The goddess walked towards Neicha and placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling a slight shiver as she did so. Do not be afraid. I know it seems dangerous, and yes, death is a possibility. If one of you does end up dying, you will return to your true self on your home world, aware of what has happened and still the same as you were before such an accident. Think of it as though it is a back up, a plan B, if you will. The goddess smiled at the beast-like, hoping to soothe her tense nerves. She turned back to the rest of the group, but looked fixedly at Daylin. I know it seems a daunting task but I am sure that I have made no mistake. I have chosen each of you for the purpose of saving both our worlds. As I stated each one of you has a role to play in all of this, the strings of fate have shown me this. Do you believe that the strings of fate would lie about your destiny, Daylin? Or do you have no faith in yourself? She pursed her lips for a second, and thought of the best line to win their hearts over.

Have not any of you wished for a second chance, another opportunity, to forge your life as you want it?

Tyrren again looked up from the water, hearing the boy, Kaiyos, disappear again in the wind. This time, he was greeted by three new faces: A dwarf with a nicely groomed beard, who looked very intimidated by the sunlight that found it's way onto his skin; a literal giant of a man, who was gawking at the girl in the night gown, and apparently knew her by the sound of him saying her name; and a... wait, a deer? Tyrren stood up, and found that as tall as he was still didn't compare to the large man-thing, nor was he nearly as built. Next chance I get, I definitely need to bulk up.

He walked closer towards the maiden, so he could talk without being rude to anyone in the clearing. I don't intend any ill thoughts, but, what is that? The maiden smiled at his curiosity, but also his slight ignorance. In a slight undertone, she replied, They have no true name, like the elves or humans do, but prefer themselves to be the Beast-like. These are a race entirely their own, humans that attempted to merge themselves with elven culture and instead had their spirits taken by primal urges. What you see is the result. She smiled at Tyrren once again, and said If you look past my other shoulder, there's another one that Kaiyos brought back.

Almost immediately Tyrren saw the flash of two red eyes from behind a tree. It sent a slight shiver down his spine, but he was comforted by the fact that the maiden seemed mysteriously powerful. Tyrren felt stupid as he talked to the tree, Hey, uh, you don't have to hide. None of us wish you any harm, nor do I think we would be allowed to do so. He turned back to the maiden and asked, How many of us remain to appear? With a quick glance to the forest, she replied, Only one remains for Kaiyos to find. Then all questions will be answered.

Story Post

Without fail the day had once again passed by as normal; the sun rose and set, plants shivered in the wind, rain fell and water flowed. For some it went by quickly, everyone had their daily routines and it only took them so long to fall in and be swept away by the current of life. Others were slowed, bogged down by mind and body. Whether anyone realized it or not, this day was different from any before it. Some may have sensed it upon waking up and noticing that a single hair was out of place or discolored; others may have noticed it while eating, as though there was a piece of something that crunched unlike the rest, or a spoon of soup that was too thick to be right. As many as there were that may have realized that something was off, there were only seven who would truly experience the difference.

The sun had just begun to rise but within the grove night remained, the only source of light coming from masses of fireflies. The maiden sat behind the waterfall, on a small wooden stool that didn't look fully finished. Into the fine mist she gazed, where she saw the faces of seven young heroes ending another day of their routine lives. From her sleeve she produced a small flask filled with a green powder. She unstopped the flask and poked her little finger into the powder before tasting it; she had to make sure the enchantment had finished. Sure that it would work, the maiden flung the contents of the flask into the waterfall, filling the mist with green and creating frames around the heroes.

Bring them swiftly, Kaiyos. We do not know exactly how much time remains.

Tyrren

After spending several hours treading old hunting paths aimlessly through the woods, Tyrren had returned home to his father throwing a tantrum over how hastily his son had left. The two argued over chores and who was responsible for what and why Tyrren should have tended to the wheat and not his father and how the wheat wouldn't need tending until early fall and... Tyrren decided he'd had enough when he heard his stomach growl and stomped off to eat by his lonesome.

The barn didn't have much room in the loft, so Tyrren had made himself a small platform within Raika's stall, (which, being the biggest stall in the barn had room to spare), that he laid the horses hay on. On occasions such as tonight, he would lay with his horse and stare out the window of the barn. It faced east, so Tyrren could see the moon in all it's glory, the stars surrounding it like children surrounding an adult, waiting for a story. With such serenity around him, the boy fell asleep.

