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A united land, that's what it once was. All the peoples lived (relatively) peacefully under the Monarchy, and for a time it seemed as if peace would reign forever. But nothing ever lasts. Rather than find a wife and have a family, the most recent king saw fit instead to spend most of his time isolated in his castle, studying. Naturally, without children, and without siblings, his death has left the Imperial throne empty.

It started slowly at first, but soon enough all around the world more and more people began to claim they had a right to the Imperial throne. Now the once peaceful kingdoms have been thrown into upheaval as more and more people contend for the throne each day. Some have even been coronated...only to be assassinated before they can fully establish power.

As they do, rumors abound from all over the world of darkness, seeping in from every corner. Demon attacks are being reported in the west, freak snowstorms in the north, rumors of a crop plague are widespread and people begin to wonder if things are not quite as they appear. One thing is for certain though, without a stable and worthy ruler, things will only go from bad to worse...



CS:
Name!
Age!
Who the F you are!
Bio!
Appearance! (optional (read as Anthony is lazy))

Name! Angelus
Age! 22
Who the F you are! A Male tiefling that makes innapropriate jokes a lot
Bio! Angelus was born in a prison colony of the coast of the mainland. Because of this, he is crass, and uncultured in the ways of many people but his own. And as a result of rivaling gangs in the colony, he is extremely prejudice to anyone but his own kind. Any friends he has made with anyone outside of Tieflings, he holds in low regard, because of this he doesn't have many friends.
Appearance! Angelus is a 6' tall man with a thin body, not showing his true strength as he is a natural fighter. His eyes are a deep shade of purple and his hair is jet black. 6 inch horns protrude from his head and his arm from the elbow down is pitch black, almost as if it was burnt to a crisp long before he left the womb. His clothes consist of an average black top and comfortable fitting khaki colored pants, the best quality that could be gotten in the prison colony.

Name! Flora
Age! 25
Who the F you are! A female dragonborn spellsword from the small town of Ghostvale.
Bio! Flora was born and raised in the small town of Ghostvale right outside the valley of Spirits. Because of the high spiritual energy in the area there was a magic school put in the town. Already an accomplished fighter by the age of fourteen, she went to the school. When she wasn't distracted by flirting with damn near everyone, she was an excellent addition to any class, except for anything to do with darker magicks. Having heard the throne was up for grabs, she thought about this as an opportunity to dismantle the system they currently had, for she hated the Monarchy with a passion, seeing their village struggle from the heavy tax put on them when she was a wee lass. Sword and spell in hand, she sets off for her journey to the throne, knowing the perils that might get in her way.
Appearance! Flora is 5' 3" with firey red eyes and deep red hair. She wears a long, loose-sleeved black top with a leather belt just a few inches under her breasts to make sure the top fits well, with an exposed midriff, her pants are black combat pants that were cut off at the knees to make them shorts. Her boots could be described as a soldier's boots, seeming to fit a bit too loosely for her. Extending out of her back are wings that she could fold up or extend up to five feet. She has a tail as well, the scales on both are red while the inner leathery lining of her wings are black.

Name! Grace
Age! 18
Who the F you are! A female human druid who just recently escaped a slave ship but was then captured by cultists
Bio! Grace has never really known freedom like others have. Up until she was fifteen she was stuck in her town with basically nothing to do. After she turned fifteen however, a deadly group of marauders raided her village, killing half the people and taking the other half for cargo. The majority men they captured were sold as labor slaves to whoever would buy. And the women and the rest of the men... well... they were a special kind of cargo. After a year, everyone was sold off except for her. She became the captains personal pet and for the next two and a half years she learned to be obedient and flirtatious to get what she wanted. Then one night, while she lay chained up on the bed next to her master, she noticed he left his dagger on the bedside table. This had been the biggest mistake of this guys life. She reached over best she could and was just able to reach far enough to grab hold of it. She killed her master, slitting his throat and breaking the lock on her shackles holding her to the bed. She stood up as the ship shook from a storm outside then broke the window that the captain used to look out from his quarters and dived into the water. After a few minutes of struggling to stay above she blacked out and woke up the next morning on a beach. She was finally free! Until she noticed that there were people with robes all around her who grabbed her.
Appearance! She is a 5' 10" woman with long flowing black hair and piercing blue eyes. Her clothing consists of the rags that they gave her to wear when she became a slave, yellow-ish simple dress that's torn in multiple places showing it's been worn for a long time. She has no shoes but that will probably soon change.

