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In a small village, in a small inn, a small man sits at a small table, and orders a small glass of wine. This man is a dwarf and almost everything about the man is small, but to the people who frequent the inn he is a giant... in a manner of speaking. He is somewhat known for his stories and as he clears his throat the rabble of the inn goes quiet and everyone listens in, "*ahem* well... for those who don't know me... I am Volskar... For those interested in a tale... I have a story for you... about a few brave Fae and an ancient evil." Volskar sighs and smiles in remembrance. He strokes his long beard before beginning, "A long time ago... Near the beginning of the world, when the gods ended The War of the Beginning, life began to spring up. Some life was directly created by the gods; the others spawned in their presence. One the beings that sprouted up were called the dwarves. They are an ancient and wise race, being nearly next to the gods in power. The dwarves had a natural affinity for magic, great strength and speed, and could create weapons worthy of the gods. When it came time to fight the chaotic beasts from the dark places of the universe, the dwarves weapons were crucial to the victory. The Chaos War was won and balanced returned to the galaxy; to celebrate, the gods treated the dwarves with respect and gave them the choice of picking their place to live. Being humble, they decided to live beneath the earth were they could mine, and forge, and live in peace.
As time went on, other races developed. When the gods saw that the world was prospering, they left to go off on an unknown purpose to an unknown place. Out of all of the races, the dwarves pitied the defenseless high elves, for they were not strong enough to survive in that world. The dwarves decided to teach them, and other creatures of the land, magic to help them fight against what was left of the chaos. The dwarves had only one rule: Do not teach the humans magic. Out of all of the Fae, the dwarves trusted the high elves with the management of humans and magic; they are too young to understand the consequences of its power.
One day however, the light elf prince, Ohimek, found a lovely human princess. Her name was Amihn and her beautiful body lit a desire inside Ohimek like no other. He knew that the king would not give his daughter up to just anyone, so he went to the castle and taught the king some magic. He convinced the king to give him Amihn, and he rode off with her. The dwarves learned of this betrayal, and at such a high level of treason, the dwarves shunned the world. They disappeared, all of them gone to the dwarf-world, Nidavellir.
The Sidhe, the great Fae of the mounds and one of the oldest races, led by the great warrior Dresael, caught Ohimek. Desperate to get away, Ohimek offered one of the greatest relics of the dwarves to Dresael, The Sol Phyr, in return for his freedom. Seeing no reason not to accept, since the dwarves had already left, Dresael accepted. Ohimek got away, and The Sol Phyr gave Dresael serpent abilities. Soon, he, and the most skilled of his descendants, learned to unleash serpent’s breath, releasing a blast of fire, poison, or acid from their mouth.
With the dwarves gone, the other races had to pick up the slack that was left behind with chaos. The magic mankind learned soon turned the world bloody, as they began to war unlike any time before. Soon the world was enveloped in chaos, and by the time The First War Era of Man was ended, the chaos was rampant. Dragons soon came back to terrorize the land and the dragon emperor, Fulgrim, was resurrected to raise havoc again. The world is on the brink of The Second Chaos War between the creatures of earth and the creatures of the chaos."

-Playable Faerie Races-
1. Púca have dark hair and clothes. They are short and have glowing golden eyes. They have shapeshifting powers, and are often seen as a black stallion. They are very fast, very sneaky, and very intelligent. They can fly without wings but grow them if necessary. They are known to cause mischief and aid people. Púca are the most unattractive out of the races and are of a hobgoblin nature.

2. Elven is a racial group that breaks down into three subgroups: Light Elf, Elf, and Dark Elf. In general, all are known to be very attractive and have pointy ears, as well as being very sexual; all but the Dark Elves are known to be a danger to women or unwanting men, even raping and/or casting spells,,, to convince them to have relations with them.

A. Light Elves are tall, skinny, fair-haired, pointy-eared humanoids. They are very adept at magic and very sensitive to blunt force. They can levitate and wear light-colored clothing. They are known to be very condescending and prideful.

B. Elves are human-sized, pale, skinny (but lightly muscled), fair-haired, and very attractive. They wear light armor and light clothes. They are not as prideful as the Light Elves, but they still consider all races, excluding Light Elves and Humans, less than them. They have great speed and agility, have great skill in magic (though not as much as the Light Elves), and can take more damage than the Light Elves.

C. Dark Elves are the younger, faerie brothers to the dwarves. They are short, tan or dark-skinned, red/black/brown haired, thin (but muscled), long & pointy-eared, attractive, and sharp-toothed. They are very humble but very antisocial and don't trust easily. They are still quite sexual but not as brash as the other elves. They aren't as good at magic as the other elves and not as fast as the normal elf, but in place, they have developed great durability and stamina, as well as an affinity for enchanting and creating things due to their very close connection with their dwarves.

