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Eight heroes set out, a congregation of four different races, to recover an ancient artifact of immense power. Little is known about this artifact, but the four races still agreed it was needed. Ancient prophesies litter their path to the artifact, however, and will cause much grief for the heroes. Will they make it to the artifact? Will they live? Or will the heroes never reach their goal?

Remember, the RP rules are:
1. No Godmodding
2. No taking over another's character
3. No undodgeabel attacks (ie, Taeri flings hir dagger at Astrana, striking her before she could react)
4. No killing another's character without explicit permission
5. Hate the OC, not the roleplayer
6. Please don't make me add more rules.

Characters:
Draconians:
Saelia | Herm | Warrior mage | BaseUncleSam
Taeriana/Taeri | Herm | Archmagess | BaseUncleSam

Elves:
Arabella Hugo | Female | Healer/Archer | Soupsquid
Dexion Silverleaf | Male | Mage | Hawkeye

Humans:
Dorian Pavus | Male | Archer | Hawkeye
Crow Michaelis | Male | Shapeshifting warrior | Luminousheart
Kestrel Corona | Female | Warrior | Bubblekitty
Alcove | Female | Warrior magess | Yeetthatskeet

Hybrid:
Nicote | Male | Elemental Fighter | Orca2whale
Newtmore | Male | Shapeshifting Fighter | Orca2whale
Astrana Nebula | Female | Archer | Lalalanmao

Astrana looked around frowning her sharp archer's gaze looking around her. She slunk back into the shadows trying not to be noticed. She would stay back for awhile until she more of her fellow heroes.

Taeri sat near a fire, hir sister beside hir. Shi looked at hir sister, and leaned back, forgetting shi was sitting on a log, and, predictably, fell back off the log, getting bud down hir back. Shi quickly got back up and sat back on the log, this time not leaning back.

(is there a ping list?)

Nicote watches everything from a hidden perch in a tree above everyone who'd appeared. He fiddles with one of his daggers, testing the blade, sharpening it, fixing the handle, etc. (Sorry if I'm going to creep everyone out, that's just how Nicote always acts ;D)

(Pinglist here!
Baseunclesam, soupsquid, Hawkeye, luminousheart, bubblekitty, yeetthatskeet, lalalanmao)

Crow

Crow was quietly leaning against a tree trunk, his bardiche in hand. He glanced at everyone else he could see, and closed his eyes while tilting his head back. Was there a reason he had agreed to this? If there was, he couldn't remember. This was just another opportunity for someone to seize him and break his soul once more. Anyone dare touch him and he swore to god that he would make no hesitation to make them regret it horribly. He might have been one of the youngest even here. Then again, who cared about age? He could fight just as well as anyone else.
He kept his eyes closed, leaning his head back against the tree and letting out a small sigh. Hopefully he wouldn't regret this all later. It would be a horrible way to die.

Astrana watched them all with curiousity, but not wanting to be the first one to say something. She picked up stone to sharpen her arror blades. Moving her hands helped to relieve her anxiety

Nicote yelped as his dagger fell. He tumbled after it, landing in a heap.


(Gotta break the ice ;) )

Astrana jumped coming back into reality. She had her bow and arrow drawn and ready to shoot and aim by reflex. She looked around.

Saria grinned inwardly, both at hir sister's clumsiness a well as that of Nicote. Shi drew one of hir hand axes from the sling on hir back, and began sharpening the bit, ensuring that it would be sharp enough to split armor without being so sharp it wouldn't even cut soft cheese afterward. Meanwhile, Taeri noticed the fire dying some, and tossed a ball of energy in, making it burn brighter.
"So, what are your names?" shi asked everyone, "I'm Taeriana, and this is my sister, Saria."

Nicote glared. "I'm Nicote, and none of you here had better tell anyone what just happened."