The Mystics Of Magic and Sword

[Exile, Bast Incarnate]

((Fast paced, hack/slash, spell-slinging, game where everyone one is 5th level to start. You will level very quickly. No need to send me sheets, but just give me an idea of your char through your posts. One of every class only please. I want a diverse group. I don't mind special chars as long as ECL+Class Lvl= Level 5))

Torrence sat in her vast, luxurious room contemplating her step-mother's reasons for imprisoning her in the room. She was not mean to her at all, but at times she would send her to her room and tell her to stay there until one of the servants came to get her.

She always obeyed her step-mother, the Queen Madyline Arscot, but a childs curiosity is not suppressed easily. She went out of her room, sneaked down the hall to where she heard the sounds of booming.

The door opened on its own to show abnormal darkness. When it cleared, she saw her step-mother in battle with some strange creature with dragon wings in its back.

"Mother...Madyline?" Her stepmother turned at the sound of her name. "What's going on?"

Torrence looked at the beast to see it saying words that made little sense and the next thing she knew, her body grew tired. She blacked out and fell to the ground.
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Every year, on the same day, people of the Kindom of Feloria would come to the grave of Lady Torrence Arscot where it read:

Here lies the lovely child
Torrence Arscot
Daughter through marriage of
Her Majesty, Lady Madyline

After decades of her rule, the kingdom vanished. Many people say that from that day forward, Lady Madyline became a cold, harsh ruler and scared her kingdom away, but others say that Torrence had such great power was in her that a forest grew around her grave, but noone ever knew what really happened to Torrence's grave.

((Have your characters reasons for being in the forest of Felor in the introduction and don't forget appearance.))

[Archmage Turanis Altaine]

A young man stood in the forest, his black eyes held an inner cold as he looked at the trees. His gold hair stuck straight back from his head, it's silvery highlights seemed only to add to his exotic nature. He wore a long, sleeveless, crimson shirt that reached his knees. His pant were baggy, ending in wraps at mid-calf and his boots shone the wear of long travel.

He looked about muttering to himself, "I'm a Psychic... so why am I here... The dream... Yes, it was the dreams..."

[Exile, Bast Incarnate]

After he blinked, the young man saw a little girl standing a little ways from him. She smiled and ran towards him giggling innocently.

[Archmage Turanis Altaine]

The young man knelt to the ground, an almost beleivable smile on his face as he looked intently at the child. He held out his hand and spoke in a deep, soft voice. "Hello little leaf... Why are you out here alone? Did you get lost?"

[Exile, Bast Incarnate]

The little girl smiles, "I know where I am. It is you who is lost. You need to search around physically and within your own soul." The little girl then runs right through you and disappears.

[Archmage Turanis Altaine]

Wrinkling his brow the young man watched the girl disappear. He stands up and begins looking around, feeling out with both his physical and psionic senses.

[Exile, Bast Incarnate]

You can sense many entities moving around you, but only one seems to have a "mind" to read. They all seem somewhat benevolent.

[Archmage Turanis Altaine]

Standing up, the young man shrugs and speaks softly. "I am Gouth... a Psion. I come here in peace..."

[Exile, Bast Incarnate]

Another girl appeared, this one no moer than eighteen. She nodded her head at the psion. "Greetings Gouth. I am Cassandra, The Grave Gaurdian, please follow me. " He voice seemed to lacking emotion and very old for someone of her age."

[Archmage Turanis Altaine]

Gouth cocked his head and mumbled a quick "alright"

[Exile, Bast Incarnate]

She leads him past a large amount of forest to a grave that has been half opened. Though it is open, it is impossible to see inside. Some kind of magic is obscuring ones vision.

[Arcaneye]

A large elven man with a muscular build comes from out of the woods to see a grave. He turns around as he sees a young woman and man appear.

In elven, [Who are you people?] he asks with one hand on his Greatsword.

[Archmage Turanis Altaine]

Gouth who had been peering into the hole, looked up at the voice and looked intently at the man. Standing up slowly he spoke in Elven, but with a Cormanthan accent. "Gouth..."

[Exile, Bast Incarnate]

The woman says in perfectly spoken elven, "Greetings master elf. It seems that the power of Lady Torrence has beckoned you also." She puts her hand into the darkness and begins to speak silent words. As she stops speaking the darkness seems to to take form.

A woman, most likely in her twenties appears. She is wearing clothing of royalty. Her eyes open quickly and she sits up. "Where am I?" she asks as she looks up to see a familiar face.

Cassandra bows and speaks, "My lady. You have jsut been risen from your eternal sleep."

[Archmage Turanis Altaine]

Gouth walked up to the woman and walked around her, like a child examining a new area for the first time. "Are you flesh... or something else..."