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@Afina Here's what I've thought up for the setting. Got any input?

The world has been consumed by the forest. Few know that there was even a world where one could leave the forest, and fewer still remember what that world was like. The forest in dark, merciless and perpetually hungry, consuming the foolish who do not know its ways. Pockets of humans survive in small communities, hiding from the beasts of the wild in great underground caves left behind by the ancients or in the few glades of relative safety found within. Of these humans, two specific groups have arisen in power, not before thought capable, the witches and the druids.

The druids, one with nature have learned the ways of the forest and seek to protect the world from further damage. Each druid has aligned themselves with a wild animal and can shift between the form of man or beast at will. There are 8 known druids, 1 for each of the following animals: deer, fox, wolf, moose, squirrel, owl, rabbit and bear. The druids sequester themselves away from the world, isolated from even each other so they can see that nature is properly attended to.

The witches were rediscovered when the forest took over. Rare, unaging individuals with the ability to alter the fabric of reality through the concoction of potions and brews, the witches have an agenda of their own, but nobody can be quite sure of what exactly theirs is. It is known that the witches travel through the woods on foot, and it is theorized that they have a single place in which they congregate, but such a place has been a tightly kept secret.

Legend tells of the three greatest sources of power in the forest, hidden from even the eyes of the witches. Great pools of condensed magic, each corresponding to a portion of a man, body, mind and soul. Tale goes that once a man was able to drink from all three of these pools and become a god among men who ruled for a millenia, and the druids and witches have a tiny portion of his blood in them, granting them their amazing powers. But as far as the common folk can tell, is just a tale. And, clever as they are, these pools have been dubbed the Three Great Soups.
Third Reich is now.


How dare you compare the glory of Mother Russia to that insignificant Empire that couldn't even hold itself together for a decade?

*Soviet Banhammer*
From down the road, two figures became visible traveling together down the road, silhouetted from the early-dawn sun. In front was the large, muscle-bound form of Durin, now dressed in a sleeveless burlap tunic and rough pants with a pair of thick, heavy boots. Bandages wrapped around his left should out from beneath the shirt. They were an off-white, but it was clearly from the fabric and not from absorbing any wayward leaking bodily fluids. In his right hand he carried a large backpack that was turgid with all sorts of travel supplies. In his left hand, he carried his spear from yesterday.

Behind him was Kayleth, dressed in a stylishly cut, but durably made green dress that extended down to halfway down her thighs. Worn under the dress were a pair of nearly black travel pants tucked into a set of traveling shoes. She did not carry anything on her but a wicked looking, silver handled dagger strapped to her right hip, the a flash of ruby light being reflected from an ornamental gem embedded at the base of the gem.

"Now what's this whole meetin' up business for?" Durin asked as he tramped over to Izzy, visibly irked. Or perhaps that was his default dwarven expression. It was hard to tell. Kayleth strolled just behind, she looked like she rather enjoyed this nature travel.

@IcePezz @KazeXDZ @The Harbinger of Ferocity
And now that I have been given a modicum of power, it is time for me to rule with an iron fist. If you do not post for a certain period of time without notifying myself or Afina why, I will drop you from the RP. Your character will not be killed, but you will not be able to jump in and act like you've been here the whole time. I seek to keep things running smoothly and if you're holding us up, I will not hesitate to leave you behind. And if you tell one of us that you won't be able to post and I find that you've been active elsewhere on the forums (again behind the back of me and Afina), I will seek permission to eliminate any characters you may control. If you can't think of anything to post, well that is unfortunate, but if can't ever meaningfully contribute to anything outside of fighting, perhaps you shouldn't be in this RP.
Kazuo pursed his lips at Shela's snickering. He deserved it. But the important matter at hand was that this Sana lady had disappeared, either by some odd magic or maybe carried off by a giant bird. When the giant two-headed ogre burst through the trees, he had to take a hand off his sword to keep Trombe from rearing.

"Easy, easy." He still wasn't sure if he could trust this Zoe girl or if he'd have to cut up the ogre, but really, he really wasn't sure what to do at all. Looking through the wilderness for people who up and disappeared wasn't his strong suit. It was dark and although the magician, (assuming she wasn't the one who poofed Sana) had a ball of light with her, it could only illuminate so much at one time. The more he thought about it, the more this seemed like a lost cause.
Didn't come off as one.
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Fixed it - not only does The Red not like the town itself, he doesn't even care for the people suffering in it. He is here to wreck vengeance on the demons. Nothing else.

He is by no means a "good guy"; the stand in for the party barbarian.


It didn't need fixing. I was stating my character's opinions of the other PCs she'd met, and that's what she thinks of Red.
I have called myself an asshole in this thread when talking to you in the past.

Durin doesn't really know anyone in the party. His opinion is neutral

Kayleth thinks Tirarrian is nosy, Izzy is demanding and entitled, and The Red is an ass that doesn't have respect for things that aren't him.
@The Fated Fallen I said most. Not all.
Kazuo smells like sweat, horse, outside and a bit of salt
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