The sun shines on a new day in Espor modest little city with very few who inhabit it. The smell of the river near by fills the morning with the sense of peace. Helen was up and moving this morning before dawn, setting by the river facing away, meditating over what she had seem in a vision just two weeks ago. A darkness sweeping over this land destroying everything in its wake. all is not lost heroes of shining light stand strong before this evil. the heroes were to win all would be set right and the balance would be restored, but if they were to loose life as it would be plunged into fire, death, and destruction.

" Now to find these heroes..... tis easier said then done" sunlight sparkled in her eyes as she opened them. the timber wall surround most of the city and the houses and a few shops was the only thing she could see in front of her. " heroes of my vision hear my plea, Darkness has awoken and the seven warriors did not return...." She takes a deep breath " I need your help no one else believes me but I know you all will. Please hear me and find me, this I pray.." the next round of mercenaries are taking the morning rounds.

Theodus walked down the stairs of the Espor Inn, with each step a low pitched creek sounded. Dressed in a rather plain dark linen shirt, voluptuous crimson red leggings, and black buckled boots, he made his way across the diameter from the stairs to the bar in a proud swagger and promptly sat down on the comfortable cushion. Surprisingly awake for such a time in the morning, Theodus began to talk in his semi-low voice

“I’ll have some ale, and some bread.” Theodus said as he brought his foot up on the generic bar stool to tighten a buckle. Looking around the barren inn he could see it was of poor maintenance, and reckoned that most inhabitance were asleep, as there were little people awake and those who were awake were scattered and drowsy among the battered and broken tables. The server roughly tapped Theodus’ shoulder, bringing his attentions back to the table where he was greeted by generous slice of bread and a bottle of ale.

“Eh that’ll be eight silver pieces.” The server said in an oddly raspy low tone. Theodus provided the eight silver pieces as asked and upon that the server walked behind the table. While eating, Theodus noticed the weird man peering at him. Oddly built, the man appeared old, supporting a nastily tangled beard and equally stylish hair which was sparse. Theodus and the old man’s eyes met as Theodus took a bite out of his bread (which was a doughy mess) and awkwardly looked away.
Finishing up his meal and he got up, chair screeching against the wooden floor and walked towards the wooden door, which was barely hanging on to the frame. The sound of his boots clumsily step across the floor boards, filled the silent room.

Vaguely buzzed he stepped out into the cool air, taking a long breath of the fresh air and made his way down the old molded steps of the Espor Inn taking in the scenery, to his left the market the smell of meat and fish was carried by the wind to his nose, in front of Theodus about eight to nine feet there would seem to be a dark elf in heavy clothing only his eyes visible selling goods. Theodus could make out some of his words which would be something to the effect of “Hello stranger.” Now looking left which would appear to only be a collection of buildings.

Strangely, a voice sounded though he couldn’t make out the words Theodus followed it impulsively. Upon following it, it got louder and more define. Eventually he could make out a woman asking him to come to her. Almost against his will he moved towards the source of the sound, and eventually tracked it to its origin, behind a scattered bundle of houses, and a couple shops.

Jex would spirit across a roof top making sure to keep the man on the ground in his sight, as the roof he was running along comes to an end he would leap off the roof to a near by wall and flip off of it landing on ground in front of the man running. he would slide to a stop, Jex would begin to walk forward "did you really think you would get away?" Jex would laugh under his breath. the man would begin to walk backwards after a few steps he would lose his balance and fall to the ground, he would begin to cry "please dont kill me!".

