(5-person roleplay, currently closed to new players; always interested in discussing plot hooks, or having new superstars come in for a fun romp)<br/><br/>(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRFLt4GzTAhpRfKNrDY9db-c0oLwQYlF7lOVvb2G17_Kq_NuBTR)<br/><br/>The world of Aranth was a place of magical mystery and wonder; of massive trees that had never been touched by the will of men (though Elves, Dryads, Nymphs and any number of other ancient and forest-loving creature may very well have touched, caressed and, in the case of some Dryads, even mated with those trees – ahem, moving on). Sprawling cities dominated the landscape on each continent with dotting hamlets, thorps, and villages occupying the space between wherever was reasonable.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, the world of Aranth also had a dark past to go with its bright white current state – wars and strange races had left the place in turmoil for decades while tinkerers, magicians, warriors and everyone in between (yes, including Priests), tried to find some way to defeat the darkness. At last, of course, they did. But, in defeating the darkness they ensured a future of adventure and of heroism, of bravery….<br/><br/>And, in the case of the “ Horny Bastards of Mischief” - buffoonery and lechery. Ah, well, not everyone can be bold and brave, traipsing into now-ancient ruins to find a hidden sword or gem or magic book or what have you.<br/><br/>The capital trade city of the free world was Vritoom; a sprawling wheel of a city known for its open mindedness towards anyone who had money (and many who did not); drugs, slavery, information, forbidden spells, exotic herbs – anything and everything could be found somewhere in the vast place. Bordering a desert to the East, an ocean to the West, a Forest to the north, and rocky volcanic mountains to the South – all the races could find something to love in the place.<br/><br/>Which was precisely why Darius and Seka were there in the first place. They were recruiting. There’s only so much lechery and debauchery one can do without any funds, after all.<br/><br/>Seated at a round table with room for four more people, Darius Fallenstar called out eagerly,<strong>“Come one come all. The Horny Bastards of Mischief are recruiting and we want you!” </strong>He pointed at a dwarf who snorted and wandered off. Frowning, taking a quick quaff of watered down ale that tasted no better than horse piss, he added,<strong> “And we have maps! That’s right! Just what ever adventurer wants! We have maps to every ruin of great import within a three-hundred league radius! And…we’re willing to share! Evens!”</strong><br/><br/>In truth, the dashingly handsome Darius – long black silken hair, fetching sunset hued eyes, angular cheeks and silk clothes that hugged his muscular body like a second skin – wasn’t selling the world short. Maps *were* the key to wealth. Unfortunately, that led to people making copies, or selling unverified documents for a quick profit. Which…might be where Darius and Seka (wherever the hell that horny Neko was, probably groping some guard…but whatever) – got them in the first place.<br/><br/>No doubt at least one or two of them were valid though. Probably.<br/><br/>Flashing a bright, million-gold smile of clear-conscienced confidence, Darius leered at an ogre serving woman (hey, what’s wrong with free love?) and resumed his speech.<br/><br/>(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRXhwvZFGem2A5He5bTTEECu1HxpmgNTh5GXuuZas08qU1qyJ0Z)