"So you're telling that they found it? Like they physically laid hands on it? Why did I not know of this much sooner than this?!" The frantic voice echoed down the hall as the two guards walked quickly towards the chambers meant only for mages that served the king. Again the walls of the castle shook as the deafening cry erupted from whatever lay beyond the door. Both guards stumbled forward grabbing the walls fro support as the ground lurched beneath them, hands covering their ears as the sound grew louder. "We have to stop them before it's too late! The very fabric of this word can't hold such a creature at bay for very long!" The first guard yelled again as he helped his follower back up onto her feet. "We haven't much time!" With that he sprinted down the hall. It took both of them trying before the door budged, pushing aside the tables that had been pushed against it to hold out intruders. On the other side it was full chaos, books and smoke filling the small space as a heavy wind ripped through the now opened door. "Marker's breath..." the male guard cursed before a sudden explosion threw him and his follower back against the opposite wall. The blow was enough to cause him to black out for a moment, the stinging aura of magic threatening to rip his skin from his bones. When he came to again it was do to the violent shaking upon his shoulder.
"Ser are you alright?!" It was one of the apprentice mages, a young man about the age of twenty. Blood trickled down the side of the young man's face from a wound he had received from the blast. "We haven't the time to rest, it's here." Those words shook him to his very core, chilling his limbs to the point they were weak. They had failed...all was lost now.
"Warn the others, get as man people out of here as you can! I'll gather the remaining troops and we will hold it off as long as we can. What ever you do, don't step out of the light!" The guard warned as he stood. There was a sharp pain in his left leg that he dared not lay eyes upon. One could here the bones crack in it as he walked, yet he didn't let himself slow do to that. If they didn't try it wouldn't matter. Even as he charged towards the fading light, into the unknown beyond he couldn't help but stop and think about what would happen next. Even if they were to destroy the portal would it be enough to clear the world of the blight that now threatened to take it? Who would rise to stop it then? Without the mages that summoned such a foul being all hope was lost. Unless...if the stories were true then there was a sliver of hope. With darkness rose light, light sent from the heavens to purge the foul from the soil and nurture the greater good in the people. As he and the others entered the darkness he could feel his very soul being ripped from his body as he was slowly dismembered by evil itself. With the more he fought of the rising dead the weaker he became, poisoned by the blight. One by one they fell, until he only remained. But in the end he too was slain though not before he was able to reach the portal. With his dying breath he threw himself forward into the cold chilling darkness that seemed to seep from the ground. Pulling his jacket aside he pulled the crystal vile from his pocket. It gleamed with a soft light as he opened it. From outside the castle the young mage watched as the home he had grown up in was destroyed in a fit of blinding light. The explosion shook the earth, sending rocks and undead alike sailing into the air. Another scream cut through the earth as the portal was sealed. He was knocked back by the blast, again landed unpleasantly among the rocks. Groggily he watched as armies of undead flooded froward, slaying all in their path. So this was how he died? One of the first to be taken by the blight? Though as the spawn came over to him they backed away hissing at him. From his hand came a blinding light, sending them aside. Blessed be the maker...it was a sign there was hope in the future. There was a way to beat this, faith was the light that would seal away the dark.

That had been a week ago, and now more had stepped forward baring the same mark as him. An army sent from the light. There were three others for now another mage, a warrior, and a rouge. With their help they may just be able to help the world.

Character List:
-Mage: male, he was studying magic when the blast happened. Even though he was far from the castle the energy from the blast effected his magic, making it the magic of light.
-Warrior: female, she wasn't at the castle when the event happened though she saw it all from the barracks a bit away. Her mark came from a cut she had upon his hand, which she used to protect her face in the blast.
-Rouge: female, she was in the dungeon of castle when all this happened. With a bit of luck she survived the blast, though that was mainly due to the light that now comes from the jewel set in her forehead.

Form-
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Class: (mage, warrior, rouge)
Weapon of Choice:
Appearance:
Other:

Save me a spot please.

Any specific gender and class you want to save?

im sorry, in the signups what do you mean form?

Oh that's just saying that's the sign up form, you don't have to fill that part out!

oh, wow. i so stupid. lol i thought you meant like elf or human kinda thing

Name: ash claw Winston
Age: 22ish
Gender:female
Class: rouge
weapon of Choice: Bow+arrow
Appearance: not my art
Other: loves running in the woods and solitude.

Name: Amicus Curiae
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Class: Mage
Weapon of Choice: well, sometimes his magic, but that can be a bit time consuming and energy consuming. So he resorts to silver daggers he hides up his sleeves.
Appearance:
WIP
Other:
He has a terrible cough that wracks his body after casting large spells. It sometimes brings up blood.

Don't forget your form

Name:
Zinca Thunderstryke
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Class:
Warrior
Weapon of Choice:
Longsword
Appearance:

She has a huge burn scar on her back, side, and front from the explosion and a jagged scar on her right hand along with another burn scar.
Other:
She is infatuated with dragons.

Name: Kira
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: rouge
Weapon of Choice: Daggers (but uses bow and arrows as well)
Appearance: (not my work)

Other: she loves, the forest., and dragons (she has one as a pet). A master pickpocket/lock picker, and has an animal form. The crow is her personal messager.