Open Skies of Edallia

[Sylph]

Name: Siofra

Age: older than dirt. But looks about 24.

Gender: Female

Race: Forest Elf

Appearance: She is rather short compared to humans, but average size compared to her race. Tanned skin stretched over a toned muscles, clad in a tight green shirt and tight green pants ending in worn leather boot in the color of dirt brown.

She has pointed ears that poke through her short ink black hair with green streaks, tied back in a messy pony, a few strands escaping and falling over her bright green eyes.

Strapped to the small of her back is a short sword given to her by her Father, and a bow and quiver given to her by her Mother slinged over her shoulder.

Background: She has lived in a forest for all her life. Speaking the language of the forest, listening to the trees and wind tell her stories of new and old.

But she has grown bored of the forest life. She decided to leave the forest in search for adventure, leaving behind her forest kingdom and family.

Post Sample:

Siofra picks up her satchel, opening it to see that everything was packed. She mutters softly to herself as she sorts her supplies.

"Book of plants...flask of water...bottle of weak potion...quills and ink...spare clothes...parchment..."

Once she was sure she had what she needed, she closes her satchel and slings in on her shoulder. She heads for the door and into the front of her hut when she sees her father and mother waiting for her under a tree in the front. Her father walks over to her, holding a clothed object in his hands.

"Siofra...my daughter. Though I am saddened that you are leaving the safety of our forest, I hope you will accept this and use it well"

Siofra takes the object, unwrapping it to reveal a seethed sword that could strap to her back. She looks up at her father and thanks him, seeing the tears in his eyes of silent pride. She embraces her father, saying her last goodbyes to him before being approached by her mother. Her mother holds out a old bow, made out of the most ancient wood in her left hand and a quiver of oak arrows in her right.

"Use these wisely, my daughter...we will miss you. Please...come home safe"

Siofra nods, thanking her as well. Once the goodbyes were said, She turned her back to the only home she ever had and left, heading for the unknown and adventure.

 

[Coloursfall]

If I may ask a question!

I read the whole thing over a few times, but I didn't see/missed what races we are allowed to play as. Are there any restrictions on this?

I kinda want to be a dragonborn, ehehe

 

[Hyper~Piplup]

Okay, edited the picture out~

 

[FMC_x_ANS]

If I may ask a question!

I read the whole thing over a few times, but I didn't see/missed what races we are allowed to play as. Are there any restrictions on this?

I kinda want to be a dragonborn, ehehe

Sure, but the Dragonborn would most likely come from one of the 'Monster' nations, or the Dragon Isles (Something not mentioned in the outline of the setting).

I am not really going to make any restrictions, because I am placing a lot of trust in the players that they won't be "playing to win", but rather playing for the sake of creating interesting characters, and an interesting story.

Okay, edited the picture out~

Okay, it looks good.

 

[Coloursfall]

Name: Ashkoort Charok
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Race: Dragonborn
Appearance:
Ashkoort is very tall - just over seven feet – and almost twice as strong as the average human. His head is a good foot in length, with a stubby dragon like muzzle and short horns. His eyes are an acidic green colour, and positioned like a human’s would be, in the front and over his muzzle. His jaws are very strong, able to crush rocks (although he’d lose several teeth in the process) and full of short sharp teeth. A pair of slightly longer horns curls forward from just behind his ears, to just under his eyes. His ears are long, thin, and floppy, falling to his shoulders, and are pierced several times each. His neck is thick and the average length for a human, with a few short spines sticking out of the back, which continue down his back. His shoulders are broad, and he can carry quite a bit on them. His muscled arms end in four-fingered, dragon like ‘paws’, tipped with sharp claws. The rest of him is mostly humanlike, if slightly larger, except for the short tail sticking out of the base of his spine. His feet are mostly like a dragon’s, and he doesn’t wear shoes.
His typical mode of dress is heavy plate armor, which slows him down and makes him rather heavy. He carries a large greataxe.
Background:
Ashkoort was a traveler most of his adult life, going from place to place and and performing ‘quests’ for those in need. Over his journeys he learned how to fight, when to fight, and when to not. He tends not to speak all that much, preferring to listen – another thing that his travels have taught him.
He doesn’t recall most of his young life – all he knows is that something happened to separate him from his parents, and he lived on his own In the wilderness after that.
Post Sample:
Ashkoort looked down at the tiny creature before him, silent as ever. He couldn’t quite make out it’s words, but it sounded scared and angry, and he didn’t blame it.
“’M sorry, little one. Didn’t mean to step on your house.” He mumbled, lifting his large foot and placing it down again a few inches away.
It squeaked at him a few more times before skittering over to the remains of the little miniature hut, attempting to prop it back up. Ashkoort frowned and kneeled down next to it and tried to help, but was shooed away. He stood again, and, careful not to step upon any more little homes, continued on his way.