And then he woke up. The sun was higher than it usually was when he woke up in the barn,  and he began to panic over chores when he realized he was on solid ground and not Raika's platform. Tyrren turned around to face.. Trees, and lots of them. Then he started to panic again as a boy poked his head out from behind one of the trees. Who are you, where am I?! The boy shook his head and put his finger to his lips as though to silence Tyrren. No, you need to speak. Who are you? The boy shrugged, then looked to the sky and threw his arms in the air. He turned back towards Tyrren. Name's Kaiyos. You wanna come with me and get answers or what?

The boy led Tyrren through the forest and into a grove with a small pond and a waterfall with a cave behind it. A beautiful woman emerged from the cave to greet the pair. Good work, Kaiyos. The first of few. Bring them quickly, and use your speed if you must. She raised her hand as Tyrren began to open his mouth. Patience. You will have your questions answered Tyrren, but only once everyone has gathered. Kaiyos disappeared in another wisp of smoke.

Story Post

The day started as any other. The birds awoke at dawn, the cattle waited for grain before grazing for hours upon hours, and the people went about their daily business as they usually would. And why wouldn't they? The World of Man was blissfully oblivious to the terror that was about to befall them. Again they did not know it, but forces beyond their reach were already working against their world, but there were also those working in their favor.

A waterfall pours into a clear pool within a grove, and through the mist are images of seven unlikely heroes. A maiden appears from a cave behind the waterfall, her gaze appearing to pierce the waterfall as though she intended to boil the water with her eyes. She turned towards the trees surrounding her outlet, and a young man emerged from the woodland. He looked to be no older than ten, but his eyes showed he was much older than any would guess.

It happens tonight. We cannot wait any longer. The day approaches when all time runs out, so we must act now. She looked upon the boy, his head still bowed. Wait until nightfall. They will be spread across the land, barely conscious and wary. You must guide them to me. They are our only hope.

The boy nodded, then disappeared in a wisp of smoke.

Username: Desbear
Name:  Duriel Furykeg
Race : Dwarf
Age: 25

Personality: Duriel is a very simple man. He is blunt, doesn't have a filter on his mouth, quick to anger, and is rather rash. Now, it's not really his fault he doesn't think often, as he doesn't have much of an education, which shows in the fact that he cannot read or write much other than dwarvish Hieroglyphs. Now, rather than getting angry, or even a bit intimidated by those who have a higher education than him, he seems to laugh and chuckle at them, because to him they are no better nor worse than him. He knows that he has many more skills than them that still makes him useful, but also realizes that they are, y'know, smarter than him, as they both chose, and he is fine with it.

Bio: While Duriel has lived for what a human would consider quite a long time, he is still mentally 25, and as a simple dwarf, has had quite a simple life. See, Duriel had the same life as all of the dwarves, leaving their educations at an early age to start going from professions to profession until he found which one fit. He eventually latched onto one quite fitting, as it was the family tavern he began to work at; it was even their namesake, The 'FuryKeg' Tavern. It was a small tavern and much to his delight, even though he is family, he started out under everyone else working there, and enjoys his job there as their bartender.

Appearance:


Role: The Smith. Duriel is destined to shape the world around him, physically and magically, but with limitations.
Equipment: Duriel's shoulders and upper arms are covered by plated-steel that is dwarven forged, and thick chainmail covers his chest, hidden underneath a black vest. A dark green cloaked is fastened tightly around his ample sized neck, and his trousers are  rolled up neatly over his actually practical leather boots. Last, and certainly not least, there was a ornate maul of dwarven origin slung over his shoulder, crafted with metal and marble.
HIDDEN 3: This will progressively be unlocked over time, with more being added as time goes on.
HIDDEN 4: This will be unlocked at a different time for each character, and may possibly change.

Username:Humen
Name: Jacob
Race: Elf
Age: 23

Personality: Jacob is a hard working realist. He accepts his normal mundane life, in fact he prefers it. Jacob has a large prejudice against the humans that tried to join them and would rather avoid one and their families then have to associate with one, but he secretly fears their courage. He isn't that fond of the other races either but is more agreeable with them.