Name! Calamity
Age! 21
Who the F you are! A flirtatious tiefling who lies compulsively.
Bio! Calamity was born into a prison colony up north. Growing up in the colder weather with little to no food rations made her do a bit of...work for her meals, giving her quite the flirtatious personality. She uses sexual favors to get what she wants, when she wants, and sees little to no problem with it. She was recently moved across the mainlands to another colony off the coast - mainly due to drama with the guards that no one really wanted getting out. She doesn't really enjoy people knowing much about her, and tries to keep to herself, up until she actually wants something.
Appearance!  Long waist length white hair with piercing blue eyes. Darker skin covered in freckles, with tiny 2 inch horns poking out from her hair. She's about 5'  7" and is a bit chubby. Her clothes consist of a ripped white tank top and black shorts, both of which are just a tiny bit too big for her. She also wears black combat boots, the only thing she has that actually fit her correctly.

Name! Ridley
Age! 23
Who the F you are! A charming human healer from a now isolated monastery.
Bio! Ridley grew up in the once busy monastery and was raised by monks. They taught him how to heal, as his destiny was in the battlefield. That is...until they found out he was horrible with any sort of weapons. He was more likely to hurt himself than anyone else! When he was only 13, bandits overtook the monastery, killing his only family as he hid away deep within the crypts. Years later, he was living in the now isolated monastery - until some crazy group of cultists ransacked the place and took him with.
Appearance!  Short and messy dirt blonde hair, hazel eyes, with slightly tanned skin. He has two scars that run down his cheek from his 'training' from so long ago. He's around 5' 8" and wears lightly colored robes most of the time.

Name! Vanwen
Age! 20
Who the F you are! A female elven royal who was thrown out and into the world.
Bio! Vanwen lived an ultra sheltered and super spoiled life. At 18, she got kicked out of her father's castle due to being so...gloomy. Her past is mainly super secret, and you need to be a lvl. 3 friend to even get the correct dialog options to find out! Just know that she wants back to her spoiled lifestyle and really only knows how to use a sword.
Appearance! Straight wispy black hair that comes just below her shoulders and dark lavender eyes with pale skin. She's tall as F - also known as 5' 11". Usually wears rogue like armor - think Nightingale or Dark Brotherhood from Skyrim!

Name! Brion
Age! 23
Who the F you are! An Elf Monk cursed to speak in sentences of exactly 10 words.
Bio! Brion was once a half-famous, yet incredibly conceited actor in a theatre troupe. He considered himself better than all other thespians. One day he was performing out in the woods when an old woman stumbled across him and observed him. When he finished, she remarked that his performance was only 'mediocre', enraging the young man. He repeatedly insulted the old lady with a string of long and complex sentences. As a form of revenge, she cursed him, forcing him to speak in sentences of exactly ten words, because Anthony is masochistic like that.
Appearance! Brion stands at about 5'10" with messy brown hair and constantly changing outfits depending on what role he feels like playing at any given time. He is almost never without his human skull prop which he frequently monologues to


Name! Axia
Age! 21
Who the F you are! Confident Human mage who lost her shadow in a bet
Bio! Axia was the daughter of a marriage of convenience, and when her father had no more need for her mother, both of them were thrown out. To make ends meet, Axia's mother sold her to a brothel, where she grew up. Despite her circumstances, she still grew into a confident young woman with a mastery of magic. One of her more...interesting clientelle made a bet with her. He offered her the roll of the dice, and whatever she rolled would determine her fate. One die would determine what she won, and the other what she lost. She rolled away and won her freedom from the brothel...but lost her shadow. Now she seeks that stranger to reclaim what was taken from her.
Appearance! Axia is a moderately sized 5' 6" with long, straight hair. Using her magic, she is able to make it change colour overnight, sometimes accidentally. She usually wears practical clothes that are nevertheless somewhat revealing, a habit she picked up from working in the brothel.

