Rain drenched the City of New Hope until it looked like it was a washout of silver and white. A few dedicated merchants waited beside their stores in the bazaar, but most opted for the safety of cottages, tents, and taverns. It was odd for it to rain like this. Normally, the citizens of New Hope were greeted with delightful showers that lasted the entire day. These fast and sometimes violent downpours were unlike any the town had ever seen.

Some people said it was because of King Silverwind’s current emotional state. Indeed, the weather did seem to reflect what the ruler was experiencing. His half brother, which was the ruler of the Wastelands, was approaching the border of Bell Shire at an alarming rate with a large a fierce looking army.

The Dwarven city of Burran had successfully held the army off, but it wouldn’t be long before they officially broke the ranks of the King’s men.
It was known that Vahn Shadowbaine already had a few spies and warriors that had slipped through the borders. Things were not looking well for the Kingdom of Bell Shire. Lightening cracked off in the distance and a tall tree burst into flames. The smoke billowed upwards and as the quick but dangerous storm lifted, hung over New Hope.

Chapter One: The Songstress of Storms

The Witch’s Hat, the local tavern, buzzed with talk. Worried excitement hung to the air like humidity. King Silverwind had sent out a royal decree. The decree stated that recent intelligence reports spoke of a woman in the Forest that was just outside of New Hope. This woman was a Dark Druid and was believed to be the source of the irrational weather. The decree begged that the people of New Hope gather together in small groups to defeat this problem and although the King had a few personal scouts to check the forest, all of his soldiers were on the front lines. There was going to be a reward too. The Dark Druid was also suspected to be in the same league as Vahn Shadowbaine.

The owner, a young hobbit, shook her head and wiped a mug clean with a pristine white rag. Business would certainly boom for her. Taverns were the meeting places for people to come together and join forces. And with this decree, there would be MANY people looking to join parties to serve the King.

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Races of Bell Shire

Humans
Elves
Half Elves
Dark Elves
Halflings
Dwarves
Orcs
Nymphs
Nekos

Classes of Bell Shire

Warriors: Skilled Fighters that are experts in using heavy weapons and wearing heavy armour. They can mow down enemies with a single stroke but unfortunately they are very slow and almost clumsy to disaster.

Monk: A highly disciplined fighter that uses hand-to-hand combat or light weapons to deal devastating blows. They aren't too physically strong, but their true power lies in their speed.

Ranger: A person who makes hunting a game. They are masters with bows and with short swords. They can also track a person or animal very well and they can move almost silently through the forest. Their stats are equal.

Thief: An expert pickpocket, they can steal the panties from a 90-year-old Orc. They are also skilled in detecting traps and picking locks. They are fairly intelligent and very charming and they are extremely flexible and have excellent dexterity.

Summoner: A spell caster that can call upon creatures depending on their personality. For example, a lewd person would Summon and Succubus and a sorrowful person will summon a Poe. Like all spell casters their physical strength and defence is rather low, but they have EXTREMELY high intelligence

Black Mage: This person will be skilled in elemental spells, hexes, curses, and soul possessions. They use staffs as weapons because their mana is quickly used up.

White Mage: Unlike the Black Mage, the White Mage works on healing and protecting other party members and exorcisms. Like the Black Mage they use mana quickly and uses as staff as a weapon.

Witch: A witch can see into the future via dreams. They also are able to create powerful potions and elixirs. They have more common sense then your common spell caster and they are a little stronger as well. They also have a Familiar animal that travels with them and will fight for them in battle.

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Username: Leilani Majere
Name: Lumina De'agshebar
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Class: Thief
Physical Description: Lumina stands at five foot six inches tall, and has a medium build. She has long, layered blonde hair that is usually tied back by a piece of green ribbon. She wears mostly cloth armour for easy movement and no sound. She has blue eyes, pouty lips, and a delicate chin.
Strengths: Sneaking around, pick pocketing and dagger skills.
Weaknesses: She has a natural love for animals, and one is in danger, she sometimes puts herself in danger as well.
Weapon: A curved dagger, her pick-pocket and lock-picking kits, and a dagger in her boot.
Persona: Lumina loves a good adventure and always go looking for one, even if it means getting hurt or arrested. She loves animals, her friends, and makes friends easily. She finds falling in love hard, however.
Phobias: Pain and being locked in a cage.
Bio: Lumina grew up the same way all elves do, but she had a much stronger craving for trouble than her friends did, and so she took up something that was frowned upon in society: thieving. She began to pick peoples' pockets, going from visitors, to townsfolk, to guards, even to the Queen when she passed through. One day, she had been captured, and instead of a beheading, she was sentenced to exile. She was much to young, and the Queen pitied her, so now Lumina wanders the planet seeking new adventures.
Other: N/A

