The Gala-Dor Expedition

The Gala-Dor Expedition

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"So, you walk into a tavern." [CURRENTLY ACCEPTING 2/4]

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ImageSeated in the evergreen heartlands of the Holy Zoltian Empire, Arc En Lume shines bright as a centre of commerce and culture. Its sleepless streets bustle with jovial bards, sly merchants, and the pitter-patter of wanderers; hailing from all over Zoltia for a chance at fortune and glory.

You are one such adventurer.

Having answered a dwarven lord’s plea, seeking brave, inquisitive, or crafty souls to aid him in an expedition to the far north, you and your fellow "heroes" prepare to delve into a subterranean citadel full of traps, monsters, and riches from a forgotten age: the lost dwarven capital of Gala-Dor.





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  • This is a literate RP, but don't stress if your spelling or grammar isn't the best. If you can read it, so can we. Just try your best :)
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  • This RP is being co-GMed by CrossKnight35 and CabbageAngel. Cross is in charge of narrative, so questions/inquiries about plot go to him. If you have any questions about the world's lore and setting, give Cabbage a message. We'll probably end up working together to answer anyway but this just will make it easier regardless.
  • This isn't really a rule, but if you have anything in your backstory/character motivation like "help I'm being chased by assassins"/"I will avenge my father", shoot a message Cross's way and he'll see about working it into the story.
  • Don't be a dick, don't godmod, if you have a problem with a player, please don't let it fester in the IC. That being said, as a general rule, please don't take things that happen to your character personally. Let's try to separate our IC and OOC relationships.

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  • Check the characters to make sure that the character archetype you're going for isn't already being fulfilled. As funny as an all Drow Assassin party could be.
  • To add to the above, we currently already have a Drow Assassin, Dwarf Noble and Elven Archer, as well as a possible Human Alchemist in the making.
  • VERY IMPORTANT! Put your character archetype/concept in the OOC for approval before sending it! Make sure to also include why your character wants in on this expedition. It's kind of the entire crux of the story, so you've got to want to be there. Also, tag on one piece of trivia from the lore of the setting you would have gained from reading the short race/magic docs. We won't be approving anyone unless we get all this!
  • Once your character has been accepted, you will receive a very special message from yours truly. Answer our question, and you will have passed initiation!
  • If you want your schtick to be "I'm possessed by a demon"... PM Cabbage. There are things to discuss.

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Character Portrait: Hilgur Black-Mane Character Portrait: Dreador Character Portrait: Ashera Vallenai Character Portrait: Esther Alfsson Character Portrait: Serena L'aporte Character Portrait: Henri Le Chevalier

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A glint of sunset peered from between the sky and the river. Warm, orange light bathed Arc en Lume’s skyline, reflected over the canals which linked the city’s many districts. A gondola moved through the water, the weary faces of merchants settled in its seats. The boat passed under a bridge, where two lovers embraced and confessed their feelings. At the city center loomed the red and gold spires of the Sacred Flame’s grand cathedral. Before it, clergymen scooped the ash from a golden chalice, twice the size of the men attending to it.

On the eastern edge of the city, upon the outskirts which overlooked the primeval oaken forests, where old bricks had stood strong and steadfast for innumerable years, where crimson banners and flowering vines hung over sidewalks of tiled stone. The Commons. Home to labourers, louts, and adventurers desiring transient and affordable refuge. A dwarf lumbered across the pavement, a lithe, cloaked shadow trailing behind him. His broad, gloved hand waved off the scurrying forms of street urchins, then checked his pockets.

“These humans need to keep a better eye on their children, I tell ya,” the dwarf muttered to his companion. His voice hoarse and deep, with an accent too rough and uncouth for Beaucourt. He nodded to himself, satisfied with the amount of coin in his purse, then turned his attention to a nearby notice board. There was more paper than wood, with advertisements, missives, and public service announcements, all stacked upon each other without regard for organisation. The dwarf glanced left and right, to make sure that nobody important was watching, tore several sheets from the board, and crumpled them up to put inside his pockets. He looked to the board, and saw his own notice - loud, clear, and no longer buried under such frivolous requests.



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The dwarf huffed, pleased with himself, then turned and walked away. His concealed companion remained a moment before the missive board. A dark, slender hand reached out from the cloak and tugged the advertisement down. As they followed after the dwarf, the worn piece of parchment blew down the street behind them into obscurity.




