The Trail We Blaze

[Taloc]

“Hello. You know, I know what you are thinking. Why is some random secondary nobody putting up posters across the Tangled Green. WELL LET ME TELL YOU WHAT! I have in my possession a magic map of pure destiny and I want a few fellow secondaries to accompany me on an adventure of a lifetime. I am Michael No Name, and yes, I know, I am dashing, but that has nothing to do with the journey ahead of us! For I will be leading you to… The Omnilium Temple!”

Michael pauses, standing atop his small box in the center of Yggdrasil. In his loosely fit red shirt and tan pants, he most definitely didn’t look like an adventurer, but there was a light in his magnificent green eyes. Reaching into his sleeve, he pulls out a small glittering instrument and begins playing a festive tune.

“Just for a moment, imagine the sights you would see! The experience! Come, come my friends! I have followed this map for many years and have always had such wonderful times. Now could you imagine my surprise when for the first time ever it listed a destination? I’ve sailed across the Vasty Deep, trekked through the Endless Dunes, braved the Pale Moors, and even dove into the Dataverse. This map never once led me to anything short of a grand adventure, and I am offering this chance to join me!”

The once crowded square slowly begins to empty as the jovial man continues his grand boasting until just five remained. As Michael looks across the diverse group of secondaries, his grin gets wider. While it certainly isn’t clear why they came here, or why the bothered listening to this blonde musician, the fact they didn’t leave with the rest of the crowd was good enough for him. As he drew closer, the tone shifted to a lower and more grave melody.

“I will have you know, my fellow lovers of adventure. This is not only the only time my map has listed a destination, it is also the first time it listed what would be found. Wealth beyond measure. Though it will come with its own set of dangers, no doubt. There was never once a journey I would not be able to complete on my own, and yet the map told me not to go without at least six fellow adventurers…”

Looking across the faces of those gathered, Michael plays one final note before stashing the strange, golden stringed, instrument back into his sleeve.

“So. Are you in?”

[Casshan]

"I'm in!" exclaimed a voice from the back of the crowd. Shnearf stepped forward, and waved. "My name is Shnearf. I live a boring life, and I've always dreamed of going on an adventure! I will accompany you no matter how dangerous! I may not have experience, nor even knowledge of this verse, but a guarantee I'll be a great help! Well, I don't guarantee that, but I just really would like to go!" It was a mystery as to how s/he got here, considering their Coruscant origin and no way of knowing this was taking place, also a lack of transportation, but none of it mattered now, as s/he had a chance of living their dream!

[Mickey Mouse]

“Tell everybody I’m on my way, and I’m lovin’ every step I taaaaaake…”

The real smooth, jazzy sounds of Mr. Phil Collins’ voice on the Brother Bear soundtrack blared in Tag’run’s ears through his iPod headphones as he bopped through these crazy forests of the Tangled Green. The blue crystal-fob thing the troll guy hid inside pulsed to the beat of the sweet music. Tag did his best to hum along with the tune -- though it sounded more like gruntin’ -- as he clambered from tree to tree with a wide, nearly-toothless smile on his face.

Banishment was pretty cool. The warm and humid forests of this verse agreed much more with his cheery sensibilities than the chilly harshness of the Frozen Fields, which bit him in the ass one too many times for the dude to handle. Plus -- thus far, he’d only met swell people since leavin’ that decrepit excuse for a verse. Nevertheless, everywhere he looked people were still at war with each other. It seemed, contrary to what the shaman’s hopes were, that people weren’t, in fact, much less violent outside of the meaningless troll-dwarf war. In fact, in some cases, they were moreso violent! Killin’ people everywhere he looked, to be perfectly clear!

Oh, well. At least that meant he could complete his destiny; the spirit of Peace still followed him wherever he went, nagging him in his big brain ears and demanding that he find some way to cool down the conflicts between the many lowkey hip peoples of the Omniverse, and so that is what he would do, and that is how he found himself spillin’ out of the thick tree cover into the small elven settlement surrounding Yggdrasil.

“Heyo everybody!” he shouted to no one in particular, poppin’ the iPod headphones out of his ears and drapin’ ‘em around his long, lanky troll neck. “Where be the leader lady of these here pointy-ear’d freaks, eh?”

A gaggle of elves glared at him with their shifty eyes -- he’d always been warned about the damn shifty eyes -- and moved past him, whisperin’ and chatterin’ away like he couldn’t hear them.

“Dumb troll,” one of them said.

“Blue-skinned freak,” a second spat, though this seemed ironic to Tag’run as her skin was like, basically indigo, man.

“Tag’run right here!” Tag’run boomed. They didn’t pay him no mind, the damn losers.

