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Click to vote for or submit a 'scenario' (Previously the Dark Angel Sanctuary)    
~Only Dark Angels allowed~ The land where the sanctuary lies is wide and flat, a land where no trees grow, and is instead overflowed by endless gardens of flowers of various soft colors and shapes. Their scents are overhwhelming and visibly tended to often. From a sky always dominated by clouds, it rains often, but not all the time. One straight stone path goes through the thick, delicate gardens, leading to an end announced by an elegant white trellis, the briar of the flowers enwrapping its colloms with its thorns in a deadly embrace. Beyond it but not far from the gardens is the dark sanctuary of dreams - a gothic cathedral of divine beauty and carved angels. Behind the structure lies a domain of blood red rose gardens. They are precious to Mortis, the master of this place.
Within, the halls of the sanctuary are empty, only the high windows which pour of the light of the moon, or the sun of the day in ethereal streams bring life into its dark elegance. Its light is undisturbing to the shadows of the rooms that dwell around it.
The Blood Tavern     At the top of a small hill, in the center of a long winding dirt road lies the tavern. on either end of the road lies, several hours away, a very small town, if any at all. The road is lined with endless forest on both sides. At first look the outside appears just another old tavern. though there's a slight feel of something else going on. Inside, it still looks like your typical tavern with tables and chairs, a few patrons, back rooms for, "fun and pleasure" or some other desire/need, rooms for rent to rest for the weary traveller etc. but there's an eerie feel to the tavern. it smells not only of the typical persperation, alcohol and wood, but also of blood. Being so far from any town and civiliztion it's slow business. it seems quietest during the day, while most in the tavern sleep and others continue on their ways. Woodsmen, rangers and other forest folk and workers are the main patrons, sometimes merchants and other traders as well, but one never knows who or what will show up.
The Darkened Forest  A dark forest with a meadow in the center. sunlight barely sees throught he trees' canopy but the meadow is always lit up by the sun or star and moonlight. there is a small pool of water fed by a small waterfall in the deepest depths of the forest where the forest residents(animals and such) go to drink. the edge of the forest lies on a road that seems to stretch endlessly with no sign of civilization for many miles, except one eerie seeming tavern (known in these parts as "the blood tavern"). At the center of The, seemingly endless, Darkened Forest lies a clearing. lies the starry meadow, this beutiful little meadow (or valley) is open to the sky. by day it's lit and teaming with flowers and wildlife. there is a small rising in the ground, like a foothill in the center of the meadow. it's been seen by night some deer grazing there as well as a few other animals sitting just gazing at the moon. Some animals stay at the edge of the trees, others venture out into the middle of the meadow. Deep within the forest, almost at the edge, lies a few stony hills that grow into mountains a couple of which are dormant and/or dead volcanoes. these treacherous hills, mountains and volcanoes prevent many from entering the forest from this side.
at the foot of these hills lies a small water hole fed by a small streaming waterfall
The Emerald Wood  An enchanted wood of green light. Fog settles thick in most areas, and it rains plenty. There are many hidden places, many animals, and it is peaceful with the sound of it all. An old grey tower is found deep within it, dusted with the curling aged fingers of unswept vines, their thorns protectful and painful around the tattered building. Curiosity will find that the mystery of the building still holds even as it is found empty.
 ~~~~~~ (click for subforum and setup)    The Wolves' Den This is the main den of the cult's Wolves' Den rp threads. All members of the cult (provided they have a character for this rp) are welcome. any member that may have created their own pack or is a member of another pack, is also allowed here in peace. Welcome to a place alive with the sounds of the forest. Come and Join the pack that will accept you bring you in among the ranks. When you come you enter a forest that doesn't seem nearly as inviting as those that dwell within. As you walk down the path you can hear them calling to each other in the distance. This is a home, or rest stop, for the wolves of the cult. come here to relax after a hunt, to have fun with the pups, etc. Here is a vast place. Ranging from forest to meadow, a stream runs beside this place. There is a wide range of animals here. Here lies a few stony hills that grow into mountains a couple of which are dormant and/or dead volcanoes. at the top, (where this scene is set), and within the hills htere are smaller pools heated by the rocks around them which absorb their heat from both the sun by day and the dormant volcanoe(s) nearby. *all characters can be used here. ~~~~~~ The Playroom | The World Within This is similar to a "random chat" thread. The setting for this roleplay is whatever you want. It is a blank page. A clean slate. No need to set up a character, the character is YOU and whatever you choose to create with your imagination. Say whatever and *do* whatever.
Behind the walls of a normal seeming city lies a kingdom only seen in the dreams of humans.
Mystical beings of all kinds roam free except for the occasional domesticated griffon, unicorn, pegusus and the like, that's not to say they don't run wild in some parts, though. Beings and creatures of both light and dark live in this other-world realm. Create your own from your imagination or attempt to use one from some mythology.     A very large city, brimming with many noises in the midst of its silent beauty. The grey cobble streets are covered in the pink petals of the dark blossom trees of which tower over beside the walkways, and which reside in all the land. Lowly mountains cradle around the settlement. Once untouched by the sword, the city was a hamlet of properous peace, but many years ago, it had fallen to war. The end of the war is marked within the fields of eumelia, and the surrender of the enemy, and though as tragic as its was, not even its wrath could steal the beauty of this place. Now, it once again lays in peace, growing in trade and size.
This is an endless forest of blossom trees, fragile magic, and fairies. It is planted of many tall, slim and dark trees, crowned with pale pink flowers. This place holds much wind of which lets the flowers fall all the time - and so the ground, at all times, is covered by its delicate petals. Little giggles are often heard...You cannot find this place if you seek it - only wanderers may stumble and find themeselves in its mysterious, but sweet midst.
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