The village of Sondabar, at about 200km on the southeast from Baldur's Gate, beyond the mountains marking the frontier of Amn. A quiet, charming rural place who had a local reknowage for being in an heartland of stout folks who brought many a warrior to the cities of the Sword Coast and Amn, and also for local lines of master smiths and wood workers. A peacefull place... not. At least, not anymore.

Since a few weeks, eerie events pilled... Packs of freaky monsters sprung from nowhere, seemingly at random... Villagers, woodmen, farmers, some disapeared... Rangers and elves and druids travelling spoke of strange and omnious changes in the nature, animated trees, foul plants, mutated animals...

Quickly, the situation degenerated in suspicion and fear, the trade lines dried as the ghastly events frightened every common traveler... Sondabar found itself soon isolated...

And now seeks brave souls to help to get to the end of the dark truth.... And settle the matter for good. Maybe you where a son or daughter of the village who left for adventure, and came back hearing the alarming news. Maybe you are a conceirned priest who want to face the unholy things corrupting the land.... Maybe you are a brave warrior who is not afraid of said darkness. Or you took a more exotiuc way of life and path to arrive there. But wherever you are, Sondabar needs you - badly.


Well, this is rather classical, a fantasy rpg set in a world that I know well, typical pseudo european, feudal fantasy, with elves, gnomes and dwarves, paladins, sorcerers and priests.... Not unlike my AT the end of Toril rpg.

Profile (one - two max, to simplyfy things):

Name:

Age:

Sex:

Race: (The common tolkienesque set is there, from elves to gnomes, with some less common things rarer but possible - if you know D&D, you can make otehr choices of course wit reason)

Class: (Like Fighter, Monk, Priest - likewise, the same old base ones, with more exotic ones allow with reason)

Equipement: (Just a list of important items like weapons, armors, items and all, sort list)

Look:

Bio:

Name: Jeschi

Age: 18

Sex: male

Race: human

Class: Warrior

Equipement: A katana said too posses dark demonic like powers, steel armor that covers the front and back of his torso, a bag containing a small supply of basic medical supplies, a small amount of food and a canteen of water

Look: shoulder length black hair, with bangs that cover the right half od his face, a black , sleeveless coat that goes abit past his waist, a white hakama that is alot less baggy then most hakamas are, a white kimono. He wears hit coat over his armor and wears his katana on his back

Bio: raised in a small village as a farmer, but left in search of a more exciting life. He ended up in a village mainly for training warriors, which is where he trained until he became a warrior. He came across an odd katana said too have demonic powers.
Jeschi heard about the odd happenings in and around Sondabar and decided too head there and check it out

Resently he got into a fight that almost cost him his life ,and the sword temporarly gave him demonic powers too increase his strength, speed and healing abilities. Allowing him too win the fight with ease.

(accepted, awaiting other peeps)

hopefully i can do this right i really dont know how to do it yet


Name:Megumi

Age:16

Sex:female

Race: Elf

Class: Fighter

Equipement: bow n arrow, doesnt really have any armor, and a crystal neckleace around neck for protection

Look:

Bio: she lived by herself since she was 5... her parents got burned along with there house while she was out in the meadows.... she has tried to train her very best to find the people who burned down her house and killed her parents .. so now she is livin with her aunt and uncle tryin to train and very soon goin to be on her own to look for her parents killers

(Hum.... that could be rough for her. Make posts with a minimum lenght and readability, and take time to wait the slower posters (like me) if you join. Nothing personal, mind you - like Jostanos told you in that other rpg.)

Name: Kirato
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Class: Mage. For those who know Tamora Pierce's books, He has the gift. (Fighting magic, shields, scrying with mirrors)
Equipment: Has a jewel his keeps on a chain around his neck, a black opal, to help channel his magic. Has a sword incase he's low on magic, or it's gone.
Look:Kirato Minus the staff.
Bio: Kirato was born in a neighbouring village. When he was ten, his parents found out about his magic and sent him to a school like place so he could learn his magic. He graduated when he was twenty. He came back to his village then. When he heard about the problems, he headed to Sondabar. Now he's trying to find out what's going on.
Personality: A flirt. A down right flirt. He's a very curious person. You'll find him in a book a lot. When he's mad, he's mad. You don't want to get in his way. He'll always help people in need, and his friend.