Username: Katzzie
Name: Izara Pendragon
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Half elf
Class: Witch
Physical Description: She has long, blond hair, which she usually wears in a high ponytail. Her eyes is a red colour, which has making her laughing stuff of her old village. She usually wears a kind smile on her face, even though her eyes shine with passion and willpower. She is pretty low and skinny.
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Strengths: Has a great willpower and stands up for others.
Weaknesses: Kind of naive, not so strong.
Weapon: An whip, which she usually only bears to show off. Also two daggers sitting in her boots.
Persona: Izara is a gentle and friendly person, who loves making friends. She may be looking weak, but she has an enormous willpower. She loves baking and can get scared of her dreams sometimes. She goes fully through something if she has promised it.
Phobias: Acrophobia- Fear of heights
Bio: Lived in a small villages in the country, but got a little bullied because of her eyes. When a theatre group came to the villages, needing someone to play a warrior, she had agreed. In the end they throwed her out because she didn't do well and was too skinny. Deciding to open a potion shop, she settled down in the New Hope city.
Other: Her familiar animal is a snow fox, called Foxy.

Username: Katzzie
Name: Aras Desireé
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Class: Ranger
Physical Description: Aras has long hair, which usually points in many, both possible and impossible, directions. It's white with black tips, standing in contrast with his black eyes. He usually wears black, not to loose, not to tight clothes, he can move in. He is not enormous tall, but not small either. He is fit, leaning to the weak site. He has usually a lazy aura surrounding him, making him look like he does nothing all day.
Strengths: Is a master in bow shooting, can even shoot with closed eyes on a moving target.
Weaknesses: Is a real newbie with a sword, usually ends up hurting himself, hates responsibility.
Weapon: A large bow with arrows.
Persona: Aras is a pretty laidback ranger, who enjoy spending time in inns, mostly with a bottle of beer. As a former noble, he has much knowing in honor and titles. He can be pretty jokingly, but is in total focus when he is on a job. He usually hits on woman in his freetime, but has never been in a 'real' realationship. He can't take cats, but goes fine with it's wilder brothers - tigers and lions. He usually never tells his last name due to the past.
Phobias: Ailurophobia- Fear of cats
Bio: The Desireé family was once rich and powerful, but due to various fights with the others nobles, they nearly lost it all. When Shadowbaihne begun to advance at their king, he got some spies in, promising them gold of they went over to his side. His father took the deal, making Aras stand up to him. His father just throwed him out, saying he was a nuisance and was cutted off his last will. The Desireé was soon found out and got put in prison, making Aras the only one free. He decided to start a new life, as Aras the ranger, and turned his back on the family.
Other: Has a tattoo of the Desireé family on his left hand, due to this makes him wear gloves all the time.

