Fantasy Four Heroes... but the wrong ones!

[Proper Brit]

The ancient prophecy told of a demon lord. This lord was defeated 200 years ago by four legendary warriors, who valiantly won. These four heroes disappeared after their job was done, abandoning the world. 200 years later, the demon lord was back, and more powerful than ever. The ancient heroes were nowhere to be seen, as the prophecy foretold. So according to this ancient text, four new humble citizens of different origins, lives and personalities would be brought together to defeat this evil. A valiant leader, a hushed gladiator, an expressive spirit-keeper and a defiant warrior. These four would save the world yet again, keeping the peace of Auran. The king sent an order for his messengers to scout out these four, who fit the personalities well.

But the messengers got the wrong people. Although the four they found fit the personalities foretold, they were nowhere near fighters. None of them were capable, all coming from humble settings with no time to fight or train. However, they were sought out anyway, coming from different corners of the world and brought into the capital of Auran, Orda.

Stoca, a quiet town to the north of the world. Greykar, a busy trading city in the west. Mauli, a large farming town in the east, and Orda, the capital city. The four 'heroes' came from these four places in the world. And here they stand, in the throne room.

I'll have the other pages done soon, and once the characters are done, we'll start

 

[Proper Brit]

• Chapter 1: The Prophecy
• Characters

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  Chapter 1: The Prophecy
  The Demon Lord, who's name is hidden in his curious mists of a mind, will rise to destroy our 'piteous' world as he calls it. He looks down on us, as if we're simply rats and bugs, aimlessly chasing each other for power. In retrospect, that isn't entirely false in the eyes of a demi-god. Yet some rise above the norm, considered better than the rest of us mice. I would consider myself among the superior, but nothing to even begin to comprehend the awesome power of The Demon Lord. I am an elven fortune teller, meaning my abilities and teachings shall carry on, hopefully until this prophecy is foretold.
  
  My readings have recently been informing me of this deadly evil that is said to rise. Fortune telling doesn't tell of time, only in complex riddles. But I have figured out that it should happen within about 20 years from now. It isn't very accurate. If this becomes some sort of amazing future-seeing script, I would be glad, yet won't write that formally as this is just something to put up in the castle hall. However, my readings have been quite accurate, sometimes even predicting the exact details of a war. But I won't talk of my pride any longer. I have recently seen that the definite death that shall arrive will be defeated, by four legendary heroes of contrasting abilities and personalities. I am not sure about the details this time, but they will come.
  
  
  
  
  Now, I have also seen that even if the Demon Lord is defeated, he will come back. I do not have any knowledge of the day, but he shall come back after being defeated. The legendary heroes will most probably abandon the world after their duties will be done, so a group of four new ones must be sought out. They will be similar to the original four. This is all I know. I wish I could see more, but it appears that The Demon Lord is blocking my magic. He is infinitely powerful, beware citizens.
  
  The King put down the beaten scroll, laying it delicately on his legs. He was obviously taking great care of it, maybe being a little obsessed with it. His tone of voice while reading it was desperate, this man truly believed that The Demon Lord was returning. He had spent a long time searching for four heroes, and he thought he had found them. In fact, the supposed heroes were standing right in front of him. The King eagerly looked to the citizens of Auran. "My friends. I have called upon you all for the goal of fulfilling the destiny that you have been chosen to execute. I understand that this may seem quite sudden to you all, but you must venture forth for the ancient mountains of Kirkrou to the east of our glorious capital, and defeat the demon lord who shall rise to kill us."
  
  The elf in the corner approached his king with a bow. "Perhaps I should take this to your quarters, my lord." He, named Elregard Mirih, held out his hand to take the script, but the king shook his old head left to right, seeming to want to keep hold of it. He had grown obsessed with this scroll. The elf worriedly sighed, turning to the four that stood in front of him.
  