Flora:
Flora sighed stoking her camp fire with a stick. "How long has it been." She muttered to herself. "Three days? Four?" Honest;y, she didn't know, all she knew was that she was bored out of her mind. Enough to be talking to herself at least. "I need friends..." She sighed if she had known she would be this lonely, she would have dragged someone to have a little fun with. Whether it be the innocent flirty type of fun or the more... explicit kind of fun. She pulled her bag out and took out a few carrots and a package. Unwrapping the package she looked at the meat left. "I need to hunt soon." She muttered with a unpleasant face and stuck the last of her dwindling supply of meat on a stick and started to roast it over the fire with one of the carrots. "Might be able to get a rabbit with these." She said placing the rest of the carrots back into her pack.
Stretching, she leaned back a bit and watched her fire flicker as the smell of cook meat started to fill the air, causing her stomach to growl.

Angelus:
"You think I didn't know what you were doing?" Angelus growled out pinning a human to a wall. "You thought I would just let myself be killed by a lowly human?" He chuckled a bit. "Just like your equipment though... your attempt was inadequite and laughable." He brought his hand back.
"Please! I was just followin-" He stopped speaking as Angelus's hand went through his chest tearing his heart to shred.
"I'm not interested in pleads for mercy." He muttered and let the body fall. "Besides... there is no mercy for trying to kill me." He walked over to a corner and grabbed a peace of cloth, wiping his hand clean of blood. "No guards in this part of town at night. Guess they know that it's dangerous." A wide smile crept on the corners of Angelus's mouth as he looked the way that the ports were. "Soon. I'm out of here." He chuckled a bit. "And I will live until then." He dropped the cloth then calmly walked down the street, heading to his home.

Grace:
Grace struggled and kicked and writhed as the cultists dragged her to their lair and through her in a cage. "This isn't fair!" She cried out and slammed her fists on the iron door. "I was free!" She banged on it for a few minutes, crying and sobbing. "I was free..." She said quiet this time and put her back to a wall, sliding down and sitting with her head in her hands. It was just her luck that after escaping the ship she would be captured again. It sucked, it more than sucked. She just wanted to be free. She didn't even know if she would survive long enough having basically no survival skills but it was better than being a slave all her life. But now, it just seemed she was back where she started. Different people though.

Vanwen walked through the cold streets of the city, her dark hair trailing behind her. Her purple eyes glanced around almost nervously, as if she expected something to jump out at her. "I'd do anything to be out of these god forsaken streets..." She muttered, a scowl on her face. It was then that a man stepped out in front of her, a dark grin on his lips. "Where you headed, girlie? I could help you get a roof over your head, you know....for a price." He crooned, his golden eyes seemingly glowing in the darkness.

Calamity sat on the edge of the port, her legs hanging over the water as she kicked absentmindedly. She hummed a simple song as her long white hair moved with the gentle breeze and stood up. Seeing a man walking, a devious smile appeared on her lips. "You seem just perfect..." She murmured to herself, pulling her boots up some. Since she was moved to this new prison colony, things had been rather...boring. There were so many new people, so many new things to learn - it wasn't at all like her home and yet...she found it to be dull. Why not try to have some fun, just like she used to? She quickened her pace to follow the man.

