And the "Blender" has finished mixing.

The game D.R.A.N.K. is beginning.

[align=center]The players are the followers.

DemitriFlameGG as Arin Demos

Darkhan as Daemon

Lord Hayato as Elc Ricolne

mikehendo as Syndria

Grumlen as Sydney

KuroKun1293 as Feldar Sword Dancer Silphan

WX2Kenji as Adwyn[/align]


EDITED WITH ALL THE EXACT HOMES OF THE FAMILIES
[align=center]The place of start is Estia.

This is located in Forest Estia, getting passed from the river Ira.
Some miles to the south the forest ends and the sea starts.
On the west the Mountain range Kolts are standing still and tall reaching to the heavens. They are unlimited even when the viewer looks to the north or the south.
On the east there are unlimited ground full of grass.
To the south some miles afar “The cave” stands silent and still. Ages ago a person entered the place and never returned. He was the last to attempt it. “The cave” was left alone ever since. [/align]


[align=center]The period
is the start of spring. The autumn is still showing its left-signs but the first flowers have blossomed.[/align]

[align=center]The time of start
is some minutes before sunrise. The village is slowly getting awaken. Hunting, fishing, sherping and farming cannot be done by themselves.[/align]



[align=center]Start living[/align]

The weather is calm and semi-hot. After the rains of autumn the earth have finally start to show her colourful face. The atmosphere has been lifted by the heavy humidity and the waking is far easier, even for the older ones. The glorious first sun hasn’t yet aroused at the horizon. But the light of it has turned the sky into a dark blue, instead of the blackness of the night.
The Village slowly awakens and the morning lights are easily seen, being turned on, from the windows of the houses…


[EDITED, FAMILIES OF ESTIA INSERTED]

Later on are the families that live on Estia with you. At first the name of the family is said and then each of the family’s members is named.
On each member you can see its position to the family (what she/he is, a mother, father, son etc} Last you can see their job on Estia, for those that have a job .

[align=center]THE FAMILIES[/align]

The Bangaas:
Alwen: father, 38/fisherman
Nealor: mother, 39/fisherman
Dorvar: son, 18


Belzecor:
Lilian: mother, human, 44/hunter
Adan: son, human, 25 /fisherman


Calterna:
Konir: father, elf, 57/farmer
Argia: mother, human, 52/farmer
Arogo: son-twin, half elf, 24
Kiola: daughter-twin, half elf, 24


The Dwarfs:
Gereo: father, 83, gray hair/beard, brown eyes
Grian: son, 61, white hair/beard, blue eyes


Eidamon:
Stokra: brother, tarutaru, 25/shepherd
Umata: sister, human, 22/shepherd


Frana(landowners):
Goria: grandmother of Feido side, Viera, 57/fisherman
Grandfather of Feido deceased from old age: Elf
Feido: father, 36, elf, medium height, short blue hair,
red eyes/hunter
Ilvana: mother(sister of Drowni Irick), human, 34,
short gray boyish hair, gray eyes
Gorca: daughter, Viera, 17, red eyes
Aelon: son, elf, 15, light gray hair, blue eyes


Irick(landowners):
Drowni: husband, human, 58, gray hair, blue eyes,
very short
Ilina: wife, human, very tall and thin, long white hair,
white eyes


Oweni:
Picri: father, half-elf, 52, face with lines, white hair,
black eyes/farmer
Delacour: mother, dark elf, 49, long to waist
black/green hair, green eyes.
Kioldi: son, dark-elf, 27, green-reddish hair, black
eyes/hunter
Aspil: son, human, 22, bald, green eyes/fisherman
Dacota: daughter, dalf-elf, 13, red hair, green eyes,
short for her age, very fast


Pormita:
Azero: great-grandmother, dalf-elf, 94, short, dark-red
hair/eyes.
Stork: great-granddaughter, human, 32, black hair,
brown eyes, short/hunter
Pelac: “friend of Stork”, female, dark-elf, 35/shepherd


Qiarnal(Burmecians):
Miolok: husband, 34, wearing a large red hat/hunter
Kzila: wife, 37 /farmer


Ricouran :
Reival : father, human, 38, brown hair, black eyes,
medium height/shepherd
Colli : (deceased to birth) mother, elf, green eyes,
blond hair, tall, thin
Collir : son, human, 21, brown hair, green eyes,
medium height, thin/hunter


Unimos:
Popia: grandfather, elf, 58/fisherman
Garnia: grandmother, dalf-elf, 60/fisherman
Tedona: father, human, 35/fisherman
Oist: daughter, dark-elf, 14
Calk: son, elf, 10


Wakdir, Adia – The Judge: 46,female/fisherman


[EDITED-inserted 3 members i forgot...to write ]

T
Mr. T: grandfather, tarutaru, 59/tavern keeper
Tisla: granddaughter(twin), tarutaru, 16
Sitla: grandson(twin), tarutaru, 16

Persecu, Digori: human, 45/shepherd

Adwyn opens her eyes and looks towards the village. She notices the lights turning on, and she slips down from the tree on which she slept. Using her quarterstaff as a walking stick, Adwyn slips into the town, bow and quiver strapped to her back.

She smiles and waves at those who are up and out of their houses, and just meanders through the town, waiting for the hunting group to get ready for the day.

Daemon wakes, ready for another day of farming. It's spring, so he'll be very busy today. The first thing on the list is moving the cattle. He dons his riding gear and tends to the herd. Next, He'll be using his scythe to harvest the grain that is ready.

