Necromantic

Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers

Anise of course quickly surveyed the table. She had only briefly given most of the people nearby some thought appearance-wise. Her mind was mostly on everything in the Hall. The lights, the food, the staff. As she turned to address everyone, she was eating something she had grabbed. That was when one of the students spoke up, introducing herself and a few others.

”Yes nice to meet you Sel-ACK!” Anise was taking a bite of a danish and unfortunately began choking on it when she noticed the flicking tail and the healing provided by one of the companions nearby for the large ears she had. How had she missed that! They were clearly so obvious. ”Selena! You wouldn’t happen to be a Kitsune would you?” She reached over the table to get a better look.

The pages of the books she read might have been blank now, but her own mind wasn’t. The same long ears and tail she had seen before! But those recollections were always written more like a monster legend, or a fairy tale. To think she might be able to learn from the source! ”You have to tell me about your history! I want to hear your side of what happened.”

Selena was still smiling after talking with Lorelei. When she was startled by the purple one named Anise who started talking to her but suddenly choked on her food. A concerned look came on her face as she half stood up. But sat back down once she asked if she was a kitsune. Suddenly standing up and leaning over the table to get a closer look at her.

Involuntarily, Selena pulled back. Her ears flicked down and her tail wrapped once again around herself for comfort. Her face was growing red at the intense focus on her. ”I...um... “ she didn’t have a chance to answer as Anise then asked for her history, and what happened. Clearly flustered, she was confused. Did she mean her personal history...did she know who she was? She couldn’t know…

She must of meant her people’s history… but where to start… that would take a long time. ”I um… Yes… I a Kitsune.” She started off. ”Do you… mean all history? How we started? My side? “ She glanced at the table, ”What mean...my side?” She felt so overwhelmed she was getting quite confused.

Anise was trying to find something to write with. She had her tome, but no real implement to actually write anything. Still, as she searched for something, she looked back at Selena, her eyes wide with excitement and smiling quite brightly. ”Yes! Your side. I’ve only seen a few mentions of what happened from my time reading, but many books say contradictory things, especially in relation to the group it is written about. I’ve had some claim that my kind is an ill omen! Clearly that is not the case as presently none of us are being struck down by the gods. So obviously there were some things written about the Kitsune that are inaccurate, yes?”

Without a proper writing utensil, she took the back of her fork and dipped it in a gravy boat, and wrote it on a scrap of paper she managed to pull from the books she kept with her. She looked back at her, eagerly awaiting her response. It amazed her that no one else seemed to have the slightest bit of interest in her presence. It was a historic day to hear that members from such a unique group were, in fact, still alive.

Selena watched with her head cocked to the side as Anise searched for something. She tried to listen to her, but she spoke so quickly it was hard to follow. She watched as she took a fork and dipped the back of it into the gravy boat. Selena had a hard time using utensils… but she knew it wasn’t something you wrote with… She was going to say something about that but when she looked at Anise who was clearly ready for her answer.

She lifted her right hand to her mouth as if she was about to bite her nails.. But she didn’t. ”Um… “ She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the words that she did hear. After figuring out what she meant generally, she sighed. Opening her eyes as she pulled her own tail into her arms. ”We...were hunted...and killed. Because Humans were scared...scared of Kitsune magic. Because not same as humans. And greedy for our weapons...and our...our fur.” She shuddered at the thought of her ancestors being hunted for that last reason.

She couldn’t just say they left the continent… she didn’t want them to find out about her home. ”So we ran...hid in forest, and mountains…lived as normal foxes. To avoid hunters. Lived in hiding, Still hide. But we used to it now.” .She said. Not knowing if that was going to be enough for her. She fiddled with the fork next to her empty plate still. Still not wanting to fill her plate, till she watched how others did it… and putting off the fact she still doesn’t use these strange utensils very well at all still.

They ran into the forests and hid as foxes? Well that is most certainly an interesting idea. Though if her readings were correct, then they would be quite large for foxes. And even then, many foxes were hunted already without also being seen as evil and deadly (a common theme Anise noticed). Which meant that trappers and hunters would still be after them in some sense. This led to a whole slew of other questions

”I see! How did you avoid other trappers or hunters who merely sought fox fur, Oh! And how did your people pass down their culture? Did you speak orally? Do you have any writings from before you hid in the woods? Does your family live in fox dens or burrows? Oh and I haven’t even begun to get into just how Kitsune magic works!”