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  King Orda VIKing Orda VI is a valiant king, who does his job quite well. He is a great leader, and understands people and their lives. He understands how to be a great king, but has never appeared on a battlefield. Despite his good personality, he has a broken left leg, prohibiting his movement. He is maintained by his adviser's magics, but he hates not being able to fight for his country. Magic can't move bones. His wife, the lovely Queen Orda had been killed fighting, as to make up for their king's disability, and died honorably battling a large cult of bandits named 'Moss Murderers'. This tore King Orda apart, as he became slightly crazy, but not enough to stop leading.
  After losing his queen, Orda became obsessed over material objects. He started to stroke his wife's crown, kissing the blue jewels on the front over and over again. He would wear her ring and never take it off, numbing his finger. But he mainly took care of an old scroll donated to his halls, telling of the return of The Demon Lord. He felt as though he desperately needed to save humanity by swiftly taking care of the problem.
  
  
  
  Elregard MirihElregard is the royal adviser to King Orda VI. He is a little manipulative of his lord, but he doesn't corrupt him or his kingdom for the good of the world. He is an expert mage and combat master, and an elite mind in the castle. He is also the one keeping his lord alive with his aura, supplying him with energy needed to survive, and also keeping muscle. He is overall quite friendly to most, but those that look down on him he despises.
  
  Elregard Mirih is not only an excellent assistant to King Orda VI, he is also assigned as the escort for the fated four awesome heroes, teaching them of magic and the world around them. He has been trusted with their lives, to preserve the legacy of the four heroes.
  
  Elregard is a wielder of mainly magic, relying on various offensive spells to defeat his opponents. He also has a small amount of knowledge of life magic, able to restore and protect allies. He also has a longsword and shield, both made of a unique material named Elvirium after the race that found it. Although he doesn't use these excessively.
  
  This particular elf has been good friends with the entire family line of Orda, advising each and every king and queen that came. He loves them dearly, and is not one to simply leave them. The only reason to leave would be if there was something world threatening. He is adamant about the protection of Auran.
  
  Elregard stands tall at 7"2" inches, and has hair flowing down his spine. As an elf, he is quite elegant.
  
  
  
  Orda Elite SoldiersTwenty of these expert men neatly arranged stand in the castle hall of Orda, protecting the king and the peace of their city. They serve no other purpose in the story of the four 'Heroes', but show that Orda is prideful about it's people. These men aren't particularly friendly, only being a suck up to the king for extras wherever they can get them.
  

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Kyros Manearys

Earlier that day, he had to steal a simple simple and give it back to the "rightful owner". It was a family matter. Apparently one of the families had stolen the plate from the other and then paid some magicians to...lock it? And afterwards they fought to get it back. Or was it the other way around? He did not pay too much attention to the old guy's monologue. To him it was nothing more than a load of crap. However, the grunt who had taken it from him gave him the reward that he was promised. With him not being able to get much done lately, a mission like this with a hefty amount of gold to offer was all that he needed. Him being taken to the castle made him think that he was finally caught. However, before he could go through the first stage of grief, denial, by refusing to believe that he made a mistake, he was somewhat reassured by how the guards were not being too forceful. Him being brought straight to the king made him think that this was a public execution of sorts. But then, the "prophecy" was told.

What the actual fuck? Kyros did not know what to think. He was not one for silly superstitions and religions. To him, everything needed to have some sort of proof. And a text written by some bitter old idiot centuries ago did not warrant any of this. Even if it were true, what would he have to gain from doing this at all? Why would he even want to assist in the demise of this demon lord? There were a thousand people more capable than him for such a mission. Stealth, espionage and sealing were his forte. Not fighting a giant magical beast of sorts. He looked beside him to see his comrades. Needless to say, he was baffled. An elven child with a bucket, an undead woman and a dragonborn. Unless they had to steal something, the dragonborn seemed to be the only one to fit the bill. "We are going to fight a powerful demon?" He said with disbelief. "Would it not make more sense to gather powerful warriors and magicians and send them? We don't seem to be..." He then looked at the elf girl "prepared for a quest of this kind."

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Liliana had been brought to castle, without being given a reason. She had just been selling meat to a customer, who payed her a small fortune. Not that Liliana cared for money. Still, her shop was infamous, she was one of the best butchers throughout Auran. When she was confronted with what the king believed to be a prophecy, she simply rose an eyebrow. "Demons?", she asked herself quietly, starting to think. She had been silent the whole time until now. SHe had never hunted and butchered a demon. Never worked with its meat. Never tried what could be done with it. She was very intruiged. "So... If we kill those demons.", she asked, her knife in her hand, as she brushed a finger past its blade. "Can we keep the corpses? I would love to work with their meat...", she said, smiling viciously. She seemed to be a very twisted person. "I could bring you a fine piece of meat, then, king." Respect did not seem to be her thing either. Without waiting for a reply, she returned to being silent and in thoughts.