Elc wakes up and prepares for the hunt. He grabs his bow and sword and heads out to begin his day, sighing as he yearns for adventure.

Quietly exiting the home of the rich landowner, Syndey looks back over his shoulder into the room that once held the gem that now lies in his paws.

"This ought to keep me fed for several weeks," he thinks to himself, "I'll never understand why people hoard wealth like this."

Closing the window and climbing down to the ground below, Sydney scampers off into the night hoping he can catch that fence later today. He would dine well tonight, that was for sure.

Adwyn: The surround people wave back with a smile. Your help at the hunts was always appreciated. At that moment you see a man, a human one, on his early twenties running closer to you. He has brown hair and green eyes. He is putting on his coat with his right hand when at the same time he holds his bow on his left hand by the string. He has untied hair and it seems that he has just woke up. You have encountered him many times back from his 18s when he started hunting with the group. His name is Collir and he always seemed attached to you, sometimes too attached.

“Good morning Ms Adwyn, it is a nice day for hunting, don’t you think?”, he says with a smile on his face.


Daemon : At the same time Daemon’s parents have awakened. His mother is pouring to the flasks some water; Ira, as always, will give her blessing to them any time, but a flask full is always nice to have. His father gets food and water to the horses; they will have much work to do today.


Elc: The village hunters are, as each day, slowly getting together to the center of the village, where the 12 ages old tree rests and gives its magnificent shadow to the village. The first sun has started to rise and it’s rays pass through the forest grounds at the east hitting the village like a wave shadow.


Sydney: The moment you get away from the house a scream is heard and the lights of the house start to turn on.
“THEFT” you hear a woman voice scream.

[i]Syndria rises as the sun comes up and strikes her face. She forgot to put the shades down again.. Every night she tells her self that she wont forget it the next morning. She gets out of bed, puts a robe on, and looks out the window towards the bar that is just down the street.[\i]

Arin stands up from his chair, fully dressed and already awake. He never slept very well, so he often took to thinking in his chair. He put on his smithing gloves and checked the list of orders for today. A little more than usual, but he expected it, it was the beginning of spring. He grabbed some metal and headed outside to his anvil and furnace so he could get to work.

"Quite a beautiful day, I must say... oh... right, Collir. Sorry. I think I must have bumped my head on the tree whilst I was coming down... " Adwyn says, holding back a snicker. She really did not want anyone to become attached to her, and certainly a non-elf. As much as she liked humans, Adwin was decidedly against doing anything more than interacting as friends with them.

"However," she continues before he can offer a reply, or perhaps aid for the faked injury, "I do wonder about those dark clouds... Very ominous, wouldn't you say?"

Adwin looks around for a place to sit, keeping Collir at bay.

Sydney smiles to himself and quietly pockets the gem in a hidden pouch. He blends into the early morning by acting like he's just out for a morning stroll.

Syndria: looking to the bar you see the owner of it, Mr T, an old male tarutaru, unlocking the doors and entering it.


Arin: People are passing in front of your shop/anvil waving. A young Bangaa comes closer, his is the son of Alwen, a neighbor of yours and a good fisherman. His name is Dorvar.
“Good morning Mr. Demos. I was just wondering how’s my longsword going on. Will it be surely ready by the next time the sun rises?”, he asks with a small smile to his long face.


Adwyn: Collir turns his head looking to the North-east. “They have surely got far more…dark and larger… during the last 3 transforms of the small moon.”, he narrows his eyes, “I don’t get it…are they dangerous?”, he says while he scratches his head.


Sydney: At a near house, a middle aged female Viera, named Goria, opens the windows for the sun to come in her house. Seeing you, she tells you with a grinning…
“Up early e? Were you doing again something I-would-rather-not-know my dear boy?”

Daemon says his goodmornings as always, then heads to the stables, saddles his favorite horse, and hops on it. He unwinds his whip, hoping he won't have to use it too much on the horse. He latches his scythe on his back, in case he needs to defend the herd.
Did you feed feed her yet, Dad? I need to start wrangling the herd out on the pasture. Oh, and tell me when you start working in the fields so I know when to start cutting the grain.

Adwyn adverts her gaze so she doesn't laugh. As if she would have any more knowledge about the clouds than him... The furthest she'd gone out of the village was on a hunt a few years ago, when they suffered their first losses on the hunting grounds. Three of her good friends were killed that day.

Adwyn sighs, tearing her thoughts from the past. She shrugs and turns towards the town's tavern, now needing a strong drink and needing to desert Collir. She reaches up to make sure that her Quarterstaff is easily accessable in case...

OOC: Kidding 'bout actually considering doing something towards Collir.
But seriously... I realize that I made up a set of history of my character... I don't know how that is accepted or whatnot... Can I just do that and you'll just play around it? Kind of manipulative, if you ask me. Only because we've lived in the town our whole lives and done nothing special.
Also, how do we know what our characters know? Are you going to inform us through a post or PM or what?

Kenji

Elc meets the hunting group near the trees. "Well, shall we go?", he said to the hunting group.

Picking up his smithing hammer, Arin looks up at Dorvar and laughs roughly.
"Have I ever been late before? I'm not one of the best blacksmiths in town for nothing. It will be done long before tomorrow's sunrise, but just show up then and it'll be finished."
Arin sets a a few bars of metal to heat in the furnace with some tongs and examines the specifications for a special broadsword.
(OOC:I added the whole special broadsword thing for a reason. Feel free to change my idea as you see fit.)