By this point she had given up on the fork, having forgotten about it in her excitement. She would need to transpose this later. She also had shut out the majority of the group for the time being, being completely enthralled and enraptured by what she felt would be a most harrowing of tales.

Selena suddenly realized she opened a bunch of questions with what little she said. She grew more nervous by the second. But she didn’t have much time to even think when Anise suddenly asked one question after another. On one hand she would have loved to answer some of those questions. But the sudden rapid fire of complex and very detailed subjects that would take forever to answer caused Selena to wrap her tail tighter around herself as her ears folded down once again. She rubbed and wrung her hands together. and started to look down.

She didn’t know what to say, she didn’t want to be rude, but she felt embarrassed with all the questions. Especially when she couldn’t answer some of them truthfully. Some of this stuff she hasn’t even told Finn!

Her eyes darted around the table as she struggled to talk. ”I… Um. We stayed… she started to feel overwhelmed with all the noises as people got louder.

Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers

Anise was of course mystified by everything around her. But also couldn't help but snrk at some of the attitudes she saw on some of the people she met. She had traveled with far more than was really necessary, carrying several pots and pans and a fire kits, a tent and a bed roll. She didn't have the same luxuries that many of the other students had. Crampernap was kind enough (Or desperate enough) to foot the bill for part of her studies. The rest would be her own responsibility when the time came. Upon arrival, several of the students had already dressed into uniforms, all matching and pressed. Well, even if this school was better, it still had some of that air of superiority she wasn't fond of. This was particularly evident as she approached the giant crystal

"Greeting's new student. I am Athena. Welcome to Hoseforn's Academy for Gifted Adventurers. Please present your acceptance scroll now."

Anise was already through her bag for the letter, which was wrinkled and crumpled and not well preserved. "Yes, yes I have your letter, you oversized appraisal spell. Seriously! You could have been the size of a simple crystal ball! Why bother with all the excess!"

"Letter accepted. Welcome Anise Paige. This is a map of the school grounds, your dorm number is 802. A fresh uniform and any supplies you require will be waiting for you. Please change...Bathe... and return to the Main Hall within twenty minutes. for the welcoming feast. Attendance is mandatory." Anise sighed and took her package. As she left she was muttering more to herself. "Sheesh such a bossy crystal. Whatever you say Princes Prism..." She looked back at where the crystal stood and curtsied before sticking her tongue out and spinning back around.

Finding her room was easy enough. It seemed there wasn't anyone else there as far as she could tell. She quickly disrobed and took her required bath. Admittedly, it felt really refreshing after her long journey. Her tome was right beside her, as always. She wasn't about to let it roam free in a school. That was a good way to be expelled or worse. She exited the bath, drying her hair with a gust of warm air she conjured with her magic as she looked at the uniform. Well they were comfortable. Easy to move around in. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her in a uniform... That was definitely a sight she never thought she'd see.

But that meant it was time to head to the hall for feasting. She took her map and opened up her spellbook, as the symbols inside slowly merged together into a mound of ink. It opened its eyes and eagerly absorbed the map from her hand before spitting back out a blank piece of parchment. "Point me to the Mess hall." It sunk back into the pages forming an arrow in the direction she was supposed to head. Snapping the book shut, she tied a leather strap around it to ensure it didn't open up by itself.

She was a little late to arrive, with there only being one spot for her to barely squeeze between. There was a large group of individuals there, each far more colorful than the majority of the class. "Move aside, I'm squeezing in." She said, pushing her way into the table. There were many humans, but also a girl who looked to be of elven or fey decent, a dwarf, another tiefling, and a wet girl. Not sure what happened there.

At the hall, she was given a lecture on conduct. Harassment was forbidden for race or sex or social standing. That was fine. She had dealt with plenty of that already. But what about harassment against those who deserved it? Like jerks. She might need to look into that deeper. Wouldn't want to be expelled. And if that were the case, it wasn't hard to see why Crampernap was shunned by the rest of Academia. The woman seemed somewhat of a bore admittedly. But when the floor was given to Hoseforn, well she perked up. His words were short and pleasant. Who doesn't love being able to eat? From that brief interaction he gave, he seemed like a fun guy. A little like Crampernap after you get to know him. Maybe she was a bit too quick to judge this school?