Bio: Born in the outskirts of his town Jacob and his family have lived there for generations. They've worked as farmers producing enough to sustain themselves and sell a little of it off on the side. He was trained by his mother and father leaving his education limited, knowing basics of society and barely passing for literate, he hardly ever goes into town. This didn’t change as he grew older, when morning came Jacob worked the fields and tended to the animals, by noon he was inside assisting his mother and sisters with the house chores, in the evening he helps his father hunt an animal in the nearby forest or fix up one of the animals in the barn, and at night he takes final watch to keep thieves and wild animals away.

Some people would probably hate this life, call it unfulfilling or something of the like, but Jacob sees it differently to him this makes sense, his father is growing older and as much as he tries to deny it he can’t keep up this type of work forever. His sisters are still too young to take over his chores so Jacob and his mother doing most of the house work, Jacob is the only one left to handle the rest, its what's needed of him, and as a caring son and brother how could he refuse or deem this a burden. This is his normal everyday life and he prefers it stay this way.

Appearance: Jacob stands at a total height of 5'10” with a firm, sturdy build, much unlike other elves. His skin is tanned dark from constant field work, with slick black hair and deep green eyes. Jacob is a thin sort of muscular, one that fits his spindly height.

Role: The Tactician. Jacob is destined for military intelligence, and a wrong decision could result in casualty.
Equipment: Jacob is equipped with a spindly staff and a mysterious satchel draped over his shoulder. He is outfitted in a brown leathery suit with green trimmings. Resting over top of it is a grey cloak and a black substance akin to velvet lining the inside. Pining down the cloak are metal pauldrons and covering his wrist ware vambraces made of the same material and design as his suit with a flat knife inside. Underneath the cloak strapped to his side is a curved sword inside a very ornate sheath.
HIDDEN 3: This will progressively be unlocked over time, with more being added as time goes on.
HIDDEN 4: This will be unlocked at a different time for each character, and may possibly change.

Username: The-Blades-Slave (Skype: bladedhakima)
Name: Daylin
Race : Human
Age: 20

Personality: The epitome of a gentle giant. He does not speak much, a firm practitioner of the phrase 'actions speak louder than words'. His sleepy look may be misleading, but his eyes are very keen, and he  notices things many would not. He can barely read and write, and people with a higher level of education tend to make him uncomfortable, because he does not know what many of the words they use mean. He is very easily embarrassed about his level of schooling.

Bio: Daylin has worked as a slave his entire life, purchased as a boy by a farmer named Diodoros, who required help tending his farm. He does not remember his parents, but Diodoros, his wife, and his daughter are as good as family to him. He has not had a single day of schooling in his life, but the farmer's wife, Iowen, taught him the basics of reading and writing. He has no time to better his knowledge anymore, because from dawn to dusk he is out in the fields working.

Daylin is very grateful for how he is treated, because he knows he is very lucky. He is given delicious food, and supplied with good clothes. The family's daughter does his laundry for him, and he even has his own room inside the house. The only thing the family asks in return is that he keep up with the farm in Diodoros stead, for he is old now and unable to help with it. He feels forever indebted to them, and works his hardest from sunrise to sunset.

What precious little spare time he has is spent doing odd jobs to earn money to add to his savings. He hopes to one day make enough to buy his freedom from Diodoros, to be in control of his own life. He wants to one day be able to ask a woman's hand in marriage, and have a family of his own. To be able to own his own farm and land, like a man would. He dreams of one day being a free man, and being able to help others like Diodoros helped him.

Appearance: Daylin has a rectangular face with a defined, slightly pointed chin and a sturdy jaw line. His dark emerald eyes are big and spaced evenly apart, sitting below thick eyebrows that seemed to curve as a natural extension of his broad, slightly flat nose. His mouth is always closed in a thin, straight line, and his hair—naturally dark red, but brightened by long days in the sun—is messily shoved back to reveal a wide forehead, and falls to his shoulders. He towers at 6'9", barrel-chested and bull-necked, with thick, muscular arms.