Jex reach down and pull to daggers from his belt "well you see i can't do that i'm being paid to kill you. its no ones fault....... well maybe its your fault for doing something to make someone want you dead, but these thing happen." the man still backing up would continue to beg " if you kill me my family will starve", Jex would playful spin his daggers "you see, that is not my problem." the man who was now startling to get desperate he yells " i will give you anything!" Jex would stop "hmm.... anything how much money do you have to your name ?"

the man would look down "5 gold pieces" Jex would smile "wow! you sure are lucky the guys who want you dead are paying me 4". the man would look at Jex "but that's all the money we have! what will my family do for food?" Jex would say without showing any emotions, "well look at it this way if i kill you your family will be grieving your death and starve, or you can pay me not to kill and you all starve as a family." Jex would laugh "that will be far nicer!" so you can be 5 gold pieces lighter and you get to live...... win win!" the man having no choice agrees as they back to the mans home. Jex would think to himself " god the man is an idiot! who in there right mind would pay 4 gold to kill him, i had to talk my way up to 1 and a half gold piece for this job and now im coming out 4 gold pieces better. its a shame tho this guy hasn't thought about the fact that the guy who was willing to pay me to kill him will just pay someone else to do it........ oh well!"

Jex would look up and see that the man was no where in sight, Jex would frantically look around "DAMN IT! he is no where to be seen, i try and be a nice guy and this is what i get for it!" as he look for the man his eyes would fall on to the young woman. he would stop in his tracks, as he felt as if she was talking to him "do i know her "Jex would say under his breath he would slow start to walk towards her feeling like he was being pull to her by some unseen force.

"Doom upon this formula and the ones who wrote it!"Malton threw a paper scroll he was holding down on the ground and cursed at the ceiling in rage, he was frustrated with a particular potion he was working on, which is normal for him. He had rented a room at one of the inns that lie in the small town of Espor, and decided that he would take a small brake from his component-gathering to work on a strangely-prepared brew. A small alchemy lab was set up in front of him on a table, glass instruments sat bubbling and boiling, filled with a variety of liquids. Malton himself was wearing a thin tunic and a pair of trousers, which are now covered in soot from the latest failure of his career.

"Ok... Lets see... From the top I guess."He picked up the scroll and began reading from it, and with each segment he read, he held up a finger. "Crush equal parts bitter-root and dragon lily to a fine paste, did that... Bring to a boil in a pool of trout-oil, did that... Cook until it begins smoking, it did that too... Please hear and find me, this I pra- Wait, what?" He looked over the segment he just read, and then wondered where in the nine-hells did that come from. He thought back a moment, trying to recall what he thought was his own thoughts, but quickly realizes they were not in his voice, but of a woman's. "Hmm... Well this is interesting... Maybe the fumes from thi- No, I feel completely fine. Huh..." He continued to ponder over the message and how it could have entered into his head, he knew mages had the power to speak telepathically, but a mage in this village? He then felt another invasive thought enter his head, it wasn't forceful or unearthly like traditional magic, but calming and much more natural to him.

"Huh... I guess someone does need to see me." He muttered to himself as he got up, slid on his boots, and exited the room he was staying in. He kept thinking back to the message and how it got there in the first place, so much that he was next to oblivious about the fact that he had no idea where he was going or why he was going there, subconsciously letting the summons lead him to it's caller.

Helen turned to the river and stared at the reflection and the got lost in it for a moment before something seemed to make her turn around. A force more powerful than magic was moving her entire body, a voice seemed to tell her that they're here. She saw one.. two.... three, no four men that seemed to be staring back at her. Before her stood two humans a knight and what seemed to be a alchemist, to her side in the distance was a dragonborn no doubt some sort of warrior, and a dark figure of a man which she never seem the likes of before.

" By the Divines your here.... it worked you answered my call" She fell to her knees quickly, in her heart she knew the her search was over, for now. " I did not know where to start my search for you and now your hear.... thanks the heavens " she says as she wipes tears off her face, not tears of sadness but of joy.

" please I need your help... all of you, a darkness has awakened and seeks the end the balance" Looking at each one of them straight in the eyes with such kindness and innocence's, at of someone who had never seem a battle or token another's life before. " you have to believe me, please your the only thing that stands in the way of evil."