Originally Posted by Ethileen

Username: Ethileen
Name: Ethileen Heles Mordrick
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Dark Elf
Class: Theif
Physical Description: Ethileen always wears cloth with some strange green orbs hanging of her belt and headress. She has blackish-purple skin, thats pretty light and she stands five feet tall with one inch on her. Shes lithe weight with delicate skin that wasent meant to be cut.
Strengths: Weilding a swords, she moves swiftly in battle with them, any other weapon seems to make her slower. Also,she queiter with a mouse, and thats how shes never been caught stealing.
Weaknesses: Being in a large crowd with people she dosen't know, it confuses her on where to go. Secondly is love, she flirts, but, loving someone is a problem for her.
Weapon: Twin blades, each thin, and about fourteen inches long.
Persona: Ethileen is a big flirt and is quite charming, though, devious. She loves playing pranks on everyone, and loves to get some to trust her, then, she turns on them. Ethileen also always has a smile on her face, but, its wicked.
Phobias: Being in small and tight places.
Bio: Ethileens parents were dissapointed with their *devil child* and wished for this child to go off and get killed. They were always cruel to her, as she was cruel to them and everyone else. The village she lived in shunned her as she grew, but one boy, she .thought. adored and loved her. He was seven years older at the time. She loved him and was not nasty to him one bit. But, what she didn't know, was that he toyed with her emotions. After a year of knowing him, he turned against her and said she was a worthless piece of trash that didn't deserve life, and that day, he tried to kill her. He wasent able to, since she ran from him. Ethileen swore to herself to love no other man, and, to become strong, so, she can kill that boy one day for what he did and didn't forget his name... Darian.
Other: N/A

Username: Ethileen
Name: Darian Sik Nyseris
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Class: Summoner
Physical Description: Darian wears cloth and leather, and always has a hold of his family staff, unless he sleeps. He has light-tan skin thats a bit rough and meant for battle, he stands six feet tall with three inches added onto him.
Strengths: Being in cold weather, it helps him think. Being with others he trusts enough also lets him build confidence.
Weaknesses: Women and hot weather, Women make him uneasy and lost. Hot weather makes his thinking hard to concentrate on.
Weapon: A sacred staff created from dragons scales and bones. The weapon has been passed down to the summoners in his family.
Persona: Darian acts sweet and gentle towards others and strangers, though, truthfully, hes cruel and twisted. He leads people to trust and adore him, until he sneaks up on them and kills them. There was never a person he truly once loved or adored, so, he seems to not be able to feel love.
Phobias: Nothing, really.
Bio: Darian grew up in a rich and famous family, known for slaying dragons when they were still a creature on the earth, and, the staff they own thats known to be legendary, if, the owner knows how to properly use it. When Darian was given the staff, he felt powerful and greedy. He wanted for people to respect him and fear him. So, thats when he became cruel and twisted. It also changed the staff. He met a dark elf girl one day when he was fourteen. She was only seven at the time, he heared how everyone hated her and thought how cruel she was, so, one day he spoke with her and over a whole year, he gained her full trust and love. Then, when she confessed, he told her what she was and tried to kill her, but, she ran in fear. He suspected she died on her own and left his memories of her deep in his mind.
Other: N/A

Originally Posted by Kinaga-Suki

Username: Kinaga-Suki
Name: Mina Menori Meiz.
Age: Nineteen.
Gender: Female.
Race: Human.
Class: Thief.
Physical Description: Mina. has dark gray eyes and black and silver striped hair. She stands at about five foot three inches without her shoes. Mina is an averages sized girl, not too skinny but not to large. She is usually wearing a seductive grin on her lips, and her hands are usually across her chest.
Strengths: She's extremely good at hiding and pick pocketing. Mina can usually persuade someone into doing anything she asks.
Weaknesses: Mina's afraid of lightning and isn't too good at hand to hand combat.
Weapon: It's a long sword that she usually keeps on her back.
Persona: Mina is flirty and witty. She is loud mouthed and opinionated which often gets her into trouble. She does what she needs to and that's all that matters. Her job is to steal and be sneaky, and hey, she's good at it!
Phobias: Lightning. Thunder. Cats.
Bio:Unlike many people on this planet, Mina's life unfolded at a very young age. With a caring mother, and a loving father, Mina believed she had the perfect life. By day her and her mother would tend to the large fields of produce in which they planted. by night her father taught her the ways of the thieves.
Now as an older, much more mature young woman, Mina searches for the witch in the forest. To prove her father's teachings were put to good use and a very valuable person.