"Well, I most certainly don't need to told twice to eat!" Almost before everyone else, Anise began filling her plate with food. She started with the baked goods, danishes, pies, puddings. She loved the taste and texture of baked items. "Soooooo~ We should introduce ourselves. I am Anise! You may ask me anything!" @Everyone

Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers

Curious Anise

Name: Anise Page
Race: Tiefling
Age: 18
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Anise is thin, but not scrawny. Having spent much of her time hefting heavy books from one end of the library to another and climbing ladders, she has actually put on more muscle than many would realize. She may not heft a great sword as easily as a fighter, but if she punched you, it'd leave a mark. She has curly red hair, and her eyes are completely milky white. She dresses very plainly, not due to any lack of confidence in herself, but rather as she just has her mind set on other things. The most notable aspect is her purple-hued skin and ram-like horns that adorn her head. She is not tall, but not short either at a simple 5'7 with her shoes lifting her another inch. She usually has two books at her side at all times: Her Spirit Tome as she calls it, and whatever other book she is reading for her own leisure.

Class:
Wizard

Personality:
Anise is open and an extrovert in spite of her choice of expertise. In fact, she might be a bit too open, willing to speak her mind on most matters, even if they can come across as rude. But typically these are accompanied with jests or muses. Whether that lessens the blow is dependent on who is the target. She is far too curious for her own good, and after spending most of her times with Crampernap, she also lacks tact. No question is too embarrassing for her, and she is more than willing to share whatever knowledge she has to the point of growing giddy, speaking too fast for most to follow her train of thought.

More than anything she loves learning whatever she can. Knowledge if indiscriminate. It doesn't care who you are or what you look like. It only cares that you listen. Having been neglected by most of her piers due to her birth and appearance, she finds comfort in study. Almost as if it is a friend of hers.

Strengths
-An outside the box thinker. Many mages will often force their magic as the solution, but frequently a mechanical solution is better.
-Versatile caster, capable to altering or modifying the properties of certain spells to create slightly altered effects (Creating Ball Lighting rather than fireball, or make a fly spell a grounding spell)
-Magical Tome filled with Spirits of Curiosity allow for quick searches in her spellbook and quick Rune Casting
-A more capable lifter than most would imagine. Allows for more of the aforementioned mechanical solutions

Weaknesses
-Though physically fit, she has a weak constitution, being more susceptible to illness or disease.
-May occasionally watch an enemy or monster for too long because she wants to observe them longer
-The tome from before will try its best to absorb knowledge from other sources without much regard for the consequences if she's not watching
-Her bluntness and willingness to speak plainly can frequently cause issue with her companions or others she's speaking with.

Biography:
Most wizards who claim tutelage seek the grand ivory towers of arcane universities. They seek the massive campus of statues and crystals all standing proudly as monuments to say “Look at us! Look at how great we are!” But to Anise all she saw was an attempt to see which member had the biggest member. It was all once massive showboating competition, not truly a place to study and learn. She found better tutelage at the base of a tree.

In the base of this tree was a tiny door, one that she was quite a bit larger than. She could fit, but the fit was tight. However, once she was inside, the hollowed-out trunk grew, or rather she shrunk, so that it encompassed the space of a huge library, leading all the way to the top of the 6-foot-wide stump. There lived her teacher, Crampernap Fiddlefen, an elderly (and crabby) Gnomish man who was ostracized by the academic for his… cantankerous attitude and platitude of eccentricities. He was simply not the refined visage that the colleges wanted to uphold, though according to him, “Makes no difference to me! Poppycock and cockledoodle to them I say! When they realize who they let fly the coop, I’ll just give them the bird, heHA!”