(Human who is a Wizard by trade, always good and usefull ^^ I like him, you're in. Awaiting one more maybe and it will be set)

Here goes..

Name: Shizen

Age: 18

Sex: female

Race: Elf

Class: Healer

Equipement: For items, she has potions and herbs.

Look:Here

Bio Shizen lives on a mountain side and offers her help to people.
Kind, caring, and patient person. Doesn't take part in fights, but helps them heal after words.
Not much is know about her past.

Nin make two if that alright...

Name: Kuuki

Age: 16

Sex: female

Race: Elf

Class: Apprentence(sp?) to Shizen.

Equipement: Sword Bag to hold things in. Herbs

Look: Kuuki

Bio: Kuuki knows nothing about her past. Her earliest memor was when she was twelve. Other then that, her life is a blur. Right now she is training with Shizen to become a healer.
Stubborn, cocky, playful and mischivious. Very happy and cheerful.
No one knows anything about her past or even where she came from.

OMG!! BALDUR'S GATE? THAT'S IN THE FORGOTTEN REALMS!! D&D!!... *drool* I'M TOTALLY JOINING!! (as if ubbie being the creator wasn't reason enough to join! <33 )

anyway... I should probably set up a profile, huh? *doesn't wait for an answer*



Name: Marcelle "Phantom Fingers" Yrvonne

Age: 27

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Class: Thief

~*~Equipment~*~

Weapons: She namely uses her long sword but has a few well-concealed knives and daggers.

Armor/shield: She uses no shields and her speed is her armor though under her loose clothing she wears old, thin hide armor.

Other: At her waist are various crude tools she uses to pick locks. Her thieves tools, if you will, but they were crafted in a somewhat amatuerish manner from animal bones and pieces of old metals. At her waist are various tricky items such as smoke bombs, tanglefoot bags, and viscus fluids(oil and cooking grease). (3 flasks/bags of each). Finally, in a pouch at her side are 3 tindertwigs, several seemingly useless keys and a small amount of coins.

~*~Equipment~*~

Look:
Less color, more detail

More color, less detail

Bio: Marcelle's appearance and clothing is as much of a representation of her as anything else. Underneath her rags lies her secret beauty as is with her personality, under her smug, sarcastic and sneaky outside, lies something else very secret within her, but not necessarily hidden beauty. In her youth she was nothing short of an orphaned peasant, begging for her meals on the streets, dressed in rags disgracing even the least wealthy of the town of Everlund. But her calls always seemd unheeded.

With such a beginning behind her she became a common thief, stealing whatever food or wealth she could get her hands on, simply to survive. And with her experiences she became a self-serving loner. As the grim knowledge of her poverty took hold, greed and restlessness did as well. And soon she began stealing for more than just survival but for thrill and for fun. As her failures decreased and her skills multiplied her thieveries grew to equal those differences. She became the subject of whispers of the townfolk which in turn allienated her from everyone else even futher. Everyone, that is, except an old storemaster that took a kind interest in her, despite her mischievous behavior and took her in as a sort of daughter in her early childhood. Rikshas seems to be the only person of any real importance to her.

Now her natural personality of curiousity, and need for adventure has led her to desire to travel to the troubled Sondabar, not far from her home town. The thought of the riches that could lie in wait on such a journey chills her with unbelievable excitement from the core of her sturdiest bones.

Sorry for the long bio but... at least she has a solid foundation? ^_^

Am i accepted, ubbie-sama?

(Dang yes, you bet! I like this gal. Do you play here tabletop-wise?)

(and starting now)


*The spring... Amn and it's proximity have a nice climate, quite mild. There is usualy not much snow in winter, and some rain in the sping. Or at least, before things changed in the proximity of Sondabar.... There was more snow around, as if it was Waterdeep instead, and frequent, bitter cold rains.... Chauntea the earth didnMt seems to be awakening as much, and the rich earth gave much yellowed plants around in th fields... The trees themselves seems ills...

