Final Fantasy Reverie

Gretchen removed the key that she always keeps round her neck, and unlocked the chest a blast of power emitted from the chest as if it was awakening for the first time in years. She removed from the chest an object wrapped in cloth. Gretchen gently removed the cloth from the object. The object was a short sword of the purest white, Jewels were inlaid in the hilt shimmered with power.

Gretchen held the blade in front of her the blade pointing in the air as if she was saluting someone. "Heavens hidden power, entrusted to the Guardians, I speak in whispers as your humble servant. Become my blade, my soul, Bring your eternal light forward and shine upon the world." Spoke Gretchen softly, a light burst from the blade and engulfed Gretchen.

" You, who wish to use our power," Spoke the sword with a soft voice. " What is it you desire, Your intentions must be pure or we will destroy you." Gretchens hair flew around her as she spoke to the sword. "My intention is to bring peace once again to this world, To destroy the shadow that engulfs the land, will you hear my plea?"

" Your intentions are of pure heart, Gretchen Spellweaver. We shall entrust our powers to you, and of your friends. But they must unlock this power from deep within, You shall serve as their guide. This is your price, you must pay. Remember the Heavens are watching. Now Go forth and become once again a Hero." The sword spoke as the light began to dim. Gretchen was now wearing pure white robes and the wrinkles on her face slowly began to fade, Her hair what once was silvery was now, a firey red.

The guardians have failed and disappeared when the universe needs them the most. The Gods have fled this plane of existence for the safe heaven of the heavens.

At the gates of the end, stands a dark army awaiting the destruction of this universe. The first target is Lanatha, this was the first to fall. From there the Dark Lords armies tore down the few remaining barriers barring his existence in this universe. All Hope has fallen and it is up to those who are brave enough, to travel the passageways of time, and heal this universe. Hurry for I feel the end is near.

~ Prequel to the Night. December 2665 a message sent backwards through the rift..

Captain Jack wrote:Hello, everyone.

It pleases me to announce that part of the
Eternal Quest RP system is ready for you to access, and begin your
adventure. We have went through and made it easier for you to create
your characters and begin your stories.

You may start signing up here : http://www.ffreverie.net/t1317-sign-up-form.htm

All profiles have been archived. and we all are beginning afresh. The job
class travelers has been rewritten, also further power-caps (to prevent
powerplaying) have been added to the system. Here are some more things
that have been changed.

Locations thinned down.
Easy access to information.
Jobs and races thinned.
Rp-wide plots removed (For the time being we want you to create your own stories.)

We hope you enjoy what we have done to the system and hopefully we have thinned out alot of confusion.

Captain Jack
And the Reverie Staff.

It's been 200 years since the Guardians defeated the Dark Lord on the Plains of Paramina. The gods thought that since they gave the lands the Guardians to protect them they would be happy, but many died in the war, and in the famines and droughts that followed. The people cursed the names of the gods, blaming them for the wrongs of the world.


Some gods grew angry at the people for rejecting them, for cursing them. The more they saw and heard the harder their hearts became. They were no longer the gods of the land. They became twisted versions of their previous selves reaching down to spread more misery among the people who rejected them. They were The Fallen.

The other gods retreated, no longer concerning themselves with the lives of men. Waiting until the world could be theirs again. Or until it became time to make a new world.

Humans began blaming the other races for their woes. Being far out-manned the Vampires and Werewolves retreated from the lands of Humans returning to lives of seclusion. As they retreated others came from the mountains. Some Elves began venturing out from the hidden valleys teaching humans better ways to grow food and craft goods while some Dwarves came out from under the mountains and began crafting tools, weapons, and Armour for the surfacers.

As the knowledge of these two races spreads trying to better the lives of men so does the power of the Fallen run rampant. Corrupting the weak to do their bidding, commanding men to ransack the land.

Will the world ever be at peace again? Will the remaining gods grace the world with Guardians to protect them again or are we all cursed to fall to darkness and be devoured by evil?