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I, too, shall post soon.
I am sure I am not the only one who appreciates that comment Journeyman. ^_^ I really like the plot and party as well as how everything is playing out. After my workday I immediately check to see if there have been any new posts. These past two days have been slow.
Woah now! Sorry for the wait folks! Let's get some things settled...

1. I work nine hours five days a week. I try to maintain my health and have some hobbies as well. This has become recreational from that. I can routinely log in but I wanted an extensive IC to start us off so I need the weekends. Excuse me for making you wait and I am happy you're that excited but there are other games to play, stories to tell, and so on...

2. For Drallinix, I would like you to go with the assumption that alchemy is more scientific than magical and remove it from your spellbook. Take a look at the character sheets above yours. That aside, everything else is fine.

3. greenhorn commented about including a mentor into your info and it is a good point. It helps tie your character to the universe.

4. IF everyone is still involved and checking up on this, I would like to have a group "muster" if you will. Just post that you are good to go or I will have openings available to the others that have shown interest. If everyone checks in, then there will be no further acceptees.
Men, women, and even children all around. Mortimer wasn't sure if he was surprised, worried for them, or happy he wasn't alone. He might have been proud. To be chosen - no matter how randomly - to be of a superior race seemed like a blessing from the gods that had come and gone. This could've been the next chapter in the rare ancient texts that came from the exalteds' praise! That was something he could talk about. He could talk to ALL of them about it. They all had a reason to be interested. Someone might have seen something that would interest him! Old, massive, and mass produced texts concerning god-like power! The parchment that had made blood spill and charity save! The start of the world! As well, the e-

Mortimer's fantasies were broken rather easily by a polite comment. Self-awareness covered him, as did a grateful, close-mouthed smile over his bearded face. He removed the square clothe and buffed his round lenses. After returning them to their place along the straight bridge of his nose, He deftly folded the thin rag and left twin black peaks protruding from his breast pocket. He had little time to verbally thank the caretaker, before he owed her twice as much for sparing him from a nearby woman's drink. He debated whether she could see something of the future, or was just convenient in every way. He took a step aside for those coming to her aid and rounded one hundred eighty degrees.

In front of him now was a woman with the manner and fear that she was about to vomit, and he was no longer feeling at ease. As politely as he could in the rush he was feeling, he snatched a drink from the tray of one caretaker roaming in the crowd. Convenience at it's best here in first haven. A nice change. The water is ice cold. Mortimer thought and, in a more casual pace, took two more for the man alongside the poor gal as well as himself. The man seemed to be in as much strife with strong hiccups and injured... well everything. A barfight could've brought upon everything ailing this gentleman, he considered playfully but dared not say. Instead he found that glee a home when he offered them with a smile the drinks, his deep voice attempting to calm and relieve the tension of this disheveled couple.

"God's Final Message to His Creation: 'We apologize for any inconvenience.'" He recited from a long lost favorite of his. Shaming an unknown power for the couple's current state and at the same time mocking their unique situation. Mortimer scorned himself for speaking in reference that few knew, but did not let it show. "I hope this will help. Remedies provided by Mr. M. Murdoch."

Another smile adorned his face while his eyes searched theirs for any idea what was going on or how they felt about it, besides sick.
I'm sorry to hear that! I hope things work out. Farewell!

That leaves two spots open for the origin of this story - or it would, anyway. I am going to accept Roman's character. Welcome to the party! (good luck hehe)

As for the "reserved" spot left for drallinix, If there is not a final character by the time of this post tomorrow, I will accept others ( I have PMed him). I will have a full roster in the next 24 hours. If other characters are posted by then and the spot isn't filled, the next one in line will be considered. I would like to get this show on the road.
My apologies for my lack of response to you all! Let me start at the top.

Dud, you're character is acceptable. I did not mention any race restrictions so my only requirement is that he was born in a land aside from Mythria, whose denizens are primarily human. He adds a lot of character to the party!