Originally Posted by Rabid Rainbow

Username: Rabid Rainbow
Name: Lea
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Witch
Physical Description: Lea is of average height and is rather slim. She usually keeps her long brown hair in a high ponytail and wears colorfully muted clothing. She also wears gilded leather sandals. Occasionally she will wear a colorful scarf around her hair. When working, she wears numerous jewelry items, such as bracelets, bangles, anklets, large earrings, and necklaces.
Strengths: She has a knack for figuring out what a customer wants to hear or know, and can then think up a fortune that will hopefully earn her a large tip.
Weaknesses: She is immensely protective of her younger sister and this causes her to not think things through if her sister is threatened.
Weapon: She carries a small dagger for defense, though she has no formal training using the weapon.
Persona: Lea is quiet and prefers to observe from the outside, instead of being the center of attention. She will do nearly anything to protect Sophia.
Phobias: Large crowds, losing her sister
Bio: Lea was taught fortune telling from a very young age. Her father taught her how to figure out what a customer wanted to hear, and which "fortune" would get the most money. She cares for her younger sister Sophia ever since their parent were arrested.
Other: Her familiar is a small goat named Dalia.

Username: Rabid Rainbow
Name: Sophia
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Thief
Physical Description: Sophia has short blonde hair that more often than not has some sort of wildflower intertwined within it. She usually wears a sunny yellow dress with a sheer white scarf draped around her middle. When she is performing, she wears golden bracelets, anklets, and a golden belt, all of which are adorned with dozens of small bells that tinkle when she dances. She is usually barefoot, only wearing sandals in the absolute dead of winter.
Strengths: She is a very talented dancer (often incorporating acrobatic moves), is extremely agile, and can sneak around almost anywhere without making a sound
Weaknesses: Sophia is very innocent and will often trust people to a fault
Weapon: She carries a small dagger for defense but has received no formal training with it; she just knows that stabbing people with it gets the point across.
Persona: Sophia is very lively and energetic and enjoys being the center of attention. She often acts much younger than 15, but often this is a ruse to get people to drop their guard around her. However, she usually doesn't do that unless she's trying to pickpocket.
Phobias: Bugs and creepy-crawlies as well as small and closed up areas.
Bio: Sophia and her sister learned their trade early in life from their parents, and knew that not dancing (or in Lea's case, not fortune telling) means no food. When Sophia was 7 and her sister was 9, their parents were arrested of pickpocketing, but the two girls managed to get away and have been living on their own ever since.
Other: N/A

Originally Posted by ZeroUltimate

Username: ZeroUltimate
Name: Satoshi Hirogashi
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Halfling
Class: Their
Physical Description: http://i366.photobucket.com/albums/o...Anime-Mage.png Chin length blue hair and blue eyes. Thin, with an athletic built and somewhat pale. As well as average height.
Strengths: When he doesn't have to protect or fight along side anyone.
Weaknesses: The people he cares about.
Weapon: Ice blue katana and hidden dagger.
Persona: Satoshi is a little anti-social, he doesn't like to talk to people or get to attached. He is over protective about the people he cares about, but he could care less about people he just met.
Phobias: Arachnophobia.(Scared of spiders)
Bio: Satoshi was born into royalty, but he never knew. His family was killed in a fire when he was just a baby. He was raised by bandits who found him lying outside the house as they were robbing the burnt down house a few days after the fire. They trained him and educated him until he turned seventeen. He left the bandits to avenge his family when he read about them in a book.
Other: Has an ice blue burn mark on the left side of his abdomen.

OOC: So when are we starting?? xD

OOC ; Do you mind if I make two characters?

OoC: You can make as many characters as you want, and we'll start as soon as I finish getting all the profiles in. I'll let you know.

OoC: Alright everyone! You may begin posting! And you don't have to make your posts pretty or anything, you can if you want, but it's not necessary.

Lumina De'agshebar walked into the tavern, the Witch's Hat, and lowered her hood off her blonde head. The rain outside had caused her cloak to soak through, and so she hung it over the fire to dry. "I'll have a glass of water please," she said to the innkeeper, a short woman, who bustled about getting everyone's orders.

Ethileen threw her black cloak over her shoulders and put the hood up. She lived in an abondend house hidden from sight near the city gates. She heared the rain pound on the old houses roof, she exited the door, walking through the dirt paths now becoming mud, running along the sides of the path. She was use to this sight, and it made her laugh how much of idiots the guards were, seeing her in this cloak for nine years, not realizing that it was her, that small dark-skinned devil.