Night fell, and the last trace of sunlight faded into the dark. But within the Jovial Jackalope tavern, the fires of the hearth burnt bright, casting light and warmth through brick walls and wooden ceilings. Bards strummed their lutes, patrons downed their drinks, and wenches weaved to avoid wandering hands. The dwarf sat in the corner alongside his hooded companion, his arms clasped over the table, his pauldrons reflecting the light of the candles and the fireplace. His eyes wandered from the door, to his half-empty mug, and back again. This is the day, he thought to himself. I can feel it in my jellies.

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Character Portrait: Hilgur Black-Mane Character Portrait: Dreador Character Portrait: Esther Alfsson

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"Well well, what have we here?" A youthful woman stepped briefly on a wet parchment down under one of Arc en Lume's wondrous, cherry-painted tunnels that loomed across various streets and alleyways. She almost ignored it, figuring it's another usual piece of rubble from an all-too-beautiful society, until she noticed the words barely visible in the tunnel's dim lighting. Gently picking it up and slipping off a bit of water from the corner, the woman walked out to an open square, where the afternoon light of the sun shined over the tall Beaucourt buildings, so she got a better look at the writing.

Her human face, remarkably typical except for her ginger-red hair, looked closely at the weathered advertisement. Dressed publicly in a dark, hood-less robe, she examined the rather boisterously-written advertisement. Her critical face slowly turned into one of amusement and excitement as if reading the lyrics of a song written by a drunk bard. Gala-Dor? That place long-lost due to... Hmm, why, exactly? History wasn't her expertise, nor were long treks and journeys to places only believed to exist. But that's not to say she didn't enjoy a good adventure, or a silly joke, whichever this may ultimately be.

The dark-robed woman pinned the advertisement to a small, nearby billboard before she made off northward on her travel boots. With a name such as the Jovial Jackalope, finding the tavern should've been typical.

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It was not typical.

Esther finally entered the rowdy and comfortably warm tavern with a heavy sigh; her brief frown switched to a smile after walking around Arc en Lume's constant streets and canals. She had thought Stormhold's leaders were exaggerating when they said Beaucourt made labyrinths instead of cities. But by comparison, the Jovial Jackalope felt familiar to Stormhold's own taverns; though this was perhaps because they took from Beaucourt's design and refused to admit it.

Weaving around the active patrons with lithe agility, Esther walked up to Hilgur and his, currently, interested crew. She leaned forward and looked down at the dwarf "Gala-Dor, really?" she asked, half-skeptical and half-amused in her nordic-esque accent. "You certainly have a way with grandeur." She chuckled, then sat down on one of the empty wooden chairs. She pulled her robe back, revealing her leather armor, the shoulder plates engraved with Stormhold's colors and symbols, and the bandoleer of powders over and around her body. "Call me interested, and call me Esther." She lifted her right leg over her left and leaned forward on her seat. "So, Hilgur, how can I tell you are serious about this quest?"

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Character Portrait: Hilgur Black-Mane Character Portrait: Dreador Character Portrait: Esther Alfsson Character Portrait: Serena L'aporte

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“Aye, I hate it too.”

A toothy grin and a sadistic snigger in tow, one of many patrons at the Jovial Jackalope sat comfortably by the fire which illuminated the room in a warm glow; lights and shadows dancing around the tavern as if in rhythm to the music.

“The drinks are terrible, huh?” A young woman spoke, running a finger gently across the feathery figure that had so carelessly dipped its flattened head into the mug of ale and letting out a whimpering ‘Hoot’ at the prospect of something else to drink but muddy water from the canals, only to jut backwards in disgust and slipping off the table it had perched itself on. This was no laughing matter, and soon after recovering from its predicament the owl shook a single ashen-white wing at the woman’s head.

“Alright,” She continued to snigger. “Alright. I’m sorry.”

Maybe it would’ve been better had she left her companion to its own devices after all. Birds never do well indoors, and the crowd of curious drunkards wanting to stroke the cute birdie had grown steadily with each passing hour did little to make the creature less on edge. And if she was honest with herself, they were getting on her nerves at about the same rate.

Brown eyes glanced at the crumbled note on the table. ‘Jovial Jackalope tavern, weekday evenings’. If it weren’t for the promise of work she would’ve stumbled out the place in search for something less irritating. Gods she hated waiting…

And then they entered. It was difficult not to notice the dwarf dressed head-to-toe in heavy armour shuffling into the scene, accompanied by a hooded figure that solidified her suspicions.

Reaching for her satchel and allowing the owl the perch on her left shoulder she decided to weigh her chances. If these weren’t the lot from the notice, then she could always excuse herself and be on her way. No harm done.

