted a light followed by a thick trail of smoke. A meteor? Or perhaps...
"Ryuu!" he called as he climbed down quicker, knowing he'd require his second-in-command's help.
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