Theodus was taken aback, and steadied his footing as if he was hit by a shock wave. He has encountered ranting lunatics before that prophesized the end times in his travels but has never believed them and would certainly not believe this either. But something inside of Theodus told him that this was true, something deep down, and as much as he wouldn’t believe it he felt as if it was true.

Returning glances with the petite woman he said in a serious, voice that came straight from the heart.
“I believe you, but what shall we do maiden?” Theodus said as he exhaled his worried breath; still staring at the lady.
“Shall I armor up?” He said stroking his thin beard, as he said that he regretted it. He came to Espor to rest he thought, after three years of battle. He stared still; having flash backs of war, which soon enveloped him.

Theodus woke up the frost nipping at his toes, which might have fallen off already he didn’t care. He jumped up hearing screams. Un-prepared, his armor would take too long to put on, so he grabbed his sword and shield and ran out of the tent taking in the full scene as his freezing feet pattered on the damp grass. Everywhere orcs killing people left and right. He hurried out to help his comrades, and found a man in necessitate. Pinned by two of the unholy monsters, unsure how he was going to kill both of the heathens his instincts set in.

Running full velocity at them he got in-between the muscle heads beating his companion to a pulp. Bashing the left ones head in with the shield and winding up to swing at the second but was not quick enough. The orc grabbed Theodus by the chest and with one arm threw him at the ground. In sweltering pain from the monstrous blow his chest felt crushed. Bellowing at the top of his lungs, sword and shield nowhere to be found he slugged the orc in the face which was to no reward.

“Ahahaha! Stupid human think that he can hurt me.” His accomplice had recuperated from the shield blow and was now holding Theodus from behind. Kicking and screaming using every last amount of force he had writhed and squirmed breaking free of the grip but not in time as the opposing orc whaled his fist into his stomach. Falling to the ground the orc kicked him, his metal boot causing excessive harm. Theodus got up and look at them, then around. Soldiers left and right dead, orcs outnumbered them grievously. He saw another orc join the three beating him.

Theodus felt as if he was done. The orc that joined the other two dropped his weapons and slugged Theodus in the face, the first orc picked Theodus up and stared at him, those eyes he still remembered to this day in one word; malicious. Theodus spat in his face and started to gouge out his eyes with every morsel of energy left in his arms. The third orc threw him off. Screaming the orc yelled

“GRAAAAAAH! HE KNOCKED ONE OF ME EYES OUT!” The orc rammed into him, causing remarkable pain. On the ground, blood running down his head, and blood on his thumbs (not his own) looked up and saw the three orcs encircling him with grins on their faces.

Snapping back to reality he zoned out breathing heavily.

Jarvis had been dispatched from the monastery in the mountains to aid with the troubles of the poor within the low populations of the region. Espor just so happened to be the closest place to resupply. He had lost half of his equipment when he came across a small coven of vampires in an old ruin. He killed three of the five but had to flee when the spawns arrived. He left his backpack there and traveled two days without fire as to elude the undead creatures.

Shortly after the young man entered through the gates of Espor, he heard of a household that was being quarantined in the southern district of the town. So he decided that he would go there to help. Upon arriving it looked just awful as if the pestilence from nine circles had been brought to the home. He went to work by channeling the positive energy through the bodies of the children first and then handing out the potions. It took three hours of channeling and brewing to cure them of their ailments. He looked over at the father, who had just recently passed away the day before Jarvis arrived. The cleric knelt down and began to pray to Pelor for his next spell. After twenty minutes he began a spell that would raise the man at risk of his own health. He left the family twenty gold after the spell was finished.

Jarvis left the house with a cane in one hand and coughing blood into the other. That spell was dangerous for any divine caster to use as it was not a perfected resurrection spell. A voice rang in his head shortly after. Although he did not know who it was or what it was asking, he did know that the spell was a type of clarity, most likely divine. Being that the nearest arcane caster was tens of miles away it only left one other answer. He began to casually walk to the temple district.