As she approached, another individual had taken a seat at the table.

“I knew dwarves were stoic and guarded.” The woman jutted a finger at the dwarf, lips contorting into a weak smile. “Didn’t think they took that literally.”

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Character Portrait: Hilgur Black-Mane Character Portrait: Dreador Character Portrait: Ashera Vallenai Character Portrait: Esther Alfsson Character Portrait: Serena L'aporte

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After having spent much of her time in Zoltia among the more rural communities, Ashera could not help but feel mildly unnerved to be surrounded by so many people from all walks of life. Arc en Lume felt so crowded compared to Valtensae, but she could not leave now, especially after reading that fateful notice. The path to greater knowledge – and more – lay before her. It was up to her to take the first step.

As the appointed hour approached, the elf entered the Jovial Jackalope, met by the rough-hewn yet warm atmosphere she had come to expect from such establishments. Her immaculate appearance drew a few looks from the patrons, but none made any overt comments. Beaucourt’s capital saw many faces come and go. How many of those faces were of elven heritage, however, was up for debate.

Ashera picked her way through the tables, off towards the far corner where the man behind this bold expedition had set up shop. A dwarven fellow. Wide as he was tall (like just about any other dwarf she met) and with a beard as black as night. Oh yes… this was the one, alright. Beside him was… a drow. Ashera stiffened at the sight. She never thought she would see one up close before. This dwarf certainly travelled with some… interesting company. Of course, one could hardly expect the path ahead to be without its own pitfalls.

As expected, there were others who had come to sign up for this cause, ostensibly for their own reasons. Ashera pulled up another chair to join them without a second thought. “Hilgur Black-Mane, I presume?” the elf politely enquired. She gave a glance to the human beside her, who had given voice to a very pertinent question. “And if I may be so bold to follow up, how can one know for certain where Gala-Dor is buried?”

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Character Portrait: Hilgur Black-Mane Character Portrait: Dreador Character Portrait: Ashera Vallenai Character Portrait: Esther Alfsson Character Portrait: Serena L'aporte Character Portrait: Henri Le Chevalier

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“Sacred Flame hear my words. May you bring us the light and purge the darkness from our souls; with this prayer, I ask you to guide my path, show me my next step. Yours is the brightness, the guiding light, and the gift.”

The sun was high in the sky as a man dressed in simple garb knelt in the streets of Arc En Lume, the sundial in front of him casting no shadow. A simple symbol hung from his neck and he prayed. The streets of Arc En Lume are beautiful and dangerous all at once, like any great city however Henri felt safe making his prayer. One hand on his holy symbol, the other rested on a large blade wrapped in cloth.

It was on this day hours later, the day of his prayer that the cloth wrapped around the greatsword slipped in public. The light from a steadily setting sun bounced from the perfectly shined blade and at just the right angle, it illuminated the paper on the notice board. “Adventurers Wanted”. The sign. The way forward. Riches and secrets.

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The evening approached and the pale moonlight shone brightly on the sign reading “The Jovial Jackalope”. Within were many patrons, however, a gathering had begun surrounding a Dwarf and a hooded figure. A human woman, covered in powders and with an accent that betrayed her heritage. Another with a bird and a beautiful voice and an elf, very clean and well put together. He made note of the number of women but no obvious thoughts came to mind.

Henri shouldered his bag and held onto his wrapped blade tightly. He elected not to sit as the table was becoming very crowded rather quickly. A mug of ale in hand that he’d made sure to acquire moments before noticing the group. He nodded to the dwarf as he stood behind the ladies, he indicted to his blade resting on his shoulder careful not to interrupt the conversation but to display his interest.

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Character Portrait: Hilgur Black-Mane Character Portrait: Dreador Character Portrait: Ashera Vallenai Character Portrait: Esther Alfsson Character Portrait: Serena L'aporte Character Portrait: Henri Le Chevalier

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Hilgur looked up, propping his chin atop his clasped hands. Red hair, strong build, and that accent - a human from Stormhold, and an alchemist, to boot. Good, he thought to himself. We needed a healer. The dwarf puffed out his chest with a huff, "I'm a scion of the Black-Manes, lass, a house most noble and ancient!... Grandeur is in my blood."

