Fliege
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(Test story) In Fliege, the world of light, avains ruled supreme. It was said in the bound scrolls of Tsubaxori that the first god of this world had created birds before His hands touched anything else. He alone decided that birds would spread their wings and fly above all creatures, free above the mortal confinements of the earth. They were the solitary species, a cut above the other lowly beings. Some say that the first birds were actually angels, servants of God who descended down onto land to do His bidding. They were blessed with the gifts of creation and manipulation, and ensured the rest of the world thrived while He sat down and wove the thread of Fate. However, six centuries after the first human child was born, the communities received a prophecy from a dove that had died in the hands of the Head Priest. Three wings of light Return from their right Of madness and evening Shall rob them of lighting The sole source of goodness In this world of darkness And so, as the word spread from mouth to mouth, the world was plunged into a frenzy of chaos and panic, with one question on every lip: Who were these wings? And what would their existence spell for us? ---
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A high-pitched, pain-stricken scream. Like a hawk. That was the sound that echoed through the gloomy sky that evening. The furious clouds banged their drums and distributed fireworks in preparation of the godly tantrum to come, animals of the forest safely tucked away in their little homes. Everything was so quiet until the hawk. A large bird of sorts, you saw it, falling from the sky. Except that it soon errupted into light, like flames, like a meteor. Like a shooting star that was strayed by attraction through gravity in its passage from the east to the west. What you'll find here is just about that. Title says it all. A bunch of roleplay starters from my sophomore year of High School. I hope they may bring you joy and inspiration, in some shape or form. If you like any of these, please do tell. I'd love to go through with any of these, but I haven't yet found somebody willing to read...

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