The Fable Introduction

(Reason for this is because this role-play is almost entirely player driven, I will write when I need to take hold of the reins for the story in my own document.)
There are many tales of Albion. One of the Crawlers, torturing the Aurora people, one of the oppressive Lucian, killing all who intervened with his plans and the story of the hero of Oakvale, slaying the mighty Jack of Blades, and bringing peace to Albion. This is not a story of them; this is the story of blades, just before the time of the hero of Oakvale, for it was written in the forgotten tomes, that there must be a new generation of Heroes.
Maze and the weaver had just taken leadership of the hero’s guild a mere 5 years before. A new generation of heroes would just enroll in the academy. Some of the children from Oakvale, some from Bowerstone South, and some from Knothole Glade. The culis gates opened again, allowing quick transport of the new generation to the guild. Paladin has been sent to collect the children who enrolled.
Meanwhile, deep in the void, a new terror awakes, the souls of the blades scattered through the empty, dark, place. Recently the Archon defeated the Jack of Blades and recovered the Blade of Aeons and put the cursed blade on a pedestal across from the pedestal where Avo’s tear was placed, the two blades equal in power stood in one room. A ward on the door prevented anyone but heroes entering.
In the Northern Wastes, Scythe wanders, looking for information, stumbles to figure out the Archon’s Demon Door.
In the Greatwood Caves, Calvin, the friendly Hobbe sits, humming a song to himself, gripping his oversized staff, with a blue tip, which was odd because most Hobbe sorcerers used staves with purple tips, it was a symbol of the Hobbes power.
(Insert whatever-the-hell Paladin is doing here.)
Que’Thil flies through the air, giggling, the spirit of fire controlling her power so she doesn’t set the world on fire again.
Twinblade sharpens his blades, recently graduated from the guild, he trains for a raid on the bandit camp.
Nostro lies in his grave, his soul watching the lychfield graveyard with disgust, spirits using the skeletons of the dead to frighten visitors.
I’ve run out of people to list, haven’t I… Well, I hope this clears some things out, like when this is taking place, I’ll see you all in Albion!
-Alamyst
P.S This means tweak your character sheets to where they are CHILDREN when you make them, they should be from ages 6-12, they will grow older, also, your character can have a specialty discipline, but it's not required.

Paladin excluded, of course. Paladin is , at this time, doing good in full force! Saving damsels, slaying bandits, slashing fairies, hunting balvarines, you name an act of justice and good, he's doing it.

Unless I have told you otherwise, this rule applies. And I would much rather Paladin have Bright Platemail than the Archon's Battlearmor.

That can be done.
Chat later, have ideas.

Get of Skype and we can CHAT...

Sure.

What are you nugs talking about? MY character refuses to shrink!!!

Your character is going to shrink *pat pat*. Don't worry it's only temporary...

I REFUSE!!!!

Aqua, if you check the top post again, I made the statement *Insert whatever the hell Paladin is doing here* thus stating that he won't be with the new batch, you're the exception though, and I would much prefer that you have a little people with us .

I and all characters (With the obvious exception of professor grumpypants) ARE IMMUNE TO SHRINKING!!!

Can I meet this professor grumpypants? He sounds like I can burn him then shrink him then make him into giant space lobster. (I think I have a problem...)

Pretty sure you've met him. He's crotchety, be forewarned.

Is fire allowed near him?

Yess...... Whyyyy?

NO! No fire!

This coming from YOU, ya pyro?

Fire fire boom boom WHEEEEE!

What the hell is this goddamn bullshit?

Me exploding logic into shreds WHEEE

No fire when I'm too sick too enjoy it!

Then I'll raise the sea instead!

Is Shali on her deathbed? Can I crack open the good stuff? We'll all have a nice wake for you!

*Eyeroll* I'm not intending on dying anytime soon, sorry. I just managed to catch whooping cough, is all.

I plan on dying soon, decapitation, or immolation?