After the extravagent battle between Pike and Vlag, Fargasta, and all of the world it lies within, fell into a period of peace and prosperity...
Twenty years later, a cloud of evil is beginning to spread in the west. Small wars are beginning to break out among the inhabitant of the planet once again. Chaos and entropy have become the essense of the once calm lands.
One day, after retiring to your family's home, you are abruptly interrupted from your activities by a weak knock at the door. As you turn the knob to reveal the guest, you sense a troubled soul. Just outside the house is a Harpy Messenger that seems extremely batter and bruised. He hands you a tattered scroll that is addressed to you and flies away, disappearing over the eastern horizon.
Curiosity raging through your system, you close the door and turn to see everyone in the household surrounding you; anticipation lingers as they wait for your next action. You slowly unroll the scroll and read as follows:
Dear Friend,
During the past few days, I have discovered that strange happening have occured in the deserts to the farthest west of Bugdoniel. A great evil is showing it's face with a destructive force that no man can withstand.
If have sent this as a request for you you to come to an investigative meeting to figure out what this evil is and how it is spreading across the plains. I would go myself, but I no longer can in my old age. Your presence is greatly appreciated...
Best regards,
The King of Gadel
Although you were only able to stay with your family for a short time, you know that his highness is expecting you to make an appearance. You pack you weapons and food, enough to last you until you arrive, and set out for the brilliant city of Gadel...
Several days later, after an arduous journey across the plains of the world, you drag your way into the grand citadel. Needing and knowing that you should refresh your mind and body before seeing the king, you stay at Inn and rest your fatigued body. The next morning, you prepare your things once more and navigate your way through the city to the King's Castle for the meeting...
I would like you give you guys a little idea of what this "planet" looks like, so the pic in the attachment below is one with the continents on it. I had to add a couple to it, though, because they aren't large cities and weren't included in the real one. There is one mistake though. Agnus is south of the mountain below Bugdoniel, in the center of the plains there, not where it is labeled on map... Sorry! ^_^;
And, so you guys get an idea of the atmosphere and current situation, I'll start by putting my own part of the story up! ^_^
Name: Masashi
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Priest
Appearance: Masashi's 5' 6" with a medium build. He has a definite muscle tone, but he's no muscleman. His eyes are hazel, but they lean more towards brown than green. His hair is dark brown with a blue glaze in the shimmer, and he usually likes it parted down the middle. He keeps his hair short (1 - 1.5 inches on the top) so that his hair can stay like that. He has a simple ocean-blue robe that is tied around the waist by an enchanted blood red sash. He then has a black hooded cape that is clasped around his neck by a eliptical, dark sapphire brooch. The back of robe is decorated with the attached symbol on the back (in white). His skin is fairly pale. It has a notable amount of color, but not a large amount.
Personality: Masashi tends to keep to himself and the small group of friends he has. He knows many people from helping them, but he doesn't get to know too many new people. In his leisure time, he loves to draw and sketch or read a book (usually some sort of fiction). He's an extremely imaginative person and enjoys sharing his dreams and ideas with those around him. He generally likes to keep a fun or comical aura around him, and for this, many people see him to be a little too upbeat sometimes. Just don't mess with him when he's angry. He's likely to bite your head off if you irritate him enough. Masashi is the kind of person that wears his happy and joyous emotions on his sleeve, but hides his depressing and angry feelings deep inside. This causes him to have the occasional eruption of depression and feeling of worthlessness from the build-up within him. Usually it takes something extremely stressful or horrible to knock him into this condition, so it's not exactly something that happens too often or for an extended period of time. In general, though, he's a fun person to be around!
Weapon Class: "These fists are certified lethal weapons..."
Magic: Dhur...
Relationships: Masashi and Regan became fairly decent friends while she and her family were living in his hometown of Gigarl.
Hometown: Gigarl
Other: Masashi has a small ceremonial dagger that he carries with his for situation where he think his hands won't do the job...
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Masashi's Eyes
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I finally felt up to par again after staying at that quaint, little inn. "That's the best night of sleep I've had in days!" I said to the attendant as I headed out the door after paying.
I made my way through the twisted streets of town and approached the bridge that crossed moat for the castle. I was led by one of the King's guards to two enormous doors. As I pushed the massive gates open, I stood in awe at the extravagantly decorated hall; the Grand Hall. The flags and coats of arms that covered the room proved how well the King kept his relationships with allied nations.
I took a step forward into the expansive room, the hard soles of my leather boots made a low boom as the sound echoed through the huge hall. It showed how empty and hollow the room was, compared to it's beautiful decorations.
As I neared the chair that lay at the opposite end of the room from the doors, a servant of King stepped forward. "His Majesty has not awaken yet. Please feel free to have your fill of the breakfast the King has had prepared for you while you wait for him and the others..." He said, pointing to a large table covered in delicious foods. I thought to myself, "Food! But what did he mean by "others?" The letter said nothing of anyone else..."
Just as I was about to take a seat, a rumbling came from the doors. I stopped myself and moved away from the table, in the case that it may be His Majesty......but it wasn't. An upstanding woman with high-heeled shoes cautiously entered; her shady sillouette seemed quite familiar to me...
"Regan? Regan de Tempscire!? Wasn't expecting to see you here..." I asked, shocked to see an old friend of mine.
"I recieved a letter from the King wishing for me to participate in an investigation." She stated, getting straight to the point. "And you?"
"Same." I responded in the same tone. "But... You haven't changed a bit!" I giggled a little, trying to lighten her mood a little. Denied!
"You haven't either, I see..." She retorted, as we both headed toward to table to feast. A thought came to my head, "She really needs to work on her people skills..."
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