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Is the "dragon" race a separate race? Or would they be considered one of the other normal races, and just that we have to make sure and mention if they have dragon blood.


Dragons in the sense of big flying intelligent magic lizards are a seperate race that may or may not still exist. The people who have some dragon's blood in them are the race they primarily descend from, since the appearance changes are minor (if at all). A human with dragon's blood would still be a human for all intents and purposes, they might just have patches of scales or different eyes (if at all).

It's probably good to just say they have it somewhere in the desccription.
if you need me to change anything tell me!


Dessielle is also good. Feel free to move her to the character tab whenever.
Here ya go! Please let me know if I need to change anything up.


You're good to move her to the character tab. She's accepted.
How many characters are we expecting to have in our group?


3-6 characters in total, but it's pretty flexible.
Erune has a Far East, ye?

Are the monsters in Mistlund different from monsters on the mainland?


Yes and yes.

While often similar to the ones on Erane, Mistlund's monsters are different enough so that the common knowledge of Erane isn't as much help.
Lv. 9
HP: 150/230 SP: 200/200 MP: 30/30
(200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0
STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 | AGI – 20 (20) | END – 23 (21) + 5% | DEX – 10 (10) | LUC – 10 (10)
Equipment:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR


Mags was wrong. The frog was just strong enough to not even have to give a shit about Mags. The kick that could shatter the bones of an ordinary man sent her further than a direct collision by a 2003 Ford Fiesta. Even at 10% pain, she could feel her innards liquefy and slosh around. Had she not invested in health and endurance, she would have just crumbled into dust right then and there. She couldn't even think as she went flying through the air, nor could she think as her battered body skipped more times than a human should.

The cold water brought her back to her senses. If this was some sort of anime, the scene would unfold beautifully. She'd open her eyes underwater. A vast blue, only changing as the sun penetrated the surface. In front of her would be some sort of spiritual symbol. A younger version of herself. The friends she made along the way. Her drowning corpse. The frog itself. Something that'd give a philosophy lesson to her. Unlock her hidden potential. Ka ka kachi daze and enter ultra instinct. Something along those lines. A life changing moment that'd completely change the flow of a fight.

Instead, she got a fish that quickly swam away. It wasn't even a large one. It was like a sardine.

Ruining the moment of solemn introspection saved only for the protagonists in dire straits, Mags didn't swim in the river water. She didn't exactly know how to. Her body felt heavier in the water, more so than in real life. The fat she had in real life was pretty buoyant, after all. She chose to walk along the bottom of the river, back into the fight. She could have easily left the fight. Told her friends that the kick knocked her out and she floated down the river. She couldn't do this. She wouldn't let herself. Not because she'd be sentencing them to death, of course. Fuck 'em, they could die. No, this was 100% pure ego. Running away would make her a baby back bitch.

She emerged from the water as mad as ever. Pounding her own chest and yelling back at the group.

"Lightweight, baby! Lightweight!" Came her warcry, a response from being hit so hard that she was sent skipping. It wasn't lightweight at all.

Picking up a rock from the riverbank, she quickly pitched it towards the overgrown frog. Instantly, she turned to taunts. Her face contorted into a bizarre facsimile of a frog doing the same exact facsimile of a human smile he was doing. It wasn't exactly accurate, but it'd probably get the picture. Next, she did the chicken dance again. What once worked on Ames and the others (it didn't) had to work on the frog. Finally, she took pose. A martial stance reminiscent of the strongest martial artist in the world. One arm down. One held tight beside the face. Body angled.

Only two words came to mind.

Tiger.

Drop.


Erane, the birthplace of civilization. The continent and its surrounding isles remained the sole home of life. Explorations beyond the shore of Erane left little discovery but inhabitable volcanic isle and deathly mist. Not to be mistaken for simple ocean fog, the mist claimed the life of those who breathed in the sickly sweet air. A curse that claimed the lives of unwary sailors. Those who survived were left wounded, bone becoming aquamarine and skin turning pallid. Not even the most powerful of magic could cure the ones cursed by mist.

Since records were first written, the peoples of Erane thrived on their bountiful and diverse lands. Kingdoms and countries were born and had fallen. But they remained within their borders of the ocean, none daring to venture near the fog. Not that there was anything of value to find on those volcanic isles.

Then a path cleared. A channel of unblighted air. Expeditions of the foolhardy and curious lead to the discovery of a new, habitable land. Mistlund, as it came to be known. Just as bountiful as Erane, yet unclaimed by any major power. Ruins of an ancient civilization that held bountiful treasures, stronger than what the finest mages and craftsmen on the main continent could create.

With the return of the expeditionary ship, soon every man and woman began to make pilgrimage to the new land hopes of achieving their dream. Riches, a new start, adventure, battle, and everything in between.

It had been 60 years since first contact. The wilds of Mistlund had proved dangerous. Very few cities had been established throughout the land, either destroyed by the native beasts or threatened away by the native inhabitants. The most notable of the cities is Haven. Protected by talismans and the commensal relationship they have to the peoples of Mistlund, Haven acts as the landing point for every adventurer. It's a place where one can get a fresh start, though danger could be found at every corner.






















Character Sheet
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[b]Name:[/b] (and any other things your character is called)
[b]Description:[/b] (think of this as a mixture of personality, history, and how others see them. Try to include why they travelled to Mistlund/became an adventurer.)
[b]Capabilities:[/b] (What your character is good at. Also includes things like magic. I don't mind lists or general descriptions of what they can do.)
[b]Equipment:[/b] (What important things they hold. Could be weapons and armour, could be keepsakes. Anything of note, really.)
OOC should be up in a few days, once I iron everything out.
Cool story bro, but how many posts per week?


Weekly.
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