 

[Yumiko]

Sissel had been helping her older sister, Namie, with baby Ethel when she was taken to the castle. She wasn’t an important person, and she wasn’t a criminal, so being called was very, very strange. In her excitement (and underlying anxiety), she only thought to bring her bucket and hat, both presents from her two older siblings. Of course her family had been worried, but she supposed that they trusted the king’s wishes.

Now, standing side by side with three others, she was surprisingly... alright? Not really, but Sissel was calm enough. The prophecy had to be wrong. She was just a teenager with a bucket. The others were much more capable looking.

She was attentive in listening to each of their statements. “We are going to fight a powerful demon?" The hooded character said with a shocked expression. "Would it not make more sense to gather powerful warriors and magicians and send them? We don't seem to be..." She noticed him look at her in particular and waved lightly. "prepared for a quest of this kind." While it did slightly bother her that he’d been talking of her, a small piece of mind said the man was right.

When the lady spoke Sissel scrunched her eyebrows together. “I don’t believe that’s the main concern!” She said, making wide gestures towards everyone in the room (particularly towards the king and the elf.). “You’re completely missing the fact that it’s the demon lord. All powerful thing that could snap us in half? Ring a bell?!” By now she was so caught up in the statement that she was only vaguely aware the woman wasn’t listening. Loud protests turned to quiet murmurs as she tapped her digits on the bucket, counting the freckles on her arms to focus her attention on something other than her probable doom.

 

[Rhymar]

Nazuth was caught off guard when he was sought out. A squad of soldiers approached him while he was snacking on his latest kill in the forest near his home. The soldiers didn't bother to try and hide their presence, they just marched right up to him, scared by trying not to show it. The commander of the squad politely asked him to accompany him to the capital, and the commander refused to tell him why. Nazuth agreed to go with them, purely because the group seemed extremely scared just by his presence, and he was confident that he could escape if he felt something was off. Nazuth had left his camp in the forest and regretted it somewhat, but he was also happy to be traveling again. The last time he had traveled was decades ago, too far back to remember for someone like him.

When they arrived at the castle, Nazuth was grouped with 3 other, equally unique people - An elven child who looked thoroughly unfit for whatever they were to do, no matter what it was; a heavily clothed man who wore so much that it was impossible to guess his race - the man seemed very irritated for reasons Nazuth could not guess and he was shrouded in mystery for not much could be deduced from the man's appearance; and a queer zombie like creature that he had never seen the likes of: his other companions seemed to be slightly at unease at the presence of the zombie, although they seemed more worried at the presence of a dragonborn. Dragonborn were rare, even rarer than dragons themselves, and thus many did not understand them, which lead to fear.

The king addressed them by telling them that they must venture to the ancient mountains of Kirkrou and slay a Demon Lord, as it was there destiny. Nazuth silently questioned the king's judgement, as his group didn't seem fit for the task they were being given. He watched as the rest of his group spoke to the king. First, the hooded man made the same points aloud as he had thought, then the zombie-like being somewhat maliciously asked to keep the corpses of whatever they slew, and finally the elven child began spewing protests, which Nazuth barely listened to. When it came his time to speak, Nazuth thought for a few minutes, and the rest of this group looked at him expectantly, though the king looked very patient. Nazuth guessed that the king had heard many tales and had perhaps had experiences involving dragons, as he was reluctant to try and rush someone as menacing as Nazuth was. When Nazuth finally spoke, he said "I wouldn't want to appear rude, sire, but I think you have chosen the wrong group. From our appearance alone, I'm sure that you too have noticed that we are not heroes, and I'd bet that none of us have proper combat experience, especially against one as powerful as a Demon Lord. I also agree with all of the things the..." Nazuth looked over to the hooded man, "all of the things that that one said." Nazuth's voice rumbled and echoed down the castle hall, startling the rest of the group. They had clearly never heard a dragonborn speak.

