Two Lives (Original RP)

The town of Iron was a small mercenary town, with a few soldiers for defence, but after successfully defending the town from an attack from a neighboring lord, the idea of power and claiming new land finally sunk in. They started researching, and planning, and finally after five years where prepared to start. After many years they grew, expanded. In the region there was barely any that could stand against the power of Iron. Swiftly the Town turned to a City, turned from a City to a City with outposts and Defense Bases, until finally they declared themselves an Empire. The Iron Empire was born under Emperor Daivel. Through their acts of ambition many began to change into more beastly forms. Ogres first, then slowly more horrid creatures that could only be described as Damos.







In opposition a town of Soul in a neighboring region had blossomed. Trade, and religious service brought followers and money to the land. The Town grew quickly with the aid of their Beliefs in Gardoga a God of Freedom and Respect. The flocking hordes of people built, spent, and joined the church which slowly exploded over the years until finally the entire region was under the control of Soul, and they had become a Kingdom.







The current King of Soul is Viador, who is the Nephew of Daivel.







The first march happened at dusk, as the moon went down. Iron attacked Soul... Border towns of Soul were pillaged and destroyed until they got to Kanglora which in its obliteration ended the onslaught. Rumors spread quickly that it was for a single purpose, kidnapping certain people.







In desperation the one they kidnapped used a spell to bring her salvation, but the spell was old, and misunderstood.







Ever wondered what a dream really was?







The modern world is like no other. Technology, is at its beginning stages of life, handheld technology is everywhere, Ipods, Iphones, PSP's, Cell Phones, cars, mega computers. Life is all luxury, not a care in the world for this city. Nevaeh City. Schools are normal, work is normal, there is nothing extravagant about this world.







That is, until the sun slumbers, and the moon sunders.







At night, the moon turns red, and everyone in the city is sent to a completely different world. This world is old, in the feudal ages of life, sword and spear are common place along with magic. In this world war is constant, the area the city was built on is smack dab between the two Regions of Soul and Iron. Both fighting for their own reasons. The Kingdom of Soul is simply trying to survive and prosper. But the Empire of Iron wants the land to expand its power. And they are willing to kill everyone in Soul to do it.











Everyone remembers the events in Soul and Iron when day returns. But no one looks the same in both worlds, and even then some call the world of Soul and Iron their world, born there and will die there. They know nothing of the modern world.







So what happens if you die in the modern world? Are you erased from Soul and Iron too? Does this end your outlook on the modern world? How will you live?