Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161113003142/@comment-26444332-20161113152932

Let's begin.

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You have all been gathered in the woodland park that makes up the center of Shiromizu, in a quiet glade turned noisy by the many people roaming about. Most will not join up, that is sure: Many are gawkers, or simply wish to hear about the expedition.

A man coughs loudly, quieting the buzzing crowd, as he stands on a large, low-hanging bough of a massive tree overhead.

'Welcome, all,' he begins. 'My name is Avrel, and I am the organizer of this expedition. I represent the Amarian spellcasting academies, as some of you may know, and have called you together to bring this quest about.'

At this he coughs, clearing his throat, then continues.

'As all of you know, we mages have been afflicted with the curse of the Stigma for many thousands of years. It has laid waste to half the world in its time, sinking several parts of the continent and shaping the world into what it is today. There was a time when one could walk from Dúlinn to Meletia and Ollin to Dannerfall, but the Stigma changed all that. We have deserts where once was fertile farmland, and in place of land we have vast seas and tracts of mass-graves.'

He pauses, looking around to make sure that he has everyone's attention, then continues.

'We have brought to new light in the depths of our academies the possible existence of a cure for this maddening condition. Legend tells of Rhea, the Mother of the Gods, cursing spellcasters with this terrifying power, as an act of vengeance against the creations of her children. As any spellcaster among us knows, any curse can be undone, and any spell unraveled. Even a god's magic can be traced back, analyzed, and released from existence. I believe the infamous Azarias Snow could attest to that, were he not missing.'

'Now, volunteers will be given more details. Any takers?'

Most are shaking their heads. Too vague, too dangerous, or the prospect of not being paid doesn't sit well with them.