Glad to see you decided to stop by. We are an RPG (roll playing game),of many different creatures. Vampires, Wolves, shifters, demons, humans (we do have to feed-grins) etc. This game is just getting started and is under much construction, so bare with me. Later on, I hope to see Tyrants Island grow into many different clans and families.This is just the start of our page. Soon, you will find a link to combat rules,quests, branch of clans and/or families, their ranks etc. The main thing here at Tyrants Island is to have fun with your imagination and others of course.(laughs) There will also be a link to IMVU, which is where Tyrants Island will be based. For those that do not know, IMVU is a 3D chat where you can create an actual avatar character, design your characters home, etc. Now, for our opening story.

As the moon hangs bright and full, it reflects off the miles and miles of deep,dark bodies of ocean.You take in a deep breath of salt misted air, along with dispare. Just as you think to yourself, years could pass before seeing another creature on two legs, like something dark and magical rising from the depths of the sea,your eyes fall upon a huge Island.Dark,jagged,rock walls over hung with greenery, seem to surround the place.Darkness,eerie, a bit frightening yet something ergs you to see more, something about the Island pulls you to approach.....

Your boat approaches a small cove and docks.As you step from the ramp, the sound of crushing pebbles fills your ears. The giant weeping willows cast shadows all around you. Even though you can not see them, you can smell the sweetness of the flower blooms.You turn your nose to the night sky, takeing in another deep breath.There, what is that?, another smell, you cant place your finger on it, odd. Where have you smelled that before? It is neither good or bad, sweet or stench, but it is distinct.You close your eyes trying to remember, what is THAT smell!!....
Your eyes shoot open wide as the realization hits you. Death. It is the smell of death....

In that split second thought of, run back for your boat, you suddenly hear voices, laughter,music, glass clinking and something else. A Whisper carried with the soft blowing wind. As if someone or something where calling your name.......

Non-resistant,compelling, in a trance,your feet begin to move towards the sounds, your body seems to float with the breeze. You make your way through a small break between two huge jagged mountains, pushing the willow vines aside to pass. In the darkness, you extend both your arms out to the sides only to be stopped by the feel of rock walls.The small path only passable by one body at a time. With each step, the music, laughter, voices, and the music become louder. The sweetness of the blooming flowers become stronger.You continue moving forward.The thoughts of turning back run through your head, yet your feet move forward. Just as your legs start to ache, and the rock walls feel as though they are closing in on you, you step through a break in the mountain path.....