The village woke up early and the folk went on their work. The spirits had fallen, that was apparent, and even the spring didn't do much for the villagers. The peasants slaved on their fields, trying to reawaken the earth along the druidess of Chauntea, the Earth-Mother and her blessings.

A few young able men, humans and somes half-elves - the results of the friendships of the village with local groups of elves who dwells in the Wood of the Sharp Teeth on the north - and dwarves - a frequent sight of the Cloud Peaks on the south - patrols, grim and looking tired. But it was necessary as the unknown things where trailling and roaming around now, in the dark.... And less travellers, now. A slow curse of death for a peacefull village....*

~Kirato~

I walked down to the inn I was staying at. Well, I was pretty much living there now. I needed to find a house to buy in the city, but I never got around to doing so. I was always to busy trying to figure out the rumours. As I walked, I heard a group of women, young women, talk about never finding a man. I smirked and studied the women. They were all very beautiful. I thought about making my way over to them.

( Nice mape of the large region for the curious ones - Southern Sword Coast )

(( ok i wont join))

(Is Nin in?)

(yeah, you are in, everyone else is - I tend to say it when there is a problem, dont worry)

((im probably not in am i))

(If you dont want to play, that's ok)

Kuuki-

"Kuuki! Come here!"

I heard Shizen call me from the other end of the small cottage.

"Coming!"

I caled back, then, putting down the herbs I was using, I got up and wandered over to the other end where Shizen was.

"Yes?"

I asked.

"I need you to collect some herbs for me." She said and handed me a list.

"I'm on my way!"

I said to her as i ran out the door, holding her list and a bag to hold the herbs in.

"Shoes!"

I stopped, turned on my heel and grab my shoes, putting them on I called.

"I'm on my way again!"

(( i do want to play its just yall complain bout my profiles and i havent been here in a while so im alittle lost on them))

(you can play, just take our advices without taking them personaly. we like to help. I am going to bed now, so later....)

((ok night))

Jeschi:

I sighed as I walked along the road. I could see the vilalge in the distance.
"They say theres something odd going on but yet I've seen nothing." I complained.
Suddenly something was next too me, but concealed in the brush. I reached back and unsheathed my katana.

*A small cry and something fled from the bush, running.... A small, gaunt grey fox. Poor little one, the nature seems to have taken a strike here too...*

--

-The blessing of Illmater be upon ye, my brother.

*A man wearing a classical wooden brown monk bure robe come out from an humble church of wood, touching an elderly dwarf in an armor. The demihuman was wounded heavily and twitching in atrocious pain... he had been wounded in the belly. Through a studry breastplate of solid steel. The monk touched the dwarf, praying. A soft glow came and the dwarf calm, his pain gone.*

-Thou art saved by His calm peace, the pain He took in Himself.

~Kirato~

I walked off. I decided today was not a flirting day. I wanted to get back to my room and read. I had some new information I wanted to look into.

Kuuki-

I walked in a meadow not far from our cottage. That wasn't that far from the village.

I grumbled.

"Collecting herbs use to be so much easy.."

"What the hell happened?!"

I called, a little to loud..

(what did she heard/noticed? sorry if I missunderstood ^^;)

-Blessed be by Moradin the Forger, Brother Marc....

*The dwarven veteran stood up, easened*

-Ach.... I am worn by age, like an old blade...

Jeschi:

I sheathed my sword, relieved that what I had heard in the bush was of no threat too me. I continued on my way too the village.

((so can i start playin now i promise ill get better))

(yeah, go ahead)

(Thats there a short supply of herbs. ^^)

Kuuki-

I continued to wander around the meadow, not watching where I was going.

i tripped.

"Ahhh!"

I yelled as i rolled down the hill, holding the herbs close, praying they wouldn't all fly out.

-Go in peace.... And you can always help us against what is facing us....