((Ugh! I'm late!))

Kisa had gotten to the city called Espor, and admittedly, unnoticed using her Fey Step to enter unnoticed by the guards and others whom would tax her for what little gold she already had. Though as soon as she had gotten away from the gate she had came out of the teleporting-esque move. Even though it was frowned upon with how she used it, she made use of it with how she wished to, especially in combat, allowing for her to basically jump to the next enemy she was going to kill. Breaking from her thought she had noticed it was still night, rather, early morning, the sun hadn't risen yet and she had been up most of the night. Realizing she was getting to the point of exhaustion she had stopped in a break between closed shops, it wasn't an alley, but made it harder for her to be surrounded. Being how she was an Eladrin she hadn't the need for sleep and soon sat into a trance. Keeping an eye out for any sort of danger. Yet remaining at a deep reverie as she really just sort-of blanked. Though at the first sense of the shopkeepers beginning to emerge, she broke from the deep thought she had, Why am I here? And where am I going? she had been thinking on that before rising, a little more rested from the about five hours of Trancing. She almost immediately went for food, walking past the common people in the street, though she noticed those whom was deciding to take a look at her and the big scythe she affectionately named Crescent Moon. Yet before she could even reach where she thought food would be, a strange voice seemed to echo into her head;

"heroes of my vision hear my plea, Darkness has awoken and the seven warriors did not return... I need your help no one else believes me but I know you all will. Please hear me and find me, this I pray."

This had surprised her, she had not recognized the voice, though she seemed to think of the origin. This brought her to a rather weird place to her, it was four men, Two humans, a Dragonborn, and a strange figure standing in front of someone whom Kisa inferred to be a Priestess. She barely heard what was said, yet inferred what was said, something about the heroes are the only ones whom can stand against the overwhelming darkness and all. Kisa nodded looking at the four, feeling as if she had a sort-of unknown connection, though she did feel out of place, the two humans looked like a knight and Alchemist, the dragonborn was a typical berserker as far as she knew, and the fourth, still confused her beyond all known intelligence for her. Yet she proceeded forward, still staying back in a little timidness to the others.

Malton looks around himself when he finally comes-to out of his trance-like state that had led him up to the hill. He first took note of the figure that was standing upon said hill, taking in her clothing, ethnicity, race, and her general body language. Next, he examined the other bodies that were, much like himself, marching towards her. She, the figure on the hill, began to speak out to the small group, addressing them in a pleading manner that nearly puts her in tears, but Malton is not nearly as moved. "Whoa whoa whoa, please, slow down..." He motions downwards with both of his hands, and is slightly cringing at the whole ordeal. "Ma'am, are you sure you have the right people? I mean... From what it sounds like, some evil force is going to destroy everything, and I think you might have contacted the wrong adventurers." He points to the warrior who is now reliving some sort of personally-traumatic event; "The armored-knight fellow is a step in the right direction, but..." He points at the well-off street-thug; "He looks like he would be one of the fellows that would stab us all in the back later on over a pile of coins." Next, he points at the dragon born; "He seems like a good choice for stopping something, an evil force maybe not but a group of brigands would be a good challenge." And lastly he points to himself, "And I am just a fellow who wants to make a potion that can turn a man into solid gold... So if you believe this motley-band of misfits are going to be enough to stop an ancient evil, it better be something smaller than a horse, or we might have some troubles."

Looking around at all of the people that have been chosen he too questioned himself, and nodded his head in agreement with the alchemist

“Wouldn’t you be looking for an army? Or something more than what five people?”

He said as he shifted his weight to his other foot looking around at the others.

The Dragonborn spoke first "Although, I'm just wondering, will there be more xiekivi in the group? From what I understand, the one who stopped such problem were more than the few of us." he seemed a little to happy with what was said, like he knew it was coming or something.

Next was the alchemist spoke up and questioned her "Whoa whoa whoa, please, slow down..." He seems a bit unhappy with the hole ordeal, motioning downwards with his hands.

