Everlast: A Fantasy RPG

[aggiegwyn]

Everlast: A Fantasy RPG

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Plot: In a world, where magic shows in every aspect of life, and dangerous creatures crawl out of darkness, Uneous is slowly falling into danger. The head kingdom, Medinos, once well known for its unity and peace, is now splitting apart due to riots. The other kingdoms, no longer able to receive help from their head king, are now falling prisoner to all sorts of dangerous creatures. It also doesn’t help much that the rebellion is recruiting hundreds by the day, making the force of the government weaker.

What? You want to know why people are hosting a rebellion? Well, it all started when Merlot came around, showing people all sorts of magic. What he didn’t tell them is that magic is something that is only given to the chosen. In fact, Merlot told the public something completely opposite. He told the people that magic is something that can be slowly achieved, through training. Of course, this caused everyone to want that power. The rich, the poor, the women, the men…the only people against it were the priests and nuns. They thought that magic was a dark and twisted thing that came from evil demons. In some cases, they were right.

Another problem Uneous is facing is monsters. One day a few weeks ago, a messenger was sent to deliver a message to one of the guards of Tartarus. The guard’s wife had just delivered a baby boy. However, when he arrived, the good news was soon put to rest. Every person in the castle was killed. Worried, the messenger went to the deepest part of the castle, so that he could check if by some miracle the devilish creatures hadn’t escaped. But when he looked into the deep and dark abyss that was usual filled by the roars and cries of demons, there was nothing there. They had all escaped. No one is sure who would be daring enough to release them, but someone was. Whoever it was, they are assumed to very dangerous and powerful, and need to be stopped.

And if that wasn’t enough, then this basically puts the icing on the cake. Very powerful natural disasters have been occurring more and more often recently. People have prayed to their deities, especially the gods of wind, fire, earth, and water. But hardly any have been answered. Some presume it’s because something has happened to the gods. Others say it’s because the gods no longer care about mortals. The wise and old are silent, yet they already know who it is. A dark force is working upon everyone, and they think it comes from one source.

Anyhow, with so much chaos going around, the mysteriously released monsters from the depths of Tartarus, the riot for magic rights, and a mysterious increase in natural disasters, the kings, noblemen, wizards, and just about anyone else who had a leadership role came together to discuss a way to solve all of these problems. One of the people who attended was Merlot. Merlot told the others that he had discovered a way to bring back the heroes from the past, so that they may help them now. He explained that with magic he could send them to this world in order to save it. At first the others were skeptical, but Merlot had only lied once, so they trusted him. (However, their trust faded as they discovered a few weeks after the meeting that Merlot had vanished.)

Merlot left to the mountains in the north, searching for the solution he knew that he would come to find. There, he found them, the statues representing the heroes from the ancient times. Using almost all of the energy left in him, he lifted the spirits of the heroes until they were reawakened. Then, he sent them off to Cradle Village, before they could really get a grasp on things. There, they will come to realize who they are, and what becomes of their destiny.




Rules
-All SPPF RPG Rules apply. If hadn’t read them, please do.
-All posts should include name, race, location and class at the beginning of each post.
-All posts should include an inventory at the end of each post.
-Posts should be about seven lines long at least. Trust me, it isn’t as hard as it seems.
-Treat others as you would like to be treated. Try not to start fights, or bunny or godmod.
-Since you are a hero from the past, you can come from any time period before the High Middle Ages, so please don’t get me a character from the renaissance.
-Please understand that your character is from the past, so they won’t be able to grasp things very quickly. I will have my own characters help guide along the way, but it’s a very big concept to wrap your head around. (Think about Avatar: The Last Airbender!)
-If you have any other issues while playing, please contact me through VM.
-Please be creative, and have fun!




Characters
Hero--Balbus the Savior--Human Warrior--aggiegwyn

Anorra "Norra"--Human Cleric--aggiegwyn

Hero--Bronson the Talking Elephant--Grassmaster

Hero--Locke Galway the Rouge Elf--Shampoo Theif

Hero--Diego of the Stars, a Human Wizard--DVB

Hero--Raniel, Fairy Kind of the Cove--Floorman

Drako Leonard the Human Summoner + His Griffin--Billy Mays

Hero--Simeon Sabbasid the Human Summoner--Pokefan0234

Hero--Itzli Chimalli Yaotl the Changeling Mage--Zalk

Sonora the Musical Teller of Tales--Zalk

Hero--Gailwen Thiad the Protecter of the Elves--Vortexarcher

Hero--Esmeralda, the Green Hero--Mon1010




Author's Note: If you are interested in joining this RPG, the sign-ups are right here. Unfortunately I am not accepting any more reincarnating heroes, but that doesn't mean you can't be a modern folk seeking adventure!​

 

[aggiegwyn]

Merlot
Human Wizard
The Mountains of Noros

His entire body ached from the cold. He knew where the idols had to be, yet with the blizzard running along they became harder and harder to find. It was about to be dusk, which meant that the wizard would have been searching for three days. It didn’t take him that long last time. He was worried, to say the least. A few more steps, the old man told himself. A few more steps and you’ll find the statues. With his soiled shoes he rounded one of the many corners of the mountain, before he saw it.

It was a small cave. Although it was very tall, it only went back about ten yards. There, in the small shadow of the cave, stood the statues. Ah, relief never came so well.

He came to the old and weathered statue of Balbus the Savior. “Rise….for your world needs your fighting heart once more….”

He moved to the next statue, which was Bronson the Protector of Nature. “Come back, the world needs you and your loyal courage.”

Then was the next, Locke, the Superior Against Orcs. “Just once more, show your bravery against a feared enemy…”

Then was the next, Diego of the Stars. “Rise once more, for the world needs a selfless fighter…”

Then was the next, Raniel of the Fairy of the Cove. “Come back, for the world needs to know of others trials and how they overcame them…”

Then was the next, Simeon Sabbisid the Summoner. “Once more, show the world that good always prevails…”

Then was the next, Itzli Chimalli Yaotl the First Ruler. "Rise from your grave, show the world the power of a good leader..."

Then was the next, Gailwen Thiad the Protecter of the Elves. “Show the world that you are loyal to your kind…and to the goodness of the earth….”

The final was Esmeralda, the Green Hero. “Come back this world again. Show everyone that the young and defeated can rise again to complete their purpose…”

He chanted the final spell in an unknown language, only hoping that he would have enough energy to complete the spell. Frankly, he was ready to die, but he knew of other duties he needed to perform. With much difficulty, he lifted the nine heroes from their graves. But before they could even open their eyes, he used the little energy he had left to teleport them to Cradle Village.

Finally, the old man laid himself down in the snow. Rest, that sounded nice. Maybe he would be a statue someday. Probably not, the public wasn’t as big of a fan of him after his mistake. Oh well, he thought, as he drifted into sleep.


Anorra “Norra”
Human Cleric
Just Outside of Cradle Village

Anorra was waiting outside, as she had been for the past week at this time of day. Just outside of Cradle Village, in a field of wild flowers, the heroes would appear. The first few days she started at the spot where she expected them to land, until she grew impatient. But after those days she simply grabbed a book, since it would be hard for her to now notice whenever they arrived. This was a book about history, and she was currently reading about a little fairy girl who revealed talent in earth magic but was soon killed. She had read this book over and over again, just so that she would have some sort of grasp whenever the heroes arrive. But there were plenty of heroes in this story, when Merlot told her that only nine were coming. How was she supposed to know which nine? Oh well, she could possibly match each one with their name, character, and/or appearance. She collected many wild fruits and vegetables from the forest in order to feed them if they were hungry, since the food she had wouldn’t last very long serving ten people. Plus, others might want to join in the adventure, what is she supposed to do then? She would have asked Merlot through the enchanted book, but he hasn’t been answered. Now the book is just filled with her unanswered questions.

Looking at the book again, she was just about to begin the second story when a white flash of light almost blinded her, and before she could say “Holy Crap” there were the heroes standing in front of her, just as surprised as she was.

She set the book on the ground and stood herself up, introducing herself to the heroes. She never really figured out how to say the first greeting, but she supposed taking things slow would be the best.

“Hello er….newcomers! I’m Anorra, and it’s an honor to meet you all.”

The young woman stood in front of all of them, not really sure what to expect.


Inventory
Lots of food
Lots of books
Tent


Balbus the Savior
Human Warrior
Just Outside of Cradle Village

Being lifted from the dead isn’t as good of a thing as it sounds. You spend so much time in death resting that you begin to lose comprehension for everything else. You lose the ideas of war, happiness, and even life itself. But whenever being brought back to life, it feels like that calm and restored part of soul is ripped out from your body, and you remember the pain of living. Balbus felt this pain, and immediately began to understand what was going on.

For an instant, he was very cold, but it abruptly ended whenever he felt something scratch his calf. He opened his eyes and looked down, and saw that it was a wild flower. The bright light of the sun that she had not seen in over a thousand years almost blinded him and he took a moment to adjust to living. Around him he saw several others that seemed to be facing similar stress, so maybe they were somehow lifted from their graves as well.