*The human sighes deeply, looking worn. At his hands, there was leather bands, like cords. The dwarf walked away slowly, going somewhere else - the inn, perhaps. As for the priest, he had returned in his church, his hands joined in prayer.*

-What a bad time we are living in....

----

*The village was a simple thing, rather poor but well-kept. Houses of wood in a semi-wil setting, with trees here and there, long grass and rocks around. In the distance, the Cloud Peaks and the Sharp Teeth Wood. A sort of transitional area as around, settled and farmed through. A few buildings where made of stones instead, not much.*

Megumi: *walks around the village lookin for a place to eat* -stomach growls- agh

Ninja~

I jumped up when I came to the bottom and acted like nothing had happened.

Thankfully, barely any of the herbs spilt.

"Thanks god."

I mumbled.

*Near Miss Angel's girl, there was a sturdy wooden house and shop with many furnitures shown by the window. A pannels call in Common Faerunian, Elvish and Dwarvish languages "Boltac's Trading post". Smells of dried goods, spices and otehr food items came to her nostrils.*

~Kirato~

I walked away from the inn, towards the meadow near the village. It was where I read. I loved it. It was calm and peaceful. Always quiet. When I got there, I saw someone. At first, I was slightly angered, thinking I wouldn't be able to read, but then I saw it was a girl. I smiled slightly and walked forwards. "Hello there!" I shouted out.

Jeschi:

I arrived at the outskirts of the village. I looked around.
"Looks pretty normal too me." I said

*And yet.... if one looked closely..... The grass, the plants, the trees... there was withering tell tale marks.... The farmers at work had wild eyes, they where pales... A strange atmosphere partially dispelled by the sun cover the place. Why, there was peoples doing armed patrols, and one was leaving toward the wood.*

((sorry I was gone. Oh and i have a more detailed and realsitic map if you wouldn't mind me posting a link to it... (maybe editing it since it is so very large - several thousand pixels, both width and height)))

Marcelle rolled a coin between her fingers, slowly, watching it as it tumbled over each knuckle and turned back again. She flipped it, caught it, and stood from where she had been seated in the shadow of an old dreary warehouse, several streets from Rikshas's shop. She cradled the pouch she had snatched and counted its silverly contents slowly.

nice, she thought, excitedly almost 100! If I get just a bit more I could buy me some news thieve's tools. she paused in thought for a moment and giggled softly. Nah! I'll probably just steal those, too!

She tucked the pouch away in her tunic and walked calmly from the alleyway, heading for Rikshas's shop, whistling, light-footed and cheery as ever.

~*~*~*~

She kicked a rock outside his shop and rapped softly on the door before letting herself in.

"Well, hello, Marcelle!" He said, cheerfully "You haven't gotten into trouble, yet, have you?"

She laughed "Of course not!" she said, coolly "I never get caught. And if I'm not caught there's no trouble I can get into, now, is there?" She walked to the counter.

Rikshas smiled "Well do you have enough for the tools you wanted so badly, yet?"

"No. Just need a few more gold coins and I'll be set."

"And then you're off to explore Sondabar?"

"And kill demons and steal me some riches ..."

"and sieze you the heart of some hot, unsespecting village boy on your death-defying adventure?"

They paused for a moment. Then together they burst into laughter and jested for several minutes.

"ahh... Rikshas...indeed I shall..." She wiped tears from her eyes and leaned on the counter, expectantly.

"Well..." Rikshas replied, also wiping tears from his eyes "that aside, I'd like you to do something for me..."

"awww... not more chores!" Marcelle whined, batting her lashes and poking out her bottom lip a bit.

"ha ha! Yes, Marcelle. I need you to sweep the cellar and clean up the mess you made yesterday what with all your practicings with your sword down there the past few weeks..." He gave a light-hearted stern look and Marcelle rolled her eyes, dragging her feet to the back of the shop and letting herself into the cellar and began her tedious chore and Rakshas smiled innocently behind her.

((Good enough?))

Kuuki~

I looked up to see someone coming forward.

"Hi!"

i called back