Meanwhile, across the continent of Zeisibar, a quest queue message appears to several people, calling on them to find the chosen ones and help them face the threat of the true core.
# Alert! Urgent Mission! #
**The threat of the True Core draws near!**
**Adventurers, explorers, and warriors from all lands!**
An urgent call resounds from every corner! The True Core, needs to be destroyedt! Corruption threatens to destroy everything we know.
**You have been selected among those who accepted the quest "DESTROY THE TRUE CORE"**
1st **Find the Chosen!** They hide among us, their identities and locations unknown.
2nd **Guide them to the True Core!** Targets: Kawada and Maeda - THE HEROES
2.1: Requires a quest stone.
2.2: Quest Stone bearer: Talay Empire - Sky City, Ermina Cholmondeley, Female Human Arch-Mage of the White Tower
3rd **Help them destroy/***contain*** the Core!** Only together can the Chosen and their allies purify the corruption and save the world.
**Time is short! Help us find the Chosen and stop the threat of the True Core!**
**Help us save our world!**
**Your journey begins here!**
SYSTEM GENERATED GROUP
Kithri Wildheart, Female Halfling Bard 16
Lawful Good
STR: 6 (-2)
DEX:16 (+3)
CON:13 (+1)
INT:14 (+2)
WIS:13 (+1)
CHA:17 (+3)
Furr Umbyrphrael, Male Dragonborn Fighter 16
Chaotic Good
STR: 16 (+3)
DEX:16 (+3)
CON:16 (+3)
INT:14 (+2)
WIS:13 (+1)
CHA:8 (-1)
Naeris Berevan, Male Half-Elf Monk 15
Chaotic Good
STR: 12 (+1)
DEX:16 (+3)
CON:14 (+2)
INT:14 (+2)
WIS:17 (+3)
CHA:17 (+3)
Vilberg, Male Orc Ranger 15
Lawful Good
STR: 16 (+3)
DEX:16 (+3)
CON:16 (+1)
INT:14 (+2)
WIS:16 (+3)
CHA:9 (-1)
Tree Fang, Female Human a Paladin 16
Lawful Good
STR: 14 (+2)
DEX:16 (+3)
CON:13 (+1)
INT:14 (+2)
WIS:18 (+4)
CHA:17 (+3)
Philomena Stoutbridge, Female human Sorcerer 15
Chaotic Good
STR: 12 (+1)
DEX:16 (+3)
CON:12 (+3)
INT:16 (+2)
WIS:16 (+3)
CHA:16 (+0)
The tavern, located inside the Sky City branch adventurers' guild, named "The Sleeping Bear", was bustling with life. The smell of beer and roast meat hung in the air, mixed with the sound of laughter, songs and lively conversations. At a round table, away from the hubbub, six figures, strangers to each other, met.
In the center of the table, a mug of beer, almost untouched, reflected the light of the magic candles that illuminated the scene.
To the right, a tall and thin but athletic orc, with a cracked felt hat and a worn cloak, watched the tavern with an attentive gaze. His calloused and bony fingers played with a dagger adorned with a shining ruby. It was Vilberg, the Hunter, known for his ability to move in the shadows of the woods and for his quick fingers that pulled arrows with deadly aim.
Beside him, a stern-faced woman with black hair and piercing eyes bent over a scribbled map. Tree Fang, the paladin, wore worn but impeccably maintained plate armor. Her sword, its blade adorned with an ancient rune, rested at her side, ready for battle. Across from Tree Fang, a halfling, smiling broadly, stretched in her chair. Kithri Wildheart was known for his songs and his sharp, sarcastic tongue, capable of making or breaking anyone's fame. Across the table, an ethereally beautiful elf with long, golden hair and piercing blue eyes watched the others thoughtfully. Naeris Berevan was a master archer, capable of hitting a target from miles away with a well-aimed arrow. Across from Naeris Berevan, a rough-looking dragonborn with a scarred face and a piercing gaze, gnawed on a piece of dry bread. Furr was a bounty hunter, known for his ability to track and eliminate the most dangerous creatures and his skills with various weapons.
