This, is a prologue. It serves a number of purposes, from my perspective, chief among these purposes is to get into writing this story, and to get into each of your characters. By all means tell me how good or bad a job I did voicing your characters.

The Prologue

On came the creature. Majestically. Swiftly. His body fit to travel through the water, or over the water, or even, as he was doing now, over the land. His back perfectly suited to carry a human, or another being of similar magnitude. He was a creature that was aptly called €œseahorse€. He was the 6 foot tall, intelligent variant of the species, as opposed to his much smaller brethren that could be found in zoos.
He was on a mission. He and 5 of his fellow seahorses. He thought he had the shittiest task of the 5, but he was of a humble and hardworking race. And the payout was great as well. Still, the others had to pick up people who were actually€¦ you know€¦ awake. Not frozen. To have a frozen man read a letter was peanuts given the amenities the organization had at its disposal. But acquiring his physical presence meant the seahorse had to break into Seattle€™s cryogenic facilities. After he finally got into the right cell, the seahorse was puzzled when he found it was empty.
€œWehee€, the seahorse said, with a whinnying sound one might expect from a drowning horse, which was odd because the seahorse was on dry land, €œMr. Grohl? I am your ride for your mission.€
€œOver here mate!€ Dave Grohl said from behind him, €œI was just packing my bag, this will be a blast!€.

*cue intro music*

Observe, the ocean. Six characters, with very little in common, other than the fact that they all received a mysterious letter asking for their assistance in a mysterious mission. The 6 seahorses escorted them such that the 6 of them met simultaneously in the middle of the ocean, to from there move to their final destination in a glorious convoy. This obviously meant that most of the seahorses had to take an absurdly long way to get from A to B, but humble as they are, none complained. And please do not forget the payout was great.
Dave Grohl found himself in the front of the group, holding on to seahorse€™ reins with one hand, chatting with Natsume Oguro and Sir Shirley Ragington the Third. Both were humans, technically, as opposed to the Footonian Dave Grohl. This fact proves that looks can in fact be deceiving. Dave was holding his headphones in his other hand, positioned such that Natsume Oguro could hear the music as well. Led Zeppelin was shouting through the speakers, Stairway to Heaven. Dave was singing along.
€œ€¦if there€™s a bustle in your hedgerow...€
€œHedgerow?! hEDGErow?!?!€, Natsume shouted, €œa whole row of edges?!€
€œ€¦ don€™t be alarmed now€¦€ Dave continued.
Natsume calmed down. €œAlarmed? Me? What are you talking about? I am just my€¦ positive and energetic self€¦ albeit in a world I had never expected to witness firsthand, of course€¦€
€œAdventures in strange new worlds, now that€™s a topic I can relate too.€ Dave said, with a wink.
€œI must say€, Sir Shirley Ragington the Third sighed, €œthat while I approve of your flannel jacket, I find your taste for music outrageous, as well as that so called €œhead banging€ you display to put your awful taste across. I have been in some glorious adventures in my live, but never with such simpletons. When I sunk the Spanish Armada for example, now that was something, don€™t get me started about that!€.
And, for the sake of not turning this prologue into a full-length essay, neither Natsume nor Dave got Sir Shirley Ragington the Third started.
Sir Shirley Ragington the Third grabbed a cup out of his bag, and scooped some water out of the ocean. It cooked instantly.
€œWho wants some tea?€.
Slightly behind these 3, the more introvert duo of Mortimer and Acrifer Castillo were having a chat.
€œSo, you are a Maltese map maker?€, Acrifer asked while looking at the weird creature next to him. Even though the different species on the planet got more and more integrated over the last few centuries, Acrifer believes he had never seen a Moogle before, let alone one that makes maps in Malta.
€œYes I do!€, said Mortimer, somewhat proudly.
€œThen surely you can tell us where we are now, and where we are going?€
€œErrrrm€¦€ Mortimer looked around him, there was no land in sight, €œI did keep track of the route until crossing the Strait of Gibraltar, but I very much lost track since€¦€
Acrifer looked somewhat disappointed€¦
€œBut I do think we are very much in an ocean!€ Mortimer concluded, trying to keep the spirits high.
€œOn University, we got to work with this small computer that could tell one where he is at all times, it works through a connection with some weird contraptions orbiting the Earth. If we were at Uni now I could demonstrate one to you.€, Acrifer said, €œOn the other hand though, I€™m glad I€™m not there. This wonderful letter I got allows me to skip today€™s lecture! And I€™m sure I can accomplish much greater things here than in that classroom.€
Mortimer agreed.

€¦

About a quarter of a mile behind the quintet, was a sole seahorse carrying the 6th member of the team. Despite the specie€™s inherent humbleness, and despite the great payout, the seahorse opened his mouth.
€œListen, Anjushree, I know I am meant to be humble and all, but you are by far the heaviest passenger here, I am used to carrying normal humans you see. I managed to keep up with the rest for most of the route, but my back is starting to get sore€¦ And because your paws can€™t cope with these human made reins you are using your claws to hold on to me€¦€
€œWhat are you hinting at?€ Anjushree asked.
€œWell, see, I can€™t help but notice you can fly€¦ and you are easily strong enough to carry me€¦ could you please help me cover those last few miles?€
€œNonsense!€ the Gryphon shouted, €œI will not have this! I am part of the group, and I will be escorted as such! What a humiliating thought! Me, a leading expert on the field of counter-magic, carrying a horse€¦€
€œSea horse.€
€œ€¦ carrying a sea horse! That thought is preposterous! Besides, I can already see land!€
The seahorse watched with glee to where the gryphon was pointing. Sooner than he had expecting, during the argument between him and his passenger, the other 5 had reached their destination, a small and obscure island in the Atlantic Ocean. It wasn€™t before long that Anjushree too walked on dry land on the island€™s beach.
€œSorry that I couldn€™t keep up with you during the latter half of our journey, fellow adventurers, but luckily we had already become acquainted back when my seahorse was still fresh.€ Anjushree said, €œLets get this adventure started!€

Tune in tomorrow for some actual RPG action!