A young woman stood before them all, and the first thing that Balbus noticed about her was the shocking resemblance. It was like looking at younger, female version of himself. He was about to take a step forward before she greeted the group, seemingly nervous.

“Hello er….newcomers! I’m Anorra, and it’s an honor to meet you all.” The girl said in a stuttered yet happy tone.

Balbus took a few steps closer to get a look at her, but didn’t go outside the group of people. He had a feeling someone else would ask the questions he wanted answered, and in the meantime maybe he could figure out why the girl had such a shocking resemblance toward him.


Inventory
Sword
Armor

 

[DVB]

Diego of the Stars
Human Wizard
Just Outside of Cradle Village

When one is dead, you are one in a state of rest. Well, I suppose it could be different for everyone. Being adrift in an ethereal peaceful rest. But whenever being brought back to life, it feels like that calm and restored part of soul is ripped out from your body, and you remember the pain of living.
Diego felt his soul being ripped from the ethereal and slammed back into the world of the physical. He felt it all return. He felt the power of magic flow through his vessels and the warmth.

Diego stretched himself and opened his eyes and looked down, and began looking around. Diego smiled at the bright sun and he jumped. He saw others had been brought back to life as well. This was certainly strange and exciting. How long has it been since he had been living? It must have been hundreds of years. He was sure things would be different.

A young woman stood before them all, and Diego couldn't help but look at her. She was attractive. The attire was strange, but then again, Diego was regarded as strange in his time. He smiled at her as she greeted him.

“Hello er….newcomers! I’m Anorra, and it’s an honor to meet you all.” The girl said in a stuttered yet happy tone.

Diego saw a fellow take a few steps, but didn't leave the group. Diego looked around. Out of the heroes, he looked like he was the youngest, but he couldn't be sure.

"What happened? Why are we here? Were we brought back to life? And nice to meet you," Diego asked her with a smile. What a friendly guy.

 

[aggiegwyn]

OOC: Remember to add inventories at the end of posts! (Forgot myself to be honest....^^")


Anorra “Norra”
Human Cleric
Just Outside of Cradle Village

Anorra saw a young man pipe up. He seemed like a wizard sort of folk, since he wasn’t wearing armor. He had dark messy hair and tan skin. There was nothing incredibly spectacular but he seemed to be happier than the others.
"What happened? Why are we here? Were we brought back to life? And nice to meet you," The young man asked. Well, with those three questions there was a lot to say, but Anorra would certainly try her best.

She sighed, because this was probably going to end up being a long ramble, but she wasn’t going to let that pull her down. After all, eventually they’d be fighting monsters.

“Well, to explain everything is a lot, but I’ll try my best to give you guys the info in a way that’s easy for both of us.” She paused. “You are all heroes from different periods of time of this world. You have all taken the problems with this world, and found solutions. You are all from the past, and you have been reincarnated into this time here and now.” She paused again to give them time to think it through. “The reason you have been brought back is because the world is in terrible trouble. There are riots in all five kingdoms, monsters have escaped from their prison, and natural disasters are stronger than ever. I don’t know why and my teacher doesn’t seem to either. But my teacher did know that we needed help. He came to the mountains were the statues of you lay. He lifted you from the dead, and brought you here, so that once more, as a team, you could save the world.”

Anorra was right, that did turn out to be a long ramble. But she was sure that answered many questions, although there was bound to be more.

Inventory
Lots of food
Lots of Books
Tent


Balbus the Savior
Human Warrior
Just Outside of Cradle Village

A young man, a wizard by the look of him, asked Anorra a jumble of questions, and then ended it with a greeting. If Balbus didn’t know any better, he would say the boy fancied her by the way he looked at her. But the woman looked old enough to marry, and she probably already has a man back at home. But she wasn’t wearing a ring, so maybe not.

Anorra took a sigh before answering the boy’s multiple questions.

“Well, to explain everything is a lot, but I’ll try my best to give you guys the info in a way that’s easy for both of us.” Balbus certainly hoped so. He would have guessed that this was dream, but he never had death dreams before. This was real, in some way or sort.

“You are all heroes from different periods of time of this world. You have all taken the problems with this world, and found solutions. You are all from the past, and you have been reincarnated into this time here and now.” Well, Balbus certainly didn’t feel like a hero. He remembered the parades hosted on his long journey home from his so called “glorious” battle. If glorious was losing your brother, then he supposed they were right. He was never a hero. He just killed men and told other men to kill men. That wasn’t a hero, that was a murderer. At the end of his days the one thing he was proud of was raising his family. And now, he was back to life, to “save the world” again. Balbus was on the edge of becoming bitter. It was hard enough living once, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to do it again.

“The reason you have been brought back is because the world is in terrible trouble. There are riots in all five kingdoms, monsters have escaped from their prison, and natural disasters are stronger than ever. I don’t know why and my teacher doesn’t seem to either. But my teacher did know that we needed help. He came to the mountains were the statues of you lay. He lifted you from the dead, and brought you here, so that once more, as a team, you could save the world.” Balbus sighed to himself. True, it did sound like there was trouble. And if things got that bad, it probably meant they didn’t have heroes in this time. Balbus remembered fighting, war, and death. But he also remembered calm, happiness, and life. And if they needed him to restore that again, and if they went so far as to drag him out of the grave to do it, it meant they meant business. Balbus didn’t have to think very much to make his decision.

He took another step forward, finally standing out of the group, before saying “You’ll have to explain some stuff to us old-timers, but I’m in.” He fought for his world before, and he would do it again. Although, the elephant in the room….literally, would need some explaining.


Inventory
Sword
Armor

 

[Billy Mays]

Drako Leonard & Gilda
Human Summoner & Creature Warrior
Just Outside of Cradle Village

Drako was out on his mid-day stroll, as usual. Although Drako was beginning to lose interest in the Village, he could still find peace in walking along the countryside, admiring all the wonders of life. It certainly was a more lively place than the desert or the mountains; not that he'd know from experience, but Drako could tell you every little detail about them based off of the books old Helion had in his house that Drako read after he passed on. But still...Drako felt a bit empty, and Gilda could tell. What purpose was he fulfilling? For all he knew, he was the last person left alive who could unlock the secrets of the ancient Dragonii race, yet here he was, frolicking through the flowers. He needed to leave...He needed to explore...He knew of all the trouble in the land outside of the village. Maybe he could help with that?

Gilda, on the other hand, was feeling pretty happy. She didn't care much about exploring or making a name for herself. Besides, she wasn't sure any place other than Cradle Village would except Griffins into their towns. She was however interested in the tent that they were approching. Every day when they went on this walk, the two of them would pass by this tent where an odd cleric girl lived. Drako had never bothered to chat with her, so they still didn't know her name, let alone why she was there in the first place. When they came up to the tent however, it was empty. You'd think it would not be odd, but from what the two of them remember, she'd been here with the tent as they walked by every day since she had first came here.

Out of curiousity, Drako began to look around for the girl, until he saw her in a field of flowers. However, she was not alone. As Drako walked closer, his educated mind immediately recognized the figures as the "heroes" whose statues rested in a cave far to the north. Well obviously, not THE heroes, just some cosplayers or something. But this definately was something worth investigating, so Drako walked up to the girl from behind and asked, "Uh, excuse me? Who are you, and who are they?"

Drako's Inventory
Gold Wand
Draconis
Short Sword
Apples
Bread
Some Water
Gold. Lots of it.

Gilda's Inventory
Raw Fish
Some Water

 

[REAL DADS]

Locke Galway
Rogue Elf
Outside of Cradle Village

Locke took a surprised step back. What the hell was this? He covered his eyes, it was so bright! Where was he? The last thing he remembered he was... dying! He was shocked when he recalled this. So, was he in the afterlife now? Sure didn't feel like an afterlife, he wouldn't think headaches were a problem in any Heaven. He uncovered his eyes and allowed them to adjust to the brightness. He looked around and noticed he was surrounded by a pretty ragtag group of different beings. He listened to what the girl, who seemed to know what the deal was, explain the situation. From the sounds of it, no. This was not the afterlife. In fact, he had already been dead for many years. Funny, he couldn't recall. The girl explained that they were here to save the world, or something of the like. Save the world? This is getting ridiculous.

"Excuse me, sweetheart" Locke said to the girl, breaking his silence. "I just want to be clear on the current situation. So, you have awoken us from death, right? Awoken us in order to fight some monsters and restore order to your home? Why would we do that? Surely, you are able to solve your own problems without having to disturb the dead."

Truth was, Locke did not mind being awoken. From what he remembered from being dead, which was nothing, it did not seem like a very fun state to be in. But Locke was not to keen on having responsibility shoved onto his shoulders out of no where. Especially a responsibility as heavy as saving the world, or whatever this girl was saying they would have to do.