3. Sidhe (pronounced "she") are VERY pale and slightly tall humanoids with glowing green eyes. They are able to turn from mind-blowingly beautiful to terrifying and ugly. They wear brown and green clothing as well as strong armor. They are silent and imposing, living in mounds that are hidden in woods or hills that lead deep into the earth. It is almost like another world inside the mounds, much like it is above ground. They are known to defend their territory with terrifying ferocity but are helpful to those passing through. They are very powerful and have great strength, agility, and have skill in magic. They are hard to distinguish from humans, save for the inhuman paleness of their skin.

4. Alven are light-colored, water faeries with bright hair and pointy ears. They wear furs and skins, can manipulate water, can levitate in a water sphere, can breathe under water, can heal, and can turn translucent. They are children of the moon and like to come out at night to dance and play in the moonlight. They live in watery places like lakes and rivers and are guardians of night-blooming plants. They hate fish and will create areas of water where the fish cannot go to live.

5. Ankou have dark skin, white eyes, white hair, and sleek bodies. They wear black clothing as well as cloaks and robes. They are death faeries and carry scythes. They are fast and can manipulate soul energy. They are very impatient and headstrong.

-Character sheet-
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-Rules-
1. This role play will be graphic. It's not advised fer young'ins ta join.
2. No mary-sueing. That should be obvious.
3. KilaIesha and I are roleplay masters.
4. Romancing be allowed up in dis Role Play.
5. Don't be rude to other Role Players. Play nice my brotha and don't be a Role Playa hate-a.
6. If you want me to add a race, tell me, and I'll consider it.
7. Put "Fae" on your character sheet somewhere to prove you read the rules.

Fae
Name: Asthore
Race: Alven
Gender: Male
Equipment: Healing herbs, a canteen (filled with water from the river Elbe), spears, and a magical bear pelt
Powers: Water manipulation, translucencey, night & water plant speech, and night vision.
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 100 lb.
Appearance:
-Three diagonal scars going down his chest with the highest one starting at his cheek and traveling down his throat and chest, the middle one starting on his throat and traveling down to his abdomen, and the last one traveling down his chest to his hip
-Long, wavy, Sunset Orange (https://www.Crayola.com/explor...set-orange.aspx) hair tied into a high ponytail with layered bangs framing his face
-Seafoam Green (https://www.Crayola.com/explor...foam-green.aspx) colored, slightly transparent skin
-Blue with Shimmering Silver (https://www.Crayola.com/explor...ing-silver.aspx) colored eyes.
-Silver circlet with a dark blue gem
-He has a bear pelt draped over his back with its arms crossing over his chest in an "x" formation and tying together on his lower back. The head lies on his shoulder and can talk, as well as be used to store items, and its brown fur can turn into spiky quills.
-Rainbow Gulper scale tunic
-Knee-high, beaver fur boots
-Silver jingle-ly, charmed bracelets
Other:
-Is the Alven prince
-The Rainbow Gulper is a massive rainbow-colored fish with sharp teeth and extremely tough scales. The only way to kill it is to spear it through the mouth.

Name: Tadhg
Race: Púca
Gender: male
Equipment: throwing knives, a short sword, two scimitar-like swords with handguards, leather arm bracers, and a pouch.
Powers: Shapeshifting, flight, superspeed, and night vision.
Height: 5'02 ft.
Weight: 110 Lbs.
Appearance: Dark brown hair in a long wild mohawk. Has bright golden eyes and tan skin that's covered in cuts, bruises, scrapes, and scars. Has black furred chest and He wears a brown sleeveless burlap shirt, brown burlap shorts, brown boots, a black hood, brown leather arm bracers, and a pouch above his backside.
Other: The throwing knives are stored in the arm bracers, the short sword over his shoulder, and the scimitars at his hips. The pouch is full of trinkets and shiny objects. The scimitars are enchanted with a powerful paralytic/hallucinogenic venom.

~Fae~

OOC:

The Polevik I will be using in this RP has the appearance of a goat-like creature who is fully covered in long shaggy leaves and swamp grass. Appearance wise, he's quite tall, has spiraling horns like a markor, and a visible face of a billy goat with more human eyes. They are very skilled at growing gardens, and often make a living by growing gardens for people in exchange for a meager ammount of the farmer's profits.