For Paladin, I went with my impression that since magic and powers-close-to-gods are more prevalent, religion is much more diminished. It doesn't necessarily have to be that way, though.

RBYDark, Greenhorn, Daird, ruronihs, All accepted! Your characters are a fun mix together. a little eerie, but in a good way!

That means you are welcome to fill our last spot, drallinix.
I would like to edit my CS just to note that what my character manifests is, in fact, made of his radiance and therefore works against demons. Was that assumed?
I'm happy to hear that! I will prepare an OOC in my off-time. I don't know how long it will take. More interest might motivate me.

As for Level of casual, that's going to be about who wants to be involved. The standard for casual has already been defined. Usually, I like long-term players who enjoy being thorough and developing things. With this roleplay, it's not going to be hard to eliminate drop-outs or dull moments.
"Sweetie, look at me." a women's voice kindly demanded. It was familiar. It's warmth kept Mortimer even more firmly weighted to the soft grass where he lie. He was staring at the pitch sky, filled with stars so bright that there must have been no light for miles. They were magnetic and he didn't understand why. What was making him admire them to the point of forcing his gaze to his companion? After a reluctant moment he obeyed. There she was, Alicia.

"These stars... For a moment I felt like I never wanted to look away from them." He said quietly to the beautiful blue eyes staring back at him, "I get them same feeling looking at you, now."

It was true, Mortimer's words were spoken as he thought them, as if he was overcome with excitement. The question of why still lingered.

Alicia wore a grin under a flushed face, how she always was with compliments. It was such a darling trait she had. Her head and golden hair made the slightest movement on his arm while she let out a silent titter.
"Your obsession with words is always proving itself to be a good thing." She commented.

"It's my obsession with you."

"Sweetie!"

He rolled over and embraced-

A wooden desk. The one Mortimer fell asleep on instead of the still-made bed to his side. He lifted his head from his crossed arms, glaring at the spot his lips met the furniture. Anger slowly vanished and left something empty in him. Under his hands was a piece of parchment from a drawer of his unlikely fling. On it was a codex of the past twenty four hours in his neat handwriting.

An entirely strange feeling overcame me in the morning. The book at my beside scared me by just how aware I was of it's presence, like someone was right behind me. The pages seemed to hold less content and I had finished it before breakfast. (A good read, for a $1 paperback out of some rundown department store.) I left to attend the Minister's morning meeting, acted as his scribe, and made rounds with him. Nothing but a couple of broken Jens and some citizen complaints, which he addressed very professionally. He has been a compassionate man since I have met him. He relieved me early today without notice, but that could've been because I was distracted by everything around me. None of my friends around town had found anything new for me. When I arrived home, a shuttle was waiting for me. I packed some essentials, my journal, "The Stranger" by Albert Camus (the only thing small enough to fit, or worth it), and a spare suit-jacket and trousers into my bulging messenger bag. Then, off we headed to first haven. The service has been exceptional. My clothes were pressed, I was fed well, and I was given reading material similar to the size of my collection to choose from. One of the caterers mistook me for an Italian, like himself. He brought me a book to read personally and spoke something that sounded friendly. I just nodded and smiled with a muttered "grazie" because the title alone seemed to be apparent, but then the entire book became so.

Needless to say, I am excited to speak to Arken.


Mortimer folded the excerpt and slipped it into his journal. A knock came then, and a foreign accent piped about getting ready. So he did...

Shortly, He was buttoning the top button of his charcoal grey Italian suit over a black vest and white collared shirt. This was his favorite set, made so by the way his black shoes, vest, and handkerchief accentuated without color. Two pens and a folded sheet of paper went inside his jacket, his bag hung at his back over his shoulder, and the Italian book was set aside to find easily. It was time to go.

A few steps later, Mortimer found himself with his weight on his heels, hands in his pockets, and eyes on this gathering of strange VIPs. What a mixed group, He thought, What a day we are going to have.
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