Locke started going through his bag, still paying attention to the girl, but without keeping eye contact. He had his dice, and daggers, a lock pick, and a good amount of money. Money... Would that still be good here? After all these years, did they even use this currency still?

"Also," talking to the girl again holding out a few coins, "Is this still valid in these parts?"

Inventory
3 daggers, throwing knives, loaded and unloaded dice, money, and lock pick

 

[Pokefan0234]

Excuse the weird opening sequence and the fact that the beginning narration is written kind of jaggedly; I was trying out a new style of narrative and seeing if I could pull it off without making the post sound completely awkward. =P Of course, if I failed at that, then feel free to let me know so that I can change any parts that don't make any sense.

Also...

Well obviously, not THE heroes, just some cosplayers or something.

I'm probably the only one who was laughing at that, but that line was hilarious. xD

Simeon Sabbasid
Human Summoner
Outside Cradle Village

The raven was speaking.

Look, listen. The raven was speaking in song. Incantations, brought forth by the arcane tongue. Damning lyrics, the chorus of hell. Discord, brought to the deep from the deep, and from the darkness, wherein the shadows roared, “Reprise, reprise!” And the rhythm beat; the rhythm beat to the heart, to the soul, and against the soul, pounding in execution, in infinite execution.

But a new chorus arose. Melody, a sour sort to fall on such raw wounds. From above, or yet, from below, there were voices. “The hero is good. The hero is well.” And in such a nonexistence. Such a nonexistence as the hero, there were voices.

“Arise.” Winds curled to harmony, lifting upward. Higher, the music sang. Faster. Yet the chorus still resounded; the chorus still roared “reprise.”

Look, listen.

The raven was speaking in song.

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From the depths of his eternal slumber, Simeon awoke. Slowly, and with much confusion at the light, the strange blinding that caused white to encompass his being. Around him, a low warmth clung to his arms, draping across his shoulders and head – a warmth like nothing he had felt in ages. He felt his vision squint, felt it roll downward into shadow; and, seeing darkness, it gradually opened to reveal green. Color was a kaleidoscope, interchanging in frequency, and mingling whites and pinks against the palates of the landscape.

Light. That was the phrase he had used to describe it. The sensation of seeing. Gradually, the colors began to separate, and he felt himself adjusting to the blinding that rendered him incapacitated. Grasses formed. Flowers. Nature.

He could feel it now, understand it, really, the warmth on his back. Light.

He looked up at the landscape – the brown oak of tree, the ocean blue of sky. Everything he had not seen in decades, had not had the chance to remember, was now in front of him.

Light. He felt overwhelmed. The colors swirled, and at once, he felt himself falling. Instinctively, he regained balance – and realized that he was now standing in his own corpse.

The recognition was instant. He raised a hand across his face, traced the scars along his skin. Yes, this was his. This was him. Simeon. He was surprised he could remember such a name. Simeon Sabbassid. Such a familiar ring.

A pounding rang in his ears. Silent, he listened. What was that devilish tune? He placed a hand on his neck, feeling for the sound. A pulse beat in his fingertips. A heartbeat. Startled, he pulled himself away, becoming at once aware of the sound of his heart, of the sound of his own breathing.

He was alive.

His weary mind sparked at the thought. No, that wasn’t right. He couldn’t be alive. Not now. Not after so many years in his eternal ending, in his own death. He couldn’t be alive. And yet, he could feel it. The pulse. The breath. These were the signs of the living. Surely, he was alive.

“So the Hindus were not liars after all…” he murmured, hearing the words roll of his tongue. Startled, he blinked at the sound of his own voice. How many years had gone by, since he had heard his own words? How many years had gone by in his death? His head swam with questions. Perhaps, there was something that could-

“Hello er….newcomers! I’m Anorra, and it’s an honor to meet you all.”

The greetings of a young lady caused Simeon to jerk, surprised at the sudden sound. He turned, albeit sharply, toward a woman dressed in the white and equipped with a spiked metal weapon. From the corners of his eyes, he spotted other figures, and he casted a sharp glance in their direction. Warriors, mages, rogues… they were a motley of miscellaneous time periods. Were these others, then, reincarnated as he was? He shook his head, letting his mind clear. Everything was still so unclear…

Luckily, he was not the only one baffled. Another figure, one of a mage’s attire, quickly caught the girl’s attention and began to ask all sorts of questions regarding the situation.

The girl answered with a sigh. “Well, to explain everything is a lot, but I’ll try my best to give you guys the info in a way that’s easy for both of us.” And so, she began to explain. About heroes and past times, reincarnation. About the troubles of the present – monsters, riots, natural disasters. Moreover, she elaborated on her and her masters perplexment, and how he had brought back the heroes of old to be heroic once again. Through all this, Simeon listened in silence.

There was a pause. Then suddenly, as though the heroes had finally awoken, a scramble of statements and questions arose. A Roman Gladiator stepped forward, offering his sword to the cleric’s cause, while a rogue counted out his old currency in hopes that it was still viable. Simeon, however, was in no mood to exchange any courtesies with the woman. He stepped to the side, away from the group of heroes, until he could concentrate on his own thoughts.

He closed his eyes, listening to the brushing of the plainwinds. A world on the brink of destruction, in desperate need of its old heroes. Surely, this was not what he expected to wake up to – if he could say he expected to awaken at all. It was an unfortunate business – the monsters, the riots – and a few good heroes would be reasonable enough to deal with it. But why him, of all men? He was no hero. Just a soldier on the battlefield. A simple summoner. A scholar.

He felt for the satchel on his side. It was still with him, much to his relief. Slowly, he felt through the contents, fingering the binding of a book and feeling the edge of the compactable Scholar’s staff at the bottom of his bag. Except… no, that wasn’t right. He felt along the binding of the book again. One book. Just one? He could have sworn he’d had two with him on the battlefield…

Frantically, he flipped open the satchel and began rifling through the bag. Surely he hadn’t lost it on his way back to the living?! He peered in, shook its contents a bit, hoping that the shifting of the objects would magically reveal the books location. The Anyasa Isicara?! He couldn’t have lost it, it couldn’t be-

"Uh, excuse me?” The sudden question nearly caused him to leap out of his own skin. “Who are you, and who are they?"


He turned, glaring at the speaker, a man whose dressed purposed that he was a magic user. He had with him a Griffin. A summoner, then? Intriguing… he had yet to spot another summoner in the crowd of reincarnates. He softened his gaze, closing the satchel at his side, and turned toward the man with an expression of curiousness. Yes, he did look like a summoner…

Inventory:
+ Tome of Many Names
+ Scholar’s Staff
+ Satchel for carrying books and other belongings

 

[DVB]

Diego of the Stars
Human Wizard
Just Outside of Cradle Village


“Well, to explain everything is a lot, but I’ll try my best to give you guys the info in a way that’s easy for both of us.” She paused. “You are all heroes from different periods of time of this world. You have all taken the problems with this world, and found solutions. You are all from the past, and you have been reincarnated into this time here and now.” She paused again to give them time to think it through. “The reason you have been brought back is because the world is in terrible trouble. There are riots in all five kingdoms, monsters have escaped from their prison, and natural disasters are stronger than ever. I don’t know why and my teacher doesn’t seem to either. But my teacher did know that we needed help. He came to the mountains were the statues of you lay. He lifted you from the dead, and brought you here, so that once more, as a team, you could save the world.”

Diego nodded and had a serious look. While the world has changed regarding kingdoms, war is never good. Beyond that, there were monsters and even nature itself was in turmoil.

Diego smiled at the old guy. He looked around and saw someone who looked like a summoner, an elf rogue and other people were heroes in their own right. Even an elephant. Woah, it was amazing. He never saw one before until now. He stared at the noble creature with open admiration and surprise.

"Uh, excuse me?” The sudden question nearly caused him to leap out of his own skin. “Who are you, and who are they?"

Diego was about to answer, but he decided for everyone to get awake before doing so. He then saw the elf rogue say something. "Excuse me, sweetheart" Locke said to the girl, breaking his silence. "I just want to be clear on the current situation. So, you have awoken us from death, right? Awoken us in order to fight some monsters and restore order to your home? Why would we do that? Surely, you are able to solve your own problems without having to disturb the dead."

Diego turned to him. "Well, maybe it's not as simple as that. For all we know, we may have to fight the ruler of evil itself. While war and monsters are something all of us ay or may not have fought, for things to worsen in nature itself is never pleasant news. My work has taught me that nature exists in a balance and something threatening that requires alot of power and is never good. If everyone here are heroes and someone saw the need and had the power to bring us all back, then something must be seriously be wrong," Diego told him. He also notice him present the currency.

He looked at the summoner who liked he may have lost something. Diego worried about his staff. He wondered what happened to it.

"I think we should all introduce ourselves. We all became heroes though I am not sure if everyone knows why. I am thinking we state our name, why we are heroes or at least think we are considered heroes as well as any special things," Diego suggested.

