So... I completely forgot to post when I said I would, so I completely understand if I'm not a huge part in the story, but please can I still join???

If so, here is my sheet:

USERNAME: Joan B. of Arc

APPROXIMATE AGE: 17. (But I'm 5', so you can make me a little younger if you want, like 14 or 15.)

CB APPEARANCE: (So, I have a "fall/winter" appearance and "summer/spring" appearance, so this is my fall/winter appearance:)

Short wavy brown hair that goes to my shoulders and is very messy which can be pulled into a messy bun or ponytail, brown breeches with brown boots and boot socks, dark blue/grey eyes with gold flecks, but often when I'm thoughtful my eyes turn to a light brown, grey scarf, maroon shirt, brown leather jacket with long sleeves. Smallish scar on my left cheek. Wears a poinsettia crown on my head.

PERSONALITY: Loyal/trustworthy, quick temper, not really patient. Likes to laugh often, but is very self conscious of myself. 

WEAPONRY/OFFENSIVE MAGIC/GADGETS: 2 daggers, 1 in each boot, a sword at my side. Recently added a bow and arrow to my weapons-so I now carry a bow and arrow on my back.

DEFENSE TECH/MAGIC/ARMOR: I wear a ring that can turn into a shield if needed. I have no helmet, but my leather jacket can turn into armor if absolutely needed.

MISC POWERS: Has a great knowledge of herbs and healing, if weapons get to heavy to carry, has the power to shrink them down to the size needed. Carries some of my AEs itching powder smoke bombs in my pockets. 

PERCENTILE CHANCE OF A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE: 45%

PERCENTILE CHANCE OF DOING SOMETHING DUMB BUT ALSO GREAT: 40%

OTHER: I'm very anxious, and have degrading thoughts about myself often, so I have to put on a brave face and get through them through the day. I try to be strong for my friends, but sometimes it's really hard and I just break down crying, but before I do so, I just make an excuse to leave the group for a bit, or I cry myself to sleep. I've learned to shove the thoughts away until finally they become to big to ignore. 

When it comes to thinking fast, and making choices quickly, you can count on me to do so. I will protect my friends to the death if needed. 

Uses the knowledge of battle strategies read from books quite often. Can run really fast. 

Might or might not post my AEs sheet later, if there is still room... 

ANYONE CAN JOIN AT ANY TIME.

The War of the Magi has began.

Any who wish to join from now on will be relegated to the background, unless they have already reserved a spot. 

When the Archivist's apprentice arrived with the holocomm, the CBers thought that this was a,relatively normal occurrence.

It wasn't.

When the holocomm was installed, they learned that the Archivist had a declaration of war. "You are awakening old magics!" The sharp-featured old man said, "stop your overactive imaginings or we will be forced to decimate you all!"

No CBer agreed. They had faced threats like this before. They took it to a vote. Among dozeens of CBers, not one voted to agree to the Archivists demands.

The next week, the war began. And for once, the CBers began to lose. Thousands of characters, both armed and innocent, died in the first assault, falling beneath the claws and blades of thousands of iron comstructs before the CBers repelled them.

Today, the Council of the Chatterbox meets, the near sum total of the Chatterbox come to vote on a decision that may decide the fate of the chatterbox. Those who miss it only do so because of attacks in their own homelands.

"Shall we order a quest?" Asks one Admin, prohibited from interfering with the Wars, but a great influence in decision-making.

The other nods her head. "I believe that would be wise. All in favor, cast your tally."

Within an instant, seventy-six percent of the CBers had  cast their tally. The Admins nod, their faces invisible behind their blank white masks. "Now, who shall go?" The second asks, cloak hood hanging over eyeslits.

Fourteen CBers raise their hands. The admins nod again. Now, the first one speaks. "Then Sybill, Nyx, Dusk, Moonlight, Porcelain Dragon, Leafy, Download, Joan, Tuxedo Kitten, Luna-Starr, Agent Winter, Winterblue, Shadow, and Song, you are the Questors. You must venture into the very heart of the great Grimm Forest to the East to reach the Golden Orb of Portalis, which may be our only chance to win this war, and save our beloved Chatterbox from obliteration. Any questions?"

Uncharacteristically grim, several of the Questors raise their hands.

An admin nods to Download, who asks "Isn't the Grimm Forest the most terrifying place in the CB? It's said that that's where villains go if their story peters out! And this Orb, i've never even heard of it!"

An Admin nods approvingly. "Good questions. You're right about the Grimm Forest, which is why the majority of you have defensive powers. Unfortunately, the only person, who knew much of the Orb left a long time ago. And this mage who brought it to our attention knows of it o ly because of an ancient prophecy he says he has found on his travels."

"How do we know we can trust him?" Asks Porcelain Dragon distrustingly.

"I'm not sure why he doesn't want his identity revealed." Says an Admin. "But it is someone we know and trust. He's been here for a few years, though." He adds with a small smile beneath his mask.

"Hmm." Says the porcelain-shard masked girl significantly.

The day after the next they will set out across the sweeping expanse of the Chatterbox, but for now they must wait tensely for their mission, hoping nothing goes wrong. What do you wish to do while you wait?

I'll gather my weapons and supplies and get ready.

I sit, quietly waiting, while checking my weapons and thinking of strategies to win the battle.

I was at the council, but I felt that there were more important things for me to do than to go on this quest (also maybe a bit unconfident). While waiting for the fourteen Questors to leave, I head to the library to see if there's any information to be found on this Orb or anything related.

USERNAME: Kitten

APPROXIMATE AGE: Middle school

CB APPEARANCE: Cat ears and tail that color-change from yellow to orange. Long brown wavy hair with a streak of blue. Cat-eye glasses. Average height, weight, etc.

PERSONALITY: I love public speaking, and I can be really confident. I'm also very sensitive and get angry and upset easily. I'm a perfectionist, and when anyone does something off-task, unproductive, or just not meeting my standards, I am liable to yell at them. I've been working on this, though, so I'm more likely to grab a piece of paper and scribble down what I'd love to rant out loud.

WEAPONRY/OFFENSIVE MAGIC/GADGETS: I have a bow and arrow, and I usually enchant the arrows. (For more on this, see the Arcane Archer Fighter subclass in D&D. Unless you don't play D&D, in which case you can make something up.)

DEFENSE TECH/MAGIC/ARMOR: I'm very nimble and can jump high due to my Irish dance experience. If I'm going into battle, I wear studded leather armor, but otherwise I don't have any.

MISC POWERS: Good research skills. Pretty good writer. Logical.

PERCENTILE CHANCE OF A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE: 25%.

PERCENTILE CHANCE OF DOING SOMETHING DUMB BUT ALSO GREAT: 75%.

OTHER: I realize I'm too late to get a major role, but I hope you can work me in as a librarian or something in the background! 

Consult with the other Questors about our tactic and plan before we go. There may be questions or doubts in the other’s minds which we could easily alleviate, and make sure we’re on the same page.