"Ma'am, are you sure you have the right people? I mean... From what it sounds like, some evil force is going to destroy everything, and I think you might have contacted the wrong adventurers." Now to tell her what was wrong with this group.

He first points to the warrior who is lost in his own mind "The armored-knight fellow is a step in the right direction, but..."

pointing at the well-off street-thug; "He looks like he would be one of the fellows that would stab us all in the back later on over a pile of coins."

Then, pointing at the dragon born; "He seems like a good choice for stopping something, an evil force maybe not but a group of brigands would be a good challenge."


Lastly pointing to himself "And I am just a fellow who wants to make a potion that can turn a man into solid gold... So if you believe this motley-band of misfits are going to be enough to stop an ancient evil, it better be something smaller than a horse, or we might have some troubles." He seemed to doubt himself as well.


Soon after him was the knight, he seemed to be in complete agreement his the alchemist. “Wouldn’t you be looking for an army? Or something more than what five people?”

Helen was a pit over whelmed bit all the questions but she tried to answered " To answer your question Dragonborn Sir... well I cannot say for sure, the future is or ever changing like the ripples of a pond."

" How dare you, how dare you!!" Helen balled her hand in to fists, her hole body began to shake in anger " you bring to light all the is a flaw in each of them alchemist and in yourself as well. You all have traits and abilities the are above the rest of any one in this world, the exception being the seven divine warriors themselves, But I believe that you will surpass them in every way shape and form." she tried to calm her self but her could not " The Gods themselves picked you out and that is way your here... If you where not meant to be here you would never of her my voice. " Helens eyes turned black as the void it self. " only you who hear the call are destined to stop the Evil and if you do not believe my I will go stop its blight my self because I am a part of this just as much as you are."

She turned her back to the Alchemist " I have powers and abilities to, I have my own flaws but I all was find a way to overcome them. so leave if you want." She began to cry, she turned to they would not see the tears. She really did not want them to leave but if them did not have faith in their own powers they would surly die and she did not want that to happen.

Kisa slowly walked up, now in a more motherly type of manner, "There, there. I'm sure we can figure something out. Truth be told, if the gods and goddesses chose us to defend this world. Then who am I, or anyone here to say no...?" she spoke rising and looking at the others, "I may doubt my abilities too. And trust me I do. But if we're selected to do something by them. Then who, as beings that they decided to create have the audacity to say no?" she asked again, it annoyed her to no end of how seemingly arrogant the other party members had seemed. Not knowing what was to entail for her, she accepted her fate. Though outnumbered and seemingly outclassed by the others, she was going to convince them to remain. She turned to the priestess whom was as far as she could tell, crying and smiled slightly, "I, Kisanya Mikeno, accept my fate to attempt to fend off the darkness. I also accept any consequences of my actions." she continued, looking into the Priestess' eyes. Now ignoring the other 'fools' in her mind. She was going to defend her people even if it meant her own demise.

Theodus looked at the two accept their fate and did also. Stepping forward with his swagger snapping to a regimental march he said in a voice unlike that of which was heard before

“So it is, I will fight and kill as many as possible and might die, but I’m dying one day. And I’m dying fighting.”

Looking at the other two and the rest he remained erect and thought to himself we must have been chosen for a reason.

The alchemist sighs, seeing as his attempt at logically breaking down this situation has been overthrown by an overzealous tart and her insane ramblings on "Duty" or "Prophecy". He was just about to go back to fiddling with a recipe that clearly was made by an insane excuse for a alchemist but then the in-tears prophet yelled something about him leaving, he didn't pay much attention to it due to his mind being somewhere else, but he quickly made up an excuse to stay. "Wait... Flaws? Are you saying I have flaws? Pftt... You can wish that, but thanks to my recipes I am flawless! I will stay, if for any reason to prove that I am more than enough to help solve this little end-of-our-world crisis!"