"Who would like to go first?"

Inventory:
Clothes

 

[aggiegwyn]

OOC: Wow Pokefan, I really liked that intro. It was very unique and as a writer and reader I really liked it. Well done!

Anorra “Norra”
Human Cleric
Just Outside of Cradle Village

Norra received several replies within the next few moments. One of the heroes, a rouge elf by the look of it, asked "Excuse me, sweetheart" He said to Norra, breaking his silence. She didn’t appreciate him calling her sweetheart, but she could only imagine what it was like to be brought from the dead. Oh, Merlot. Why did he have to shove all of his problems on her? "I just want to be clear on the current situation. So, you have awoken us from death, right? Awoken us in order to fight some monsters and restore order to your home? Why would we do that? Surely, you are able to solve your own problems without having to disturb the dead."
She was about to answer, but Diego beat her to it. She couldn’t really hear them, so she hoped they weren’t picking fights. Then, the elf asked about the currency within his hands. It looked similar to the coins she had used back at home, just with different designs. She was sure he could trade it in to some sort of collector or…well she didn’t really know to be honest.

A warrior stepped forward. He seemed to be older than the others, and looking at her, she saw his face and stature, and was shocked. It was like looking at an older male version of herself. He had the same curly hair, square nose, and freckles as she. They could be father and daughter. The man offered his sword to her cause, and she finally recognized him for his true name: Balbus. She recognized him from the paintings in one of her history books. He was in the Roman Empire, and conquered many countries. He was a cunning general, and led his country to be one of the greatest empires of history. He was painted differently, younger, with more muscle, but even now she could recognize him. What an honor! Well, of course it was an honor to meet each one, but now that she actually could tell where this man was from, it was shocking.

However, her happy thoughts were soon interrupted by the Summoner. She had seen him pass her tent each day, but she never bothered to come out, since Merlot kept sending her more and more books to study up on, and she didn’t have enough time to socialize since she was on a time limit. Now that she got a closer look at him, she noticed how thin he was. He could use a turkey leg or two.

"Uh, excuse me? Who are you, and who are they?" the summoner asked. She really wasn’t sure how to explain to him that her teacher lifted heroes from the past in order to save the future, but she would try her best. This was all bound to be stressful anyways, she might as well get it over with.

“Greetings,” she stated in a calm tone “I’m pretty sure we’ve passed each other before, I’m Anorra, but you can call me Norra. I’m pretty sure you won’t believe this, but these people are all heroes from past. They are not fools who dress as the heroes of our past. They have been reincarnated, since no heroes from our own time have risen to solve the problems of today.”

She was pretty sure the man would call her crazy, but oh well. Eventually the whole world would believe whenever it was saved. Another one of the heroes was digging within his bag and staring at the village summoner. She didn’t quite recognize him…but his face rang a bell. Some of the heroes were easy to recognize. The elephant, Bronson, was easy because…he was an elephant. Everyone else seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quite match them up with their stories yet.

"I think we should all introduce ourselves. We all became heroes though I am not sure if everyone knows why. I am thinking we state our name, why we are heroes or at least think we are considered heroes as well as any special things," The young man suggested. The dark hair and tan skin was bring a bell….was it in Rome….Greece? She wasn’t too sure yet. His suggestion was good, but she wasn’t sure how well the other heroes would respond. Most heroes were leaders, and when you’re a leader you don’t like listening to others.

"Who would like to go first?" He finished. Norra walked towards the thin, black-haired summoner. He would probably have questions and she would be there to answer them, along with watching over the heroes.

Inventory
Lots of food
Lots of Books
Mace


Balbus the Savior
Human Warrior
Just Outside of Cradle Village

Many of the other heroes babbled with Norra, and he let his thoughts wander for a bit until a rouge elf spoke against the young woman. He could understand the young man’s anger, but he didn’t like how he disrespected Anorra. He felt a strange protectiveness over the girl, and didn’t like it when she was insulted. The young man beat him to it when it came to speaking out to him. Balbus wondered again about the resemblance. If he was from the past, was it possible that they were somehow related? It was a possible theory, but there was no way to prove it. Ah well. Again, his thoughts were interrupted by the same young wizard.

"I think we should all introduce ourselves. We all became heroes though I am not sure if everyone knows why. I am thinking we state our name, why we are heroes or at least think we are considered heroes as well as any special things," he began. "Who would like to go first?"

Balbus wasn’t very outspoken, but he was aware of his aura of leadership and didn’t want to group to argue any longer. He supposed the best way to end it is to role with the more peaceful way.

“I suppose I will. Though they called me “Balbus the Savior” I would honestly prefer that you just call me Balbus. I wasn’t really a hero, but I suppose by this magician’s standards I was. I worked in my country, the Roman Empire, as a general. My job was simply to kill people. And when I did that, the country rejoiced. However, I did most of that whenever I was a young man. So maybe I really became a hero whenever I decided to come home. The solution escapes me. Beyond my war history, I had a beautiful family and a simple life on a farm.”

Inventory:
Sword
Armor

 

[Grassmaster411]

OOC:Ah, let the elephant jokes begin again.
Sorry its a little long, but I had a lot of ideas. I actually had to shorten it some, belive it or not.

Bronson
African Elephant
Deep forest. 1000 years earlier.

Bronson walked, unsteady on his heavy, 100 year old feet. He stumbled now and then, but the rhino on his left and hippo on his right would not let him fall. They were to help him to his destination, and then leave. Following him was a single member of each carnivore to exist. This was another one of Bronsons requests. Big cats, dogs, bears, reptiles, theropods, mammal-like reptiles, birds of prey, mustiladae, and creatures no humanoid could ever begin to describe trailed behind him. But they were not for security.

Finally, Bronson's pillar like legs could carry him no more, and he tumbled forward, falling onto the ground with a resonating bang. The rhino and hippo left, not anxious to see what would happen. The carnivores gathered around him in a huge circle, about ten feet away from where Bronson lay.

Days passed. Elephants take a long time to die. Not a single meat eating beast left his side, many coming closer to comfort him in his last moments. None really knew him though. All of his close friends, humanoid or otherwise, had died a long time ago. With his last breath, Bronson closed his eyes, beackoned the animals to feast, and died.


Bonson
African Elephant
Just outside Cradle Village

For about a minute, Bronson didn't register that he was again, alive. Since his body was younger, he felt no strain as his huge, pillar-like legs hold up his seven ton body. His eyes remained closed, thinking he would die and be feasted on at any moment. He heard voices, but did not respond, not knowing what they could possibly mean. What snapped him out of his torpor was a sound normally ignored and unapreciated.

Birdsong

His eyes snapped open, being briefy blinded by a strange and unfamilair light. Bronson's thick, sand-resistant eyelashs kept his eyes from being hurt. When they adjusted, he saw himself in a wide open grassland, bordered not far from a temperate forest. It was extremely peaceful, which Bronson didn't question imediatly. But he then saw the humaniods around him. Although he dosen't outwardly hate all humaniods, he dosent like them either. If they were here, then there was no way this was heaven. He saw several, each with strange features or cloths, although Bronson couldn't care less.

Still standing silently, he slowly, almost unnoticably started to swing his trunk back and forth. This escaladed into a mad swinging of his head. Dust swirled around him. That was followed him him rising to his hind legs, trumpeting into the air, and slamming his feet onto the ground, shaking the earth around him. As he impacted, he let loose a low frequency rumble, inaudible to humanoids. The echolocation like shockwave would travel for miles, alerting all animals that heard it to Bronson's presence.

After that spontaneous exhertation of energy, Bronson finally acknowledged the speaking female humanoid nearby. “Well, to explain everything is a lot, but I’ll try my best to give you guys the info in a way that’s easy for both of us.” She paused. “You are all heroes from different periods of time of this world. You have all taken the problems with this world, and found solutions. You are all from the past, and you have been reincarnated into this time here and now.” She paused again to give them time to think it through. “The reason you have been brought back is because the world is in terrible trouble. There are riots in all five kingdoms, monsters have escaped from their prison, and natural disasters are stronger than ever. I don’t know why and my teacher doesn’t seem to either. But my teacher did know that we needed help. He came to the mountains were the statues of you lay. He lifted you from the dead, and brought you here, so that once more, as a team, you could save the world.”

Bronson considered that. At first thoughtfully, then angrily. Again, here were humanoids asking for help after they have gotten themselves into trouble. The human female seemed to know what she was speaking of, so Bronson decided to listen further, to find out if this was true or not. Another human walked by, acompanied by a Griffin. The human was no interest to Bronson, though the griffin may be an ally later.

"Excuse me, sweetheart" an elfish humanoid said. "I just want to be clear on the current situation. So, you have awoken us from death, right? Awoken us in order to fight some monsters and restore order to your home? Why would we do that? Surely, you are able to solve your own problems without having to disturb the dead." "Also," talking to the girl again holding out a few coins, "Is this still valid in these parts?" Bronson disliked this one at the start of his speech, mainly from his arrogant attitude and use for currency.

