It was hot in the kingdom of Loire as the peasants milled around the quiet streets in the late afternoon sun. Lords from all kingdoms had gathered for the festival of the new bloom, which served as a cover for the real reason they'd come from the neighbouring lands.

The Great Evil had resurfaced; rearing its head after a millennia had passed, its goal to finally eliminate the human race from the planet.

Elven scouts had reported possessed farmers from the east end, pillaging and raging a war within their own villages.

The truth of this evil existed only in the legends that had been passed down to the elves, through the bards of their people, in hushed whispers inside the dreariest of taverns.

Only a few spoke of the wars that had once plagued the land between elves and dwarves, releasing The Great Evil, while elven kings now sat high upon their thrones, refusing to act.

All except one. Minor, who had gathered his people, called upon the greatest of warriors to band together and push back.

Elana, his daughter, stood among them, her own journey to follow. Blonde locks cascaded down her face, hiding her pointed ears as she strolled into the throne room. Eyes of the council turned towards her, grimacing at the sight of her body covered in a man's tunic.

“Daughter, you are late.” Minor chastised her lightly, even as he slowly encased a protective arm around her shoulders and guided her forth.

“The prophecy, has revealed more than I could hope to uncover. It speaks of a child, born of the blood of Men and Elves. Born into the harshest of nights, that could save us all,” he announced. “My daughter, will find and return this man to lead the resistance against the evil that is coming.”

Shocked eyes settled on her small frame, while disgust marred their faces.

“Preposterous, Elves would not lower themselves to follow a human.” Gorak spoke out, his hazel eyes showing the full length of his hatred of man. Minor slowly shook his head at the others, his aged features showing clearly that he did not hold to the same rules of not mixing the bloodlines, unlike his peers.

“He is human and elf,” Minor said.

“An abomination!” Gorak countered.

“Just the same, she will go.”

“Where would you even find this man?” Mirana kindest of all elven questioned, her sharp blue eyes calculating each moment that passed.

“He is in the south, I will ride there at the dawn of the new day,” Elana said, her mind made up. She had seen the vision, knew what was to come, and she would bring the human back to lead his people.

What I’m looking for in this role play: A long-term world building, slow burn, role play. My character is Elana, one of the last Elven princesses. She has been tasked to find you, a half Elf/Human outcast, and return you to the elven stronghold to unite the humans with elves, in order to fight the Great Evil spreading across the land.

Who are you? The saviour of the world! Your personality I leave to you, but you will be half human and half elf, an outcast from both worlds, yet because of your bloodline, you will unite both worlds.

How to respond: Write a 3-4 paragraph continuation to the RP prompt. Please include a little about your character (if not in your initial response) and any thoughts on where you would like to see the RP going.

Turn-on’s: Guy who knows what he’s doing, character building, warriors.

Turn-off’s: Derogatory, Humiliation, Bathroom play, Children, Virgins.

Notes: I will take a while in picking someone, please be patient, and I’ll get back to you either way. As long as this is open please feel free to get in touch

Status: Open