OOC/Bios & Information
Erka forest. It was a serene landscape, the sun reflecting on the leaves that were always green, even in the deepest winter. The beautiful landscape was named after Saint Erka, the one who had started a revolution in agriculture, leading to larger farms and allowing more people to specify in other trades.
Now, the green leaves festered with yellow boils. The lush forest floor that was filled with life was now a mushy, muddy death-trap. There was still plenty of life, but no longer did herbivores exist. Dark Magic had spread like the summer flu and was impossible to avoid. Even plants hungered for flesh. Even deer wanted to kill for the sake of it.
It was in this twisted landscape that the would-be saviours found themselves. They had all met and stayed the night in Yela, what used to be a city. But now it was a frontier against the Demon King's wilderness. The whole city was practically empty, and despite everyone 'learning' each others names and backgrounds (that they already knew from the breifing in Tiamos,) there was little chatter. The general mood was bleak. So they slept as strangers that night, and awoke to take their first steps into the Demon King's Domain.
-~*-~*-~*-~*-~*-~*-~*-~*-~*The Beggining of the Quest*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-
Imir was trying to be in the lead, constantly looking back at the others. He had suggested that "The Hero" stay closer to the center. Of course its not like there was any leadership standing. The whole 'prophecy' seemed like a solution, so there was no need for planning.
... Yeah, not the smartest government. Well, now that they were all together they could start planning.
He shrugged his backpack higher. It was troublesome to carry as much food as he could stuff in there, but it'd be even worse to die from eating something in the land of the Demon King.
He was normally more social, but if there was one thing that required being professional, saving the world would probably be it.