These humanoids really can't shut up, Bronson thought, as another began to speak. "Well, maybe it's not as simple as that. For all we know, we may have to fight the ruler of evil itself. While war and monsters are something all of us may or may not have fought, for things to worsen in nature itself is never pleasant news. My work has taught me that nature exists in a balance and something threatening that requires alot of power and is never good. If everyone here are heroes and someone saw the need and had the power to bring us all back, then something must be seriously be wrong. I think we should all introduce ourselves. We all became heroes though I am not sure if everyone knows why. I am thinking we state our name, why we are heroes or at least think we are considered heroes as well as any special things. Who would like to go first?"

Bronson was really beginning to be annoyed by all these yabbering things. But he knew a way that always shut up humans and the like. "Will you all please, shut up." Bronson said calmly. It was very likely that many would look around, trying to figure out where the voice came from, then realize that the elephant had spoken. "My ears hurt so much from this useless blabbering, I wish I was still dead. Now if you all don't mind, I am starving, and will help my self." Bronson made his way to the large pile of fruits and vegatables. Halfway there, he stumbled, temporarily blinded by a vision. He rarely got these, but had experianced them before. Anytime an animal species goes extinct, he knows it. Once, in his last life, he had a vision showing a giant tortiose. It was depressing, but these things happened occasionally.

It was worse now. He almost fell when his vision showed him how many have gone extinct since his time. Dozens of images flashed before his eyes. Tyrannosaurs were gone. As were thylacosmilus, dodo, thylacine, quagga, the black-footed ferret, blue antelope, mammoth, large sauropods, many frogs and toads, and countless animals that Bronson had met and befriended. While he had no proof, Bronson imediatly guessed how these species met their ends.

Turining to face Anorra, he said "Why, do you think, I would ever help humanoids now. After what your kinds have done, that I would be so obediant as to help you? What the other humanoid said was correct. Nature is out of balance, but you humanoids are so naive. Did it ever occur to you that it may be your fault? That the hundreds of species that your kinds hunted to extinction mean anything? If I had not saved your hairless pink behinds ages ago, most of you would be thinking about how well I would look above your mantle." Bronson never raised his voice or overeacted, like he might have in his youth. But his anger was portrayed in his voice.

Inventory:
Mace
Armor
Pack
Map or Crownen

 

[REAL DADS]

Locke
Rogue Elf
Outside of Cradle Village

Locke let out a little chuckle at the current situation. He could tell from some the responses he got that he was not making the best first impression. That was not his intention. "Excuse my manners" Locke said to the group as he stuffed his money back into his bag. He would have to see if he could trade that for some current money later on. "I'm just a bit... Out of my element at the moment." He figured any more questions he had to ask would be best saved for later, after some of the confusion had died down. From the sounds of it so far, though, Anorra appeared to know just as much s they did on who or what they were supposed to be fighting. He looked around the group and saw many different groups represented. He saw humans, fairies, elves, even an elephant, who seemed to be a bit out of control, throwing dust every where. He took a few steps away from the beast. He was glad to see some attractive faces in the group as well. He was thankful to not see an Orcs in the group. That could have been awkward.

He listened to one of the men, Balbus, introduce himself. "Good to meet you!" Locke said cheerfully, sticking out his hand for a handshake. "My name is Locke Galway. I lived a long time ago, I'd guess. My claim to fame was assassinating the Orc tyrant Cormg. I'm also very good at cards, if anyone would be interested sometime."

It was about that time, when he heard someone ask them to shut up. A deep, yet calm voice. Locke realized it was the elephant speaking. That was a surprise to his, who assumed Anorra had brought it for transport. The elephant came back from a snack and said "Why, do you think, I would ever help humanoids now. After what your kinds have done, that I would be so obediant as to help you? What the other humanoid said was correct. Nature is out of balance, but you humanoids are so naive. Did it ever occur to you that it may be your fault? That the hundreds of species that your kinds hunted to extinction mean anything? If I had not saved your hairless pink behinds ages ago, most of you would be thinking about how well I would look above your mantle." Locke smirked after hearing what the elephant had to say. He liked this guy. He also made a mental note to not get to close to him.

 

[Billy Mays]

Drako Leonard & Gilda
Human Summoner & Creature Warrior
Just Outside Cradle Village

Drako listened as the yound woman responded. “Greetings,” she stated in a calm tone “I’m pretty sure we’ve passed each other before, I’m Anorra, but you can call me Norra. I’m pretty sure you won’t believe this, but these people are all heroes from past. They are not fools who dress as the heroes of our past. They have been reincarnated, since no heroes from our own time have risen to solve the problems of today.”

Drako had trouble believing her, but when he put his mind to it, it kind of made since. If this location held any sort of importance, it could explain why the girl was here, plus where would there, in all of Uneous, be a group of people dressed up as the heroes of old, including a talking elephant? Or, at least, he thought it could talk. "Will you all please, shut up." Bronson said calmly. Yeah, it could talk. "My ears hurt so much from this useless blabbering, I wish I was still dead. Now if you all don't mind, I am starving, and will help my self." The elephant started to make his to some vegetation, but then stopped and turned back. "Why, do you think, I would ever help humanoids now. After what your kinds have done, that I would be so obediant as to help you? What the other humanoid said was correct. Nature is out of balance, but you humanoids are so naive. Did it ever occur to you that it may be your fault? That the hundreds of species that your kinds hunted to extinction mean anything? If I had not saved your hairless pink behinds ages ago, most of you would be thinking about how well I would look above your mantle." What a sourpuss.

Drako wasn't going to take this insult standing down, even if it was from a 7 ton elephant. "Talk about a hypocrite. You talk as if we do not care about the well being of other creatures, yet you also talk as if we are more like ravenous killing machines that aren't worth helping rather than living things. Did it ever occur to you that not ALL humans are like that? I, for one, am utterly insulted that you would even think that I would do such a thing as hang the head of a creature on a mantle, like some sort of trophy."

Gilda, on the other hand, was already taking a liking to Bronson. He held some sort of powerful presence to him, like some sort of mighty animal general; a presence to Gilda much stronger than the ACTUAL general. Or at least, the man in the Roman Legionare outfit looked like some sort of general. Plus she thought it was funny how he said he saved the humans' "hairless pink behinds". She was kind of indiffrent about the girl saying these people (and elephant) were all reincarnated heroes, although if it was true that would be pretty cool. Drako had taught her to read (at least in English, she has no intention on learning Dragonii), but even then she didn't read any of Drako's books often, especially the boring history ones.

Drako's Inventory
Gold Wand
Draconis
Short Sword
Apples
Bread
Some Water
Gold. Lots of it.

Gilda's Inventory
Raw Fish
Some Water

 

[DVB]

Diego of the Stars
Human Wizard
Just Outside of Cradle Village

Diego nodded to the Balbus. He did not know of the Roman Empire. However, from the attire, he could guess that the Roman Empire must have existed after his death. How long had it been? Also, it appeared that he was a weary warrior. Diego could understand that, he supposed.

Turining to face Anorra, he said "Why, do you think, I would ever help humanoids now. After what your kinds have done, that I would be so obediant as to help you? What the other humanoid said was correct. Nature is out of balance, but you humanoids are so naive. Did it ever occur to you that it may be your fault? That the hundreds of species that your kinds hunted to extinction mean anything? If I had not saved your hairless pink behinds ages ago, most of you would be thinking about how well I would look above your mantle."

Diego faced the elephant with a look of distaste. Extinction? Seriously? Humanity has not progressed far enough to be able nothing close to that. Before he can say anything, the elf spoke.

He listened to one of the men, Balbus, introduce himself. "Good to meet you!" Locke said cheerfully, sticking out his hand for a handshake. "My name is Locke Galway. I lived a long time ago, I'd guess. My claim to fame was assassinating the Orc tyrant Cormg. I'm also very good at cards, if anyone would be interested sometime."

Diego nodded. From what is looked like, he was an all right guy. Diego was about to speak, but the summoner beat him to the punch.

Talk about a hypocrite. You talk as if we do not care about the well being of other creatures, yet you also talk as if we are more like ravenous killing machines that aren't worth helping rather than living things. Did it ever occur to you that not ALL humans are like that? I, for one, am utterly insulted that you would even think that I would do such a thing as hang the head of a creature on a mantle, like some sort of trophy."

"Also, what proof do you have? For all you know, some people have existed in times before you have. We are not capable of being able to hunt down creatures to where they no longer exist in the world. Do not let your hatred toward us blind you from truth," Diego started.

"And on that note, if you truly care for nature, don't you wish to help and save this world? I cannot speak for everyone, but I can say that since you have a statue here, you are considered a hero. None of us would consider harming you. Being pessimistic does not and will never equate to wisdom. It is simply like optimism, but on the opposite side, and sometimes it is even worse because of the conceitedness that accompanies it," Diego elaborated.

