The Dragon and The Sea {closed - open for stalking}

I've never roleplayed much, but I really want to!! This will be a (medieval?) fantasy - cause I'm into that stuff :) Here's the prompt:
A group of warriors of different specialties is recruited to sea to hunt down the creature who'd stolen the ancient spellbook. This spellbook contains many dark and dangerous spells and the creature (a dragon) who had stolen it was believed to use it for evil. These warriors are tasked to hunt and kill this creature, so they set off to sea to fulfill their task.

I've haven't built a world for this, so I think that it'll be very open to whatever you want to add!
Character Template: (or post a link)
Name:
Origin: (Create/Use a country)
Warrior Type: (keep them simple) (Swordsmen/Archer/Healer… etc…)
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Race:
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:

RULES:

• andrews rules
• MILD swearing and mature content is allowed, as long as you put a warning at the start of your post
• same with voilence

please join :3

(May I?)

of course! just submit your characters and i'll start the rp soon :)

(yeah, i think that'd be a good way to go)

(hmm, i've never seen many fantasies with guns, so i think we could add guns. it'd be pretty cool to have a gunslinger)

(Could I also join?)

(agh sorry for being inactive my internet has been out of whack… and yes of course! i’m gonna start the rp soon)

Name: Ophira
Origin: Laiska, a small, populated country known for its abundance of precious metals.
Warrior Type: Swordswoman
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight? She's not sure herself.
Race: Human
Appearance: A pale woman who stands at about 5’11” and has a preference for wearing men’s clothing (her broad shoulders prevent her from looking good in most women’s clothing). Aside from her doe-eyed face and wild mane of naturally red hair, the rest of her appearance is quite plain. Her arms and legs are littered with scars from fights. It’s very rare to see her without a sword at her hip or with less than three earrings in.
Personality: Ophira is quickly moved to violence when confronted with something/someone she doesn’t like. She generally has a very loud and noticeable presence when conversing, but isn’t very fun to be around in an every-day setting. People close to her have noted that while she's accepting of physical contact, she will flinch and try to break away from it.
Other: Ophira prefers edgeless swords, which can be used to pierce armor, but carries with her a one-handed sword for convenience in an emergency. She is blessed with amazing speed, but her reflexes leave some to be desired.

Name: Alannah Mae Belfir - but she goes by Mae
Origin: Sacrus, a large country known for its riches and mining
Warrior Type: Healer - but she can also use a sword pretty well
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Human
Appearance: She has brown-almost-black hair cut to her shoulders unevenly. With her wild brown eyes and matching skin tone, the gold she adorns herself with stands out, but she would still blend into the common Sacrus crowd. She's small for a woman from Sacrus - she stands about 5'8" tall. She's not too skinny with her wide hips and thighs, but this is common around Sacrus. (The people have money and tend to eat a lot…)
Personality: She's known for being expressive and quirky, but also annoying. She's made many friends but doesn't have any that close to her. She's optimistic, bright and loud. She's carefree and clumsy- until it comes to her healing abilities or training. All of a sudden she's on task, doing whatever she needs to do to succeed.
Other: Despite her riches and positivity, she didn't have a great start in life. Her parents were angry and sometimes abusive - this fuels her motivation to heal and fight. (I haven't developed her enough yet, so I don't have much.)

(sorry guys, i went on a quick trip but i'm going to start the rp, just jump in whenever!)

The short letter came to her early in the morning. Scrawled messily with blotched ink was a message from the war admiral, Heiko Reiker.
Alannah Mae Belfir, you have been selected to go on Mission Vene'ra. You shall meet Commander Alveraz at Port Dartmis where you will be escorted to your next location. Your next directions will be given to you then.
Mae's little brother jumped from his seat as Mae gasped loudly.
"What is that, Mae? Mae, let me see!"
Mae held the letter over her head, grinning.
"Slow down, Iar," she laughed. "I'm going on a mission." Iar tugged on her shirt.
"A real mission?"
"Yes, a real mission." Mae lowered the letter so that he could read it. After he finished, he grinned from ear to ear. But once he saw Mae's face, his smile disappeared. "What, Mae?"
Her face fell, but the corner of her mouth turned up in a sweet way. "I just have to figure out what to do with you."