Ethileen came to the gates and walked through, two guards watching her pass through. She did a bit of a trot now, each night, she went to the Witch's Hat for her night time meals. It wasent the best food there was, but, it was decent enough to eat. Her green cat-like eyes looked about the streets, most were in their houses due to the bad weather, truthfully, she didn't mind. The cold weather soothed her. It was better than a bright and hot day.

After moments of walking, she came to the door of Witch's Hat and opened it, walking in. drips of water came off of her cloak, though, she didn't care one bit. It wasent her job to keep this already filthy place clean. Ethileen walked to the counter and looked at the short woman who ran the inn. 'Who know what I want, mam..' She said with her cruel, but charming voice. The woman nodded and got back to others ordering their drinks and meals. She sighed. This place was so poorly taken care of, so poorly ran, yet, ti was one of the most popular inns in the city.

Giggling slightly, Izara petted Foxy's head, which had been stroking her legs. Her fast pace took her towards the Witch's hat, she had found it pretty funny the keeper had been a hobit. In her bag various potions was stored away, so they wouldn't crack. Still she hoped they would be intact if she came up against this Dark Druid.

Opening the door slightly, she stepped inside with Foxy hot on her tail. They made their way over to a, surprinsingly, empty table, before sitting down, Foxy jumping up in her lap. She looked around in the room friendly, but shuddered when she got met by a rather filthy and criminal looking man.
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Leaning carefully back in his seat, Aras looked around in the buzzling inn. In his hand was a nearly full mug with beer in. His bow hang lazily over his chair, but he would be able to have it in his hand in seconds. On his side sat a very nervous looking man, who fidgeted in his seat.

Rolling his eyes and getting enough of the man talking to himself, he rose and directed up to the counter, careful to not spill his beer. Coming there up, he sat on a free chair, next to a cloaked stranger. Placing the mug down on the counter, he sighed and decided to try to get a conversation up and going.

"An ugly weather, isn't it?" He said in his characteristic lazy drawl. Truth to be told, he had been on the inn the whole day, sleeping some of the day away. But he could see the rain everytime a new opened the door, allowing the cold and the rain to get inside.

Ethileen turned to a man sitting next to her, her eyes shinning under her cloaks hood. 'Maybe for you, but, this weather is perfect for me.' She said with a nicer tone. 'What brings you here, sir?' She said, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Hmm?" Was his response to her answer. Surely rain was only perfect for frogs or fish. He usually didn't hunt during rain, the animal tended to hide away from the drops, making it rather difficult to kill them. Taking a swig of his mug, he watched one of the bottles behind the counter.

He shrugged, "My tablemate shaked so much, that my beer nearly spilled," he said sighing, "that would be such a waste." Indeed it would be, it was only his third today. Grasping out towards his bow, he made sure it was on his back. It was very valueable, making him pretty possessive about it.

Frowning, Lea glared up at the stormy skies from her cover underneath the awning of the abandoned building she and her sister called home. It had been raining for far too long now, and she and Sophia were out of money.

"Lea, can we go? It's cold," Sophia complained, rubbing her arms. "Not to mention I'm soaked and want to dry off."

Lea sighed, and turned back to her younger sister. "Alright Phee, we'll go to the tavern. Maybe I can tell a few fortunes and get some money. Then we could get something hot to drink."

Sophia wrinkled her nose. "Don't call me that," she pouted, "you know I hate it. And there's no need to worry about money," she said with a mischievous grin. Sophia rooted around in a pile of colorful scarves and pulled out a small leather bag. "I nicked this from the baker, who so thoughtfully had it out in plain sight while he was with the fruit seller." Proudly, she emptied the contents into the more colorful wool bag that was lying empty next to Lea's goat, Dalia.

"All the same, I'm going to try and earn some money at the tavern, so we can last out this strange weather." Lea tied a green and yellow scarf around her shoulders as a shawl, put on a long chain with a large fake onyx stone hanging off it, and slid several gold bangles onto her wrists. Finally, she grabbed a worn pack of cards and urged up Dalia from the ground.

"Alright, let's go!" Sophia said impatiently, then headed for the tavern. Lea just grinned and followed her sister, with Dalia trotting along behind her.