 

[Proper Brit]

King Orda's face turned from patience to slight worry. The four in front of him weren't exactly eager, except the already deductively mad undead woman, who was living up to the name that the King had given to her in his mind. They all pleaded their cases, most of them stating that their group did not fit the task that he was giving them. Elregard saw this as true, but stood by for now before he could explain what his role was. King Orda spoke up again, this time quieter and softer, a voice not fit for a king. "I completely understand that you are all confused, but please allow me to explain. We are quite desperate for the four warriors to return in new bodies. However, at a dragonborn's age, I think you would have still been alive by the time The Demon Lord was killed. But no matter. You all fit the bill perfectly, from origin to..." He glanced to the hooded figure briefly before returning his neutral gaze. "personality."

Elregard looked to his lord in discomfort. He knew his king was becoming slightly mad in an attempt to save the world, but getting hung up on a prophecy? It was only a matter of time before he'll go insane. Thank the lords that he has a broken leg. King Orda continued. "Now, I do not wish for you to head directly to the mountains. No, first I must ask you to confirm something for me. Seek out the elf that wrote this." He opened up the folded prophecy grandly. "He should be able to tell if this is true. Elregard?" Elregard stood to attention, lifting his chin up. "Certainly, my lord."

The elf moved in front of the four 'heroes', looking down to the... child in particular. "My name is Elregard Mirih, and I shall be your escort to Mauli." He bowed down to the four, only as a formality and not out of respect. "We are given to believe that the fortune telling elf lives just outside of the farming town, so that is where we shall find him. According to the..." He fake coughed, to jokingly signify to the group this shouldn't be true. "prophecy, only you four can do this. But that does not mean you cannot go without an escort." The King looked down proudly to his adviser, who was carrying out his wishes greatly. He smiled to the group. "Hopefully Elregard can see to it that you make it to the mountains and the fortune teller safely. I have my upmost faith in him, and so should you all." Elregard looked down to all four, putting a left hand level to his shoulder. "If you'll be so kind as to come this way, I'll show you your equipment."

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Liliana had been slightly ignoring all the people around her, from the childs outburst to the dragonborns booming voice. None of that had really sparked her interest and to none of it had she payed attention. Until the king mentioned equipment. Shaking her head, she drew a long, ornamented butchers knife. "Bloodsipper is my weapon. I refuse to use anything but him. He is my heart, my life and my reminder, that every life has its cost, no matter if it is left or taken.", she replied, putting her knife back at her side. "And i dont need armor. Until now, weapons have failed to hurt me. And i doubt that the things that can hurt me are stopped my metal.", she continued, looking the king dead in the eyes, as the dried blood underneath hers appeared to freshen, new blood running from her eyes and refreshing the stains, just as her arms and neck started bleeding. Just for a brief amount of seconds however, before the bleeding stopped. Liliana seemed to not notice that, or at least not care.

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Kyros Manearys

Kyros gave a slight nod to the dragonborn as he told the king that he agreed with him. It would appear that he was not the only one here who knew how to think rationally. He then looked at the king who foolishly thought that this prophecy was fact and tried to pass it off as such. He was somewhat comforted by the one know as Elregard. He seemed to know that the prophecies were not completely true and seemed to be a person whose beliefs laid in the real world, like his. However, he still seemed like he wanted to carry out this mission and perpetrate the stupidity of such a mission, wasting their time.

The promise of new equipment gave him an incentive to carry this quest out for a little bit more. If he was going to truly get nothing from this quest, the zealous belief of the king would at the very least give him some new equipment. His old ones that he was wearing were painfully worn out, needing replacement. He was not too happy with his comrades so far. The child would be no doubt naïve and idiotic, with her bringing a goddamn bucket into a palace. The dragonborn seemed to be respectable and somewhat wise due to its old age. The same could not be said about the undead however. He could feel his brain cells kill themselves one by one as he was listening to her go on and on about how she wanted to butcher the corpses of the demon and how she was proficient in combat while refusing to use any other weapon. He crossed his arms and chuckled. "Normally the body would decay with the mind being preserved...It seems that the opposite is the case for your kind..."[/FONT]

 

[Rhymar]

Nazuth uttered a growl of amusement when the undead-being-creature-thing started trying (and failing) to sound intimidating, going on about the demon's meat and how 'Bloodsipper' was her weapon, bla bla. He decided that he'd let the undead die first, if he had to sacrifice one for the team. Nazuth uttered another loud, deep guttural laugh when the hooded man said "Normally the body would decay with the mind being preserved...It seems that the opposite is the case for your kind..." Nazuth liked him. "I won't be needing equipment," he said, addressing the king, "us dragonborn prefer to fight with our natural armour and weapons."