“Almost as dumb as that other dude stumping over on the other side of the tree,” another chortled.

They laughed, but Tag hardly cared anymore -- the sounds of another preaching to these skinny-ass savages stuck in his ear, and he quickly hurried around to the other side of Big Tree to find out what, exactly, the guys were talking about.

Sure enough, on over there was some dude playin’ a song on his instrument. Tag looked around, disappointed. What type of speech was this? Songs weren’t no speeches. They was songs. He was lookin’ for a speech. No wonder all these peoples was leavin’. Various rando elves shuffled past the troll shaman as he made his way closer to weird human-lookin’ dude. Tag’run hardly noticed that he was one of only a few crazies left hangin’ around until this weird man looked directly at him and asked him a question.

“In?” he said to himself.

“In what?” he said to himself again.

Some other guy launched into a really excited speech, and Tag’run observed his enthusiasm with much interest. Finally, a damn speech. That was what Tag had been promised, after all. The troll dude listened intently to the dude with the weirdo name. Hm. Maybe if this Shnearnabogalog was so thrilled by the idea, it was actually somethin’ kinda cool?

Oh, well. No way to know but to try.

“Tag’run can cook!” the troll exclaimed, diggin’ in his bag and pullin’ out his recipe book.

Eyes stared at him quizzically, but the troll guy felt no shame. It was the best a banished dude like him had to offer, and if they didn’t want his crazy cookin’ skillz, well, they could just go right on ahead with their bad selves.

‘Twould be their loss.

[Dust]

As an avid lover of music, Feiona had been drawn to the twangy musical fluttering of the lute. She was by far the smallest in the group of secondaries that collected around the mystery man, his booming voice hit her kitten ears with such clarity that she had to come see. The little girl struggled to squeeze through the tightly packed people, even getting stuck more than once. Her hips on one side of a pair of legs and her chest the other. This pressure was usually let up after she mewed a few times, but then she would land in the dirt and have to spend a few moments cleaning off her uniform with tears in her eyes.

When she looked up again, she saw less people than before. Her head shook violently from side to side, sending her curls about like spiral waves made in the ocean.

Eventually the girl looked up to see that she had even better of a view of the golden haired man with dusty blond brows and facial hair. Her eyes shine against the glare off his golden map and she mews with excitement before joined the others in the very front row. Her run was delicate, something between a skip and sprint making her whole body jog to the right or left.

Feiona comes to a stop before him, clapping her hands in front of her bell on her chest and looking up with stars in her cosmic blue eyes. “Mr. No Name. Mr. No Name~! Will there really be uncounted treasures and aventure!?” She purred with the excitement of a little girl. The kind you’d hear if they were talking about dolls or boys. “Master would approve, I know he would!” She laughed and spun. “I’m in!” Her volunteering came in the form of her hand up in the air.

A moment later she however lost her balance and fell towards Shnearf, who caught her with some sweat beading on their head. “Easy, girl.” They said, then helped her back on her feet.

The neko smiled nervously, rubbing her cheek and laughing it off. “S-Sorry. I was just a little too excited. Heh!” She excused, but internally decided she ought to be more careful or they will say she can't’ come.

"What is a little girl like you doing in a crowd like this, anyways?" The savior of her fall asked.

This brings a bit of dread into her stomach to spoil the mood. She laughed it off nervously and said the first thing that comes to her mind. "I'm actually 20." She stated. If it was a lie no one could tell.

[Casshan]

"Dang, 20, huh? That's awesome! You've gotta tell me how you manage to look so youthful!" Shnearf laughed, and smiled to the girl. Holding out their hand, Shnearf spoke again. "I'm Shnearf, by the way. You um, probably already. What's your name, miss? If we're going to be adventuring together, we'd best get to know eachother, adventure as friends!" If scary at first due to their height, Shnearf made it clear soon after that s/he was nothing but friendly. S/he was so overjoyed for the opportunity to meet people and go on an adventure, s/he wanted to be on everyone's good side, though beyond that, s/he just found Feiona adorable and precious, and didn't want to leave her alone.

[Jak Mar]

A rather strange long eared man with brown hair and long ears, tattooed with two long stripes on his face, took off his bluish helmet that normally accompanied his blue armor from his world. He usually patrolled the streets of Haven, crazy place that it was with the normal attacks the creatures with yellow gems in their head called Metalheads usually caused casualty by casuality day by day in the city.

But not now, peace filled the fledgeling soldier's mind as he was no longer in Haven, but the Omniverse. A man with the same name was calling out for adventurers so he would follow. Not only did he find strange creatures like cat eared woman, and various others, he expressed his interest, not to be forgotten.

“Let me come, I can help.”