Name: Galick
Race: Polevik
Gender: Male
Equipment: A bag filled with organized seeds and fertalizer, a giant scythe, a pipe, and he also wears a heavy vest that matches the long leaves covering his body.
Powers: He is able to grow plants much faster than they can normally grow. Smaller plants are almost instantly grown, but trees take hours to go. However, he can also use his powers in battle as well, to entangle foes in vines, create giant fly traps, and all kinds of things he can use as projectiles. He can even cross-breed his plants to make new things. He also uses his scythe as a weapon.
Height: 7ft1
Weight: 205lbs
Appearance: Appearance wise, he's quite tall, has spiraling horns like a markor, and a visible face of a billy goat with more human eyes. They are very skilled at growing gardens, and often make a living by growing gardens for people in exchange for a meager ammount of the farmer's profits. He also wears a large vest that matches the rest of his body.
Other: His bag contains over 136 types of seeds, and several types of fertalizer. His bag appears kind of small, but then again so are the seeds.

OOC: Done. I gotta work soon, so I'll post later.

Tadhg sighs loudly, "Come on! It was just a ring!" Tadhg sits down on the bunk of his cell. High up in a tree in the glowing forest of Lyrona, a grand citadel of the Light Elves. A guard looks at Tadhg through the white shining wooden bars angrily and growls, "You tried to take the high chancellor's ring fool! That ring is encoded with the secrets of all high chancellor's before him! Your lucky to be alive scum!" Tadhg groans, "Uuuuuugh... Whatever..."

Galick was taking a tour around the same tree. His kind helped build the community they created by helping to grow the trees that housed the establishments they had their, and Galick was currently inspecting his tree to make sure it was growing steadily. Right now, Galick was near the prison, making his inspections on the bark. He couldn't work very well, however, because the prison was very loud. "Come on! It was just a ring!" followed by "You tried to take the high chancellor's ring fool! That ring is encoded with the secrets of all high chancellor's before him! Your lucky to be alive scum!"

Galick started to get testy. "Ahem! Do you mind in there?" he asked. "I'm doing my usual inspections and I would prefer it if things were kept quiet around here!" That... might not have been wise.

OCC: The buildings are not on the tree. It's part of the tree. The light elves live inside glowing enchanted trees.

OOC: Ooh, even better. Is it alright if Galick's species had a hand in creating the village? Not Galick himself, just members of his species, as they are highly skilled at growing plants.

OCC: Sure. Just know that teh forests are beyond ancient.

Asthore sits quietly in his room, reading his novel. He smiles softly when the hero kisses the damsel and rolls over onto his stomach. He sighs gently and places a bookmark in his book.

Tadhg lays down on the bunk and groans. The guard sighs and shouts,"Fine! No reason to be a dick about it..." outside a loud screech can be heard afar and a shaking rumbles through the area.

Asthore puts his novel away and lays down on his back. He decides to get up, and he walks swiftly out of the palace and into the fresh, open water where his garden resides.

"Hey, you want to know for sure whether the tree is nice and stable, or do you want me to lie about it because I'm not able to do my job?" Galick asked, still seeming a bit rude.

OCC: Sorry it's taking so long Mugo. Gotta get the rest of the role play concept and info off my phone but it's messing up. >8(

OOC: Take your time.

The guard finally just let go, "Hey please! Shut the fu--" The tree shakes violently and a loud screech echos through the area. He gulps, "That was you right? ... Ri--Agh!" A sudden boulder smashes through the outside of the tree and busts through Tadhg's cell, almost crushing him and flattening the guard. Tadhg dashes out of the cell and sighs, "Well... That sucks for you." tadhg rushes to the currently unmanned guard station, grabbed all of his confiscated items and rushes to the hole made in the side of the tree, "Whooooa... IS THAT A LIVE DRAGON!?" He looks out and sure enough, a large scaled beast is scorching the area and smashing chunks off of the great trees of light. He clears his throat and nods, "Yep. I'm getting the hell outta here." He dives through the hole and morphs into a bat, flapping his way to the murkwood forest, which despite the creepy name, is rather not creepy.

In the underwater river, things were getting tense as well. Soon lightning bolts could be seen flashing through the water, blasting homes, while dark mermen attack the citizens with reckless abandon. There is an echoing bellow that shakes the river city. Something dark and powerful was making it's way there.

Asthore's brother rushes past him in his armor, telling him to grab their sister and get her to safety. Asthore runs to her room and throws himself inside. He grabs Cait and brakes through her window to the surface. "Stay on shore. I don't know what's going on, so stay here." Asthore dives back under and notices the carnage.