 

[Yumiko]

Sissel snorted at the snide remark, sparing a sideways glance towards them. It was the main method of communication in her household that she’d grown to like. She even used it as a way of showing endearment, though people sometimes took it seriously. Such thoughts made her glad that their first stop was Mauli.

She stepped towards Elregard, intending to follow after. Looking behind her, she explained her preferred combat just as most of the others had done. “Well, I’m stronger than I seem in terms of lifting and hitting. We also use sickles a lot during harvesting season! I suppose they aren’t weapons, but me and Namie used to pretend that they were swords, and we’d ‘battle’.” She kind of missed when her sister had time for such things, but time passes and people grow. “Swords are interesting to me.”

“Oh!” Sissel stopped mid-step. She whirled around on her heel. “Since it’d be rude not to introduce myself; My name is Sissel Novus!” She grinned, proud to be a Novus, despite the family having no special standing in society.

 

[Proper Brit]

The king seemed to relax himself as most of the four looked to him rather than Elregard. Orda's job was done, he had explained the situation. Elregard continued, carrying out what a king would normally. He was used to carrying the weight of two people. The four pleaded their preferences. The child eagerly expressed her intentions of getting a sword, the dragon commented on his natural abilities, which were quite good considering his dragon scales and various other things. The creepy undead girl talked of how she would only need her knife that she named and carried around everywhere. She also seemed to... bleed? For an undead, this was slightly more normal, but still a little shocking. The thief said nothing of interest, only insulting the undead, and quite well.

Elregard turned his attention to the elf kid, who had nicely introduced herself to the adviser. She was really happy. "Ah, nice to meet you miss Novus." He held out his hand to her, shaking it promptly. He then diverted his attention to the others, who were conversing with each other or looking to the king. "May I ask of the rest of your names, friends?" He was acting still quite formal in front of his king, however this wasn't him at all. Once they were out of there, he was going to be much less formal than inside.

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Kyros Manearys

Kyros stepped forwards after the child had introduced himself to be closer to Elregard. His arms fell to his sides as he started to turn to his allies to introduce himself. He looked at them for a brief moment before squinting. Whatever this expedition was, leaving a trace of himself there would do him no good. The less people knew about him the better which meant that he would have to keep quiet about his own name for the time being. "You can call me Tenebris." It was one of the many aliases that he used for himself when having to share a name of sorts for others to refer to him by. Those sorts of jobs usually required him to work with other people. But it was never really quite in the spirit of teamwork. It was smaller things such as reporting information, describing things and whatnot. Up until this point, Kyros had not really relied much, if not at all on teamwork to get anything done, thinking that he himself could overcome any challenge that was set up in front of him provided he thought it through and found an easy way.

"I could do with some new robes as these are quite worn out." He said while he held the torn end of it that draped behind him. He then thought about the weapons that he wanted to pawn off of these people before leaving. He could realistically have anything that he wanted, as the king was confident that he was a hero of sorts. This lead to him starting to list the things he wanted. "I am also going to need a few daggers, a short sword, a rope and..." He slowed down as he realised that he simply had a lot of things he carried around with him which would be impossible for Elregard to memorise like this. "Is there just a storage where I can pick and choose whatever I want? "

 

[Rhymar]

The elf child introduced herself as Sissel Novus, and the hooded man told them that he was called Tenebris. Nazuth snorted, projecting a cloud of black smoke from his nostrils. Sissel seemed extremely over the top enthusiastic, whereas Tenebris just acted as if he didn't want to be there. Nazuth gave Tenebris a gleaming white smile and said, "Interesting name you have, Tenebris. My name's Nazuth." He saw no harm in giving his crew his real name, and he doubted that names had any power to them.

