Welcome to shuri's new Fantasy RP. We'll wing it as we go!

(Sure.)

(Yes.)

This has been silent for a while now, when are we going to start?

I guess now.

Would it be ok if I joined before you guys started?

(Yes.)

(Thanks.)

I'll post a starter tomorrow I promise!

Name: Tyson Willburg
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Human
Age: 23
Appearance: Light Brown Curly hair, Blue eyes that are freckled with gold, Lightly muscled, tanned skin, Simple Brown Robes and Shoes.
Personality: He's overly trusting and not very confident in himself. He's eager to please but is easily distracted. He hopes to one day be free of all attachments and roam the World at will.
Hobbies: Watching entertainment events, playing Skientron (a card game), skipping rocks, friendly duels.
Talents: Rock Skipping, Skientron, Arcanism: A kind of magic that deals with the Void and Runes. Mainly energy blasts, walls, and wards, as well as a few other things.
Gear: Provisions for two weeks, torches, his wand, an elder scroll, two daggers.
(I hope this is good. I'll try to be here in the morning at the beginning, but I have work and might not be available until the afternoon/evening.)

(I'm a guy, although I guess the tsundere part of my username is misleading.)

(But yeah, he cool.)

(I'm so sorry, my mistake I'll change that right away.)

(Hey I'm not trippin friend.)

(Alright. Starter time.)
Haskel saunters through the large town of Soulwood, passing multiple farms, ranches and stables on the outskirts of the town, and a metalworking shop, a woodworking shop, and a few inns, as well as multiple houses near the center. He spots the inn he's looking for.
"Eyeless Boar inn, been ages since I last showed my mug here." He said, opening the door. A table of bounty hunters are to the right, their profession is obvious. The rest consists of farmers and a few merchants. A bard sits near the main counter, entertaining the group.
Haskel walks in, approaching the counter, and taking out a coin.
"A tankard of ale, or maybe lager, surprise me." He says, pressing the coin down, sliding it forward. He takes a seat in the last booth not crammed with people.

(Let's do this)
The Eyeless Boar. Tyson thought to himself. Interesting, now why would I need to go there He turned back to the elder scroll but the words were already disappearing. Tyson shrugged, the elder scroll had never been wrong before. He moved quickly through the town, it had been a while since head visited the inn, but he remembered the way. When he arrived he heard a sudden eruption of noise. He quickly opened the door and then relaxed as he realized that it was simply the whole inn applauding the bard who had just finished his song. Tyson had no want for a drink and simply found himself a good seat to listen to the bard. And he waited for what the elder scroll had brought him here for.

This is probably my best disguise yet. Thought Elrond. A farmer, ha! He had sensed a great gathering happening and had hurried to The Eyeless Boar and found two people who he had never seen before. One looked young and was listening to the annoying music coming from the infernal bard. The second had blonde hair and was drinking a tankard of ale. The second one seemed a little bit off to him, but he wasn't sure how. Elrond turned back to his meal. The more he ate, the hungrier he became. He knew he had to get another true meal. Then he shrugged to himself, he might as well wait to see what these two strangers were here for.

Hazel slipped into the inn, sitting somewhere in the back. She was almost found out, and had to find a place to stay as they past. Of course, it was the priest. She thought spitefully, pulling the hood of her cloak farther over her face.

(Can I join?)

Tyson glanced quickly over his shoulder. Another person had just entered the inn, and one of the farmers was looking at the man at the counter strangely. Something was going on that he didn't understand. Yet.
(sorry, I can't approve you entering, but I would if I could)

(Hi guys, I have to leave for work right now and then I'm hanging out with some friends. I won't be available till the afternoon/evening which. You guys don't have to wait for me, I'll just have to fit myself in somehow to where the story is at.)

(Anyone who asked to join may join!)

Haskell noticed what seemed to be a farmer examining everything and everyone. He took his tankard and sipped the contents.
He hears a dull droning sound in the distance.

(I’ll make a character)

Tyson sat up in anticipation. More travellers had just entered, and the farmer was assessing them as well. The gruff visitor at the counter had just taken notice of that farmer. What was that sound?

Name: Axel Forst
Gender: male
Sexuality: straight
Age: 18
Appearance: https://pin.it/fa3jz3jaxdqqmm
Personality: develop
Hobbies: develop
Talents: can climb trees, cooks, sings
Gear: A black cloak that has pockets on the inside, black gloves, bow, quiver, small first aid kit and sewing kit, knives and daggers in hidden places, and poisonous plants in an inner pocket

(It's cool, but this is ancient fantasy.)

Edited it))

(Gear is any supplies or notable stuff they have on them.)