An Unexpected Journey (Jump-In)

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    This is a jump-in roleplay. Basically, various characters join together on an adventure after a group of students from the nearby magical school gets ambushed by goblins and the school falls to a vicious orcish tribe. This is a LOTR type fantasy roleplay. Start your minor backstories in the beginning. Basically, write about why you join the group of students on their quest or why you happened to be in the forrest during the time when they’re ambushed by goblins.


    You can be any race that is related to Fantasy. Examples are Elves, Dwarves, Halflings, Tieflings, Humans, Nords, Dark Elves, Zombies, Wherewolves, Orcs, Goblins, Ghosts, and Shapeshifters. You can have as many characters as you like.


    The roleplay:

    Cynwe had a talent for magic. She’d been a student in the great magic academy for the last two years and was proficient with wood magic. Wood magic is magic that deals with manipulating, growing, and healing plants. At the moment, Cynwe was reading a forbidden book. Cynwe took her eyes off the book and looked toward the door. She knew she’d need to be more careful if she was going to continue her research. During a trip home, she’d come across a book about dark sorcery, which was forbidden in the land. She’d curiously started reading it and studying it. It wasn’t hard given that the majority of it was written in Elvish, a language all wizards and witches learn at their first year at the academy. Cynwe sat for a few seconds, still and silent. Finally, convinced that nothing was wrong, she continued her studies.

    A couple hours later, Cynwe closed the book and placed in securely in her satchel and locked the satchel. She couldn’t take the risk of anyone finding the book. She then headed towards one of the school conference rooms. She brought her satchel with her given that it also contained her school materials. She’d been asked to go to the conference room on that day, a week before. It was quite common for students to be called into the conference rooms and there were a variety of reasons. Cynwe had no idea why she was calling there on this particular day. She finally arrived at the room and entered. There were four other students there, all of them seated. Cynwe took a seat beside them. Soon, an instructor entered the room. “It is time for your second training quest,” he stated, “meet me in the courtyard tomorrow with all that you’ll need or want for your journey. Make sure you bring enough rations to last three to four weeks.” Cynwe nodded. Every year, the students were required to leave the school with one of the instructors for a training mission. The students went on different missions at different times, so there was no cheating or advantages. Cynwe headed back to her room once the meeting had adjourned and began preparing for her journey. She packed clothes, her satchel, and a few other items in a large backpack-like bag. Then, she headed to the school kitchen to pick up the necessary rations for her journey.


    The next day, Cynwe was packed and ready to go. Making sure her dark sorcery book was in her bag before she left her room, she headed to the school courtyard where they would depart for their training quest. When she and the other four students arrived, the instructor explained the details of their quest to them. They would travel through the Elven woods of Braceny Covert to the Human city of Trindel where they would hunt down a small group of bandits that’d been terrorizing the city. Little did they know of the dangers ahead.

    Coryn kept her pale blue eyes to the stone floor of the ancient halls as she walked them; her freckled cheeks and the tips of her elongated ears were tinged red as she scurried along, her near-white hair trailing behind her in its messy braid. She was always in a rush, it seemed, though the elf had been a promising divination student for the past three years. She could catch glimpses of the future in the stars or in fire, and had a bit of a knack for controlling flames, but other than that she was a poor excuse for a student. It was almost a cruel twist of fate, to make her lose time so easily in the comforting emptiness of the vast library. She'd been nose-deep in the old legends again, imagining herself with a sword in her hands instead of a staff.


    Foolish dreams, she knew. Being a witch or a wizard had been a family tradition spanning generations, leaving little room for much else. She shudders to think of what would have been done with her had she not shown any abilities at all. For the first sixteen years of her life, she seemed to have no magical abilities whatsoever. It was when she told her village's elders that she realized her 'strange dreams' were not dreams at all, but in fact a manifestation of the future.


    Coryn was a promising student, yes, but not a punctual one. Or even a focused one. She's out of breath by the time she reaches the courtyard, her pack stuffed haphazardly with her clothes, her compass, and a chart of the stars. (She had a knack for navigation, when the stars didn't twist themselves into strange visions.) Her simple deep blue robes were in disarray and she tried, in vain, to smooth them out. She only wished she'd still had her uncle's bow; she could have at least caught them some fresh meat along the way. Alas, such weapons were strictly forbidden - at least, from the hands of the silver-haired elf.

