Gonna give this 18 hours and then I will put up the posting order based on the order of who said they're ready.
Zhoralel
Akeya
Sonny
Fen
Nightstorm
Going forward everyone has 3 days when it gets to their turn then them I will message then if they still fail to post then they are skipped. If this happens 3 times then they will be removed
I will however accept valid excuses
Akeya
Sonny
Fen
Nightstorm
Going forward everyone has 3 days when it gets to their turn then them I will message then if they still fail to post then they are skipped. If this happens 3 times then they will be removed
I will however accept valid excuses
Okay well I’m going to work in 30 min so I’ll post when I get home.
Please no one post until I've set the scene
VenatorNocturnus wrote:
Please no one post until I've set the scene
All good, just got to go to college but it will be soon as I'm really looking forward to this
Okay well it’s just past midnight for me so it might be a couple of hours before you hear from me.
Sorry for my late reply but I'm ready
Ok so from now on any ooc talk it to be on the respective forum only posts on her is story posts.
And don't worry if something happens in story that you have no knowledge of or an item or history. You can attempt to find out and I will let you know how successful you were and what you found out
And don't worry if something happens in story that you have no knowledge of or an item or history. You can attempt to find out and I will let you know how successful you were and what you found out
Its turns midday as you all arrive at the port via the various ships and wagons, going to the centre of town to meet your soon to be compatriots and traveling companions. You make your way to the fountain, it's cold running water looking clear and untouched by the surrounding filth and squalor of the impoverished port town known as Port Wencen.
All of you have been sent by your respective patrons, given dreams and visions of decaying forests, cities on fire, mothers clutching burnt cloth to their chests all with the repeating feeling of oncoming dread. You have all been sent here with the purpose of meeting the other champions and discovering why such things are happening and how to stop it. You all arrive and meet each others gaze and you know you have found each other.
((No one is expected to write down loads. Only enough for others to go with))
All of you have been sent by your respective patrons, given dreams and visions of decaying forests, cities on fire, mothers clutching burnt cloth to their chests all with the repeating feeling of oncoming dread. You have all been sent here with the purpose of meeting the other champions and discovering why such things are happening and how to stop it. You all arrive and meet each others gaze and you know you have found each other.
((No one is expected to write down loads. Only enough for others to go with))
On the fountain surrounded by filth and grime sat what appeared tp be an older gentleman. Though his robes and clothes seemed to be caked in mud and bleached in the suns light they told a story of their own toany that looked a little closer. His long white hair tucked behind his ears, his facial hair, which he neglected for quite some time, had become a long beard at this point. Every so often one could hear the old man speak to himself. Sometimes someone would hear just what it was he was saying, other times no one could understand the strange tongues he was speaking in. But one day the old man stood up from his spot and began to stretch.
Stiff old bones cracked and popped before he sat down with a deep relaxed sigh. He looked around the plaza as he noticed new faces arriving. His curiosity peaked as this new development began. His eyes which for a while were dull and grey began to glow. Like new life being brought to the cinders of a fireplace his eyes became golden. "What do we have hear?"
Stiff old bones cracked and popped before he sat down with a deep relaxed sigh. He looked around the plaza as he noticed new faces arriving. His curiosity peaked as this new development began. His eyes which for a while were dull and grey began to glow. Like new life being brought to the cinders of a fireplace his eyes became golden. "What do we have hear?"
The first thing she notices is not the pristine fountain, as much as it stands out. It is, in fact, the very grime that makes it so prominent. The healer tuts softly at the state of the small port town, at the dirt-crusted windows and the cracked stone. She does not blame the inhabitants, certainly not, but she feels her heart pull at the clear signs of neglect as locals pass, heads bowed. Too involved, her mentor had said, and it was true even as the years ever passed. After a lingering assessment of the poor town, she turns her gaze, finally, to the fountain, which leads her to Zhoralel.
As soon as Akeya lays her honey gaze on him, she can feel the pull she has for most of her life telling her that, whatever it is, it is important. She cuts through the foot traffic with a few polite, "Pardon me"s, dipping her head to the older man as she approaches. The heavy stones in her ears pull them with the motion. "Ah, hello. I am Akeya, although I am certain I will have to introduce myself again as soon as the others make their way." She lifts her chin slightly to indicate the other newcomers, smooths her robes briefly, and then reaches her right hand out in greeting to Zhoralel, palm up in the tradition of Dobermers. The hard leather of her bracers is burned in twisting images formed by flowing script.
