In the Kingdom of Gardoss, there is a small town called Everwood. The town earned its name because of where it was founded. The area that surrounds the town, as well as much of the town, is flatland, with giant trees. "Giant" being an understatement, the trees in this area are large enough to carve out multi-story, multi-room buildings from inside the trees. The town is peaceful, crime is not a problem, asides from the occasional petty thief. The Kingdom had nearly forgotten about the town altogether, if not for the Plague.

It started quite slowly, you merely had a cold. Headache, fever, runny nose, nothing out of the ordinary. A few days would pass and you became bedridden. Tired beyond belief, almost sore. Next thing everyone knows you're dead. And it's never the same death, heart attack, stroke, suffocation, internal bleeding. No two cases were the same. Healers, alchemists, monks, professionals from around the Kingdom came in an attempt to cure the Plague, but none succeeded.

Many times, these professionals would catch the Plague themselves. Naturally, knowing they were to die, their first wish was to return to their families. Upon departure, they would start feeling better, by the time they had arrived home they were well, no trace of the Plague. Word spreads through the Kingdom, and some from Everwood decide they wish to leave, too, in hopes they may be cured. These people disappear, no word from them to their families, no bodies on the roads, no sightings of them anywhere.

The Mayor of Everwood has announced that whoever discovers the source of the Plague will receive half of his personal fortune. Whoever cures it will receive the other half. Upon this news, your leader tells you to try your luck. "I'm not expecting a miracle, but you're my best. You get sick, you come home. If you get rich, you know the drill."

Yes, you are a part of the great Watchers Society. They are an organization-for-hire, taking any job if the pay is good. You are one of the best operatives in the Society, and you've been asked to help Everwood. Will you be the one who cures the Plague, or just another one who catches the cold?

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Here's a little Medieval RP I cooked up, originally it was gonna be a storyline for my friends D&D quest, but we hadn't been able to get together over the summer so far. So I put it up here. I'm not gonna go into the whole class-thing, but do keep in mind certain races have problems using certain equipment. For example, an Orc can use just about any melee weapons or armor, but they're not good with spells. Likewise an Elf can use lighter armor and smaller weapons, but can be good with magic. I'm gonna be fairly lenient on who can use what, as long as it makes sense.

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Races:

Human (Self explanitory)
Orc (Humanoid, very strong, not as smart, skin color optional)
Elf (Humanoid, very smart, not as strong, excellent archers)
Draconic (Humanoid, even between strength and intelligence, covered in scales, has tail, skin color optional)
Any Half-Human (Half-Orc, etc.)

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App:

Character Name:
Character Age:
Character Race:
Character Stats: (Height, Weight, skin color)
Character Weapons:
Character Spells: (If any)
Character Equipment:
Character Bio: (Why they work for the Watchers, likes and dislikes, stuff like that)