Ridley poked his head up, hearing a girl's cries. He stood up and cautiously looked out of the iron door that had held him in for what felt like weeks and frowned. "Hey....are you okay?" He asked softly, almost afraid of the possibility of startling her. "It's going to be okay, I promise...I'm going to get everyone out of here. Well....in the very least, I'm going to try." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. It had been a while since he had seen his monastery, but he had no idea how long it had actually been. Sadly, cultists don't give you the time when you ask. He looked through the bars of the iron door and smiled slightly. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

The throne sat empty, as it had been for weeks now. People from all over had been clamouring for the power it brought, but none had sat on it for so long, nor would they. A figure stood in the shadow cast by the great throne, muttering to himself. The doors to the palace burst open, and a figure came running through. He was dressed in commoners clothes and was breathing heavily. He rushed towards the seat, excitement building, but stopped just short of the throne. His excitement turned to laughter, which quickly grew maniacal as he fell to his knees and collapsed, slowly breathing his dying breath. He exhaled once and then was no more, blood pouring from an open wound on his back.
The shadowy figure stepped out briefly and kicked the body aside, tutting disapproval as he did.
"How pathetic. Didn't even manage to sit down...Perhaps the next..."

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Brion walked through the forests. He had been warned of cultist activity near the local town, but it didn't bother him. He felt at home here. With all that had been going on in the Capitol, the peace of the forest was a welcome respite. He began humming a tune to himself as he fumbled around for his skull. Picking it up, he looked sullenly at it, he could feel a monologue coming.
"Why oh why must I live this dreary, cursed life? If only I could find that bitch, she'd surely die!"
He stopped himself as he felt his rage rise. Perhaps going to the local pub and drowning his sorrows in alcohol would make him feel better...

Flora:
As the meat finished cooking, she tore into it with her teeth, almost burning her tongue. She was glad that the countryside seemed to be, for the most part, bandit and cultist free tonight. Or was she glad? Honestly, a good fight would break the monotony of traveling alone. "Maybe a town is nearby." She said to herself eating the rest of her food and packing up her supplies. She knew it was so close to night but... perhaps she could travel a little longer and find a town, it wouldn't hurt. She put her hand out and the fire came up from the logs where she placed it in a jar and into her pack. "Alright." She sighed a swung the pakc over her shoulder and set out once again down the dirt trail. A few minutes down the trail later, she heard a voice speaking from the trees nearby. A person! That means a town nearby. Maybe they could lead her to the town. She walked into the forest and not too far from the trail she saw a man holding a skull and talking to himself. "U-Um hello?" Flora called out the the man, a hand on her sword, lax but ready to strike at any moment. "Can you lead me to a town nearby?" She asked him kindly, not wanting to seem demanding or rude.

Angelus:
Angelus walked down the street and eventually reached one of the biggest houses in the entire colony. One of the four crime houses owned it, and he just so happened to be the son of the head of the Tiefling gang. It allowed him things that would otherwise be impossible to do. As he put a hand on the gate he heard footsteps behind him. Another assassin? He thought and then shook his head. No not this close to his home, where he was securely guarded and on his home turf.
He turned to meet this person following him and called out for a second. "Who is it?" He asked seeing a white haired woman standing in the street. She seemed to be a Tiefling as far as he could tell. And she was definietly new. So he spoke the only thing he said to the newbies if they were looking for his gangs help. "I'm not taking any meetings this late at night. If you want the gangs protection, Come back tomorrow." He turned again and started to push the gate open.

Grace:
Grace turned her head for a moment jumping at the sound of a mans voice. She scrambled back away from him, into a wall when he came towards the door. Her only experience with men had been bad as of late and she would not be harmed again. "S-stay back." She muttered, then heard what he had to say. She shook her head when he asked for a name. "It doesn't matter." Obediance and flirting, two features that she had been using all this time seemed worthless now that she was captured again. She used it to earn freedom and now it just seemed that she was, once again, not free and all the flirting and obediance in the world wouldn't save her.
"You are planning to get us out of here though?" She muttered quietly. "If you can get me out, whoever you are I will be forever grateful."