Diego took a deep breath. He looked to Norra and smiled at her. "I suppose I should go next. My name is Diego of the Stars. My fame came from the fact I was found during a shower of stars as well as my unique powers," Diego stated before he said a brief prayer and began emitting faint, but noticeable amounts of plasma, of electric glowing gas from his hands. This lasted about a minute.

"My last act. I saved the city of Delphi from a massive rockslide by using my magic to send a massive wave of this unique 'star' wind to melt, break and stop the rock slide, costing my life in the process," Diego said. Since Diego existed before Balbus, it may be possible the older man knew the lad.

Inventory:
Clothes

 

[aggiegwyn]

OOC: Heh-heh. Pink butts.

Anorra “Norra”
Human Cleric
Just Outside of Cradle Village

The Roman General, Balbus spoke up and explained his past to the group. She wasn’t very surprised, since Balbus had seemed to be the quiet and kind type sort so far. The contrast to his nature described in the books and what she was seeing now was extreme. The rouge elf went next, and greeted himself as Locke, and she recognized his name immediately. He saved the elves from the orcs and lived the rest of his life as an honorable king. Wow, he certainly sounded a lot more…knightly in the books. Not like a rouge who cared about money above most else. Oh well, he must be a hero whenever needed, or else he would have never saved his kind. He seemed to be trying to heal his impression.

Bronson spoke up. "Will you all please, shut up." Bronson said calmly. It was very likely that many would look around, trying to figure out where the voice came from, then realize that the elephant had spoken. Norra liked it. She already knew he could talk of course, so she found it a little funny to see everyone’s expressions. She kind of liked the elephant. He was rough on the edges, but seemed to have a good since of humour. "My ears hurt so much from this useless blabbering, I wish I was still dead. Now if you all don't mind, I am starving, and will help myself." Bronson made his way to the large pile of fruits and vegatables. Halfway there, he stumbled, which almost frightened Norra. They were already attracting enough attention by standing and jabbering in such a large group. She didn’t want to have a large animal shake the entire town with a fall. It was slowly crawling towards evening, and Norra was forming ideas in her head for the sleeping situation.

But her thoughts were interrupted whenever Bronson turned to her, now seemingly angry. "Why, do you think, I would ever help humanoids now. After what your kinds have done, that I would be so obedient as to help you? What the other humanoid said was correct. Nature is out of balance, but you humanoids are so naive. Did it ever occur to you that it may be your fault? That the hundreds of species that your kinds hunted to extinction mean anything? If I had not saved your hairless pink behinds ages ago, most of you would be thinking about how well I would look above your mantle."

She was about to reply, when the summoner interrupted her. "Talk about a hypocrite. You talk as if we do not care about the well being of other creatures, yet you also talk as if we are more like ravenous killing machines that aren't worth helping rather than living things. Did it ever occur to you that not ALL humans are like that? I, for one, am utterly insulted that you would even think that I would do such a thing as hang the head of a creature on a mantle, like some sort of trophy."

Then Diego began. "Also, what proof do you have? For all you know, some people have existed in times before you have. We are not capable of being able to hunt down creatures to where they no longer exist in the world. Do not let your hatred toward us blind you from truth," he started. Norra really hoped these guys weren’t doing this to protect her, since she could do that just fine.

"And on that note, if you truly care for nature, don't you wish to help and save this world? I cannot speak for everyone, but I can say that since you have a statue here, you are considered a hero. None of us would consider harming you. Being pessimistic does not and will never equate to wisdom. It is simply like optimism, but on the opposite side, and sometimes it is even worse because of the conceitedness that accompanies it," Diego elaborated.

Diego took a deep breath. He looked to Norra and smiled at her. Norra must of replied with a strange smirk, since she didn’t really have much control over her face. Boys usually didn’t look at her like that. Especially ones that were a couple thousand years old.
"I suppose I should go next. My name is Diego of the Stars. My fame came from the fact I was found during a shower of stars as well as my unique powers," Diego stated before he said a brief prayer and began emitting faint, but noticeable amounts of plasma, of electric glowing gas from his hands. This lasted about a minute. This shocked Norra slightly. She had heard about plasma magic before, but she wasn’t entirely sure if it was a myth or not. She guessed it wasn’t, which was quite incredible.

"My last act. I saved the city of Delphi from a massive rockslide by using my magic to send a massive wave of this unique 'star' wind to melt, break and stop the rock slide, costing my life in the process," She wondered if Balbus knew about this, since the Romans came after the Greeks.

Before Bronson could reply she set herself between the two opponents. She turned to the summoner and Diego.

“Please, I don’t mean to be rude, but I can speak for myself, and Bronson was speaking to me.” She turned to Bronson. “I’m sorry, for setting such a large responsibility upon you. And I’m sorry for what my race has done to all animals. There is no excuse for anything that has been done. I understand that you’re angry and hurt, but in order for us to even consider bringing you back we had to be on our last legs. And we are. So I can understand if you don’t want to help. But we need your help, and if you aren’t going to offer it, I will not hesitate to return you to your peaceful rest.” Anorra didn’t mean to anger anyone, but she had to make things very clear and in control. They had to understand the dire circumstances, and if they didn’t, she would only spend a moment to follow her teacher’s orders.

Inventory:
Lots of books
Lots of food
Mace


Balbus the Savior
Human Warrior
Just Outside of Cradle Village

"Good to meet you!" the previously-rude elf said cheerfully, sticking out his hand for a handshake. Balbus accepted the gesture out of courtesy, since he was taught how to be a gentleman from a very young age. He might be a bit rusty, but he wasn’t going to be rude if her didn’t need to. "My name is Locke Galway. I lived a long time ago, I'd guess. My claim to fame was assassinating the Orc tyrant Cormg. I'm also very good at cards, if anyone would be interested sometime."

It was interesting to see such a casual man and know that at some point that he took back his kingdom, but Balbus accepted it. He learned how to be tolerant through much practice, and this was a good test to the lesson. But he knew that any man could be a soldier from experience, and he wasn’t so surprised with this one. He gave a short smile to the man for reassurance.
Balbus noticed the heat rising between the elephant and the summoner. He took grip of the sword on his belt, and for a moment worried where his helmet was. It was possible he wasn’t buried with it, since in his time they didn’t believe in reincarnation. He was lucky to have his sword. He understood the elephants argument, and even agreed with it in a twisted way, but he also knew his responsibility to the world, and was ready to fill it. He heard the boy enter in to, and recognized his name: Diego of the Stars. Wow, he had heard the myth about his magic but wasn’t sure if it was as real as suggested. But it had to be, since he was right there. Simply put, Balbus’ respect for the boy grew immensely that moment.

He was calmed when he saw Norra step between the two and speak to both of them. She certainly knew how to hold herself. Even when facing the elephant, her spirit was large, and she didn’t seem to be afraid. That was admirable. He still clutched his sword however, because he had a feeling that the elephant had a short fuse.


Inventory:
Sword
Armor

 

[Grassmaster411]

OOC: Man you guys post fast.

Bronson
African Elephant
Cradle Village

The newcomer with the griffin Began to counter Bronsons remark. "Talk about a hypocrite. You talk as if we do not care about the well being of other creatures, yet you also talk as if we are more like ravenous killing machines that aren't worth helping rather than living things. Did it ever occur to you that not ALL humans are like that? I, for one, am utterly insulted that you would even think that I would do such a thing as hang the head of a creature on a mantle, like some sort of trophy."

Bronson Ignored the newcomer, mainly because for the life of him Bronson couldn't understand his point. Other than the fact that he clearly stated the fact that not all humans are the same, the rest seemed to be strengthing Bronsons point. The other human was much....more composed, so Bronson listend more intently.

"Also, what proof do you have? For all you know, some people have existed in times before you have. We are not capable of being able to hunt down creatures to where they no longer exist in the world. Do not let your hatred toward us blind you from truth." he started.
"And on that note, if you truly care for nature, don't you wish to help and save this world? I cannot speak for everyone, but I can say that since you have a statue here, you are considered a hero. None of us would consider harming you. Being pessimistic does not and will never equate to wisdom. It is simply like optimism, but on the opposite side, and sometimes it is even worse because of the conceitedness that accompanies it," the man elaborated.

The intelectual side of the conversation steadied Bronson's head again. But what got his attention was the kids name. Diego. The name resonated deeply with Bronson. He had a friend of that name a long time ago, and the similarities were uncanny, even at first meeting. After hearing him speak, Bronson slowly and methodolically walked towards him, until he was standing right in front of him. Bronson had no intention of hurting him, and he even agreed with his statment. But that didn't mean Bronson wasn't going to intimidate him a little.

"You are very wise, for one of your stature" he began. "And you make a good point. No humanoid race could have wiped out the sauropods. But I do know of their status. I can sense when an animal becomes extinct. The great sauropods and tyrannosaurs are gone. I will hold no humanoid for blame on those. But I will find out what caused their downfall. As with the others." Bronson took a few steps back, now much less serious. "I had a friend by your name. You two bere a remarkable resemblance to each other."