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And finally, sitting next to Naeris, the frail-looking sorceress, with a long white braid in the middle of her thick brown hair and eyes that shone with a strange light, he was studying a book of spells. Philomena Stoutbridge, the Spirit Enchanter, was a powerful sorceress, capable of controlling the elements and summoning ancestral spirits.
The six adventurers, each with their own story and their own secrets, met for the first time at a tavern table, united by a call from the Gods.
As soon as the tavern wench leaves the steaming dishes on the table, brings more mugs of ale, glasses of wine and leaves, Fang takes a sip of her wine.
“Some of you I know.” She He waves to Kithri and Philomena and others. I've only heard about the fame. Everyone was summoned by these strange blue messages."
Everyone confirms, but in silence.
"Now this new message has appeared telling us to find these "HEROES", using a magic stone that is in the possession of the Archmage of the White Tower. Do any of you know her personally?"
Kithri "I only saw her briefly during one of Duke Gwilhermig Le Coadou's famous parties. She is known for being the most diplomatic of the Tower leaders and acting as the glue that keeps the towers working together without too many frictions. From the rumors I gathered on the way here, it really was an event that affected the entire continent of Zeisibar and affected both commoners and nobility. The empire is in trouble. Many important people have died and the populace blames the Emperor for having offended the Gods in some way. They even say that the royal family was also affected. Rumors that arose after the disappearance of Prince Karaghe the Dragon Slayer. We can try the official way, but I think it will take a while, because the Towers were also hit by the plague and the 2 Tower leaders went on an urgent expedition to Xok'al. But I found out something, the Archmage of the White Tower has tea every 8th day of the week with some of her special students. We can meet her there.”
Philomena Stoutbridge “You intend to suddenly introduce yourself to an Archmage of the Empire? Are you crazy?”
“Does anyone have a better idea?” Kithri asks with a more straight face while playing with dice in her hand.
“Let's do it both ways, I'll send a request for an interview with Archmage through the legal channels and you, Kithri, control your tongue.”
Kithri gives a smile that's faker than an honest goblin.
“Vilberg, go with her, Philomena, look in the library for something about the HEROES or about this True Core” Fang continues "Furr and Naeris prepare an expedition, mules, supplies, those things. We'll meet here for dinner. Now let's eat because I'm hungry."
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The relentless midday suns, one blue and its younger brother white, bathed the Green Heart forest, painting the emerald leaves with vibrant hues. A humid and fragrant air of pine and damp earth hung in the air, carried by the melodious song of exotic birds.
Two bodies, slender and beautiful, lay on the soft bed of dry leaves and moss. The white, almost translucent skin shone under the sunlight that filtered through the treetops, while the other elf's skin was black as ebony. Both their hair, long and silvery like the moon, spread over the grass. They were two True Elves, one of the Moon and one of the Sun, recently arrived in Zeisibar, an unknown continent, through a magical portal.
The first to open his eyes, a man of classical beauty, with delicate features and an intense blue gaze, was Kawada. He sat up, stunned, and put his hand to his face, feeling the cold wind on his skin. Confusion was reflected in his eyes, as he observed the forest around him, a sea of green that stretched as far as the eye could see. Beside him, Maeda, a woman of breathtaking beauty, with eyes as green as the surrounding forest and a smile that lit up the forest, was slowly waking up. She stretched, revealing a slender and graceful body, and took a deep breath, feeling the scent of the forest in her lungs. They were both naked, the clothes they had been wearing before, their school uniform, were gone. The situation was unusual, disconcerting. Maeda, with the elegance she had never had, stood up and looked at Kawada, with an astonished look. “Kawada?” In response, Kawada looked at his sister with the same expression. “Maeda?” Then they both realized they were naked and found themselves covering their private parts. “It seems we’ve arrived at an…interesting place,” she said, her voice melodious and soft as a bird’s song. She let out a small cry. “My voice!!!”