As soon as Akeya lays her honey gaze on him, she can feel the pull she has for most of her life telling her that, whatever it is, it is important. She cuts through the foot traffic with a few polite, "Pardon me"s, dipping her head to the older man as she approaches. The heavy stones in her ears pull them with the motion. "Ah, hello. I am Akeya, although I am certain I will have to introduce myself again as soon as the others make their way." She lifts her chin slightly to indicate the other newcomers, smooths her robes briefly, and then reaches her right hand out in greeting to Zhoralel, palm up in the tradition of Dobermers. The hard leather of her bracers is burned in twisting images formed by flowing script.
As he walked into the town he couldn’t help but notice the stones shook with his steps. Though he had the appearance of a human he sill had the mass of his true form. He slowed down so as not to make such a commotion. He made his way through the shambles of the town to the fountain. His nose burned at the stench of filth around him. He was not sure why he had been sent here or even who had sent him. He just felt the urge to go and followed his instincts since.
As he approached the fountain he noticed the old man and the younger woman standing at its side. He knew he would have to make his speech as real as he could so they didn’t ask to many questions just yet. “How are the two of you doing?” He asked as he leaned against the fountain
As he approached the fountain he noticed the old man and the younger woman standing at its side. He knew he would have to make his speech as real as he could so they didn’t ask to many questions just yet. “How are the two of you doing?” He asked as he leaned against the fountain
Leaping quickly from her small rowing boat, Sonny landed in the stone plaza with a look of relief on her face. As a creature of the earth and forest, the water was one of her least favourite things to be on. As she stood looking around her environment, the green tinge started to fade from her tan skin, though her tense posture did not ease.
She kept deliberately to herself, observing the odd strangers warily as the congregated around the filthy fountain. She was surprised to see the mixture of ages and appearances, though tried not to stare at them for too long- her interest should be focused on this new, grimy area; finding her bearings here was currently the ultimate priority.
She kept deliberately to herself, observing the odd strangers warily as the congregated around the filthy fountain. She was surprised to see the mixture of ages and appearances, though tried not to stare at them for too long- her interest should be focused on this new, grimy area; finding her bearings here was currently the ultimate priority.
When she stepped off the boat, Nightstorm, and her pal Raptors, notice the others and simply follow them as they were confused on what is going on. Especially Raptors, for he didn't get any visions but an odd and obscure voice telling him what was about to happen
They walked past the fountain and entered the plaza and looked at the other strangers with confusion
"Uh, hi," she says a bit awkwardly
They walked past the fountain and entered the plaza and looked at the other strangers with confusion
"Uh, hi," she says a bit awkwardly
You all make your way to the general vicinity, some more aware of the others and why you are here more than others. But before more greeting can be spoken among you another vision torments you all.
The very port in which you stand in complete ruins bodies strewn about, maimed and charred. You feel frozen in place as you see the creatures rising up from the sewer, horrible monstrosities. The vision is short and leaves you with more questions than answers, but you hear from far off a town crier.
Sewer workers go missing! Thought to be a subterereranean monster.'' His lack of education causing him to struggle with some words. But one thing is clear a collective voice telling you all with a simple sentence. 'One small deed one small town at a time, to save all creation.''
The very port in which you stand in complete ruins bodies strewn about, maimed and charred. You feel frozen in place as you see the creatures rising up from the sewer, horrible monstrosities. The vision is short and leaves you with more questions than answers, but you hear from far off a town crier.
Sewer workers go missing! Thought to be a subterereranean monster.'' His lack of education causing him to struggle with some words. But one thing is clear a collective voice telling you all with a simple sentence. 'One small deed one small town at a time, to save all creation.''
Things were happening so fast and before Zhoralel could do anything, say anything he saw the vision. Looking about to the various people that had joined him now he stands. Many would expect an older gentleman to take their time but Zhoralel didn't something was to be done and he would rather get it done than sit around. "If the pained expressions on your faces is any indication, we all saw the same thing. So I hope that you all don't mind getting dirty cause I don't think this is going to be fun." He said looking over his shoulder to the town crier. "As for introductions, we may have to skip all that, but call me Zhoralel." He said this now looking at each and everyone of them with glowing powerful eyes.