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Many years ago there was a huge war that involved many, many nations. The world rocked under the powers that fought and even the lands and oceans changed. The history books called it the bloodiest and most influential war ever for it changed the face of the planet.

Almost sixty years after the war the names of some of the most influential men and women were altered and given sainthood. The name of the war was changed to Saints War from the Blood War.

Only a year after the war the last of the Saints died, slowly withered away from the excess power they had gained.

Less than a month after the war the land finally settled and the weather returned to normal.

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"Down!" the tall, wide man yelled as he brandished a medallion and held it high, a good two feet above the heads of the nearest soldiers. The armed men threw themselves to the ground as the medallion started glowing and wisps of magic spread out. After only a second beams of light started spearing out, hitting the distant army. The enemy army started bursting into flames where the beams touched.

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The earth rose underneath her feat, forming a huge torso on which she stood on one shoulder. The mountain behind her shrank as the monstrous humanoid rose up and strode forward, heading towards the city on the horizon.

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Meteors slammed into the earth in front of the small man with one arm raised. Dark red robes flashed around him as the wind started to pick up. The wind continued increasing as clouds started to gather in the sky along with the falling rocks. The man's eyes widened as a lightning bolt seared out of the sky and earthed itself on his raised arm. The meteor storm finished instantly and the clouds gathered strength as a tall thin man in light blue robes floated to the ground next to the blackened corpse.

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And you know what this all started over? One priest sacrificing one person and telling one too many people. From that, the war began.

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What ended the war? A small group of people, later pushed up to the status of saint. Only their perseverance and dedication to their chosen path and their ultimate sacrifices saved the world from complete destruction and set it on the path of a better, more peaceful way.

The council formed of god-blessed clerics and warriors and they worked on a way to conquer their evil opponents while holding to their deities purposes and commands.

This is where you begin.

Name: Armenth Jostranan
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Race: Human
Appearance: Armenth is a very big human. He stands just over seven foot tall and is close to three feet wide and one foot thick. His body is all muscles and there isn't an ounce of fat on his massive frame. He is one of the few priests that doesn't wear robes of any sort, mostly because he doesn't like them. Instead, Armenth wears loose fitting travel clothes and massive boots.
Personality: Armenth is a servant of one of the nature deities and is therefore reluctant to take life, even that of his enemies. He's generally carefree and happy, but will protect what he loves and believes in.
Weapon(s): The druid is armed with a ten-foot pole which is thicker than most people's arms. The wood is from an ancient dead tree that his deity showed him and blessed for him.
Magic: Armenth has been granted powers over the earth, nature and over animals. He can change his body into many different creatures and coax the earth to do his bidding. He can control and talk to all the creatures of the earth, all land-bound animals.
Anything else: Armenth has been granted the powers of his deity on the one proviso that he uses his powers to regrow and expand the forests to where they were a thousand years previous. The druid knows that the power will destroy him within a few years, so has to move fast.

And now for something completely different... well, for me at least. To compensate for her magical abilities I tried to make few, if any, applicable in battle. I see her as more an information person, and tried to limit all abilities that could be used in battle.

Name: Nimue
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Race: human
Appearance: Long black hair streaked with white. Has distinctly purple eyes and runes inscribed on her palms and forehead.
Personality: Has a distinct sense of humor. Often jokes that she can find her way to anything, but her arrows can't find their target. Deeply cares about people, even if she doesn't like to show it. Considered a little nutty, since she often has conversations with people her companions can't see.
Weapon(s): Bow and arrow, since her powers really don't help much in battle.
Magic: Nimue serves an old god who's name roughly translates to Shepherd. Her abilities are varied, but mostly useless in battle. Has the ability to walk on anything, including air, which is something like but not quite flying. Also has the ability of persuasion, although it is strictly persuasion. She cannot convince anyone to do something against their nature. Also has the strange ability to wander through dreams, can find anything, and can speak to spirits (there will be no summoning of armies of undead though).
Anything else: Nimue serves as a guide, able to find the paths for any lost soul, alive or dead. All of her abilities are meant to be focused on that purpose. Also

(If Angelic promises to post daily, can he join? *Has had a bad streak of not RPing lately, but wishes to remedy that.*)

If thou art going to post everyday, then thou is welcome to post a character, seeing as thou wilt be posting more often than thine peers.

Name: Phoenari
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Gaian. {Storm, earth and fire.}
Appearance: Appears to be a typical human; at least from a physical perspective. Bordering six feet in height, with brown hair, Phoenari's eyes pulsate brown, red or blue depending on which elemental spirit is currently controlling him.
Personality: Depending on the colour of his eyes, Phoenari can be wise and solemn, aggressive and grouchy, or spontaneous and curious.
Weapons: Dual sickles.
Magic: Possessed by three elemental spirits, Phoenari can harness the weather in storm form, the land in earth form, and fire in you guessed it fire form.
Anything else: Born to no human parents or deity, Phoenari was created by the elements themselves in preparation for the coming struggle; nature had sat on the side bench for too many wars, and the strife of the coming era demanded that it take a side.

You're all in, even though Zaney's profile doesn't make a lot of sense to me...

Phe, your profile reminds me of the Unicorn Run in Son of Thunder. Laur might have it or it's at my parents, but the river rises up into the form of a unicorn and then starts attacking the evil party as a water elemental. Then it gets on the land and changes to an earth elemental... soo cool.