~~~ This morning ~~~ " O-oh god, no, please don't ... DON'T GIVE ME A WEDDDGGIIEEEEEE !! " Shrieking and flailing around in his bed, The Great Farseer and counsellor of Count Shmoopy woke up. Nearly hanging out of his bed and bathing in sweat, he threw off his blanket and sat upright in bed as he sank his face in his hands. These recurring nightmares were tormenting him for months now, without end in sight, slowly he was losing his (demented) mind. He needed to find a cure for this cursed nightmares, he thought. That's when it hit him, this was a curse! A malevolent curse placed upon him by a rival wizard...Or maybe that gypsy-witch he insulted at the fair a few months back...Didn't she say something just before he had her beheaded? Something about him being cursed for eternity, unless he took a bite of the Holy Apple of Adam & Eve...Could she have spoken the truth? It was slowly sinking in that the gypsy wasn't a charlatan as he had first thought, she was the real deal... Unlike him... Panicking and freaking right the f out, The Great Farseer was basicly headwalling himself until he came up with an idea. He knew he would never find out where that goddamned apple would be, not on his own anyway. He was as useless and great as a spoon in a potato. So he rounded up everyone from the castlecity that either had magical powers, experience or badassery. ~~~ Noon / Current time ~~~ Anxious to see what kind of great heroes, arcanists and warriors his scouts had brought for him, he opened the door into the main hall to behold the brave men and women that would go on this epic quest ... to fetch an apple!