Chaos and Peace (intro Rp Enjoy and if you please, give suggestions for Improvement!)

((OOC: Warning: Three things

One: BISHOP YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED UNLESS YOU ARE ACTUALLY INTERESTED IN THE STORY!

Two: I am a new Dreamer, so if I bunny/power game a bit, please tell me. Oh, and in reflection, I am sorry for anything I might do in the future.

Three: Follow the standard rules, and only join if you intend to stay. In other words, DEDICATED RPERS ONLY. Sorry, but...Oh, I did that already. Nevermind.

Oh, and this story will be following a storyline, so you can actually not go along with the story, i.e. you can be creative when writing your posts, but...you know.))

Why are we here? Are we but a dream of an infinetly greater being? Why? This question has plagued me for so long, ever since I entered the Dreamworld by some unknown way. Chaos knew not how he had gotten into the dream, or maybe he, everyone, was just a dream to begin with, and reality was an enigma. Whether or not reality was what it was called, Chaos was here, now, and knew not what he had to do to get back. So, instead, he took the most probable choice, he roamed the land, desperately seeking answers to that age old question.

The setting is a town near the border of the Dream land and the age old sea. It is nestled amidst the swaying palm trees near Khain's Palace. (see map) In the town are a population of five hundred residents, the highest building being the watch tower in the village center. The warm sea breezes wawed through the town as birds, whose nests lay in the sea cliffs, flew over the city in hoards, desperate for a last morsel before darkmness falls.

Too bad all this must end., Chaos thought as the warm breezes ruffled his cloak. Chaos had come to this part of the world for one reason, and one reason only. To kill that which has followed him since the War of Sparticus, such a long, long time ago. The breezes calmed him, but only for a moment.

He had posted a sign in the village center, one which he hoped would help him recruit someone to help him fight that which has followed him for years past. The sign said, "Wanted. Recruits for the Battle to End all Battles; the Battle of Peace and Chaos. Pay High...if you survive. Meet on top of Watch Tower"

Content, Chaos waited, his cloak swirling in the wind on top of the watch tower, desperately searching for someone...anyone to help him.