My name is Dandelion and I shall entertain you, good sirs and ladies tonight, with a long and abundant tale of the supernatural, of the most horrid beasts unleashed from the fortress of hell itself, even death and mutilation, but most importantly friendship and solidarity. Ah, and magic, of course.
The events which I shall be telling you about happened many years ago, when I was a young, careless and not a very known poet. But firstly, I should introduce you to my good friends, which shall be our beloved protagonists. The six friends and brothers in arms call themselves the Archmages. While they aren't quite what folk calls mages, they each have a vast knowledge of different types of magic, and I shall therefore present each of them as briefly as I can.
Archmage Shalidor is the last alive human archmage from Tamriel, more specifically Skyrim, the few others being elves or orcs. He has control over fire, ice, and lightning, what he classifies as destruction magic. Also, he posseses knowledge of conjuration, which can be used to summon atronachs, as he calls them, magical beings who use basic destruction magic to fight by his side, restoration, which is more simply said healing, but also can be used to project powerful shields and barriers, and alteration, which can create light to illuminate even the darkest of places and also render different atributes to the caster. Aside all this, he is a Dragonborn, or Dovahkiin, which means he can speak the language of the dragons, and use certain „shouts" to cause a variety of events, of which one is to grant him a dragon-like aspect and much greater powers. Shalidor is a compassionate and caring fellow, quite a pleasant and interesting companion to have, who puts his friends above all else, including himself, and can seem trusting at first, but he's a careful analitic and unwilling to give second chances. He's a bit taller than an average human, with light brown hair, a scar on his mouth, and dark brown eyes. He sports a long brown fur-cloak, with a hood, a pale-blue mask, and a ring on one finger on both hands.
Now, archwarlock Fannaeras, a blood-elf who hails from the world which he refers to Azeroth, is a different story. Warlock, in their world, is known as a wielder of what we call „dark magic". The blood-elf can summon servants of hell or use necromancy to call beings to aid him in battle. He also collects the souls of his victims, which fuel his powers. If he wishes, he can transform into a great demonic form of himself, and all his magic and skills are greatly enhanced. For healing, he saps the life aut of other creatures, or make use of his many soulstones. Fannaeras is an amusing and pleasant companion, but mostly uncaring, sarcastic, saddistic, and quite bold, but never foolish. Although, when the times are truly dangerous, he shows concern and caring towards his fellow Archmages, which I believe are the only ones he truly counts as friends, but I have sincerely no idea if he puts their lives before his. He is a little taller than Shalidor, with medium-long golden hair, long eyebrows, and bright green eyes, and a long scar on his forehead. He wears a long, blood-red robe, ornated with golden lines and large gold plates on his shoulders, shaped like wings, and large antler-like armor protects the back of his head.
The archdruid Ithilden, who is once again from Azeroth, is a night-elf, who controls the forces of nature, moon and sun with his great half-moon staff. He has powerful healing abilites, which can heal even the most troublesome wounds, and can even raise the trees to life to come to his aid. When the moon is full, and he uses one of his abilites, he can enhance his skills immensely, and can even bring dead folk back to life, if they have not been decapitated or dead for more than 5 minutes. I have never seen him in that form, but I must think it is like nothing else I've ever seen. Ithilden is an amusing and intriguing fellow, but can sometimes be strange to others. He tends to see the best in people, and sometimes gullible. He is the same height as Fannaeras, with long dark blue heir, and bright blue eyes, and no scars are to be seen on his face. He sports leather armor on his legs and shoulders, but his chest is only covered by a thick bear skin, a long fur cloak on his back, large stag antlers on his head and a half-moon shaped necklace.
The fourth Archmage is the Aen Saevherne Lara, an Aen Elle elf, the oldest race to ever inhabit their world. „Aen Saevherne" has the primary meaning of „Sage", who have the most vast knowledge of magic. With her staff, she can call beings from any time or space and unleash havoc among her enemies, controlling the wind and blinding her enemies with great amounts of light. She also often uses her trusted blade, Zirael, or Swallow, very skillfully and incredibly fast. These sages have also the great ability of travelling through any times and spaces, but not at leisure, having to use preexisting portals. But Lara, having her gift of „Elder Blood", can travel at leisure, wherever she pleases in a matter of seconds, which is quite rare. Using it, she can dash between her enemies, healing herself, and cutting her foes down with her sword. Lara is a more quiet and reserved personality to any others except her friends, but would go to any length to help her friends and vanquish her enemies. She has long ashen hair, which she keeps in a knitted pony tail, and large, a scar running accross her left cheek up to her piercing green eyes. She wears light armor on her body, a white blouse, long boots and a silver medallion depicting a snarling wolf.
Archmonk Kharazim, has his origins from a place which he calls „The World", which he has never described, but said to have learned all what he knows from ceirtan people, who he named „Shujin", which in his language means master. He is purely unbeatable at hand-to-hand combat, having the greatest knowledge one could ever have about the very ancient martial arts, defeating anything he has encountered so far using only his fists. He has certain powers, of course, such as dashing, telepathy, and incredible agility, power and speed. Aside all this, he is one that his friends called „higher vampires". At will, he can assume a vampiric form, growing tremendously sharp claws and fangs, destroying anything unlucky enough to be his enemy. Using vampirism, he can also command ravens, and other animals to do his bidding, and can travel fast and through any solid objects in a form that looks very much alike smoke. Kharazim is a noble and funny fellow, but can be very cruel to his foes, and it's also a bit trickier earning his trust. He is a bit shorter than Shalidor, with short black hair, and a goatee. He wears a tunic, which leaves his shoulders and hands free, large trousers, old japanese light armor, and sandals, wearing a black bandanna on his forehead.
The last, but not least is Mayar Mithrandir, which is the second oldest being who has stepped into it's world, Middle-Earth, and may assume any form he wishes, but I've never seen him in another form than his human one, an Istari. He bears a long staff, which can lighten the darkest of places, like Shalidor's light, but even more powerful, and a sword of elven origins, „Glamdring", or in our tongue, „The Beater" or „The Foe-Hammer". The sword has been in his care for years, never had the need to be sharpened or repaired, and glows with pale light in the presence of foes. He also bears a ring on his right hand, middle finger, „Narya". A ruby set in gold band, which he also calls „The Flame of Anor", which has an incredible power to boost the morale of friends and wearer, and to resist tyranny, despair or domination. It also renders the bearer invisible at his will, but the whilte other Archmages can see him, any others do not have that possibilty. Also, I heard from them that it makes the Mayar able to manipulate fire, and create weapons out of it. The origin of it was never revealed by him, and even the other Archmages have no notion how it was made, or enchanted. Mithrandir is a very polite person, and has a way of flattering others through mere speech, and he always manages to worm his desired information out of them. Otherwise, he's a jolly good fellow, and can be quite trusting, even with complete strangers. He has long loose white hair, with an immpresively long beard. He wears a long grey robe, and a grey pointed hat.
Now that you have been properly introduced, let us start the story…