Post by Member of SkillxPeacexKill on Jun 16, 2009 17:09:45 GMT -5
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An Intermediate Indian Role Play- Click to visit.[/center][/size]
A little bit of history:
Many years ago, small groups of humans formed, one in the tundras, another in the plains and fields, and he other in the darkness of caves and trees. As the tribes adapted to new lifestyles and living with one another they also found a new way of life and a code to live by. The Preditorians are the hunters, as graceful as the wild wolf and as swift as a snake gliding through the trees. They are cunning and fierce, ready to risk their lives for each other and the senior Indians ready to go hungry in order for the younger to eat. They hunt the small and large animals that live among the tundra and the trees, are are always ready to wake up early or stay up all night just to feed their tribe. They have quick wits and are very sensitive, adapting quickly to the freezing cold of the Tundra in the seasons of Winter, and the cool warmth of the Summer. They are wild, free, and confident. They revere the beautiful predators that they hunt along side.
If the Preditorians are wild, like fire and flow like a rushing river, then the Harmonians are the sky, glowing with light and peace and calm love. They are respectful, honest, polite, and are very artistic and knowledgeable. They have transformed herbs and plants found among their beautiful fields into medicine to treat the sick and wounded, and know every single answer to each problem before deciding what to do. They base their lives on peace, and are caregivers, always thinking about helping the weak and those poorer than themselves. They believe in beauty and create brilliant works of art from colors made of plants and other materials the salvage.
And to every light, there is a dark side, a tide of blood full enough to drown every being the world had ever know any anything that stood in the way. The Savagians have become cold and bitter, with their hateful ways an savage crimes came the name they have adopted. Those different, live in fear, believing they will be slaughtered like animals by their own families. There is no light here. The fighters are savage animals, who glory in the blood-lust of fighting and hunting, and marvel at the kill of every person and creature they manage to get in their keen grip. Out of all the tribes they are the darkest and deadliest.
Our Plot:
The three tribes, the Preditorians, Harmonians, and Savagians, after decades of staying within their own lands are finally moving on to look beyond their own borders. For more years than the oldest elder can remember never were the Indians so curious about what lay around their fragile lands. The Preditorians of the northern Tundra are looking down at the Southern Lands, where the Harmonians and Savagians lay, while the other two tribes look North and beside each other. As the tribes encounter each other they see new life styles and different beliefs as well as strange rituals different from their own. The Preditorians are intrigued by the Harmonians knowledge and wit about herbs and medicine, and they wish they had lush, beautiful plains filled with plants within their own lands, rather than just trees, and frozen earth. Some wish to enlarge their hunting grounds and start finding new kinds of prey, as well as getting ready to defend themselves from the ever more growing hostile Savagians that show more threat each day.
The Harmonians are amazed at the hunting and fighting skills of their fellow tribes, but also dismayed at the horror that the Savagians bring along with them, at the murder and bloodshed within the tribe. They admire the hunting skills of the Preditorians but sense they are growing jealous of the herbs and medicine that they own and begin to realize they are not as safe as they once were within their own borders. The Preditorians are not as much of a threat to them as the Savagians though, and they are terrified at what may come, and wish not to be involved in the battle that is destined to come. They would rather not watch friends and family bleeding scarlet into the grass.
The Savagians, proudly spreading panic quickly throughout the other tribes are ready to invade and conquer at any moment, and they believe the other tribes have nothing they can possibly do to stop them. This tribe lacks the wisdom of trying to heal wounds though, that the Preditorians have tried and have no problem with their own people bleeding to death or having their wounds catch infection and die. As the tide for war comes more and more younger Savagian children are picked to train early, and many die before they have time to begin their life. Death quickly spreads across the lands.
Which side will you take? Will you be trying to stay alive with the beautiful, graceful skill of the Preditorians who can hunt better than any other tribe, although they lack the healing herbs in their frozen lands? Would you rather try and maintain peace as a Harmonian, learning how to heal and live in harmony with the other tribes while trying to avoid battle? Or do you love the tearing of flesh and feeling of blood spraying around you and want to fight to the death and enjoyment with the Savagians, who live in shadows of hate and fear? Instead you can just avoid it all as one of the few lone Indians that live on their own just outside the lands of the tribes?