Turning his great head over to see the griffin man, Bronson said "Times may have changed since I have been gone. But you would not be so quick to argue if you had been in my place. I have watched my entire family be brutally murdered. They fell because back then, our tusks were used as magic potions and religious sacrifices. I just saw all the animals to have gone extinct since I died, so I naturally assumed that humanoids played a part somewhere."

After Anorra gave her speech, Bronson was all in all impressed. Not many humans would ever face an elephant so calmly. Bronson even enjoyrd the slight threat in the phrase 'return you to your sleep'. He didn't think she could do it before he stopped her, but still, it showed bravary and confidence. " Then I will fight with you, brave human. I am Bronson. When Morain and King Ben summouned an army of deamons to wipes out all the other races, I brought together all the species of the world to fight back. I killed him and destroyed his weapon, the legendary sword. Besides" he concluded. "I'm always curious to meet a monster."

After Bronson had finished, he noticed that he was already attracting attention. A robin had perched it self on his tusk, and was starling at him expectantly. Finally, it spoke ti him, in the sacred animal language no humanoid could ever hope to learn or understand. "Are you him?" the little bird asked. "Yes, little one." The little robin happliy fluttered onto Bronsons head, and sat there patiently.


Inventory:
Mace
Armor
Map of Crownen
pack
One robin

 

[Billy Mays]

(OOC: Whoops. posted accidently before I finished. By the way, Drako wouldn't need any introduction to anyone besides Anorra, since he already knows the names of all the heroes.)

Drako Leonard & Gilda
Human Summoner & Creature Warrior
Just Outside Cradle Village

After speaking, the young hero named Diego spoke.
"Also, what proof do you have? For all you know, some people have existed in times before you have. We are not capable of being able to hunt down creatures to where they no longer exist in the world. Do not let your hatred toward us blind you from truth." he started.
"And on that note, if you truly care for nature, don't you wish to help and save this world? I cannot speak for everyone, but I can say that since you have a statue here, you are considered a hero. None of us would consider harming you. Being pessimistic does not and will never equate to wisdom. It is simply like optimism, but on the opposite side, and sometimes it is even worse because of the conceitedness that accompanies it," the man elaborated.

Afterwards, Bronson slowly walked up to Diego and said, "You are very wise, for one of your stature" he began. "And you make a good point. No humanoid race could have wiped out the sauropods. But I do know of their status. I can sense when an animal becomes extinct. The great sauropods and tyrannosaurs are gone. I will hold no humanoid for blame on those. But I will find out what caused their downfall. As with the others." Bronson took a few steps back, now much less serious. "I had a friend by your name. You two bere a remarkable resemblance to each other."

The girl who lived in the tent then spoke, and Bronson turned to her and responded. "Then I will fight with you, brave human. I am Bronson. When Morain and King Ben summouned an army of deamons to wipes out all the other races, I brought together all the species of the world to fight back. I killed him and destroyed his weapon, the legendary sword. Besides" he concluded. "I'm always curious to meet a monster."

The elephant then turned back to him and spoke again. "Times may have changed since I have been gone. But you would not be so quick to argue if you had been in my place. I have watched my entire family be brutally murdered. They fell because back then, our tusks were used as magic potions and religious sacrifices. I just saw all the animals to have gone extinct since I died, so I naturally assumed that humanoids played a part somewhere." He did have a point, he'd probably be pretty pissed too if he had watched his family be murdered. As for the potions, he never had to use any ingridiants from any animals to make a potion or anything of the sort, although he had to admit that it was nessesary for certain practices (or at least considered nessesary). "You're right, I wouldn't know. But like Diego said, being pessimistic isn't going to get you anywhere. The whole world is in danger, and not just humans."


Then a small robin landed on his tusk. What followed confused him, as although he understood the robin speak to Bronson, asking, "Are you him?" when Bronson responded, he talked in a strange speech pattern that Drako never heard before, and yet the bird seemed to understand him. Gilda could also understand, hearing him say, "Yes, little one," as the bird listened and then flew on top of his head. Something about his voice when he spoke to animals was so...calming. It was a strange feeling, that Gilda couldn't say for sure whether or not she had felt it before. Finally after just sitting behind Drako, listening, Gilda stood up and said to Bronson, "So who or what exactly are you supposed to be anyway big guy?"

Drako's Inventory
Gold Wand
Draconis
Short Sword
Apples
Bread
Some Water
Gold. Lots of it.

Gilda's Inventory
Raw Fish
Some Water

 

[Pokefan0234]

Simeon Sabbasid
Human Summoner
Outside Cradle Village

Despite glimpses of recognition in the young woman’s gaze, she did not seem to have much acquaintance with the second summoner, but she explained the scenario to him anyway - and, after a bit of thinking he seemed to grasp onto the situation. Other heroes, recovered from the shock of reincarnation, also declared their acceptance of their new mission. From the crowd, one of the wizards stepped forward, offering a solution for the confusion of those who had not yet spoken.

"I think we should all introduce ourselves.” He suggested. “We all became heroes though I am not sure if everyone knows why. I am thinking we state our name, why we are heroes or at least think we are considered heroes as well as any special things.”

State their heroics? At the thought, Simeon cringed. He wasn’t fond of introductions – at least, introductions that involved him. What could he say of his achievements? That he died at the hands of his enemies? Certainly, it was nothing to be considered a hero for. Heck, he couldn’t even begin to understand why he was in the company of such demi-gods. What was he to consider himself a hero?

“Who would like to go first?"

A pause echoed between the heroes as they debated silently for the first speech. Finally, one of them stepped forward – the Roman Gladiator. He was in the process of explaining his title as “the Savior” – (which included a rather sparse recounting of several Roman wars and his family) when another hero spoke up – an elephant, of all things to speak.

"Will you all please, shut up," The creature moaned, its deep voice rumbling as it spoke. Simeon leapt a bit at the sound, (thank Kosmos that his summons had no means of speaking in human tongue) - "My ears hurt so much from this useless blabbering. I wish I was still dead. Now if you all don't mind, I am starving, and will help myself.” He stomped over to a pile of fruit that had gone completely unnoticed in the turmoil. But in the midst, he stopped, and, as if overcome by a sudden thought, turned on the cleric.

“Why, do you think, I would ever help humanoids now. After what your kinds have done, that I would be so obedient as to help you? What the other humanoid said was correct. Nature is out of balance, but you humanoids are so naive. Did it ever occur to you that it may be your fault? That the hundreds of species that your kinds hunted to extinction mean anything? If I had not saved your hairless pink behinds ages ago, most of you would be thinking about how well I would look above your mantle."

His words were startling, but not unexpected. Humans were always blamed for the destruction of species. Yet why only humanity? Simeon could list a dozen intelligent creatures to be blamed for any contamination of nature, and a dozen more he could locate in his book of names without much thought.

A few of the so-called humanoids took offense to the elephant’s statement – particularly the other summoner, who called the creature a hypocrite and defended the name of humanity by identifying the sins of the few. The wizard from before – Simeon was beginning to realize he was quite the commentator – elaborated, adding that saving the world was beneficial not just for mankind, but for, obviously, the entire globe. He then proceeded to introduce himself as well, calling himself “Diego of the Stars” a giving a demonstration of his powers. The energy he generated – plasma, the technical term for it – caught Simeon’s eye. An unusual breed of magic. From what was it created? Fire? Earth? It appeared to come from the air. Wind, perhaps. Still, even he could not accurately gauge the man’s powers with such a paltry demonstration.

Meanwhile, the conflict between the elephant and the other two wizards was intensifying. The cleric jumped into the fray, speaking a few peaceful words intended to calm their spirits, while the Gladiator among them readied his sword. Simeon kept as far back from the fighting as was respectable. No reason for him to get wrapped up in something so petty. Besides, the elephant was already in a bad mood, and there was no reason to upset him anymore.

Sighing, he fiddled with his satchel, picking out the one book that the underworld had allowed him to keep. The Tome of Many Names – a reference for all summoners, penned by the hands of the Gupta scholars themselves. He rifled through the pages, pausing over various creatures. Salamander, Flaming. Siren, (2). Shadow, (see SHADE). Though he had once been familiar with such names, the creatures seemed foreign to him. Had it really been so long since he had last used his summoning?

His hand reached instinctively to the side, preparing a portal from which a summon could appear. But the stomping of the elephant quickly drew him back to his senses, and he stopped the spell short. Certainly, bringing in a beast of burden wouldn’t do much to soothe the giant’s senses.

Curious, he glanced around the heroes once more. They were focused on the now-pacified elephant – and, in that regard, not focused on him. Good. It was better, that way. If he faded into obscurity, than no one could question his importance...

He flipped to a new page, scrolling down the list of names. Once this meeting had settled, it would do him some good to refresh his memory...