    Phillip never knew why he was born the way he was. The young and troublesome teen having a raging torrent of untold potential within him. He’d always gotten in trouble for this. Friends sent flying with the swing of a stick, or wind suddenly giving him a boost in races, getting him disqualified altogether. His gift had always caused the brown haired youth problems.


    The last straw was around the large campfire. You see, the village Phillip was raised in was a small hunters one, relying on trapping and hunting to be able to make money, selling pelt to passing travellers, and occasionally sending a few youth to join the local guard. That had been Phillips goal. But it was all ruined at one of their celebrations. As they celebrated the biggest catch of the year, Phillip tried to throw his branch on the fire, as tradition required. How was he to know that a gust of wind would cause the fore to erupt?


    Fortunately, nobody but himself was hurt, leaving the bad memory marked on him in the scar of a scar that travelled down his left cheek and ending on his chin. His family hadn’t hesitated to gather funds and send him to the school soon after. A magic user needed training, they claimed. It was more a reason to get rid of him in his own opinion.


    This led him to today, his glowing amber orbs scanning the room. He hoped he was late and that the others had left without him. But his hunter body told him otherwise. Getting up gloomily, Phillip wasted no time in cleaning his teeth and drawing some water from the well in order to clean his face, before finally climbing into his clothes with a sigh, the leather armouring on his elbows and knees a reminder of the village he came from.


    Now Phillip was a poor student, honestly he thought the academy would be done with him had it not been for the trouble he’d cause left untrained. He had a high affinity for wind magic you see, maybe too much so. Definitely nothing you’d expect from a human anyways, and recently he was having some success controlling it, although in an unorthodox way. Growing, Phillip lifted his bag onto his shoulder, a lengthy two handed blade strapped onto the back of it and clattering as it swayed on the bag. Finally, he made his way down, another student running past him as if they were late. Oh well, he for one wasn’t in a hurry to go anywhere with this lot- he’d rather just walk.

    Several things were happening outside the school walls that no one was aware of - things that would change the course of time. Orcs were banding together in war bands and were planning to attack the school a day later. As fortunate would have it, though, five students and one teacher would escape the school unharmed by shear chance and those among them that survived would have a chance to become heroes and heroines. There would be other survivors of the hideous attack, but they would not be involved in the adventure that these students and their future friends.


    Once the instructor finished explaining the mission, Cynwe and the others made their way into Braceny Court, the large Elvish forest that lay on the west edge of the school. It was a gorgeous forest, kept alive and healthy by the school’s wizards and witches. As the students entered the green, luscious forest, a creature stealthily observed them. Firspur had been watching the students and teachers of the academy for years. He was young for his race, but older than the ordinary humans. Firspur was a wose - one of the living trees. Woses and Ents (another race of living trees) vary rarely showed themselves with any race that wasn’t Elves. Additionally, they could blend in with other trees. In forests, it is impossible to find them unless they want to be found. Thus, as the students entered the beauty of the forest, they did not notice Firspur watching them and following them from afar. Cynwe walked along in awe and wonder. She wasn’t one for making friends, but she felt there was at least two in her group that could be potential friends. After all, everyone needed some sort of a social life. However, she couldn’t trust them with her secret. If they knew she was involved in dark magic, they’d most likely kill her - at least that’s what she thought.

    Damn. He wasn’t that late after all. Phillip groaned inwardly as he realised he’d have to tag along after all. It was a slow start, and at first he was pretty miserable, but as they progressed through the forest he seemed to perk up a little. It almost reminded him of home, with all the trees. However, the trees back home were slimmer. These were massive in comparison. “Nature is the best” he said with a small huff, glancing around at the other students. Some were already dragging their feet, which Phillip caught onto straight away. They may have to slow it down soon.


    As he was looking around he managed to catch the eyes of another student. One of the females, what was her name again? Cwayne? Cneyene? He couldn’t remember, but he tore his gaze away from hers and looked the other way quickly, not wanting her to realise he’d been checking her out.