Role: The Berserker. Daylin is destined for great power, but only if he is sure of the path he is walking.
Equipment: Daylin is equipped with large pauldrons, greaves and breastplate over a blue tunic with white sleeves, wrinkled black trousers, and heavy leather boots. He wears gauntlets crafted from a dark metal with cuffs that wrapped around his wrists lead into several interlocking plates that protected the back of his hand, as well as several more interlocking plates that protected his forearm. A royal blue cloak with gold trimming is fastened around his neck, hanging to his ankles. Strapped across his back is double-bladed axe, nearly as long as he is tall. The blades are  mounted to a circular centerpiece, consisting of a steel ring set with ten spikes around the edge, with a single, longer thrusting spike at the top. The haft of the weapon is crafted from onyx, black from the axe-piece down to the grip, leather bound for security. The pommel is of arcane: a small chalice, clutched tight by a wicked three-clawed talon.
HIDDEN 3: This will progressively be unlocked over time, with more being added as time goes on.
HIDDEN 4: This will be unlocked at a different time for each character, and may possibly change.

Username: WhistfulSoul
Name: Tyrren
Race: Human
Age: 18

Personality: Overall, likes to be in the know. Prefers to retain some form of control over the things around him, including others and the confrontations he finds himself in, but is afraid to step up and prove that he can handle the responsibility. Likes to have things go his way, or in his favor. Loves to learn and to show off his talents. Will not stand up until the moment calls for it. Can be very lazy and does not like being faced with tasks, but knows when they should be taken care of and does so accordingly.

Bio: Tyrren has grown up in a small village his whole life, on the farm that he tends with his father. His mother is a merchant by trade, and is mainly on the road with the village caravan, along with Tyrren’s younger sister and brother. Like most boys his age, he stopped classroom schooling at the age of twelve to help his father, but he continues to teach himself and experiment in the hopes that maybe one day he can impress one of the girls in the village.

Tyrren owns two of the many animals on his farm: Raika, his horse, and Splint, his hound. Tyrren was sent out into the plains by his father to tame the horse when one of the two they already owned had fallen sick and seemed as good as dead. As luck would have it, no sooner had Tyrren returned with the young mustang than their old faithful got up and trotted over to meet the new fellow, effectively granting Tyrren ownership of a new horse. Splint joined the crowd when a few calves and a bull went missing one summer, and Tyrren’s father decided that they needed a watch dog. Tyrren and a few other boys traveled a few towns over to find dogs for their fathers, and they returned after a few days each with their own pup to train.

Besides tending to the crops and animals, spending time with his own pets, and further educating himself, Tyrren likes to spend time at the local forge. One of the only for several leagues, many of the kings men pass through to have weapons or armor repaired. Tyrren has always been allured by the many people who pass through and what new sights they have to offer, but he prides himself on the fact that he helps mend the wounds of the Royal Army’s garments of war, and he hopes that he might become part of it one day as well.

Appearance: Tyrren stands at a total of 6’, and although he is very lanky he has room to build himself up. He has short brown hair that he crops to his right side, and bluish-gray eyes that cannot sit still. He has an even tan from working on the farm, but is egg-white where the tan doesn’t reach. He has a plethora of scars across his body, but the two most prominent are the stretch marks across his back from slouching over the forge and a scratch above his heart from where he fell off Raika while carrying Splint back home and the pup gouged him trying to either hold on or get out. Tyrren has a very wide smile, but the purplish bags under his eyes keeps his facial expressions more on the serious side.


Role: The Knight. Tyrren is one destined for battle and responsibility, along with hardship and trial through strength.
Equipment: Tyrren is donned with the attire of a Royal Guard: a black long-sleeved cloth shirt under a chainmail chestpiece made of a dark metal, covered by a white jerkin with a hood; his hands have dark finger-less bracers with tiered plating that reach halfway up his forearm, which is the same dark metal that the chainmail has, but with a golden trim; beige cloth pants; and black boots that keep his pants tucked neatly in. On his back he has sword and shield: the shield is about the size of a buckler, but in the shape of a heater shield, and it is made of the same metal as the other equipment, with the same gold trim. In the center of the shield is the Royal Emblem: a swirling dragon head, with an orb in the middle, filled with smoke. The sword is about three feet long, with a simple cross-guard and a diamond-shaped pommel that frames a hilt of black leather.
HIDDEN 3: This will progressively be unlocked over time, with more being added as time goes on.
HIDDEN 4: This will be unlocked at a different time for each character, and may possibly change.