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...well, Puck; no system updates for my guy. I guess he'll be the first to say hello to the land of the undead.
@Anders Lial's accepted.

@Raddum@deadpixel101@Rune_Alchemist@Dark Light You guys could start thinking of professions or at least the type of character you guys want your to develop into, just so that I can get an idea. If you're the type to go with whatever you get, I'm fine with that too.
@Raddum@Rune_Alchemist Alright, good to know people.

I'll get the spreadsheet out that'll list down your the relics, abilities, and later on skills/spells (if you choose to learn any), along with professions.

No need to worry about the professions part since every starts out as newbies. So probs Adventurers would be the term.
@Raddum@deadpixel101@Rune_Alchemist@Dark Light Saw no problems with what we have right now. Everyone's accepted. I'll try getting the IC post up in the weekend.

I planned to give out Abilities. Such as Strength, Speed, Acrobatic, and the like that could gradually be upgraded throughout the story. Would you prefer it be hidden and just be included in behind the scenes?
@deadpixel101 Yeah, that's cool. As long as we get enough information on what your character looks like, we're good.
@Raddum@deadpixel101 My bad! And no rush. I'm thinking of getting the IC up maybe this weekend at the earliest.
@Raddum As much as I enjoyed that read, I've made a mistake and will clarify that in the OP. The reality I was referring to is that of modern day; I was hoping for an extreme shift of culture and from the norm of the common world.

Chapter I: The Violet Hour

Nestled between a small river and the entrance to the Whispering Woods lies the small town of Rosehollow. A quaint locale known for its fragrant rosewood homes and crisp apple pies, Rosehollow has never known anything but peace. That is, until recently.

Every night, right when the moon reaches its zenith, violet fog begins to roll out of the Old Wood, filling the town with thick, billowing clouds carrying enchantments most foul. Those afflicted are cursed to a sleep from which they will not wake. For the 5 months since the fog first appeared, the earliest victims have remained in their deep slumber, deaf to the cries of their mourning families and friends, and ignorant to the enchanted fog that continues to terrorize the town.

The source of this enchanted fog was thought to be the cruel forest witch, Isolda. Living within the deepest reaches of the Old Wood, among poisonous plants and feral beasts, Isolda spreads her terrible power throughout the lands for reasons no person in Rosehollow can understand. Perhaps she has finally grown tired of living in the darkness of her forest kingdom, or perhaps she just wants to snuff out the happiness of the villagers of Rosehollow, as evildoers are known to do. None but the forest witch herself know for sure.

There are those that have left Rosehollow, fleeing the curse, but many still remain. Some refuse to leave the land of their birth, and some simply lack the means; others still remain to stay with their loved ones who are afflicted by Isolda's cruel curse, and there are even those who wish to slay the foul witch, hopefully ending the curse by ending Isolda's life.

These people who remain have sought help. Though they first contacted the capital, Merchant King Tybalt deemed Rosewood too remote, too unimportant to send his personal army. The people of Rosewood then were forced to seek the help of noble adventurers who would lend their aid—with a reward of gold and jewels, of course.

Little did they know, instead of a group of adventurers, a small party of heroes-to-be had answered their plea for help. Or at least were forced to.



"Welcome to Arcadia." A soft feminine voice whispered into your ear. Creepy, I know. As you instinctively turned around to see who it was that invaded your personal space; no one was there though. Instead, your surroundings had drastically changed.

You found yourself seated in what looked to be a ewe-drawn wooden wagon. A flimsy, worn-out one at that. As your body was jarred by the rough road, you noticed several others seated around you. All shared the same clueless and confused expression that you had. Well, at least to some degree.

A booming deep and burly voice, with one of the thickest accents you've ever heard, suddenly called your attention.

"Oi! Ya lot okay back derr?!" said the short yet bulky bearded man. His hands were kept tightly wrapped around the reins.

"Make shir ya don't git thrown off now. It'd ruin good'ol Magni's name. I gots me pride as a rider y'know." he turned around, flashing a grin at the young scholars he was escorting to who knows where.

"Can't git injur'd right be'fo we tek on dat blasted old hag!"

With a flick of his wrists, the wagon creaked and shook as the ewe pulling it started to bleat restlessly. "Easy der gurl, easy." Magni reached forward, running his hand across the frightened sheep's neck, slowly calming her down. With eyes squinted, Magni quickly searched the area for whatever caused this whole commotion.

"Goblins! Brace ye selves youngins! Wer'in for e fight!"

Loosening his grip on the reins, Magni pulled out the massive sword from the sheath he wore on his back and leaped into action, recklessly charging forward.

"Ya lot with the witch, eh?! Com at me ya lil green shits!"

Sadly, he was probably going to die.

As confused as they were, the adventurers left on the wagon had little time to put two and two together. A swarm of goblins were heading towards them; they had no choice but to act fast.

OOC: As of now, no one actually has any idea on what's going on. So there's that. Feel free to take any course of action; I'll just work on whatever you decide to do. If you have any questions or anything you wanna clarify, ask away in the OOC.
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