Post by Sam on Oct 22, 2015 19:36:39 GMT -8
About
Sanctuary of Tears is a role-play group for all mature teens and adults. There may be adult content, you were warned. Below there is a description of the place where most events will take place, however you are allowed to create your own branches. Original characters and borrowed characters are welcomed, though please do not plagiarize. And do note that length of your post does not matter. You are welcome to invite your friends and spread word about this place, just make sure it is safely. I will be needed other moderators to help me watch over and control the main events-apply if you wish by messaging me. Feel free to ask me any questions.
Sanctuary of Tears is a role-play group for all mature teens and adults. There may be adult content, you were warned. Below there is a description of the place where most events will take place, however you are allowed to create your own branches. Original characters and borrowed characters are welcomed, though please do not plagiarize. And do note that length of your post does not matter. You are welcome to invite your friends and spread word about this place, just make sure it is safely. I will be needed other moderators to help me watch over and control the main events-apply if you wish by messaging me. Feel free to ask me any questions.
Rules
Sanctuary of Tears
- Do not bully
- Do not god-mod
- Do not kill another character w/o permission
- Respect all
- Listen to mods
- Respect sensitivities
- Do not plagiarize
You will be removed if you break above rules
WANT TO JOIN?
If you still want to join, please post your character profile in the titled thread and head to the main posting section! In the future, there may be more divided by event, place, and perhaps time. If it turns to be popular, I will consider making a "slow post" section and a "speed post" section for the activity rates. Below is the final section to read before you begin, a small introduction to the Sanctuary of Tears.
Sanctuary of Tears
Brittle, dead grass was layered in ash, tress barren of leaves stretched to the sky, and carcasses littered the ground. Rotten leaves were strewn beneath a canopy of branches, fallen long ago. A still lake of black waters with a frozen waterfall presided to the left of a small glade. Heavy black clouds rolled across the sky, a never ending stream of thunder and torrents of ash. No footsteps fell, not a breath was breathed in the confines of these trees.
No one had ever come to this place and left alive, their bones buried beneath the fallen ash and leaves. No one wanted to come here, most did not know of its existence. Those who did feared it and feared its guardian. The Archangel of Death, a cold woman who possessed a deadly sword.
There was also a tree. A dead pink cherry tree empty of blossoms.
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No one had ever come to this place and left alive, their bones buried beneath the fallen ash and leaves. No one wanted to come here, most did not know of its existence. Those who did feared it and feared its guardian. The Archangel of Death, a cold woman who possessed a deadly sword.
There was also a tree. A dead pink cherry tree empty of blossoms.
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Knee high grass swayed in the wind, bending to the gentle breeze. Tall trees bright with green leaves spread into the sky, creating a shaded forest. Deer darted between the wide tree trunks, halting to drink from the blue waters that stemmed from a small waterfall to the left of a small glade. White clouds floated through a sky of blue, promising a clear sky in the evening. There were quiet murmurs and footprints in the mud.
The bones buried beneath the dirt were forgotten. Not many knew of this place, and those who did searched for it constantly. It had once been feared, along with its guardian.
There is a tree. A pink cherry tree with blossoms in constant bloom.
This place connects the layers of time and place. It stretches from past to future and from the discovered to the unknown. This place is a widely renowned place. It is a place where its inhabitants are known for their strength and bravery, their open arms and love for each other. This place has people of all kinds, humans, supernatural, the created, and the creators. And it is loved by each of them. It is their home away from home.
This place is called The Sanctuary of Tears. It is not a safe place and it is not a place easily given up. The people of the Sanctuary will fight until their last breath. And their last breath will be a winning breath. Only haven lived in its confines a year, they have altered existence as a whole. People have died, people have lived, and people have changed.
The once desolate land is now full of life. And there is a tree. It’s pink blossoms signaling the hope for all of eternity.
The Sanctuary of Tears is not only in words, but in mind as well. The Sanctuary, or Glade as it is known affectionately, presides over my conscious. It is the safe haven of thought. Everyone has their version of Sanctuary of Tears. Their creation varying to each individual, some still wander the ash laden grounds while others relax in the meadows of flowers.
No one speaks about their Sanctuary of Tears, it is a sacred place.
The bones buried beneath the dirt were forgotten. Not many knew of this place, and those who did searched for it constantly. It had once been feared, along with its guardian.
There is a tree. A pink cherry tree with blossoms in constant bloom.
This place connects the layers of time and place. It stretches from past to future and from the discovered to the unknown. This place is a widely renowned place. It is a place where its inhabitants are known for their strength and bravery, their open arms and love for each other. This place has people of all kinds, humans, supernatural, the created, and the creators. And it is loved by each of them. It is their home away from home.
This place is called The Sanctuary of Tears. It is not a safe place and it is not a place easily given up. The people of the Sanctuary will fight until their last breath. And their last breath will be a winning breath. Only haven lived in its confines a year, they have altered existence as a whole. People have died, people have lived, and people have changed.
The once desolate land is now full of life. And there is a tree. It’s pink blossoms signaling the hope for all of eternity.
The Sanctuary of Tears is not only in words, but in mind as well. The Sanctuary, or Glade as it is known affectionately, presides over my conscious. It is the safe haven of thought. Everyone has their version of Sanctuary of Tears. Their creation varying to each individual, some still wander the ash laden grounds while others relax in the meadows of flowers.
No one speaks about their Sanctuary of Tears, it is a sacred place.
