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For years the kingdom of Adwored stood tall and mighty amongst its followers. The ever growing kingdom was a beacon for weary travelers and homeless immigrants. No one was was ever turned away instead they were always welcomed into loving arms. No one ever went hungry, or without a roof over their heads. The people that lived there were always looking for some reason to share their goods, their friendship, and even their homes. It was peaceful. Then it all changed. The royal family, a caring and kind king followed by his beautiful wife were struck with tragedy upon the birth of his only son. His wife died in labor leaving the king to care for the child alone. Grief stricken the man turned to mourning the loss of his only love, leaving the child in the care of the house nanny. From that day forward the king ruled with an iron fist, taking away the love and peace he had shown towards his followers. His rein continues to this day even after nearly 30 years. Today though he is showing a bit of kindness in his now dark and gloomy city. A Festival of Life is being held to honor his wife and his now missing son. Tonight a handful of people will be chosen randomly to go and search for the missing prince. May the light guide their path.

Playable Races:
Humans- your typical human
Elves- a magical race of human like people. They tend to have a thinner build then humans and pointy ears. Ever since the queen's death their numbers have diminished mainly due to the increase in demand for eleven slaves though many believe they simply have disappeared back into the forests.
Dwarves- a magical race of subterranean beings. They are stocky and can withstand extreme temperatures better than any other race. Many spend their whole lives inderground though a few venture to the surface to become hired warriors or merchants. The average height for these dwarves is about 3.5-4 feet tall.
Dragonborn: a magical race born from a legend itself. Many stories state that when the first dragon fell in love with a princess the race of Dragonborn came to be. These beings range from 5-8 feet tall and resemble a dragon in a human like shape. They are able to use a breath attack once per day of their attuned element.
Cat-Folk: a race of human like cats. Their bodies are completely covered in hair and their fingers tipped with claws. They tend to keep to themselves in their nomadic clans. Unlike many of the other races they have no magical abilities.
Diggers: a race of human like dogs. They resemble wolves more than dogs and run in packs along the country side. Their howls can be heard in the night, signaling a start of their nightly hunts.
Fairies/Pixies: a pure magic race. These are the smallest of all the races, standing about 5 inches tall. They have insect like wings that allow them to fly, and are the most powerful when it comes to magic. Many individuals that live among humans resemble humans with wings but those that grow up in nature resemble plants or animals.

Party Members:
~ Elaris, female ranger, Elven (Shayni)
~ Sterling, male rouge, Elven (Hawkeye)
~ Pax, male knight, Digger (Hawkeye)
~ Astrana, female mage, Fairy (Lalalanmao)
~ Aidan, male mage (destruction), Cat-Folk (Dracontamer)
~ Zitanna, female ranger, Human (Dracontamer)
~ Targi, female mage (necromancer), Dwarven (Oricorio)
~ Saerein, male war mage (destruction), Dragonborn (Baseunclesam)
~ Maveric, male knight, Human (Sslover)
~ Ulma, female mage, Elven (Sophiegrace)

And so it begins...

In the corner of the room a weak fire crackled as it ate away at the fuel it was given. Other than that the room was strangely hushed. It was odd that a bar full of this many scoundrels and outlaws would go this long without causing some upstir. But then maybe they were planning to. A low fog of smoke filled the air dimming the already dull light that the fire gave off. Only a few other lanterns hung on the battered walls in a sad attempt to try to ward off the ominous dark that seemed to cloak the room. A chill was in the air, the fireplace even seeming to give off a sort of cold breeze. No one dared move more than to lift their cups or forks to enjoy the small token they had paid for. Their eyes were all on the same sight trying to pick it apart piece by piece in a hope to understand it better. It was rare for an elf to be sitting so comfortably amongst humans at the tavern, this tavern in particular. Even on a slow night one could expect nearly two dozen people to fill the place ranging from slave traders and black market dealers to bandits.One had to be foolish to come here to begin with but an elf? That was suicide. Ever since the war, elves weren't welcomed in most places freely. In fact they were considered a slave race along with the dwarves. Many noble families collected both races to add to their personal collections of servants and slaves. An elf sitting among a band of ruffians was madness.
Their silvery hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, an elegant braid traveling down the side of their head, towards the tie. It was hard to tell the exact gender of the elf from the bulky cloak they wore concealing most of their features save for the silver slave brand that glowed upon their forehead. He was in fact a young male living under the name of Sterling. Out from under the cowl he wore amber eyes flashed, seeming to catch the light even as they were cast in shadow. A tree tattoo started at the bridge of his nose reaching up across his forehead with its bare branches. The roots of the tree covered his chin. Normally an elf wouldn't dare be seen like this; in some places it was outright illegal. For many elves, this wasn't an option. They were enslaved by humans, kept like pets on a leash to be shown off when they weren't doing work for their masters. The elves that were free were seen as nothing more than a means to make quick coin. Far too many elves had been kidnapped in places like this just to be sold back into slavery. What will it be, elf?" The bar keep growled, clearly not happy to have an elf sitting freely about his other guest, damn elf was causing business to slow! Nobody could drink if they were all slack jawed over it! Free or not they should still be in the servants quarters, drinking with similar filth.
Nothing sir, I'm just meeting someone here." The elf answered with a kind smile which only got him spat at by the bar owner. He flinched as the wad of spittle landed close to his eye. So much for being friendly.... Sterling sighed and wiped a hand over his face to remove the spit, momentarily twisting the silver lined tattoo that covered it. Hopefully his contact would get here soon...any longer and the tension in the room would reach a breaking point. Maybe he should have waited outside, this town was known for it rate of disappearances of elves and dwarves alike. It was too late for that now. That was to day wasn't it? The Digger had said they would meet today before the festival no? Maybe he was mistaken, that would mean all of this was for nothing. Great. Outside the first of the bells began to chime marking only an hour left until the festivities began.