 

[FMC_x_ANS]

OOC: Alrighty, we has go tiem nao.

IC:

The day was a slightly chill one, the grass whistling in the chill wind that came in from the west slope of the Entert mountain range. The brisk weather was no deterrent to the folk of the town, who went too and fro, attending to their business. It was lively for a small town, only five hundred people in all, but the air was tinged with a particular charge this morning.

The first was because of the Antus, massive drifts of magically infused algea that occasionally found its way into Latsista's primary fishing ground. It was a normal occurrence and one that was particularly lucrative due to the high price of Antus in Elven lands. But this was unlike any Antus that had come before, remaining within the bay for three weeks. Food stores were now running low, and the mayor was forced into paying for farmed food from the interior of the kingdom, which was both costly and unreliable. Which came to the second reason for the energy that seemed to be in the air.

One week ago a shooting star crashed into the Alatav Craterlands, lighting the sky in a brilliant display of crimson and lavender. By the next day Elves and Gnomes began to shuffle into the small town looking for maps and guides of the area, and those who couldn't find a room in the only inn in town rented local farm land to pitch tents.

Many of these visitors were Alchemists and Enchanters of varying prestige, and mostly wealthy as well, but one made himself especially known to Porposhki, the mayor of the town. A tall and muscular elf, whose stature and oil stained clothes showed him to be of a more physically apt nature, offered a proposition.

The elf declared himself penniless but of great ability, and could use the fallen star pieces to dissipate the Antus. All he wanted was an entourage to assist his search, and a guide to show the way to the Craterlands. The offer put the mayor in a bind.

Almost all of the able bodies in the town had to be at sea, fishing for what little fish they could find. To even call in three fishermen could put the entire town at risk of starvation. Yet at the same time, to do nothing would also warrant starvation as the consumption of food slowly reduced the food reserves despite the efforts of the fishing fleet.

Without any other choice, the mayor sent out a notice for any and all in the small town who could spare their efforts. In his heart, he felt a sting of shame as he walked out to address those that came to answer, as he knew many would be children.

But... I have no other choice. I run a place of repute, I am the mayor of this town

The mayor was unlike most, standing over sixty with gray hair and only five feet tall. But he always appeared taller than that, walking upright with a fluid but proper posture in a dress coat that was slightly too big for him and hung down just a tad below his waist. He opened the door and let his guests in, closing the door quietly once they did and returning to sit upon his red cushioned chair.

"I know this seems very sudden, but I assure you all that I have good reason for helping this man." Porposhki absent-mindedly rubbed his thumb against the edge of his desk, staring off to the side of the room as he spoke. "As you know well enough, the Antus has become a very serious problem to the well being of this town." He paused again, steadying himself for what he was going to say next. "I need all of you, to help this man find the fallen star. I won't be able to compensate you for this due to the fact that all of the towns taxes are being used to bring in food from the outside. But I nonetheless must request this of you all."

Porposhki took a moment of silence to remove himself from his seat and over to a drawer, from which he retrieved a small tube. Turning, he handed it to the Dragonborn.

"This is an official passport to allow you access to the craterlands. With this, you'll be able to get into dwarven territory without any trouble..."

Once the dragonborn took the case, Porposhki turned around and looked out the window and sighed. "I guess you should get going now... The man you will be escorting is waiting at the edge of town, by Mohrberry's house..."

 

[Echo]

Snow looked around at the group, thinking.
Everyone here looks strong, but I wonder how Ina, the group's youngest, will fare.

Lost in thought, he stared ahead at nothing in particular, absentmindedly toying with his amulet.
Fading in and out of thought, Snow began checking his his travel gear, and satisfied it was all in place, he stood.
"I hope this goes... according to plan," Snow mumbled, walking out of the house. Before turning onto the path, he paused, yawning, to put on a wide-brimmed straw hat, to avoid burning his pale skin.

 

[Dragon]

((Oh yeah, my character is a forest elf. Late post is late >_>))
Valkyrie looked around, she seemed to be one of the youngest beings there. She fingered her daggers nervously.
"Better get going," she muttered under her breath. Valkyrie still held the fish from earlier in a leaf wrap, and put it in her pack, that she had quickly grabbed from her home. She left the bilding, running after Snow.

 

[Sylph]

Siofra leans in the doorway, scanning the group she will be traveling with. She sees that there is a handful of Elves and a rather tall dragonborn that was given a object of sorts. she sighs, shifting the weight of her bow to her other shoulder.