Mae left her home, heavy with guilt and a large pack weighing her down. She didn't know what this mission would bring, but she didn't worry about that. As long as she could be back at home soon, it didn't matter. The port wasn't far, but she couldn't take a horse with a pack. It would take about a day's walk to reach the port, and the sky was threatening to rain. Oh, well. She told herself. You're a warrior now; a little rain can't hurt you. So she bounded off with extra robes above her head and mud on her feet.

But Mae wouldn't stop worrying about Iar, and every sound of thunder, every lightning strike, she couldn't help but shiver at the thought of him cowering under the covers. He was afraid of storms, and he didn't have anyone to hold him. She started to regret ever leaving, now soaked with water and slick with mud. But the excited boy would be disappointed if she didn't go on this mission. "For Iar," Mae whispered. She was grateful that the terrain was on her side - going south, the hills went down. Despite her advantage, she had made it only a couple of hours from Dartmis when she ran into trouble.

Considering Ophira wasn't much known for being trustworthy, the letter she'd received detailing some very official mission was a shock. The mission wasn't what had interested her-it was the fact that she was to head to a port in someplace she'd not been before. Given, it wasn't a long journey-a few hours at most-but it was an excuse to do something other than help her mother look after her 3 younger siblings.

Packing had been a short ordeal; five nearly identical pairs of clothes, her favorite pair of boots (black in color and great for moving around), three swords of varying types, and some other essential items. The only real issue was when her mother asked where she was going.

"Uhm, out. I'm going out."

"People don't just 'go out', 'Ira."

"Right. I'm headed on an adventure of sorts, I guess? I won't be back for a while."

"How convenient, seeing as I just hired some extra help."

"Ahah, yea."

After their brief conversation, she'd practically been kicked off her family's property and thus began her (uncomfortable) adventure on horseback.

((OOC: I'm so spent after a busy weekend, sorry if this sucked lol))

(go ahead! now I think we have enough people, i might close the roleplay)

(when your computer crashes before you can post >:( )

Mae wasn't far from Dartmis when she ran into a problem. At the bottom of a small mountain Lourduff sat the small town of Magegrove. Every night, Magegrove would be filled with bustling crowds, parties, and music. Mae didn't arrive there to see those usual activities, but something completely different and rather horrifying. Buildings were blackened, smoke rose from a few homes, and the streets were deserted. Small flames struggled to stay alive in the rain. Mae covered her mouth and proceeded into the town to search for civilians. There were none. Mae would assume the worst, but no remnants of bodies presented themselves. Mae trudged through the wet road, avoiding rats and birds feasting on scraps of food. She was supposed to get her own food and new robes here, but there were no shops that hadn't turned to ash. What in Avean's name happened here?

She was no more than a couple of miles away from the port, but she was hungry and tired. Sleep deprivation was no stranger to her, but she had never gone more than a few hours without food. She couldn't process what she saw or what she was doing. She slipped and crashed into things, more clumsily than usual. The journey had been harder than she expected, but she arrived at Dartmis an hour or two later, covered in mud and weak from hunger. Despite her problems, she was excited to be there. After all, this was her first mission, and she had been specially selected.

(The destruction of Mavegrove is because of our antagonist… if you'd like more information for the plot, let me know!) (edit: i'll tell y'all anyways because i just have a basic idea
i'm thinking that maybe the antagonist (a dragon of some sort) had gone there to steal an artifact hidden there - a spellbook — we could probably change the artifact, i dunno why i had a spellbook in mind but i feel like it doesn't really make sense for a dragon to steal)