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The Land of Imbrium; a fairly vast expanse of lush forests, plains and deep crevices within the earth that hid numerous caves and unexplored tunnels. However, what once was a beautiful tropical area had turned dark and wilting. A constant rain poured upon the land of Imbrium, halting only on very sparse moments that lasted not even a day. Due to such incredible amounts of water, the plant life was dying, animals were forced to hide in their shelters and people had to do their duties as best as they could in the constant downpour. Speculations had been made, myths thought up, that the rain was because a certain individual had stepped into the land. A raven-haired beauty who looked so delicate and fragile that a single touch might seem to shatter her. A few villagers from the local towns of Imbrium had spotted her only days before the rain had started to come relentlessly upon the land. It was said that looking into her eyes was like looking up at the sky at that very moment, but once you were captivated within her grasp you could never leave. Whether the myths are true or simply exaggerated fears was an unknown. However, men from the land of Imbrium, and far beyond, would travel the rainy continent in search of the one who had brought the water. They called her 'Pluvia', but her real name was as of yet unknown.

Desperate for help and longing for rescue from the constant falling rain, the people of Imbrium sent out a reward, for whomever could find the woman 'Pluvia' and get her to stop the ceaseless rain. The villagers were desperate to once more see the sun.

(This is a new RP, it's my first one made here so bear with me. If you have any questions, please send me a private message! Otherwise just feel free to join! I'd love to get some RP going!)

(Well, what characters do you have that would come to a foreign land for the reward? x3
Hmmm, maybe Bade or Dadj? )

(Sounds good to me! )

Dadj was spending his morning much like a thousand other mornings he’d woken to: cleaning his camp from the night before. He was used to hastily throwing his bedroll together and shoving things back into his pack, but this morning he took his time, for no reason in particular. Maybe the rain was making him sluggish. The constant beat of the water over the land was enough to lull anyone into complacency. However, this deviation in routine landed him in the right place at the right time to observer a local phenomenon.

The Ranger by no means slept near the town. He much prefers the company of nature over that of his fellows, so he’d set camp up against a rock ledge in a sparse forest. As he was going about his business that morning, soaked to the bone and probably shivering, he looked up to find a large group of people making their way on the road. Now, Dadj was used to this meaning one of two things: This mob was angry and looking to destroy something, which he would be interested in. Or there was some sort of celebration going on, which he would not be interested in.

The mob had advanced close enough for him to find something peculiar about them. They all seemed to be of the male persuasion and in fact, embracing the rainfall. His interest was now piqued and he loaded his things over his shoulders, strapped about a newly made leather jacket and he headed for the break in the woods.

Rounding on these men, he chose a low-key way of interjecting himself. He simply joined their ranks from the side and slipped his way into the middle. He nonchalantly caught the attention of the gentleman closest to him and asked ‘where in the hell were these people going’ in… pretty much that exact fashion.

The man seemed broken from his rainy trance and stared at Dadj for long moments, all the while still walking. “Where are we going?” his lackadaisical expression broke then and a much more exuberant one burst forth. “WE are looking for the Rain Woman, Pluvia. She is a Goddess who walks this Earth you know! She brings the life-giving rraaaain!” With that, he through his arms out and spun. The others perked to the name Pluvia and murmured their praises.

Dadj, feeling like he’d just stepped in a world of crazy, immediately separated himself from the pod and tailed them into the next town. He couldn’t wrap his brain around the idea of people actually enjoying this relentless downfall. Sure, rain was life-giving in spurts, but this storm had actually hurt the harvest, drowning whatever was meant to grow.

Safely in town, the Ranger stopped following the men. They seemed to wander on through the streets and assumedly back out to the next road. The whispers and parting of the villagers confirmed Dadj’s suspicion of the men being a full bag of insane and he found the nearest Tavern to save himself from the pelting water.

Now, Dadj was by no means interested in helping the people, nor the harvest, but he was sick of the rain and if a God had something to do with it, he was going to help put and end to it. He briefly reflected on how a no year of his unending life seemed to go by without the meddling of a deity in mortal affairs putting a damper on his plans. He somehow always got roped in and this time he was the one doing the roping.

He sauntered up to the bar, not bothering to dry himself nor rid himself of excess water. The barkeep was, surprisingly, cleaning out an ale mug with a rag when the Ranger leaned on his counter. The burly man looked up to greet him, but Dadj cut him off with his question:

“So what’s the deal with this Pluvia I keep hearing about?”