Esther's question drew the dwarf's black gaze. He took a moment to consider his answer. A moment which another took to join his table. Another human, barely taller than Hilgur himself, with an unkempt head of hair and an owl on her person. Everything about her screamed 'Port Jellico Rascal' - particularly the brand on her shoulder. Was it involuntary, or self-inflicted? Hilgur pondered as he stared. Either answer would have quite the story to tell. "Aye, girl, I'm a dwarf," Hilgur responded, then tapped a fist against his breastplate. "But I'm also a warrior, and I like making sure ya longlegs know that."

Hilgur reached for his mug, held it high, and poured the contents into his wide open mouth. Gold-red mead spilled from his lips and down his coarse, dark beard. He slammed his drink back on the table, what was left of the mead sloshing within the mug.

One more joined their table, slim and pretty, with the refined dialect of an elf. Hilgur raised one brow as he scrutinised her. His father didn't trust the elves, but none of them ever did Hilgur himself any wrong. "You presume right!" he bellowed, the pride obvious in his tone. "And great question, elf," He pointed to her with a nod, then beckoned the others closer.

The dwarf lowered his voice. His eyes squinted with a smile. "I found this map. Dark, worn, an' one of a kind." Hilgur held a massive hand up. "Can't tell you where I did. Trade secret," he flatly noted, before continuing, "Paid a good bit for it, too. But not as much as I should!"

The dwarf's shoulders shook up and down as he restrained his cackles into a chuckle. "Poor sod wasn't much for history. He didn't know what it was worth." The figure beside him bristled. He caught the silhouette of a man approaching from his peripherals, and cleared his throat.

Hilgur nodded back to the man. Despite his unassuming clothes, he walked with purpose. Precision. Rhythm. The way trained men do. The dwarf couldn't make out any heraldry, however.

He looked to the adventurers gathered before him, his fingers sinking into his beard as he stroked it. An alchemist, a scoundrel, an archer, and a man-at-arms. A healthy mix of might and utility.

The dwarf placed his hands on the table. "So! I assume you're all here for the job. The Gala-Dor expedition," the dwarf turned to Esther. "You wanted to know how serious I am?"

Hilgur bowed his head and drew his arms into a fold. "Gala-Dor was the ancestral home of my people. My clan, the Black-Manes, trace their ancestry to its glory days. My father used to tell me stories about the place. Stories that his father, and his father’s father, told him. Tales of brave heroes and clever craftsmen, and the wonders they brought to our shining city.”

The dwarf looked up, gazing into the distance. "We lost so much when the Blackblight War happened. So much culture, so much knowledge!" Hilgur held up a fist. "Why should it stay lost? Why should it stay hidden? That was a question I’ve pondered since before I grew my first chin-hairs."

Hilgur unclenched his fist, and looked to his palm. "A question… which fueled a dream." The dwarf nodded. "Now, I may live longer than you humans, but I ain’t getting any younger." His black eyes glinted with passion. "I’ve spent decades building up my skills, connections, and fortune, and I’m almost ready."

The dwarf leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Now, I don’t want mere hirelings. I want business partners." He raised one brow. "An’ that’s where you come in. This expedition ain’t gonna be cheap. We need food, supplies, equipment, money. We need..." Hilgur narrowed his eyes. "...A sponsor."

Hilgur leaned back. ”And I got two possible candidates.” The dwarf held a finger up. “The first, is the Order of the Sacred Flame. Now, I ain’t much for the faith.” the dwarf chuckled. “Obviously… but they have money, they have power, and they’re always lookin’ for a sword or two to help keep the peace.” He narrowed his eyes. ”Thing is, in my experience… they get a bit nosy with their investment. We find something in Gala-Dor, and they don’t like it?” Hilgur shook his head. “Good luck profiting from it.”

The dwarf held up another finger. ”Next, we have the Bilge Rats. They’re a group based off Port Jellico. Lockbreakers, cutpurses, smugglers, thugs - they do a little bit of every shady thing in the Empire short of assassinations.” The dwarf tossed a knowing - or accusatory - glance towards Serena. “They aren’t as big as the Order, they don’t have as many resources, and some squeamish types may find their methods disagreeable.” Hilgur looked to the rest of the crew. ”But, if we earn their trust, and give them their cut, they’ll finance our expedition, no questions asked.”

Hilgur exhaled. He reached for his drink, and downed the rest of its contents in three short gulps, before slamming the mug on the table. “Well! I’ll give you all the night to think. Get to know each other.” The chair creaked under him as he stood and walked away. The dwarf stopped, turned, and pointed at the crew. ”Oh, and I want you all to do this together. You’re going to work as a team, so you got to decide as a team.”. Hilgur turned away. ”If you’re still interested in making history, be here in the morning.”