Saerien was sitting in a corner, and saw the elf get spat at. Most people wouldn't think anything of it, but Saerien was incensed. The big Dragonborn rose to his full eight-foot height, and made his way to the barkeep. He made it look to everyone else that he was getting a drink, but was harshly whispering to the barkeep, not making any attempt to hide his anger. He got a drink, ale, and headed back to his seat. He took a sip, and immediately tasted poison. He spat the poison back into the glass, and stormed up to the bar. He grabbed the Barkeep by the throat, and lifted him to eye level, before saying, "You really think you can poison me? I ought to throttle you right here."

Even after being in the city for a while now she still couldn't exactly get used to constantly having thousands of people around her. Most were just passing by her, caught up in their own daily routine.
Then there were those who sneaked glances at her, some with repugnance, some with pity.

And of course, fear. But this specific emotion wasn't tied to Tagri, as far as she knows. Why would it?
It was the product of the creature walking alongside her- Sincline.

A long time ago, it might have been an elegant lynx but now it was merely a fragment of its former glory.
It walked as if its limps were forming from arthritis, its fur mattered and in some places even missing, letting others get even a closer look at its bony body. And its eyes shone with otherworldly green, cutting into everyone who dared to unkindly look their way.

Among Necromancers, this form would be considered a failure, with an evident error made along the way.
But Tagri adored it. It reminded her of simpler days when magic was merely just a toy to play around with.

She tightened her thin cloak closer around herself and walked just a little bit faster, Sincline effortlessly matching her pace.
Someone was behind them, clearly following them, not even bothering with hiding and instead trying to push through the crowd as if Tagri and her companion were two magical beasts that mesmerized that poor looking child.
Tagri was quite used to this- Slave traders offering starving kids some money in return for just a small amount of spying. If a potential victim arrived, the children wouldn't waste a second and rattle out all the Elves and Drawfs who seemed to be lingering in the city. This one was attempting to get a proper look on her, maybe not entirely sure if she was truly a dwarf or simply letting his curiosity take over.
Tagri knew that holding sympathy for someone who is willing to sell her out is possibly the equivalent of outright sighting her death sentence, but logic and heart are two separate creatures, not always abiding by the same rules.

Sincline brushed against her leg as he walked, attempting to offer just some amount of comfort. The touch was cold as if there was just a butterfly instead of a fur-covered creature, but Tagri appreciated the sentiment.
Once it happened again, more of a shove this time, she glanced at him with her eyes, one brown and the other green.
Half of his face was emotionless, paralyzed as ever, but the other one sparked with determination and a simple command, that repeated inside of her mind with many voices at once- Follow me.

And Tagri, trusting her longtime friend, let him lead the way.

~Pax~

The child continued forward unaware of the danger that lurked in the alleys between him and the dwarf. In the crowded streets no one noticed when the child was harshly pulled to the side, back into the darkness that was the alley. There was a brown flash of fur as the child's head snapped to the side just a bit too far. His body twitched some before falling to the ground with a light thud. This flea would bother no one else. It was all he could do not to throw his head back and signal the victory of his hunt, a tradition howl to let the gods know of a kill. Yet he wasn't in the woods anymore, that wasn't allowed here. The Digger's ears went back, laying against his head as he lowered it in a silent prayer to those that watched over his hunt. His nose twitches at the smell. It was a smell he knew well. Decay. Why was it here though? In a single motion his ears shot up again, tail swishing slightly behind him. Another deep breath brought the faint smell to him. It was coming from the dwarf, the one the child had been following. Barring his teeth some the wolf like man stepped forward. A cat! He hated cats! Cats with their claws and teeth thinking themselves above everyone else! But this animal seemed different. It walked strangely, and smelled strongly of magic. Again his ears fell back as he pushed his way past the crowded stalls and the people shopping at them. His strides were much larger than the dwarf's bringing her to his side in just a few steps.
"You draw much attention little mage." He said in a deep and heavily accented voice. Pax stood a good six feet tall, if not more. Still his ears sat back on his head, a low growl filling his throat as the words died back. "Prancing about with your pet." Diggers were known for their hatred of magic, and magic beings. They believed that the ways of old were what one used to please the gods not some unseen force. In truth they hardly understood magic. It wasn't a force you could see so how could it be there? "Be more careful, Pax will not help you again with your problem."

