It's been at least 1000 years since the mushroom war and since then, civilization has slowly built itself up more and more with each passing day, though around every corner there is a new and dangerous threat. It is up to the Candy Kingdoms secret alliance of allies to protect the Candy People from every threat through whatever means necessary. Although Finn and Jake are around a lot and are able to take care of things themselves, they also run their own lives and are not sealed to the Candy Council's Code, unlike the AoA that shield the kingdom. Each member in the AoA has been classed in their own skill that they usually spend their entire lives training for. The AoA are not Candy People, but are generally found abandoned in the forest or given to the Alliance as a gift. None are human, and the closest to human's have strange DNA changing abnormalities that classifies them as a different species. Most of the warriors, archers and mage's in the AoA are from the ages of 10 years at youngest and 25 years at oldest, the age is to ensure that the members are in their prime and are able to continue fighting for as long as possible. Many members that fight together create their own guilds and leagues when they leave the AoA, some of them become internationally famous and wanted as protectors.
You were given to the Alliance of Allies as a young child and you were trained from the start to refine your skills. You trained hard for days until you were accepted as a fighter, and you sat down at a wooden table, scratched and smooth from how it had been worn down throughout the years. Your eyes scan the surface as you sit down on a large wooden chair, with maroon leather padding on the seat and back of the chair. You can hear the sound of a large heavy door scrapping along a cold and gray cobblestone ground, as you whip around to see two large men come through, dark tinted glasses cover their eyes and their large torso's are wrapped in fancy silk suits, wearing tuxedo pants on their skinnier and out of proportion legs. Following them comes a small and skinny man, wearing an orange poncho that is tattered and worn, a graying beard and mustache sways in no wind as it brushes against the floor. You dare not look directly at him, he is your elder and you do not want to disrespect him. You notice the wrinkles that make his face pruney looking and crinkled around his small eyes.
He opens his mouth for a moment, you can see his teeth are yellow and he is missing many. "Welcome." He whispers.
The rest you can't talk about, it is secret and never to be told.
But there are rules that you may say.
no godmodding
no powerplaying
no being rude to anyone
keep things pg 13
WIP
You were given to the Alliance of Allies as a young child and you were trained from the start to refine your skills. You trained hard for days until you were accepted as a fighter, and you sat down at a wooden table, scratched and smooth from how it had been worn down throughout the years. Your eyes scan the surface as you sit down on a large wooden chair, with maroon leather padding on the seat and back of the chair. You can hear the sound of a large heavy door scrapping along a cold and gray cobblestone ground, as you whip around to see two large men come through, dark tinted glasses cover their eyes and their large torso's are wrapped in fancy silk suits, wearing tuxedo pants on their skinnier and out of proportion legs. Following them comes a small and skinny man, wearing an orange poncho that is tattered and worn, a graying beard and mustache sways in no wind as it brushes against the floor. You dare not look directly at him, he is your elder and you do not want to disrespect him. You notice the wrinkles that make his face pruney looking and crinkled around his small eyes.
He opens his mouth for a moment, you can see his teeth are yellow and he is missing many. "Welcome." He whispers.
The rest you can't talk about, it is secret and never to be told.
But there are rules that you may say.
no godmodding
no powerplaying
no being rude to anyone
keep things pg 13
WIP