Anise first discovered this strange world when she was just a child. Due to her unfortunate nature of birth, parents often warned their children to be careful around her. “She’s devil-blooded… Best stay away from her… She’s a liar and a deceiver…” As such, the other children often would spread rumors behind her back, and find excuses whenever she wanted to play. She knew what was going on, but she wanted them to listen. One day, she caught some children playing hide-and-seek. After she asked if she could play, they made her “it” and ran off to leave her by herself. She searched for a few minutes, hoping that just maybe she had found a group, but much to her dismay, and not at all to her surprise, they had left. Frustrated she kicked the tree that she had counted behind. From inside she heard the sound of books falling, and a man yelled out in surprise. Then something slammed against her foot, as she noticed a tiny door, and beside it a tiny man sticking his head out from the doorway. “Hey!” he cried, “Yes you! Were you the one kick at my library?!” Before she had a chance to reply, she was grabbed by the old tiny man and quickly shrunk in size. Everything happened so quickly. The next thing she knew she was staring at a massive pile of books lying on the floor, and the same old man (now only half her size) conjuring a spectral hand to place books back on the shelf. “Well? Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me?”

This was how she met her teacher. From that day on, she kept on coming back to him, in spite of his incessant complaints. However, he was a funny old man, and perhaps the first person not to see her as a fiend in the making. She had never thought herself the scholarly type, but watching the old man perform magic was fascinating. She asked questions all the time, and as a method to keep her quiet, he kept directing her to books that should have been far beyond her level. But quite the contrary, instead of discouraging her, she came back with more questions, and he came back with more books, unwittingly fueling her curiosity to an extreme level. After a while, he finally began to tolerate her. She was keeping the library organized, and helping keep things in place. While the books had been placed on the shelves, they had been done rather haphazardly in a somewhat random order, but she had taken the time over the years organizing them and keeping them neat and tidy (after she read them of course).

Things were going rather well, until one day…

“Assistant, have you seen the tome I have been studying? It’s a large brown leather-bound book.”

“No sir, I can’t say I have.” Anise was putting away a few tomes that she had finished herself. Clearly upset, Crampernap walked off muttering a few things to himself. As he walked off, Anise put her hand on a book that she hadn’t read yet. It was small, easily held in one hand. Its cover was a deep purple, with pictographs emblazoned in gold. It was remarkable. As she opened it up, she felt herself suddenly lose consciousness, as she read the few words in the book.

FREEEEEE!!!

“ANIIIIIIIIISE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LIBRARY!” She was awoken by the outrage of her mentor. Quickly she looked around her. But… everything seemed normal. “I’m sorry sir what’s the-“ Suddenly he shoved an open tome in her face “Look! Look! All the words, all the knowledge drained from the very page! I’ve seen this once before and-MY TOME!!!” He pointed at the tiny purple book held in her hand. She had seen him studying it though, this could not possibly be it. This one was tiny, his was easily the largest tome in the library. She quickly explained her side of the story. After she finished, he told her what happened.

“I see… As much as I hate to admit it, this is as much my own fault as it is yours. I never took into consideration that these beasts could alter the appearance of their book to others. They couldn’t have moved far, be quick now there ought to be at least one more nearby.”

Confused, she obeyed her mentor’s instructions. Not long after she found a tiny little beast eating the words from a book. And yes, it ripped the words right out of the book and ate them. She caught it, and called her master as it twisted and cried. “Don’t just stand there, squash it!” She turned her face away as her hands sparked with energy killing the beast. As it stopped squirming, it dispersed into black ink which stained her hands, and the words from the book that it was eating had returned.

“Sir, what is this thing?”

“Simply put, it is your voracious curiosity given physical form. Spirits actually. Though don’t worry, they have no desire to possess you. Instead they merely wish to be fed. They feed off of knowledge and books, and the more they feed, the more they learn, the bigger they grow, the smarter they become, and the more dangerous they are. Unfortunately, it seems the rest have slipped out. They are not evil, just very driven to learn as much as possible, and they hoard that knowledge. I once let them out myself as a matter of fact. And they stored all the information they learned inside the tome I was studying. However, it seems it’s your tome now. Now then, what are you standing around for! Fix my library!”

The door was suddenly slammed behind her, and she didn’t even know when that happened. Armed with a quest, she set off to restore her master’s library and gather even more knowledge in the process. This of course led her to the best place she could think of for searching for these creatures. She had her misgivings about it, but with such an emphasis on adventuring, it proved acceptable.

Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers

Curious Anise

Name: Anise Page
Race: Tiefling
Age: 18
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Anise is thin, but not scrawny. Having spent much of her time hefting heavy books from one end of the library to another and climbing ladders, she has actually put on more muscle than many would realize. She may not heft a great sword as easily as a fighter, but if she punched you, it'd leave a mark. She has curly red hair, and her eyes are completely milky white. She dresses very plainly, not due to any lack of confidence in herself, but rather as she just has her mind set on other things. The most notable aspect is her purple-hued skin and ram-like horns that adorn her head. She is not tall, but not short either at a simple 5'7 with her shoes lifting her another inch. She usually has two books at her side at all times: Her Spirit Tome as she calls it, and whatever other book she is reading for her own leisure.

Class:
Wizard

Personality:
Anise is open and an extrovert in spite of her choice of expertise. In fact, she might be a bit too open, willing to speak her mind on most matters, even if they can come across as rude. But typically these are accompanied with jests or muses. Whether that lessens the blow is dependent on who is the target. She is far too curious for her own good, and after spending most of her times with Crampernap, she also lacks tact. No question is too embarrassing for her, and she is more than willing to share whatever knowledge she has to the point of growing giddy, speaking too fast for most to follow her train of thought.

More than anything she loves learning whatever she can. Knowledge if indiscriminate. It doesn't care who you are or what you look like. It only cares that you listen. Having been neglected by most of her piers due to her birth and appearance, she finds comfort in study. Almost as if it is a friend of hers.

Strengths
-An outside the box thinker. Many mages will often force their magic as the solution, but frequently a mechanical solution is better.
-Versatile caster, capable to altering or modifying the properties of certain spells to create slightly altered effects (Creating Ball Lighting rather than fireball, or make a fly spell a grounding spell)
-Magical Tome filled with Spirits of Curiosity allow for quick searches in her spellbook and quick Rune Casting
-A more capable lifter than most would imagine. Allows for more of the aforementioned mechanical solutions

Weaknesses
-Though physically fit, she has a weak constitution, being more susceptible to illness or disease.
-May occasionally watch an enemy or monster for too long because she wants to observe them longer
-The tome from before will try its best to absorb knowledge from other sources without much regard for the consequences if she's not watching
-Her bluntness and willingness to speak plainly can frequently cause issue with her companions or others she's speaking with.

Biography:
Most wizards who claim tutelage seek the grand ivory towers of arcane universities. They seek the massive campus of statues and crystals all standing proudly as monuments to say “Look at us! Look at how great we are!” But to Anise all she saw was an attempt to see which member had the biggest member. It was all once massive showboating competition, not truly a place to study and learn. She found better tutelage at the base of a tree.

In the base of this tree was a tiny door, one that she was quite a bit larger than. She could fit, but the fit was tight. However, once she was inside, the hollowed-out trunk grew, or rather she shrunk, so that it encompassed the space of a huge library, leading all the way to the top of the 6-foot-wide stump. There lived her teacher, Crampernap Fiddlefen, an elderly (and crabby) Gnomish man who was ostracized by the academic for his… cantankerous attitude and platitude of eccentricities. He was simply not the refined visage that the colleges wanted to uphold, though according to him, “Makes no difference to me! Poppycock and cockledoodle to them I say! When they realize who they let fly the coop, I’ll just give them the bird, heHA!”

Anise first discovered this strange world when she was just a child. Due to her unfortunate nature of birth, parents often warned their children to be careful around her. “She’s devil-blooded… Best stay away from her… She’s a liar and a deceiver…” As such, the other children often would spread rumors behind her back, and find excuses whenever she wanted to play. She knew what was going on, but she wanted them to listen. One day, she caught some children playing hide-and-seek. After she asked if she could play, they made her “it” and ran off to leave her by herself. She searched for a few minutes, hoping that just maybe she had found a group, but much to her dismay, and not at all to her surprise, they had left. Frustrated she kicked the tree that she had counted behind. From inside she heard the sound of books falling, and a man yelled out in surprise. Then something slammed against her foot, as she noticed a tiny door, and beside it a tiny man sticking his head out from the doorway. “Hey!” he cried, “Yes you! Were you the one kick at my library?!” Before she had a chance to reply, she was grabbed by the old tiny man and quickly shrunk in size. Everything happened so quickly. The next thing she knew she was staring at a massive pile of books lying on the floor, and the same old man (now only half her size) conjuring a spectral hand to place books back on the shelf. “Well? Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me?”

