"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. 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 The Current Cast Standing atop the hill with the shades of the leafy Viltis dancing around him, stood Lynx Kreed, the leader of the band of mages. His carefree attitude is unlikely of an archmage yet his eyes bear wisdom that might have never been seen so far. Walking gracefully uphill was the cryomage, Naomi. Her frozen glare is enough to demand respect from even talented mages, but is she really frozen inside, or will a fire burn within her glacial soul? A petite figure also walks towards the hill, her aristocratic image tells a tale of a stern education. A young yet potentially powerful mage arrives, and with her mystical aura, Luna Fawkes, is the example that the strong don't necessarily have to come from a large package. The shadows also loomed over the Viltis. Not every denizen up in the northern realms would ever dare to traverse south for fear of the discrimination, especially against mages. However, October Garret or notoriously known as Hellfire, defied all reasons and odds... maybe because of his own reasons? The party left for the Salome, and while they did encounter a terrible creature known as the Ouroboros, they managed to overcome this threat. A figure danced with the wind whilst he made his way towards the weary group of mages. It was Ian Silvermane, a noble yet troubled warrior whose openness to the idea of death would baffle almost anyone. The tale is about to begin. Sit down, child. I will tell you a tale of how a group of mages realized that every gold had a price, and how every price unveils a crown. Now, sit. Our tale begins... in Trejold.