This should prove to be interesting...once we finally leave that it

 

[Elfin]

Had this been such a great idea? Ina tightened her cape around herself, feeling very small. Everyone else was older and bigger.. She had decided to take part in this the moment she heard about it spur of the moment, careful not to let her parents know. Or so she thought. As she was sneaking out of the house, Mother had stopped her.
"I know what you're doing. I hope that you realized you could very easily get hurt, you're only a child still. But if I stop you here, you'll only run away without anyone's help.."
In the pockets of her cloak, she had a home-made slingshot and about a dozen rocks, of which she was very good with, despite her extremely poor eyesight. In the other pocket was the things that had been given to her that morning, a small dagger in a plain leather case, some money, and (this was Mother, after all) a small glass bottle of dye for her normally-white hair. It was laughable. It wasn't like you could kill a dragon with a slingshot..
Ina followed as quickly as possible without running after Snow. For some reason, she felt safer following him. She guessed it was because they both had white hair, though hers was dyed blonde. Pulling her hood over her head to protect her skin, she silently wondered what she'd gotten herself into. Despite her nervousness, the girl couldn't help chuckling to herself: she and Snow had both covered their heads, probably in his case to protect his skin.
Wonderful. Now I'm being a little copycat.. heh, in more ways than one.

 

[Hyper~Piplup]

Zephyr checked through her pockets to make sure she had everything.
After finding several empty boxes and pouches she didn't actually need, she grabbed some cooked fish and a handful of berries, and pulled on her unnecessarily large red coat, just fastening the collar and top.
She picked up her sword and sheathed it, fastening the straps securely around her shoulders.
After another nervous last minute check, Zephyr left the house, pausing in the doorway to look at the sky.
Glancing at the straps securing her sword, she set off down the street.

 

[Blastoise Fortooate]

Mark the Kobold looked around at his newfound comrades, tapping his long, reptillian fingers and the tip of his tail against his staff.
Herbs, check. Staff, check. Scales, check, he thought, adjusting his pack.
Mark stood, and shuffled out the door, following the rest of the group.
He trooted up to a pointy-eared and clearly female forest elf and held out his left arm, waving his right.
"Hello, I'm Mark. What's your name?"

 

[Sylph]

Siofra turns to the one that approched her, studying him carefully.

Hmm...Kobold I believe

She holds out her hand and takes his, shaking it to show that she is indeed polite.

"Hello...I am Siofra..."

 

[Blastoise Fortooate]

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Siofra," said Mark, bowing his head slightly, letting go of her hand and walking ahead. As he walked, he noticed a withering flower.
Poor thing, thought Mark, proceeding to point his staff at the wilting flower and say something incoherent. A moment later, the near-dead plant perked up, its petals and stem straightening and regaining color.
"That's better!" said Mark, nodding and continuing down the path.

 

[FMC_x_ANS]

The tan dirt road stretched out from the main square of town, sliding towards the horizon until it disappeared over the top of a foothill. Just beyond the foot hill stood the small shack where the Elf in question sat upon a fence, watching the chickens within talk amongst themselves with a bored demeanor. His brown linen pants were tucked deep into his leather boots, that were coated in a mixture of mud and grass. His shirt was short cut with no sleeves, and permeated with sweat and oil.

He spat into a small puddle inside the fence, creating a small ruckus amongst the chickens that had been drinking from it.

"I hate farms..."

 

[Hyper~Piplup]

Zephyr approached the group of people. She was surprised to see some people smaller and younger than her.
Sighing, she closed her eyes. She had never been good with crowds.

 

[Echo]

Snow, who had reached the top of the hill, lost in thought, snapped back into reality.
Is he our guide? He wondered, looking down at the elf on the farm. He looks grumpy. It would be best not to bother him...

He continued walking, becoming aware of Ina before spacing out.

Reaching the farm's border, Snow sat in the shade, ignoring the elf, but remaining in his line of sight.
Looking up at the sky, he wondered how long everyone else would take.

 

[Coloursfall]

Ashkoort, still carrying the tube he had been handed, followed quietly at the back of the group, knowing that his massive bulk would probably intimidate some of the others if he were too close. He tended to have that effect on the smaller races, he noticed. Small things feared the larger, stronger ones. It was a pity, he wasn't mean or anything...

He sighed, shifting his weight slightly. This could prove to be an interesting venture.

 

[Sylph]

Siofra, hanging back from the rest of the gruop, studies the great massive figure that is the Dragonborn. She shrugs, not finding him too dangerous and speeds up her walk until she ended up walking next to him. She glances at the tube he held, curious of what it might do.

"So, what do you figure the contents of the tube to do?"

She then shifts her bow to her other shoulder, making sure it wouldn't slip off.

" I'm Siofra by the way, Dragonborn"

 

[FMC_x_ANS]

As the group gradually gathers at the main road, the sky slowly turns burgundy as the sun sets on the far horizon. The light plays off of the fields of grain that border the road on the right and the left, seemingly creating a sea of gold and red.