The Exalted Realms of Arborea (TERA)

Interesting. There aren't alot of fans like you that enjoy this magical world mixed with Humans, High Elves, the Amani--tall, big dragon-like creatures, the Castanic--smaller humanoid races with demon-like horns, and the bulky all-male race called the Baraka. Then there are those children of gods, the all-male, beast-like Popori, and the aged ladies that look like little girls, better known as the Elin.

Their architecture breathtaking, medieval-like. Their world full of magic and experimental magic-based tech. However, there is one...big...problem.

You see, from the moment you enter this world, you are surrounded by strange beings--beings that look like those from a different world, a different time. They appear out of nowhere, and show no compassion to cutting you down with their laser-like blades. You have appeared right in the middle of the Argon War, and you have no idea where you are in this two-continent world. All of a sudden, you feel something hard and heavy hit you from behind. As you collapse to the dark, barren ground, seeing your world fade to black, you hear the sounds of battle. That is all you hear for that brief moment as you lose consciousness.

Time is lost to you until you wake up, finding yourself in someplace strange. Stone walls, various architecture, magic crystals giving off light, and the sounds of citizens and soldiers in the distance. Soon, you manage to get out of the bed fit for a king, or a guild leader, finding yourself in bed robes that had been put on you while you were ****. As you walk towards the balcony, you find yourself looking at people riding pegasi in the air, or various mounts down below on the ground.

Welcome to Velika, the capital of The Valkyon Federation.

Suddenly, you are interrupted by the girly voice of an Elin Priestess. Turning around, you see the Elin--looking no older than 10 but is actually somewhere around 300. Her hair is long, black with some light blue streaks in there. You see that she has ears that look like a fox, and you can just see her fox-like tail swaying about. "Oh! You're finally awake!" She blurts out in that high-pitched voice.

"How long was I out?" You say.

"Oh, a week. Those brave Federation, Mysterium, and Kaia's soldiers battled those Argons to rescue you. Some survived, others fell and returned to 'The Dream', but you were knocked out as cold as the winds over Westonia Province." The Elin give you a cute smile. "Go and get dressed, sir/madam. Your rescuers have been notified of your waking, and await you at the Federation Headquarters."

So you take the time to get a good bath, then got dressed in the clothes and undergarments of the people of this strange yet beautiful medieval-like world, and start to make your way down to your destination, seeing all of these various people. Some are cheerful, others mourning for those lost in battle. But soon, you arrive at the HQ, and after an excruciating long briefing with the commander of the forces of the Valkyon Federation, Commander Seir, you're escorted by the same Elin Priestess to a training ground, where those that rescued you and survived, await. As they greet you, you take a good look at them in all their battle-clad splendor.

First, there's Meiyra, a female Castanic who has become a highly prolific lanceress. You see her lance and shield propped against the wall, and you can see her making some repairs to an extra pair of boots that you could easily mistake for stripper boots with those 8-inch heels. Her toned, petite frame is evident between the skimpy pieces of plate, leather, and lace; with some demon-like smooth scales patterned on her torso and thighs. The sun makes her white hair look so white, and her horns glisten.

Next, it's Meiyra's brother, Jordio, a male Castanic warrior. His twin swords being cleaned and polished, and you could see his muscles ripple as he works. His open leather jerkin hints at his muscular six-pack abs, and you can see his gray horns jut from his forehead, above his short, dark hair.

Your eyes turn next to a High Elf Woman, as she restrings her bow next to a fountain. This is Auberinne, or Berri, for short. Tall, slim, long-legged, and graceful; you watch her deftly tighten the ends of that bowstring against the ends of her bow, then she tests it out for tension and durability. You feel a light gust of wind blow, which makes her auburn hair flow. Her light brown eyes briefly look at you, and gives a warm smile.

In the corner, you see two Amani talking to one another. On the left, is an axe-wielding male berserker, Tortz. His plate armor glisten in the sun's light, as you can see his hoof-like feet against the stone floor. There isn't much else to note about him, except for those dragon-like eyes, and well-kept gray hair. Across from him, is the greatsword-wielding slayer, Berinka. Her braided dark-blue hair tied into a long ponytail, with a metallic ring on the back of her head to prop it back some. Strings of leather help keep the braids together, hinting at her full leathery attire. You see that her barren feet make for natural heels, so to speak, as her golden eyes look to you for a moment, then back to her brethren.

Moving on to a merchant's kiosk, you see three more talking to one another, and one of them dwarfs the other two. The bulky Baraka sorcerer, Augie, is a brute of a man, with the long flowing gray hair, a face that looks like it was carved from a statue, and the long robes that cover his big frame. As he turns to and fro, you can just make out the spinning disk, which is the source of his destructive magic spells.

Across from him, you can see another Elin, this one a dark, brooding one compared to the escorting priestess. With a pair of scythes strapped to her back, Mizuka, the reaper, isn't one to mess around with. You can just barely see the chains that link to each of the scythe, as her small hands smooth out her Gothic-like gown. Her mixed-color eyes--one green and one red--hint at the dark origins of this Elin, as she brings a hand up to brush aside her blonde hair.

Next to her is another small person, the Popori Mystic, Kenji. With a good laugh, and cheerful tone, you can listen to him speak tales of past battles, describing it as much as he could with his wand in his left hand, making the Baraka & Elin laugh.

Finally, you see the Human Priestess, Raichine. The wind blowing against her robes as she cleans her staff, the gem in the middle of the top end emittling a soft glow. Her flowing black hair rests against the back of her robes, her heeled boots danging from a stone bench. When she spots you, she gives a gentle wave before resuming her work.

"Now I know you're pretty untrained for the moment," the Elin priestess interrupt, "but Commander Seir has given me orders to help you pick one of them to be your trainer. But I will warn you, some of them have been through harrowing moments in their lives, especially from all of their battles with the Argon, and other foes. You may find your whole body being honed and trained--and I'm...not just taking about your arms, legs, and torso." She giggled, leaving off the part about the loins.