OOC: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/mages-united.92275/ Optional Character Sheet (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Optional Character Sheet (open) Optional Character Sheet (close) "Ye also want to apply, bud?" the innkeeper shrugs as he laughs in your face. His wooden eye rolls blankly, followed by his good eye scrutinizing your very soul. "So, scrub, what's your name?" You: <insert name here or any dialogue involving your name> "Hah! What a name for a scrub!" the innkeeper grasps his beer-belly in a fit of chuckles. "A'right, a'right. How old are you then? Still, you don't look like a mage to me." You: <insert age and appearance dialogue> "You don't look that young." the innkeeper narrows his vision on you. "Meh. I've seen worse. Anyway, you must be a mage, right? What's your power majingy then?" You: <insert ability/power dialogue> "Oooooohhhh, scaryyy." the innkeeper spoke in a tone so sarcastic that he could be the king of sarcasm at any moment. "You think your power is enough to keep you alive? Hah! The last time that Darain asked for an elite squad, none came back alive. Although, Darain still lives-- the mission was accomplished still. But, the reward stayed with Darain since... well, dead people don't need no gold." You: <insert any comments your mage might say-- this will reflect your mage's personality> "Yeah, yeah. Just talk to my left hand...." the innkeeper extends his left hand to you. "'Cus yer decision ain't RIGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" the burly man rolls on the floor in extreme fits of laughter. After a good minute of laughing, the innkeeper stands up and sighs in glee. "Whatever. Here, take the ad, and go to that hill. Good luck, scrub." You: <your mage's parting words. Something that will reflect his purpose and insight in joining the squad> Notes: 1. You're not really required to submit the form above, but I will HIGHLY LOVE YOU if you do. It gives me the chance to know your mage better. If you do not submit the form above, just give us your mage's name, age and power in your first IC post. 2. Keep powers at a considerate level. This means no powers which will obliterate people in a single flick or stare. You get what I mean. 3. I will be tossing in some lore snippets from time to time. These snippets are important to the plot, and to your mage as well. Do check the OOC from time to time! 4. You can invent your own lore of the world-- this is a sandbox. Make things as you go, but make sure it is logical. 5. Romance is acceptable, but you know where the border stands. 6. There will be DEATHS in this RP, and these DEATHS will occur if your mage does the wrong decision or choice. This rp will attempt to stimulate your noggin'. 7. Have fun :D ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Archmage Lynx twirled his cane in the air, his brand new boots scraping on the dusty hillside. Only a few more hours before the designated meeting time and conclave of the mages who might have responded to King Darain's call for escorts. The King's goal is to reach Mt. Tyjal before the summer solstice, and in this case, he needed a group of mages to escort him safely. It was not going to be an easy job, but of course, its rewards are not to be taken lightly as well. Lynx stood under the shade of a great tree which is known as the Viltis, the Giving Tree. Legends say that all life on Trejold are bound to the Viltis-- although, it's just rumors, right? The mages should be arriving anytime soon, and Lynx prayed that no one would be late... It would be quite a motivation for him to lecture such irresponsible mages. "I wonder what interesting swarms would answer the call of a king?" Lynx sighed, relaxing under the tree's shady leaves. "Then again, in this world... should I still be surprised?" The sun rose above the horizon, its lazy yet determined journey across the skies was the omen of a long quest ahead of the mages who had answered the call.