Lumina finished her glass of water and overheard the mysterious cloaked woman's conversation with the strange man. "I'm sorry to interrupt and eavesdrop, but I heard you say you liked the weather? Do you want to share some insight on that please?"

Sophia entered the Witch's hat and let out a happy sigh as she felt warmth wash over her. Happily, she sauntered off towards the bar, intending to bribe the barman so he would give her and her sister some brandy.

Meanwhile, Lea and Dalia made their way over to a vacant table near the middle of the room. Sitting down, she pick Dalia up and put her on the chair next to where she herself was sitting. Then she spread out her worn cards, and waited for someone to come over. Now she was ready to work.

Izara looked down at Foxy, who lazily opened one eye, like saying 'what?'. "Oh, it's nothing," she muttered softly, scratching her behind the ear, making her purr slightly, even though she was a fox. Looking around the inn, she noticed a little group of three up with the counter. Looking more around, her eyes fell on a brown haired teen, not looking much older than her, sitting with some cards before her.

She rosed, making Foxy glide down on the ground, earning a slight huff from the fox. "Sorry, but maybe she's a witch too!" She whispered hastily because of the excitement. Going over towards the table, the girl sat at, she stopped when somebody slapped her ass. Turning her head, her red eyes blazed at the quite drunk man, before she took out a potion and soaked him with the liquid inside.

Watching as frogs appeared on him, Foxy made some fast noises, sounding like laughter. Izara smirked slightly - she had watched as he bullied some kids to give him their money, before she had went to the inn. Then she turned around and went over to the girl, throwing her in a seat next to her. Foxy sat down beside her, eyeing the goat quite nervously. "Hello. I'm Izara Pendragon!" She said warmly.

Looking at the cards, she uttered a soft question, nearly afraid to hear the answer. "Are you a witch?" In her former village, witches was being looked down at, because they were believed to be the root of all evil. It had made her hated much more hated, also because of her red eyes. She had seen people react strangely to her, when she had told them she was a witch. Like they were afraid her red eyes could curse them. It made her quite sad.

Lea put her face in her hands when she saw a girl dump a frog creating potion on one of the drunkards. Did that girl want to start a bar fight? Because attacking someone who's drunk (and most definitely not in control of their common sense) was almost guaranteed to create a fistfight or two.

Sighing, she looked back up again only to see that the same girl had just seated herself at Lea's table and inquired whether or not Lea was a witch. Lea just sighed again. "What would give you that idea?" she asked tiredly. Lea had heard that the king was offering an indecent sum of money to whoever killed the Dark Druid, and she sincerely hoped this girl wasn't asking for allies to help her fight. While the promise of money was tempting Lea wasn't about to kid herself into thinking that she, a seventeen year old girl, was capable of taking out something that powerful. Not to mention the fact that if Lea went, Sophia would want to come too and there was no way lea was going to allow her younger sister to endanger herself like that.

Izara blinked a little at the girls tired state, before she smiled slightly and pointed to herself. "Because I'm one too! It's like a sixth sense or something. Right Foxy?" Looking down at the fox, who yapped slightly, she scratched her behind the ears.

Izara hadn't made her way to the inn, seeking a party to defeat the Dark Druid. She would gladly assist any who needed her help, but she wasn't really looking that forward to it, if she got an application.

Lea leaned back in her chair and eyed the girl. "Yes, I'm a witch," she said, pulling Dalia into her lap. "And don't think you're going to recruit me to fight the Dark Druid or whatever," Lea continued. "I don't throw my life away that easily."

((Sorry people, but I've been gone for a couple days. Family issues, and I'm going to be gone for a few more days. Keep it up!))

Izara looked up at her and blinked. "I wouldn't do that. With the many partys going into the forest, some of them are bound to fight her." She nodded. The inn had been filled up for days. Today was pretty empty.

(( No problem at all! Hope you get it ridded out! ))

Satoshi had been in the tavern all day. He kept to himself, he didn't order anything, and just sat in the corner of the tavern. Satoshi was unnaturally paranoid today, he reached for his dagger every time someone new entered the tavern.

Satoshi never actually liked leaving the forest, but when the weather got this bad he had to make an exception. Unfortunately the Witch's Hat wasn't much of an improvement.