He turned to Elregard and stated "as I said before, I won't be needing anything, unless you have any scale polish," amusement tinging his tone. He listened intently as Tenebris began listing various items, before realizing something and asking for a storage. Nazuth listened carefully because you could gather a lot about a person just by listening to how they talk and what they say. Tenebris seemed to be a lone wolf, very down to earth and shared Nazuth's skeptical view about the so called 'prophecy'

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Liliana watched them introduce themselves, looking at each as they talked. "My name is Liliana.", she stated, not giving her last name. She never did. It was from a time before this one and it was the name of her living self, not what she was now. "I´ll look through the storage for useful items, if i may.", she stated. "But as i said, in matter of weapons, i am armed more than well." With that, she left word to whoever wanted to pick it up. She had said what was expected and needed. No need to talk further.

 

[Yumiko]

Sissel hummed in response to everyone’s statements. “Liliana is a pretty name. Colour me jealous.” She laughed lightly. “By the time I came around, I think my mother ran out of ideas for girl names. Four daughters would do that to a woman I suppose.” In order from eldest to youngest, there was Genevieve (25), Namie (21), Ottilie (Sissel enjoyed calling the 16 year old ‘Lottie’.) and Sissel who had just reached her teens. It was Sissel’s humble opinion that she and Lottie were her father’s attempts at having a son, but she never said anything about it. Instead she would quietly ramble her way through the current interaction at hand.

 

[Proper Brit]

Elregard and Orda listened to their conversations, as the words trailed to aim to each other than the elf's. They seemed to be getting to know each other, something that made the King perk up. His eyes widened over his creased and dried forehead, staring down at the four eagerly and then moving them to see Elregard. He was interested in how the 'heroes' were already getting a little friendly, but not too much. A good start, he thought. The particularly friendly one, the child elf named Sissel, was also perky and energetic, a little quirky though. Extremely fitting to the agile ninja of a man who was one of the previous. Elregard was there when the four were previously in front of Orda II, awaiting their fate honorably. They seemed much more fitting than those who stood before his wise eyes now.

The four heroes were not to be trifled with. In those ages, they were the most powerful of their respective races and areas of expertise. A high elf mage, who's wit and wisdom guided the journey. A human warrior, proudly acting as a savior to the others. A dwarf archer, who's aim was unrivaled against all, and a lizard assassin, easily capable of dispatching of an extremely powerful foe with one swift blow. And yet here the new four stood, a dragonborn who has yet to reveal any potential, an arrogant and petty elf thief, an odd undead woman with a creepy side and an innocent but energetic child elf. Something was a little off. Nevertheless, the elf adviser had a plan for these four.

"Ah, I see." Elregard said after the group had finished their conversations. "Before we get down to business, I have a question or two to be answered from all of you. The first question I wish to bring up is of your pasts. Perhaps a background on yourself, or if you haven't experienced much in life, what you are like and an aspirations." Upon mentioning short lives, his attention turned to Sissel, who was clueless on what adventures awaited her. Elregard made up small nicknames for the four in his head, ones he would refer to them as. Dragonborn, Thief, Undead and Little Girl. Not very flattering.

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Kyros Manearys

He crossed his arms once more and responded to the undead's claim of being armed "more than well" with a humph. It was an absolutely idiotic notion being having a mere butchering knife as a weapon. They were made to cut flesh on a board, not to cut down moving opponents. Not only that, its small size meant that she would constantly have to be constantly endangered to even have a chance to hurt her enemies. So far, he was almost convinced that she would be a liability. The little girl was upbeat, energetic and at the very least seemed to listen to reason. With her being a child, she would not stand against logical decisions and plans, meaning that she would follow orders without question. But she was still no fully grown warrior. He turned to Nazuth, realising that out of the four of them, he was the only one that could be imagined in such a battle as he himself preferred to act in the shadows instead of the battlefield. Their chances were not looking good.

Elregard then asked them a question that Kyros found quite intrusive. He did not want to answer any of the questions about himself, wanting it to remain as much a mystery to those working for the king as possible. He looked at Elregard and squinted his eyes before continuing. "My past won't be helping us at all in this journey, and is therefore none of your concern."