welcome to gathering souls, an open medieval fantasy rpg where you can be almost anything you can imagine. simply create your character, and begin your journey as whoever you want. make friends, be challenged with tasks, or even battle. go on a wondrous quest that will take you on an timeless journey, or relax in the pub with your dwarven friend. there are many ways you can do this, but the choice is yours.
“resident really dark guy, that one dude that just stalks the forums all day and night, local insomnia expert. the like, only male staff member, to bro talk with about bro stuff. ”
“admirer of drama and PLOTS. plots. love plots - plllooooootttsss. <3's to camp with her horses. also a photoshop addict. <3's cleaning and organizing. official maid of GS. ”
“Not only is he a charmer in a sense of his own mind, I find Rhove an extremely in depth character with much to him that one must find out by themselves. Despite his small size, he makes up for it with a boastful personality of spirit and pride. ”
“Well, this is the continuation of the Luminous and Noxious leaders love story. Its quite a hilarious read, and if you like romance, and a little dragon humor, its a thread to read!”
“He was generally bad at not sleeping with people he found attractive. [...] Which meant he either had to start hanging out with ugly people, and bearing their aesthetic atrocities, or he had to develop a fabled thing called willpower. Dear me, that sounded difficult.” - Rhove, Three's a Crowd
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update 3/15/2012
The skin has been updated! How does it look? If you find any malfunctioning codes, or colors that clash, please pm st sinclair.
Also, the March OTM Nominations are up! Please head to the announcement board to post up your nominations!
plot update 3/15/2012
The plot thickens as the soul alignment leaders have been chosen! The Maelstrom is awakening, and the fight for Era is about to begin. To participate in this plot there is the Maelstrom board, with the thread 'The Reckoning' in it. Check it out!
Welcome to Gathering Souls! This is your first pit-stop before you start RPing! You will find the rules and the story here! Please read the rules before making your character!
Characters! Here you will be able to create your character, and set up a log book (if you wish!) with all your characters! Character related stuff goes here!
-- password for creation boards are located somewhere in the rules.
Don't let the name fool you, this board is more about you guys than it is about us! Here, you can pitch any suggestions or concerns, take part in polls and discussions, and here you can find our store!
This is where the history of Gathering Souls is kept. If a thread is either finished, neglected, or asked to be moved into the archives, this is where it will be held.
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The grass has singed into nothing but ash. The trees themselves are twisted with the fierce winds that the vortex spawned, their trunks crystallized in painful glass. The ground itself singes with a subtle smolder as in the sky, darkened clouds hover and orbit the dreadful churning portal in the air. The Maelstrom rages as its reach expands, roars tear through the air as the beat of wings match with the ever-furious beating of their frightened hearts.
It is called The Crossroads is because it is near a main road of transport and trade. The Crossroads is in a large, green and open field, incredibly abundant with rich greens and dozens of picturesque pieces of scenery. Rivers cut and cascade throughout the land, and a large ferry waits across the ford: yet another means of arriving there. To the opposite side of the landscape are large cliffs, some break into caves, surrounded by a small forest where wildlife is numerous. The actually building itself is a massive villa, or an estate rather, run by the eccentric family that owns the property. Their manor is welcome to all, for slight monetary compensation in exchange for the wonderful services that consist of luxurious suites, a room converted into a tavern, and an adjacent ballroom near the lavish foyer and across the way from the outside garden masterpiece. Claiming to have something for everyone, the manor will respect all who enter. Start a fight? Sure, why not. Maybe stay up late with the shady folk and take part in some high-stakes gambling, or join in the races that take place outside after dusk. Just try not to get thrown out, or get killed. It can ruin the festivities when there’s blood all over the wall.
A large mahogany board is posted in the town square and several parchments have been nailed to the wooded sign; each of these paper leaflets depicts Wanted signs, job openings, and etc. This is an OOC board.
A decently sized city where all may mingle with each other. Here there is a vast selection of bars, shops, medicines, and is overall a great place to meet friends, or enemies.
Loaii Mokoua is a massive island in the south seas of Era. All the other islands in that part of the world were formed volcanically, but there is no indication it was. The coasts are several hundred feet high, absolutely sheer and white as marble. It’s as though it was cut out from some other part of the world and set there. The closest land is several hundred nautical miles away, and the sea directly around the coast drops off with the same immediacy as the rock faces on the coast. The land is dominated by rolling hills and dramatic cliffs. Huge forests, providing a never-ending bounty of food and wood cover the southernmost fringes, while a dense jungle lies to the east. Dotting the land are ruins of a former age; and at night, the silhouettes of monstrous creatures stalk the plains.