As Hilgur departed, his companion remained in place. Golden earrings dangled alongside a dark, pointed chin and black and silver slips of hair protruding from their hood. They lifted their head, revealing feminine features, and regarded each member at the table with a striking blue glare. A thin silver chain raised higher with each step Hilgur took, tightening. Attached at her neck. It tugged at her. The drow raised from her seat with the dignity of someone who was not on a leash, flicked them all one last annoyed look, and began to trail after the dwarf.

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Character Portrait: Hilgur Black-Mane
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A young and reckless archer with a sense for danger...

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The deadly, mysterious assassin... and unwilling choresmaster of the expedition.

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"Calm as the ocean, wild as the seas."

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The deadly, mysterious assassin... and unwilling choresmaster of the expedition.

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Esther Alfsson

Journeyman Alchemist, Healer, Saboteur

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The deadly, mysterious assassin... and unwilling choresmaster of the expedition.

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Ashera Vallenai

A young and reckless archer with a sense for danger...

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Serena L'aporte

"Calm as the ocean, wild as the seas."

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Hilgur Black-Mane

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Re: The Gala-Dor Expedition

I may not be part of the decision but I'd recommend talking it over IC cos I wanna see which option your characters naturally gravitate towards :)

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Might as well cut out the middle man and discuss it IC, I reckon. But that's just me.

Re: The Gala-Dor Expedition

So guys, do we want to discuss this OOC first and try to sort out what way we want to lean or just discuss it IC?

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//IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT//

Alright everyone, we've got a total of four party members (excluding GM characters), and we're pretty comfortable sitting on that number, so we're going to go ahead and start the adventure. The RP will still be accepting, just in case anybody else has a read and thinks this is up their alley.

Posting rules are basically as follows:

After our first post goes up, posting order is just determined by who gets in quick enough and then we'll be on rotation like so, just the usual. Exceptions apply when A) the previous post directly addresses you/asks your character a question/swings a sword at you/etc, B) there's something you really, really want to do and you got the permission of the person who was next in the posting order to slip in, and C) you're off wandering on your lonesome and your post ain't interrupting any interaction.

That's it! After a while of this (hopefully) running smoothly, I might drop you all a discord for communication purposes but let's see how we manage before that.

That being said, the adventure begins... now!

... Or, when we get that post up. Soon-ish. It begins soon-ish.

Re: The Gala-Dor Expedition

Hey there, SirLancelot! Thanks for the interest, and welcome to the board! That is an exciting concept, and I was worried I'd be playing the only male character!

Ee look forward to seeing the finished sheet.

Re: The Gala-Dor Expedition

Hey There!

I've got an idea for a character that I'd like to make!

Archetype: Human Ex-Sacred Flame Paladin

Reason for joining up: Money...A chance to get away from it all...Hell maybe even redemption if he can find it...

Trivia: Orcs being created by the Drow as war-slaves and being an unholy combination of Elf and Beast although it does make me wonder...What kind of creatures or foul magic makes skin that green?

Re: The Gala-Dor Expedition

Hey Byte! Long time no see. Very well, I shall reserve a spot for you! Look forward to seeing your character. Love me some pirates.

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Still accepting? Then I shan't be shy.

Hi! No need to introduce meself because honestly if you've forgotten me I'll think less of you lot.

Anyway, I feel weird putting stuff here but I may as well adhere to the rules.

The Human Pirate

Reason for signing up: “Yarr! Fer gold ‘n wenches, all the good stuff!”
No, seriously, they be needing gold yo. Wenches are optional.

Trivia: Something about Thum-dor being powered by lightning. Not that us other folk would know, but an interesting concept to read about anyway.

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We're still accepting! Don't be shy!

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Hello, fellow roleplayers. Thought I should introduce myself too.

I'm Cabbage, your... loremaster? Is that what we'll call it? Feel free to message me about anything regarding Zoltia's world.

We're willing to go up to six roleplayers/characters on this. We've already got two of those spots potentially filled, so we have space for four more!

If you're interested, then we hope to keep you entertained ^-^

The Gala-Dor Expedition

Welcome, welcome! This RP was co-created by myself and CabbageAngel. We are co-GMs; I handle the story, and Cabbage handles the lore. As we mentioned in the front page, don't hesitate to ask either of us questions regarding the roleplay. We don't bite.

We are the kind of GMs that put our players first. You matter, for this is not just my or CabbageAngel's story. This will be ours.

So let's make it a great one!