Kawada, still dazed, nodded, his eyes scanning the forest. “Zeisibar,” he murmured, the words echoing in his mind. “The main continent.”
Maeda frowned, his eyes shining with curiosity. “And what will we do, Kawada?”
He stood up, his back to Maeda, looking at the forest with determination. “Clothes, food, and civilization.”
Tutorial
Kill 5 goblins Reward: Status Display Skills
Classe: nietzschean
Maeda stands up and approaches his brother, “Goblins? What goblins?”
At that, five grotesque, big-nosed “children” come running out from behind a thick tree, screaming, four of them with pieces of wood in their hands and one with a rusty knife with a broken tip.
The first of them swings his wooden stick but misses by a hand’s width.
Kawada jumps back in reflex and stretches his hands forward in defense. Something then flies out of his hands toward the goblin, a fire arrow hits the middle of the goblin’s chest and in a flash the goblin falls to the ground. His sister does the same reflex action and another fire arrow comes out of her hands, which also hits the second goblin in the chest, but it keeps coming. They are attacked from all sides, he and his sister dodge the blows with a superhuman agility that they never had, the two of them were always the type to be the last to be chosen in group games. But the goblin last attack hits Kawada, a blow to the leg.
The two continue to dodge and launch fire arrows at the goblins and luckily they hit the one that was already injured and with 2 more accurate shots to the chest he also falls. Kawada is brought back to reality when he takes another blow, this time in the back. He turns on reflex and fires a point-blank arrow at the goblin that hit him, his sister accompanies him, but this goblin is stronger than the ones they have already killed.
The goblin, overcome by hatred, hits Kawada's knee, who feels that something has broken and begins to limp.
The goblins "smell" of a wounded animal and focus their attacks on Kawada.
The brothers continue to focus on the same goblin and with their efforts he also falls.
2 against 2. Kawada thinks. In response he hears his sister.
"DIE."
The blunt knife goblin hits Kawada twice, but the blunt knife only leaves a deep scratch, but no serious damage.
The two focus on the last goblin with the club, who takes 2 arrows to the chest and dies.
The goblin with the knife turns and runs away. But 2 arrows hit him in the back and open a smoking black hole.
Kawada falls to the ground, shaking with pain and fear. He has never fought in his life, nor has he ever killed a fish while fishing. His sister looks at her hands and starts to cry.
Survival of the fittest Class: Nietzschean (new)
Reward: Feats Improved Initiative (new), ride +10 (new), Eat Anything (new)
The blue screen lasts 6 seconds and disappears.
Kawada “Did you see that?”
“Yes,” Maeda replies.
Kawada limps and picks up one of the pieces of wood that fell on the ground and pokes the bodies of the goblins. “I think they’re dead.”
Maeda approaches but soon turns his back and vomits, only bile comes out of his empty stomach.
Kawada covers his nose, the goblins stink of rotten and dead things, he searches the bodies and gathering the goblins' rags he manages to make a loincloth for himself and his sister and a sash to cover his sister's breasts.
Maeda “I'm not going to wear that, it's rotten!”
“It's either that or get naked!”
“HHHHUUUUURRRGGGHHH!!!” She puts on the pieces while her brother turns around.
"And now what are we going to do?"
In that moment a narrow path between the trees lined with immaculate white flowers, which emanated a sweet and intoxicating aroma that began to open like a call. The path, leads to a small stream with crystal clear water, which shone like diamonds under the suns that peeked through the treetops.
Suddenly, a little blue bird, with feathers as bright as sapphires, landed on the tip of a nearby branch. He sang a soft, melodious tune that echoed through the forest. The brothers felt comforted by the music and the beauty of the path, and realized that they were being guided.
Hours later, after a painful walk, they reached a small village.
Kawada, "Let's watch carefully to see if it's not dangerous."
Maeda, "The blue bird guided us here, Grandpa said we were sent here as Heroes and Saviors of this world. I'm tired, dirty, smelly and hungry." He leaves towards the open field that leads to the small village.
"Damn it, Maeda, wait for me." Kawada continues limping.