This was how she met her teacher. From that day on, she kept on coming back to him, in spite of his incessant complaints. However, he was a funny old man, and perhaps the first person not to see her as a fiend in the making. She had never thought herself the scholarly type, but watching the old man perform magic was fascinating. She asked questions all the time, and as a method to keep her quiet, he kept directing her to books that should have been far beyond her level. But quite the contrary, instead of discouraging her, she came back with more questions, and he came back with more books, unwittingly fueling her curiosity to an extreme level. After a while, he finally began to tolerate her. She was keeping the library organized, and helping keep things in place. While the books had been placed on the shelves, they had been done rather haphazardly in a somewhat random order, but she had taken the time over the years organizing them and keeping them neat and tidy (after she read them of course).

Things were going rather well, until one day…

“Assistant, have you seen the tome I have been studying? It’s a large brown leather-bound book.”

“No sir, I can’t say I have.” Anise was putting away a few tomes that she had finished herself. Clearly upset, Crampernap walked off muttering a few things to himself. As he walked off, Anise put her hand on a book that she hadn’t read yet. It was small, easily held in one hand. Its cover was a deep purple, with pictographs emblazoned in gold. It was remarkable. As she opened it up, she felt herself suddenly lose consciousness, as she read the few words in the book.

FREEEEEE!!!

“ANIIIIIIIIISE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LIBRARY!” She was awoken by the outrage of her mentor. Quickly she looked around her. But… everything seemed normal. “I’m sorry sir what’s the-“ Suddenly he shoved an open tome in her face “Look! Look! All the words, all the knowledge drained from the very page! I’ve seen this once before and-MY TOME!!!” He pointed at the tiny purple book held in her hand. She had seen him studying it though, this could not possibly be it. This one was tiny, his was easily the largest tome in the library. She quickly explained her side of the story. After she finished, he told her what happened.

“I see… As much as I hate to admit it, this is as much my own fault as it is yours. I never took into consideration that these beasts could alter the appearance of their book to others. They couldn’t have moved far, be quick now there ought to be at least one more nearby.”

Confused, she obeyed her mentor’s instructions. Not long after she found a tiny little beast eating the words from a book. And yes, it ripped the words right out of the book and ate them. She caught it, and called her master as it twisted and cried. “Don’t just stand there, squash it!” She turned her face away as her hands sparked with energy killing the beast. As it stopped squirming, it dispersed into black ink which stained her hands, and the words from the book that it was eating had returned.

“Sir, what is this thing?”

“Simply put, it is your voracious curiosity given physical form. Spirits actually. Though don’t worry, they have no desire to possess you. Instead they merely wish to be fed. They feed off of knowledge and books, and the more they feed, the more they learn, the bigger they grow, the smarter they become, and the more dangerous they are. Unfortunately, it seems the rest have slipped out. They are not evil, just very driven to learn as much as possible, and they hoard that knowledge. I once let them out myself as a matter of fact. And they stored all the information they learned inside the tome I was studying. However, it seems it’s your tome now. Now then, what are you standing around for! Fix my library!”

The door was suddenly slammed behind her, and she didn’t even know when that happened. Armed with a quest, she set off to restore her master’s library and gather even more knowledge in the process. This of course led her to the best place she could think of for searching for these creatures. She had her misgivings about it, but with such an emphasis on adventuring, it proved acceptable.

Lanius School of Villainy and Mischief

Actually, I think I'll pass, sorry for suddenly appearing and leaving

Lanius School of Villainy and Mischief

This originally asked if there was still an opening. But the post directly above says that lol.

Anyway, I have an idea for two characters who I will likely get started on now!

The Secrets of Wilsbury Hall (A Fantasy Puzzle-Mystery RP)

I updated the OP with a discord link and a CS Template. Let me know if you have any questions!

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

No worries. It may be for the best anyway. Have fun!

The Secrets of Wilsbury Hall (A Fantasy Puzzle-Mystery RP)

Alright then. I'll see about getting a Discord set up and making a CS template

The Secrets of Wilsbury Hall (A Fantasy Puzzle-Mystery RP)

Glad to have you interested!