-Dexion-

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! There's no need to fight!" The elf said barely managing to get out of the way as the Dragonborn came at the barkeep again. The first time was well deserved, the man should be nicer to his customers but this was a bit ridiculous. "I'm sure it was an accident!" Dexion said trying to put himself between the two. The rest of the people in the bar had stopped drinking and eating to watch. It was clear they didn't like none humans in these parts. "Please there's no reason for more blood shed." If this kept up the rest of the bar would join in and they would be out numbered. It was one thing to be attacked verbally but physically was a whole different story. He couldn't take a physical beating! The barkeep swallowed hard, putting his hands up.
"I-I don't poison you sir..." he stammered clearly afraid he was going to end up on the losing side of the argument. "I ain't never poinsoned anyone trust me!" He said his voice shaking. "Please just let me go and I won't get the guards involved. You and your elven friend can walk out of here freely."

Aidan Lucas Shadowdrum | Open for interaction
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Aidan sat in the back of the bar mostly hidden in the shadows of the corner watching, with little interest, the fight that was about to start up with the barkeep, an elf, and a dragonborn.

Zitanna Alexandra Zion | Open for interaction
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Zitanna walked into the bar and was not that surprised to see a fight between the barkeep and a dragonborn, but she was surprised to see an elf trying to separate them. She shrugged and walked over to an empty seat near a corner that a cat-folk was sitting in.

Suddenly, she felt a presence right next to her, followed by an unfamiliar voice. Before she could even think about it, she reflectively made a swift move to the side, making some distance between them.
She unceremoniously knocked into a passerby, who fortunately didn't seem to mind that much and continued on their way.

Sincline glanced back at the two of them but didn't seem to register the Digger as a serious thread, taking onto an alert state rather than a defensive one.

"Sorry, I, uh..." Tagri trailed off, taking a good look at the figure next to her. Just for a moment, she was silent, fixing a calculating gaze with just the slightest hint of wonder on Pax, who was almost twice her size and seemed to have the environment around him under control, unlike Tagri who was comparable to fish out of the water.

"I just don't like walking alone? I-I mean, I'm not alone, technically, but... strangers. A lot of them. Sincline helps." She stammered, attempting to hold eye contact with the Digger but her eyes kept darting away, unable to look into the golden orbs for far too long.
Afraid wouldn't be the right word to use, she seemed more agitated, uncomfortable in her surroundings.

"Problem? Oh, you mean-" She stopped as Pax's words finally caught up to her.
Immediately, alarms started ringing in her head and she allowed herself to glimpse behind her, scanning the bustling crowd in the attempt to find her pursuer. Nothing.

"Thank you? We had been trying to get him off our track for a while now..."
Coldness, clear, and red, and poisonous, surged through her veins. Was her arm shaking now? The world didnt quite seem still.
Sincline let out a deep noise, more of a sound that a tumbling boulder would make and not a growling creature. Tagri reached out to him and tapped his nose twice, which instantly seemed to calm down.
The thought of this Digger possibly murdering a child was absurd, crazy at best. He must have just scared him away, that's all. But the apologetic smile she sent Pax's way didn't quite reach the eyes.

Astrana || Interacting with Aidan

Astra fluttered her wings nervously and gravitated toward someone who was sitting in the shadows. She didn't prefer shadows usually, but it was better than a fight. "Hello, I'm Astra" she said. "What's happening?"

Aidan Shadowdrum | Interacting with Astrana
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Aidan turned to look at the stranger and then replied, "The barkeep was being rude to the elf and the dragonborn got involved and my name is Aidan." He looked at her cool and calculating before deciding he didn't have anything to worry about with the young fairy.

Astrana || Interacting with Aidan

Astrana's eyes flitted up and down and her smiled brightened. "Oh okay." she looked around, she wasn't out of the meadows and forest much.

"Then, why was there cyanide in my ale?" Saerien growled at the barkeep, his hand tightening on the barkeep's throat.