Ever since the path to the Heavenly Lands of Asgard and the Strange distant world of Utgard had been reopened, inhabitants of both worlds have entered Midgard. Those who came to Midgard seeked simpler lives, away from the turbulence of their homelands. Though hesitant mankind accepted them, and soon they lived in harmony.
However, word was out that at the same time the Midgard seal had been undone... Six other seals were broken as well... As was the way to Niflheim and in turn the Ginnungagap. Soon enough a plague quickly infected the people of Midgard; angels and demons included. Their homelands were also affected and as a result the worlds were quickly sent into turmoil. Some of the older demons who lived to be thousands and thousands of years old said it was comparable to the devastating Black Plague of the olden Midgard. Soon enough after a devastating death toll the plague (labeled Élivágar's Embrace) faded and people started to slowly recover from the effects the plague had brought with it.
Since the plague had faded, life seemed to return to normal.. But then people began to notice something very, very wrong.
People who died from Élivágar's Embrace were rising from the dead as if they never died in the first place. Their flesh pure and untainted, full of vitality. Naturally panic rose and the undead had been nearly cast out. People who tried to banish those who lived to see day once more were slowly disappearing, reappearing once again acting almost like completely different people.
Now in the present, the fear of monsters of the past now gone thanks to the demons and angels teaming up with the local guilds a new scare arises in the hearts of many.
Another tale of the world, once again written in blood.
"Another sky pirate attack?"
"Aye, 'eh've been 'appening a lot, these days."
"What with the current panic from the plague, they really are taking advantage of the situation."
"Aye... Common folk are like flounderin' fish."
In the lone port of Syhi the boats creaked as the gentle evening breeze made the waves of the water come forth. The occasional gull crying in the distance only added to the peaceful atmosphere. As sailors chatted outside the local pubs, wanderers hurrying for inns or their homes passed hurriedly. Even in the quiet of the night the slowly welling fear of the Élivágar's Embrace was in the hearts of many. However, one man darbed entirely in a black cloak that looks as though it has protected it's owner from the elements for many years approached the two sailors who were tending to their ship before entering the pub for the night. From underneath the hood one could see the bright, blazing eyes the youth bore of crimson. His face was framed with red curls that were cropped just below his chin.
The newcomer gave the sailors a slight bow and greeted them, "Good evening, men."
The pair of sailors gave the man a nod. One replied, "'ello. You a traveler?"
The red eyed youth nodded, "Yeh. Do you men know the fastest route to the port city, York?"
"Take a carriage northeast. In a week and a half you'll reach York.. Beware the desert though. Nasty creatures roam those lands."
"Ah.. Thanks." the red haired man turned to walk off in a stride so quick the two sailors didn't have a chance to say anymore to the man.
The red eyed youth was quick to leave the town, but of course he grabbed a few provisions before embarking on his trip. On the outskirts of Syhi waited a lone horse. It's coat was a sleek reddish brown and the look in it's eyes belonged to the wild. The man pat the stallion on the neck and climbed up onto it's back. With a deep breath he looked to the stars and removed his hood to reveal the drooping, pointed ears. Shapes hifting magic slowly unraveled and revealed a pair of horns shaped like a bull's, as well as a black tail in the likeness of the Devil.
Drake Romero felt more at ease in the lands of Midgard, surprisingly enough. However, a mere vacation from his home world Utgard wasn't the reason for why he was here.
The man reached into the bag he brought with him out of town and pulled out a loaf of bread. As he tied up the bag and strapped it to his horse quick, he gave the steed a swift kick and with a whinny they embarked into the night. His job was to study the new illness... The Élivágar's Embrace for the Utgard Royal family. Prince Cornelius was being generous in regards to a reward but it wasn't surprising in the least, what with said illness ravaging both Asgard and Utgard as of late. Even Lady Frigga of Asgard was looking to graciously reward whoever found the cause and if possible, a cure!
After all, the Seven Virtues- the Seven Archangels, have not appeared ever since the events two hundred and ninety three years ago... Though it is evident they are present somewhere in the world... Somewhere. There are rumors that angelic figures often come to people in need, and reportedly they had always been the Seven Archangels according to Frigga. Perhaps they were working on finding a cure for the illness?
Whatever the case, the night was still young and he had to press on to York to catch a ferry to the eastern lands.
A bit more random plot stuff from before the start of the actual RP plot that will make it's way into the OOC thread for this just to say I haven't forgotten about this. Also hi Drake.
I'll have a few more random update crap as summer rolls in. The Burning Steel series will continue soon too with it's third and final segment (Burning Steel, Paradise Lost, Finish the Promise
). Once we finish up that this new RP in the making will have it's OOC thread up.
The events are loosely related to the Burning Steel series and with some returning cast members but you don't need to be part of the Burning Steel series to join.