Name: Aragarien (AR-gar-E-an)

Age: About 35 or so. 

Apperance/Garb: Messy brown-almost black hair, Strange sharp green eyes. Tall. Black riding cloak and tall worn boots, and an sword which he calls So̷lv Mo̷rket

Personality: Dark, gloomy, untalktive. Fircely loyal to his few friends. Generally unfriendly to everyone. A pretty good fighter, though.

Magical Class: Wizard

Special Powers?: Extremly good with hunting and tracking, can transform into a silver-grey wolf. And whatever powers wizards usally have.

Other: He's an explorer. Wanders around mapping, or so he says.

When do we start?

Name: Miffy Flo

Age: (At least 20.) 20

Apperance/Garb: Short, with a ligh blue cloack on her shoulders.

Personality: Always eager to help and do more than she really can. Over-estimates herself.

Magical Class: (Explained above.) Can she be a mage in training? If not, just mage.

Special Powers?:(Not too Op, guys.) She can controll air, but she's not very good at controlling her magic. She can do it for a little while, but it really tires her out and she becomes super weak. She can also float, but for very short periods of time.

Other: Anyone want to be her teacher? Brookeira, maybe, since you're charrie is also a mage?

Anybody is welcome to start!

Topper!

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Emmeria

As the sky darkens I get more and more worried.  Could this be a trap?  There are quite a few people out there wo would pay for my capture.

Finally someone emerges from the shadows. Pulling out my silver sword I ask, "Who are you?"  "I'm Ferlin," says the cloaked figure. "Who are you?"  "Emmeria," I say sheathing my sword. "Did you get a pigeon too?"  "I did," he replies. "Do we know if we are waiting for anyone else?"  "I don't know."  Just then a shooting star streaks through the sky. "Guess we should get going," Ferlin says.

We run for a couple of hours until we finally find an old house by a waterfall.  "I guess we're here," I say. "Should we go in?"  Ferlin nods, and we make our way inside.  An old man stands in a corner, and I think it might be just a body until he speaks. "Are you here alone?" he asks. "Yes," Ferlin says. "What did you want to tell us?"  "Of the six of you, you two are the most understanding of what I will say:

Six heros will stand alone till their final breath, but allies will come before the death."

"Now go! Meet the others before its to late! You will find them in The Shackled Man Tavern in the next town." 

With that he died.  We dug a small grave and buried him there, beside the house with the waterfall, and set out for The Shackled Man with no idea of what we were looking for.  

Peleto~

I sip my drink slowly, glancing around the pub occasionally. People don't want me to be here, because of, well, my age. But I think they underestimate me. It is a starry night, and the crickets are chirping. It is is quite peaceful...

"Bloody hell!" 

I avert my eyes to the source of comotion. A man is writhing on the ground, foam frothing from his mouth.

"Stand back," I shout, zigzagging my way through the crowd. I kneel down beside him, murmuring the words I knew too well: "Arzak tuulin far ganoth eein!"  Suddenly, a dark, misty cloud expells from the man's mouth, and dissipates into the air.

"This man needs help," I croak above the concerned murmur of the pub. "Get him to safety." He had stopped moving, but his chest signaled he was alive. I did not have to use magic in very long time, so I feared for the worse. I glanced out the window, and the same dark clouds had covered up the moon.

My fears have come true.

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Ferlin~

Clutching my cloak, I draw the pigeon that had read the message. It's still squirming. I poke at it, whisper a few words, and let its life energy drain into me.

I'm waiting a few hours wait from the waterfall. The crooked handwriting had told me so.

I hear footsteps. I cloak myself in shadow and creep forward.

"Who're you?"

"Ferlin." I lower my eyes. "Who're you?"

"Emmeria." She glances at me again. "Got the pigeon too?"

"I did." I grit my teeth slightly. We make small talk, and then the shooting star streaks across the sky. The sign.

"Let's go." Not waiting for her to follow me, I whip up my cloak and walk away. It was a long walk, but I was prepared. Whispering to my hands, I give myself the stamina and speed to make it in an hour.

Finally the waterfall came into view. It was a pretty place, though not my choice.

"Guess we're here." She's already behind me. I sigh. "Should we go in?"

I sharply nod, and make my way inside.

The old man was old, too old, his body looking nearly dead slumped in the corner. He looks up.

"Are thee alone here?"

"Yes," I answer. "What did you want to tell us?"

"Of the six of thee," he croaked, taking a deep breath, "you two are the most understanding of what I will say,"

"Six Heros will stand alone till their final breath, but allies will come before the death."

I blink, breathing sharply.

"Now go! Meet the others..." It was getting harder for him to breathe. I almost thought of reviving him with dark magic, but that wasn't his type. "Before it is too late... You will find... You will find them in The Shackled Man Tavern in the next... Nex-"

I barely heard the word town before he collapsed on the ground, dead.

"How lovely," I breathe, biting my lip.

"We should bury him." Emmeria tilts her head slightly.

"You should." I slump into a chair. Emmeria sighs.

"Suit yourself." She grabs a shovel resting near the door. "But... I need you help carrying the body."

Groaning, I help her and watch the rest.

"Will you come with me?" Emmeria smirks. I snarl in response.

"I. Prefer. To work. Alone," I roll the word 'Alone' on my tongue. Turning on my heel, I flick up my hand, sending the door flinging out of the way. I stalk out. 

Peleto~

As people stream out of the pub, the man is carried out on a cot by two others. The worried bystanders eventually desert the place, and I sit alone, gazing out the window as the last sliver of moon light disappears.

"The pub is closing, old man. Beat it," I hear the bartender say behind me. I turn around and face him.

"It is not safe here. Take your family and leave while you can," I murmured, for I knew what was coming. 

Suddenly, before the man can respond, a horrible, dark, hand rips through the wall of the pub, and smashes the man into the ground.

"Begone you spawn of darkness!" I shout, as I slam my staff down on the floor. I send a weak green wave at the, thing, that was now in the pub. It flinches, hisses, and stalks away. I hear screaming and fire from the town, and I knew I had to get away. I crawl out the gaping hole where the door used to be, and step up on my horse, Canuel. As we are riding away, I look back at the town. It is in chaos and ruin, with those monsters everywhere. I hope it isn't too late...

Not far from the pub, Canuel suddenly rears up and runs off. I am thrown to the dirt, but hastily I get up. I hear footsteps approaching. I grip my staff, and prepare for battle.