The burly barkeep didn't seem too surprised that he didn't know. "You're a foreigner in these lands then, eh? Pluvia is the goddess of rain. Whether she's a goddess or a demon in a girl's body, well, that's all dependin' on how you look at it. A time ago, a girl with raven-black hair came into the town. She didn't speak to anyone, and she didn't even stop to eat or rest. A day or two later, the rain started comin', and it never stopped. There are a few times of sunshine, but it doesn't even last for a day." The man sighed and set down the mug. "The people here are sick of it, and it's ruining the crops. Not a single thing grows anymore. Is there anything I can get you though, stranger?"

The man slid a paper over to Dadj, "Jus' in case you're interested...we do have a reward going out for anyone who can stop the rain. We're desperate folk, and we're ready to admit it." The sound of the rain on the building was a constant noise, certainly the reason for the few patrons of the tavern that were fast asleep in their chairs. "You might want to be careful, stranger. I feel it's fair to warn you, when people go looking for the goddess Pluvia, they never come back."

His mind went back to the wandering band of men. How many wives and children had they left behind? How many farms untended and the like? His blood boiled at the thought of the gods ruining more lives. He leaned in onto the counter as he thought it out. Pluvia and this raven-haired girl. They had a connection, or so everyone in the known world seemed to think so. What was the worst that could happen? He either fought another god off or he found a beautiful girl and chatted her up. Either way, it was better than sitting around in the rain.

"What kind of reward are we talking? And no one else seems to want to help their fellow man?"

The bartender heaved an exhausted sigh, having explained the story and the rewards dozens of times, and never to any avail. He held no hope that this man would be any different from the others. "Free lodge and food for as long as the hero decides to stay in Imbrium after he stops the rain, and three hundred silver coins. Gold is hard to come by in these parts, so we've offered the equivelent of one hundred gold coins, in silver." He shook his head sadly at the stranger's next question. "We sent out our finest warriors. If not even they can return, most feel it is better to protect their own lives and try to continue providing for their families. We are not a brutal people. We prefer taking care of crops rather than training with any sort of weapon. Still, we had trained a few of our men very well in case an attack should happen. But now that they are gone, I fear the worst is yet to come."

Dadj looked the man over and thought about it in silence. He was extremely bored. And tired of the rain. And he could get paid to rid himself of both of those ailments. He looked tha man in the eye and slowly his lips pulled into a sly grin.

"I will take the offer."

"Oh, well, thank you anyway; I can understand why...What?" The barkeep was so ready to dismiss him as everyone else and was caught off his guard when the affirmative was offered. He looked at Dadj like he was one of those roving lunies... But he smiled none the less. "Oh, well. Great!"

The Ranger asked for more information, where he could procure a map and where she may have last been seen. He also asked about a horse and possibly a companion.

The barkeep gave Dadj all the information that he had, even offering a map and supplies for his trip. As of yet, Dadj was unable to secure a companion, but the barkeep promised to spread the word around and send any other brave souls his way. Apparently this Pluvia woman had been last spotted near some caverns that were not too awfully far from the village he was in. The villagers got word of Dadj's acceptance of the quest and gave him everything he needed that they could give, one of the farmers even giving him a horse to travel on.

Dadj was ready to venture forth on his new quest now. And hopefully, he'd be the one that would come back alive. But the villagers held no promise of that; there were rumored to be strange creatures living deep within the caverns. But of course they wouldn't tell Dadj this; they didn't want to scare away their only hero!

The horse was a dappled grey color, but it was hard for the ranger to tell the beast’s true spots over the rain spots. He checked its tack and his luggage before sliding into the saddle. He didn’t look forward to going out again, but he’d decided to this and he wasn’t going to back out.

Leaving the stables, his curls were immediately saturated and huge in heavy waves around his face. He looked to the sky as the horse depressingly toddled on. The clouds were grey and uninviting, just as they had been all week. He’d come into this country at random. As he’d spent most of his many years, he never quite had a plan of attack on where he was going. He let the horse wander its way down the road in the general direction of the caverns he was told Pluvia had last visited.

He kept his ears open when the scarce amount of people on the road went by, just in case he were to over hear something. He heard the story one of two ways: The Goddess showing herself on Earth was a blessing, or it was a curse. He found the latter had more supporters. And perhaps he was starting to tend to agree. The rain was really grating on his naturally sour mood.

Soon the road began to split and one side tapered off into the woods. He assumed this was the one the caverns were on. That and those roving crazies were coming down the opposite road. Dadj spurred his horse towards the trees.