Inventory:
+ Tome of Many Names
+ Scholar’s Staff
+ Satchel for carrying books and other belongings

 

[aggiegwyn]

OOC: Can't believe how active this is...sheesh. You guys are wearing me out. XD

Anorra “Norra”
Human Cleric
Just Outside of Cradle Village

Anorra stood her ground and looked up at the animal, and saw that his face grew from anger to some sort of happiness.

"Then I will fight with you, brave human. I am Bronson. When Morain and King Ben summouned an army of deamons to wipes out all the other races, I brought together all the species of the world to fight back. I killed him and destroyed his weapon, the legendary sword. Besides" he concluded. "I'm always curious to meet a monster."

She was glad to hear that. She didn’t want to fight him, but she intended to if she had to. She released the tight grip from her mace and headed back into the group with the others. There are still plenty of other heroes she had not met yet. She wanted to talk to Balbus, but she decided to meet the summoner that popped in, because he was most likely shocked.

“I don’t believe we’ve properly met.” She began as she held out her hand to him, with the other on her hip. “My name is Anorra, and I’m a cleric. I’ve seen you walk past my tent each day this week, I guess you figured why I didn’t say hi by now. Your name is?”

She was much more relaxed now that people weren’t threatening each other anymore. There was enough war brewing the way it was.

Inventory:
Lots of books
Some food (eventually Bronson’s going to get to it. XD)
Mace


Balbus the Savior
Human Warrior
Just Outside of Cradle Village

Balbus saw the elephant relax and accept the quest. He supposed that the elephant was impressed by Anorra’s bravery. Balbus was glad, and he released his grip on his sword. The girl seemed to relax and she began talking to the summoner who popped in. The sun was almost set, and Balbus was a little hungry. After all, he hadn’t eaten in over a thousand years. He grabbed himself a handful of wild berries and looked around. So many heroes. Balbus guessed that there was only one per problem. Not for this case, of course. He wanted to talk to Anorra, but she seemed occupied with the summoner. Diego was near them, so he was probably talking to them as well. He saw a nervous young man wearing a strange robe on the other side of the group. He was small, but toned and tan. Balbus wondered what he was nervous about, any danger? He decided to check.

Walking over there, he stopped before the young man, who was searching through a book nervously.

“Is there anything wrong?” Balbus asked simply. If there was anything dangerous around, he wanted to know. There was no point in dying after just being reincarnated, so he might as well prevent it. He was used to being protective, he supposed.

Inventory
Sword
Armor

 

[Zalck]

OOC: All while I was at work... Good job guys. Now I have a lot of catching up to do...
I'm going to skip over some parts, reiterate some parts. Yaotl's a little.. Unstable at the moment.
Sonora will come in at a little bit of a later time... Enough characters are getting introduced now.

Itzli Chimalli Yaotl
Changeling Mage
Just outside of Cradle Village

Yaotl wasn't quite taken by surprise, but he still felt that... it was such a change. When he went, he and death embraced as old friends. Now he felt as thought he had been separated from that friend; much like a disobedient child. He yearned for his presence... But he knew he would return to him soon. He he left death to return to life, to a world he no longer knew. The Tachiloan told him that he would return, if it was necessary to unite Mecholitachalan again. But here, the lights, the sounds, the smells... He felt as though he forgot what it was like to live. Surely, time hadn't traveled that quickly?

One of the first things that Yaotl noticed was that he was young again. The pains and aches that had accompanied him in his old age were gone; he felt the vigor of youth flowing through his veins, intertwined with the Blood of Teotl. He felt alive and ready for battle. Then, he noticed the others. They were all... so different. He then allowed himself to see the world around him as well. He recognized none of it. Things had changed. He noticed buildings. When he died, they had just begun to build such things; by stacking rocks and using a hardening liquid. These buildings were perfect with corner, not just humps of rocks. Yaotl took a moment to wonder where someone could find so many square rocks at? They must have found a whole field of square rocks to build each building!

He noticed some things he recognized and some he didn't. Humans and the evil elves. Some strange creature with wings. And a large creature of the jungle; an ancient elephant. He then realized people were talking.

Norra. What a strange name. Techolinalia would be more fitting for her Yaotl thought to himself. He listened as she recounted of the trouble of the world. That's when he realized it. The thing that brought both depression and anger through his body;

Mecholitachalan was no more.

What had happened? How could he have failed? Did Yaxil return and destroy his united world after his death? This 'Norra' girl would know. She seemed to know everything.

While still brooding over his beloved Mecholitachalan, Yaotl noticed something else. Many of these 'heroes', as Norra had called them, had weapons on them. The statues... Yaotl always requested no statue of him be made holding a weapon; he didn't want to be remembered as a warrior, but as the uniter. He had no weapon. He would have to find a Macuahuitl quickly; for these weapons the others held seemed very different from what he was used too.

Yaotl listened to the other long enough to catch their names and their stories, even the elf. The elephant had argued with the girl, who was surprisingly brave, and now it seemed everyone was at a standstill. Yaotl stood from his crouching position, taking control of the attention of the group.

"I am Itzli Chimalli Yaotl, third son of Axtali Mechixa Calicalicalichila, fourteenth cheif of the Tatlxoyl Tribe of humans. No, I'm not a human, for at birth, I was affected by the bastardly elves" At this point he glared at all the elves simultaneously "Who switched the human baby that was me for a changeling; a bastard human-elf hybrid. I was trained by the Tachiloan, a group of far-seers whom's wisdom trained me to create Mecholitachalan; the united world. I united the tribes of this land; creating one center city for the building of life. I was known as the uniter; for I brought together the tribes to continue humanity onward into the future. I defended Mecholitachalan against all evils; especially that of my brother Yaxil; who transformed himself into a shade. The Tachiloan warned me I would be brought back if Mecholitachalan was threatened. It is obvious why I am here with you, then. Even though I find no other course of action but to ponder on why some of you are here as 'heroes." another glare to the elves here. "But I no longer know of Mecholitachalan's fate."

Rage began to fill him. He turned to the human girl. "You! Norra! What has happened to my united world? What has happened to my Mecholitachalan? The world I worked so hard for; the world my mother died for!" He began to walk towards her threateningly. "You wake me up from a peaceful slumber with death to show me a world where all I worked for is nought? ANSWER ME, HUMAN GIRL!" He was shouting, at this point mere inches from her face.

Inventory
Clothes

 

[aggiegwyn]

OOC: Jeez, way to show angst, Zalk. XD

Anorra “Norra”
Human Cleric
Just Outside of Cradle Village

"I am Itzli Chimalli Yaotl, third son of Axtali Mechixa Calicalicalichila, fourteenth cheif of the Tatlxoyl Tribe of humans. No, I'm not a human, for at birth, I was affected by the bastardly elves" At this point he glared at all the elves simultaneously "Who switched the human baby that was me for a changeling; a bastard human-elf hybrid. I was trained by the Tachiloan, a group of far-seers whom's wisdom trained me to create Mecholitachalan; the united world. I united the tribes of this land; creating one center city for the building of life. I was known as the uniter; for I brought together the tribes to continue humanity onward into the future. I defended Mecholitachalan against all evils; especially that of my brother Yaxil; who transformed himself into a shade. The Tachiloan warned me I would be brought back if Mecholitachalan was threatened. It is obvious why I am here with you, then. Even though I find no other course of action but to ponder on why some of you are here as 'heroes." another glare to the elves here. "But I no longer know of Mecholitachalan's fate."

Anorra no longer had the ability to be surprised. Of course there was going to be another angry rage dude. Of course there was. Merlot never told her how tiring the peacekeeping would be. She and her brothers always managed to get along. She had read about the changeling. He was one of the oldest heroes, and was called the “Uniter” which was quickly becoming more and more ironic. She was aware of his magical properties, but braced herself as his expression twisted into rage. She wasn’t going to give the boys time to “defend” her.

"You! Norra! What has happened to my united world? What has happened to my Mecholitachalan? The world I worked so hard for; the world my mother died for!" He began to walk towards her threateningly. "You wake me up from a peaceful slumber with death to show me a world where all I worked for is nought? ANSWER ME, HUMAN GIRL!"

She raised herself so that she wasn’t so small looking compared to him. If he wanted to be in her face, he was going to get it. She grinded her teeth as she gripped her mace just in case.

“You want an answer?” She replied in a clam yet threatening tone. “Well here it is. You are the very first hero, the oldest one here. You are famously called “The Uniter” which is beginning to become more and more false. It’s been several thousand years since you united the world, and I hate to break it to you, but the world changes. That’s how nature works. Don’t threaten me, if you aren’t willing to help I will provide the same rules to you as I did to everyone else.” At this she moved even closer to his face, and said between grinded teeth “And I won’t spend an instant considering the worth of your life if you intend to harm others. Including elves.”

She intended on standing her ground. If the man wouldn’t accept his responsibilities, she intended to send him back to the grave, the hard way or not.

Inventory:
Lots of Books
Some food
Mace