"Huh? That wasn't meeeOWZA!" Galick eventually saw the dragon and immediately got angry. "NO! That thing's going to wreck all my people worked hard for!" But now was not the time to pout, he had to get out of here. Galick grew some vines out of the tree and used his magic to allow the vines to grow just long enough he could reach the ground safely and quickly. It was then he ran with the rest of the crowd to wherever they were going. "Dragons! I hate dragons!" Galick cried as he was running.

OOC: Screw you, Galick! Dragons are awesome!

OCC: Dragons in this are, mostly, an ancient evil that comes with the chaos. Basically like classical dragons from European mythology. Good dragons in this are actually more like Asian dragons and are called serpents. They don't usually breath fire though. No one has seen either of them in a long time. As well as corrupted Mer-men, tainted goblins, Black ogres, and the Kraken.

Goblins ransack houses, Ogres smash the guards, and the dragon continues the assault on the citadel. A daemon can be seen of in the distance. His imposing form unmoving and unsettling. It's arms are crossed and seemed to be scanning the crowd for something. An old man walks up behind Galick and slides a scroll into his pocket and whispers in his ear, "Go to the inn on this map... Tell the bartender, 'The red leaves have fallen.'" The old man slinks off into the crowd, vanishing without a trace.

Tadhg lands in the forest and morphs back to his usual self. He sighs, "All that shinny I could have taken..." He hears a noise up ahead and hides behind a tree. An old man hobbles out of the darkness, "Come on young one... I'm not going to hurt you..." Tadhg nervously come out from behind the tree and sighs, "Damn, old man you nearly scared me to death. What's an old timer like you doing around here?" The old man walks to Tadhg slowly, taking his time. after he finally reaches Tadhg he inspects him and nods, "Yes you will do fine." He pulls a scroll out of his tan robe and hands it to Tadhg, "Go to this inn tell the inn master, 'The harvest is best before the dawn.' He will know what to do. The old man steps back and smiles deviously, "I was supposed to be meeting my friend to warn him, but it seems the old polevik probably knows now... hehe. Probably has already given off his scroll. So now it's time for me to go looking for shinnies. After all, I doubt these light elves are going to miss them... HehehehhEHEHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAA!!" The old man suddenly transforms into a gaint four winged black bird and soars off to the citadel. Tadhg shakes his head and smiles, "Crazy gaffer... Gotta give him my respect though. Once a Puca, always a Puca."

As Ashtore tries to swim away, a sudden flurry of tentacles swish around him. A large octo-squid searching the area for someone...

Asthore yells frantically, he beats the creature with his hands then tries to force the creature off by moving the water. Asthore is about to give up when his brother stabs the tentacles and pulls him out. "Asthore thNks his brother and swims to his room. He gathers his objects and breaks through his window, swimming towards the shore.

Galick didn't have any other leads to go by, so he figured he might as well. And if there was anything to help the situation by going, he would do whatever. So Galick decided to go looking for this inn where he would spout the line given to him: "The red leaves have fallen."

OOC: How far away is this Inn?

OCC: Just time jump to it. Give me some time to make a good post. I got this.

OOC: Got it.

Eventually Galick reached the afformentioned inn where he knocked on its door and saw eyes behind a mail slot. "The red leaves have fallen," he said.

A large sidhe opens the door and looks at Galick with a raised eyebrow, "What ya talkin' about boy?"

Tadhg smiles, "Looks like I have something to preoccupy my time with now..." Tadhg treks to the inn. He notices Galick at the door of the inn and walks past him, walking past the Sidhe and looking back at Galick, "You've never been to an inn before have you?" Tadhg walks to the serving counter, "Hey um... 'The Harvest is best before the dawn.'"

As Asthore begins to walk to shore, someone grabs his shoulder, "Wait, Lord Asthore." It was the captain of the guard, Hart, "Here, take this scroll, it will lead you to an in. Tell him, 'The last son has risen.' He will know what to do." Hart hands Asthore the scroll, "I have to go back for your father. Hopefully I will see you again some day, kid." Hart dives into the water and disappears into the rivers depths.

"I was given the orders to say that," Galick said. "I was supposed to come here and say that, now let me in." Galick was in no mood to put up with shenanigans right now, and helped himself in, pushing the person at the door aside before entering the Inn. Eventually he marched up to the Inn keeper and said "the red leaves have fallen," in sort of a frustrated tone.

Asthore quickly swims up to the shore and hoists himself onto it. He grabs his sister close and creates a sphere to travel quicker in. He opens the scroll and begins the path towards the inn.

"Will they be okay?" Cait asks.

"I don't know, but I know that they are good, strong fighters. For now we have a mission, so stay strong okay?" Asthore replies.