He wandered the forest until he found a cluster of rock ledges. Among the ledge were openings and chasms one might term “caverns”. He figured they were as good as any and dismounted. The horse was left to its own devices and the Ranger approached the caves. He tried the easy method first:

“Hail! Is there anyone in there?”

A voice would be heard from behind Dadj. "What are you doing here?" If he dared to turn around, he would find the exact raven-haired beauty that everyone had told him about. Surely things couldn't be that easy. The girl was dressed in a light blue sundress, though it was sticking to her body from the rain that poured down upon them both. Her soaked hair dripped water down her shoulders and arms, but none of the rain or wet seemed to bother her at all.

The girl's voice was blank, the only hint of emotion or tone being a slightly depressed sound to it. The horse bucked and brayed, shying away from her. However the girl simply stood there, not moving at all. If Dadj dared look close enough, he would see that her eyes mirrored the cloudy sky as it was that exact moment....
Surely this was who he was looking for.

(I think I'm going to join with Raine. )
(link: http://www.rprepository.com/c/rainecastaway )

((That's fine with me ))

Dadj turned to face the woman. He looked her over without his face betraying a single thought. She fit the description. Before speaking, he walked to the horse and calmed it with his touch. He then attempted to speak to the woman, making his voice louder than the rain.

“Are you the one they call Pluvia?” He echoed in the cavernous openings and reverberated back to them a few seconds later. He watched the girl’s eyes, his own echoing a certain strangeness to them: the honey colored depths seemed to be liquid. He waited silently for a response.

Celestina sighed softly at his question, crouching down and drawing patterns in the puddle of water in front of her. "I suppose..." she murmured, "Is that what they call me now?" The girl looked up at him, her somber tone matching the somewhat saddened expression on her face. It was odd for any feeling to be able to be expressed in the eyes that just seemed to be the sky held within two orbs, but there was a certain emotion of dejection in them.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Raine had known immediately that something different was going on the moment she'd stepped into these rainy lands. Being half water nymph, it was obvious to her that:
A ) The townspeople were not doing well in the rain.
B ) The rain was being caused by something supernatural, probably a goddess or god.
She had been wandering in the place for three days now, and now she confirmed her theories.
I must put a stop to this.
So when she approached the bar, the same one Dadj had stopped at before, instead of ordering a drink, she had come to ask a question.
"So who, or what, is causing this constant rain?"

(To Raine's post):
The barkeep looked up at the odd newcomer, answering her question with a near-immediate explination. "We believe there is a woman walking these lands, Pluvia, whom is causing all this rain. She is not human, not normal. If you dare to try and find her, you should seek out the man who just left. I heard he headed towards the forest. If you go, you can probably catch up with him. We need all the help that we can get with stopping this accursed rain, and we've even offered a reward for anyone who can get the goddess Pluvia to end the downpour." The man looked rather downtrodden. The ceaseless rain did nothing to lighten anyone's mood. "Please help us if you can."

He crossed hims arms and shifted his weight to one hip. "Well, I'm frankly tired of being rained on, woman." He lifted his brows and looked around him. "I'm told you're the one causing all of this. And I would ask you politely to cease and desist. If you refuse, my blades feel that they would like to ask as well. However, they aren't as forgiving as I." His lips pulled up in a snide grin. The woman's expression as well as the weather didn't change. The Ranger's smile crumpled.

"Alright, look. I don't want to have to kill you."

Celestina didn't seem to be affected by Dadj's threat. "I like the rain..." she said simply. "Why not?" was the simple question to the Ranger's last words. "Why do you not want to kill me? What makes me worth living?" Her voice never changed from it's somber tone. The rain fell and fell, not even lessening. If anything, it seemed to rain harder.

She straightened from her crouched position on the ground and let the water from the puddle follow her fingertips up through the air, before letting the trails of water simply slip away and splash back into the small pool of liquid at her feet. "Well?"

"I'm not particularly driven to kill you; but this rain is making me angrier than usual. And you're killing crops, I guess. So I was asked to find you and 'ask' you to end this nonsense. If not, then move out of this country."

The ranger shifted his weight, though not in an uncomfortable or nervous fashion. The woman was unchanged, and her decision to make it rain also unceasing. Dadj's already limited patience were wearing ragged. "Although, it does seem like you're not stopping me from killing you, nor telling me not to. So, Goddess or no... I might try my luck."

With that, he unsheethed his short swords.