Of the PagelingsWhere to begin? Well, to begin, a Pageling is a being, born of the thought and feeling behind a story. While not exactly human, a Pageling will take a human form to blend in. More often than naught, the forms they take will reflect the type of story the Pageling is from. For instance, a tale of love will be presented as a beautiful girl or handsome boy whereas a tale fraught with adventure will have a sturdy Pageling that you would expect to be the story's protagonist. This is true for every Pageling in some degree. But what makes them worthy of this story is their abilities.
Each Pageling has the power of papercraft. No not some cheap parlor trick. Any child with a sheet of paper could fold it into a flower or swan. No, Pagelings are able to conjure paper out of thin air, and with practice, make it take on the shape and abilities of anything they wish. If they want a sword, all they have to do is imagine it and a paper sword will appear to them, stronger than steel but light as a feather. Rumor has it that they can even make creatures from their powers. This makes them not only different, but valuable as weapons and hunted by many. However, these abilities only come forth after a Pageling has been fully realised and practiced them. Most Pagelings go about their lives without realising what they are.
But there always those who know more than you.
The story behind "Of the Pagelings" is the classic, 'things aren't exactly what they seem' story but with a twist. Instead of beasts in disguise, the Pagelings don't know what they are. They go about their lives assuming they are human until they die, are convinced otherwise or are taken by the people hunting them. These hunters are known simply as "The Fallen" and are, as you'd expect, a group of failed Guardians. They have the desire to (what else?) abuse the Pagelings' power for their own gain. As more and more go missing, the Guardians have to step up their game and possibly (definitely) even team up to stop The Fallen, protect their Pageling wards and overall, survive.
Here's the link if anyone is interested. The story's still rough but bit by bit it will grow with the help of all the players!
"I saw the traveler make his way toward the monolith,That thin gash amidst the clouds;
An open seam between heaven and earth that eluded the Eye of God.
Or perhaps it had not; perhaps it beckoned from one realm
To the other, wedded And ruled as one;
For look how clean it splits the horizon 'twain, absorbs it,
Makes it Strange,
An indomitable beam,
A Tower of Heaven."
Source: http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RolePlayGateway/~3/TtLJGQp5lIk/viewtopic.php
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