OoC: Okay then! I shall be moving this roleplay forward now, so anyone who didn't post (all two of you) are late!
The first arrival was a black haired, blue eyed man who held a walking stick tightly. He looked very similar to a monk, but he didn't really give off the vibe to a monk. Nervously, he stumbled out of the bushes and into the camp, where Tara nodded her head in greeting. She said not a word, but instead motioned he to a log across from her. She continued the wait for the others.
The next person was an auburn haired man, who stumbled around in the forest. She heard him...feeling the brush (which she found odd) but said nothing once again. Once he arrived into the camp, seemingly drawn by something, she attempted to motion him to sit down, not knowing his dilemma.
Tara heard rustling in the underbrush around her camp and assumed it to either be a small animal or a small person who may have received a letter. Regular travelers, hunters, and caravans knew that the eastern path was better, the forest was far less dense. This is why she chose this location in the first place.
A sudden voice startled Tara of her thoughts. "So, a nephillim, huh? Always good people to be around- fellow necromancers can be a bit psychotic and bloodthirsty from time to time..." She looked over to see a very tall, very suspicious necromancer leaning against a tree, a mere ten feet away. How had she not heard he coming? I must stay more alert, she scolded herself. She then nodded in greeting, motioning for him to come closer and take a seat in the group.
Another rustle could be heard from the bushes, this one much larger. Tara knew that it couldn't have been an animal this time, so she turned and spotted a shy-looking male, who seemed to be very on edge. She gave him a motion, as if to say, "Relax, I mean no harm," and pointed to a seat next to the first arrival.
"Tara the unspoken?" A male voice inquired behind her. She turned around, facing him. He wore a brown traveling cloak, and he looked young but wise. She nodded to him, then motioned him to a seat next to the rest of everyone.
'Now that everyone is here, I can finally explain everything.' A voice sounded in everyone's minds, echoing and clearly a female's. Tara's lips did not move, but the only explanation was that the voice was hers. 'My name is Tara Laegar the Unspoken. Please, do not be alarmed by my way of speaking. I am a mute by choice, for I was given the gift of speech in one's minds by Aione. I am assuming that everyone is here due to a certain letter. Fear not, I can explain more.' Anyone who was close to her could hear her breathing. 'Cudohr, the God of Truth is off the wire, as they might say it. His actions have been harsh and uncertain, and the high priests are reporting that his followers are the same way. They also report that the Gods have been warning the priests that something is wrong. On top of that, there have been reports from Ettesia that Laebis is rising again, with creatures who terror even followers of Rei. Legend has it that they are in fact followers of Napena, the Fallen Goddess of Victory. Before you ask, no one remembers what happened to her. They just know that she went insane, just like how Cudohr is acting now.'
Tara looked at every face around her. 'We must make a decision. We must be the warriors of Cilbraeon and deal with these threats. I have been travelling for a long time now, to both the outskirts of Laebis and the border between Nebuxus and Evemael. I know a way into both of the regions, but we must choose one to travel to. Cudohr are showing the earliest signs of insanity, so he might not be the best choice. At the same time, Napena herself has yet to rise herself. The question is, which one do we go after?'
OoC: Alright everyone! This is the first major decision that you must make. Will you go the path of Napena, or will you go to Cudohr? Please post your answers in an OOC response, along with your character reacting to this information, talking amongst each other, and whatnot.
Let's just all pretend I know what I'm doing, okay?