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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