They make it to the inn, and Asthore dissipates the sphere. He keeps Cait close as he walks up behind Tadhg, and Galick, patiently waiting his turn.

OCC: Your supposed to tell the inn owner, not a guy at the door.

OOC: I'm not sure it makes much of a difference. I added it, though.

The Inn keeper chuckles a bit at Galick's huffy tone, "Calm yourself, you'll have plenty of time to stress later. Funny to see two of you here at the same time." The Inn Keeper looks Tadhg up and down, then Galick, "So you are what they send? After all this time? That's just sad."

Tadhg sighs, "Yep. I know, I'm a total loser. Let's get on with it then."

Asthore softly clears his throat, "-ahem- Um... I have very important business, Ser Innkeeper. Ah... 'The last son has risen.' Please tell me you can help."

Galick still seemed a bit insulted by what the innkeeper said after he said his password. "Gee, you're welcome," he said snarkily.

The Inn Keeper chuckled, "Hey, Three! Alright, you three follow me." The Inn Keeper walks off to a back room and calls back, "Come on! Let's get this over with!"

Tadhg smiles and walks off after him, "This is already getting interesting!"

Asthore walks after the inn keeper and Tadhg. "E-Excuse me, I'm afraid I don't understand."

Galick walked behind Asthore. He shared his concern. "Your guess is as good as mine," Galick said.

The inn keeper smiles, "Well, you're about to learn. The reason why you're here... Do you believe in god? Do you believe in gods?"

Tadhg nods, "Yes I do."

Asthore shrugs, "I suppose one or more could exist. It's plausible."

Cait nods from behind her brother.

"How do you explain our existance?" Galick asked. "Our abilities and powers. That had to have been created from someone. But who else would be able to give us powers?"

Inn Keeper chuckles, "Well I guess that depends on who you are talking to... But I can tell you, the events that led you here is set in motion by someone who is as old as time."

Tadhg nods, "Fulgrim... The last son of Mancea."

The Inn Keeper looks to Tadhg with wide eyes, "You... You are so young. How can you know of Elenar-Trussa? It is an ancient and dying religion... A belief for 'old fools.'"

Tadhg nods, "It's true as well."

Asthore bites his lip, "Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, but we were brought here by a god? What is this god's intent?"

"Well look at the events that have already happened," Galick started. "Isn't it obvious? He's recruiting."

Asthore hums, "If that's the case, what are we being recruited for? I don't want to be, in or pull my sister into, anything dangerous." Asthore holds Cait closer.

Tadhg shakes his head, "We are not here to serve Fulgrim. We are here to fight him. He is the last known of the Chaos Kin. Fulgrim, the Dragon Prince."

The Inn Keeper nods, "Yep. Looks like this kid is on the right track already. You are going to have to find a way to stop them. The gods have gone into another realm. We cannot count on them. The dwarves on the other hand, may be able to help... If you can find one that is."

Asthore squeaks, "A d-dragon? Oh... What have I gotten myself into? I assume the rest will be explained...?"

"Ugh," Galick said. "Dragons... They are the Polevik's mortal enemy. They destroy ALL of our hard work. If we're taking down a dragon god, count me in." Galick hated dragons, and had no problem with fighting them. "Don't think I can't fight." Galick then pulled out a huge scythe, showing his weapon of choice.

Tadhg pats Galick on the shoulder, "Leave it to the Polevik to use an unconventional farm tool as a weapon. Still, I am impressed you have seen a dragon. They almost faded into mystery recently. Though now that the chaos is back, I guess we will see more of them now."

The Inn Keeper nods, "I'm impressed Polevik. Now I know why Ullakar picked you."

Asthore bites his lip, "Is there anyway we can...back out of this?"

"What's the matter, are you scared?" Galick said, a bit peeved at Asthore for being a weenie.

Asthore turns to Galick with an incredulous look, "Of course I'm scared! It's a dragon! I've only ever read about them in my novels! They're terrifying! How am I supposed to fight a dragon when I've never even been out of the palace?! Oh, I'm gonna die..."

Cait takes Asthore's hands, "Hey, it'll be okay. We can beat a scary dragon. It'll be just like when we played with our big brother, except it'll be actually dangerous."

Asthore shakes his head, "Nu-uh! You are not going. If one of us has to go it will be me. You are the only female heir, and you're the youngest. I'm the middle. I'm expendable."

The Inn Keeper slames is fist onto the table in the middle of the room causing a loud echo, "HEY! SHUT UP! You don't have a choice. You either do this, or the world dies! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"

Tadhg stands quietly, contemplation the severity of their mission.