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The GM couldn't help but let out a laugh as Aansalath and Firasi fought. It would be a shame if either of them died. He could always bring them back if he desired. He then sighed. After the forest was a dungeon. He had all the different monsters he would put in the dungeon, but he couldn't decide on a boss. It had to be something relatively easy, but still powerful enough to be impressive.

Sorika sighed. See all the Players needed was an incentive to do what they wanted them to. Incentive being death threats and pain of coarse.

Passion watched silently as the two men bantered back and forth. Aansalath had taken care of the threat rather quickly. Impressive. She was glad he was on her side. Though he had a fresh wound on his head, but he seemed fine. So all it served to do was remind Passion of the remaining blood stains on his clothing.

She did her best to keep up with their conversation, though she felt it had little to do with her. And frankly.. she found it rather dull. Also there was far too much space around them. It made her feel vulnerable, paranoid. She didn't too much fight the urge to scan the area as the two men spoke. Something about not being who he was claiming to be. Denial. Change of subject. Mm? Passion's felinesque eyes focused down on the human as he offered Aansalath a potion of some sort. And while she didn't know exactly what it was, though the man claimed it to be for healing, but she wanted it. Her hands itched to take it. But it hadn't been offered to her and so she kept quiet.

What he is? What did Aansalath mean? Passion mulled it over for a moment, curious, but not overly so. She told herself that it was nothing and she shouldn't worry herself over it. Her eyes focused down at the potion in Firasi's hand as he toyed with it. But as soon as he popped off the top she turned her head away; back to the area around them. And tuned out the conversation once again. So much so that she failed to hear Firasi's next words.

Items? Mm? That was all it took to bring Passion back into the conversation. She idly licked her lips as she stared into the man's robe. Her palms almost itched with an urge to take them. She would have spoken, would have gladly taken a bottle off his hands. But she didn't have a chance to get a word in edge wise between the two and once again she set to looking around. She was all but completely tuned out, throughout curious glances at the two as things progressed. She would have walked away, let them be and go find some shelter.. if she only knew where she was. No, right now it was better to stay close to Aansalath.

What.. Passion suddenly looked around as if searching for something. I swear.. It's like someone else is here. She watched as Aansalath suddenly whipped around and seemed to be threatening thin air. After a moment someone appeared in Aansalath's previously void grip. Oh! I'm glad I didn't try that.. It seemed it was a thief, with some rather impressive weaponry. But where did he come from? Passion cocked her head as she watch Aansalath angrily speak to him. She immediately felt put off by this stranger called Claws. She didn't want him around. She didn't want the.. competition? Was that it? No, no. He just tried to steal from an ally, that was it. Yes, she had thought about it herself but she didn't do it. That was the difference. That was her excuse.

"Mm? Oh, me? My name is Passion." She flashed the stranger who called himself Firasi a warm smile. It was a bluff of course, but she didn't want to be rude. Even if she felt like he had yet to offer any reason to trust him as of yet. And it didn't hurt to be mutually liked.

((/end super long catch up post. o_o Mostly pointless filler, I suggest skipping down to just before the last paragraph.))

Heavy boots thudded with a sound like metal on stone as Dentrag walked towards the GM with a air of command in him. With a mere glance at Marquis from the glowing blue, haunting eyes, he turned to face the GM. After all, Marquis was not as.... potent as he was. Had he walked the seven seas of Tzeench? Come to think of it, he probably had, but not as a Planeswalker. He had spent long enough wandering, before finding the power stronger than him: The GM of this world. Just because he came from Elsewhere did not mean he was not a Reaper.

"My lord. I come to also ask your judgment, and inform you about one of these. Skin flayers alone might stop them, but if you would allow me to send an Unholy One with them? That might prove.... Interesting...."

The voice rattling from underneath the helmet sounded like bone grinding against bone, ceased to break into laughter. Deep and low, then getting louder and louder until it was almost maniacal.

"Ahahahaha.ha.haha. The one known as Ixpath is, skilled to say the least in magic. He is one of the seven Planeswalkers, great mages destined to save or destroy. All by himself, he might make it to level 10 if at his full power, so i took the liberty of... Reducing... it."

The cloak strapped to his back blew in the nonexistent wind, Dentrag's head bowed towards the GM. He was an imposing figure to say the least. Among the reapers he was hated or feared, and sometimes both, for his obvious insanity. Sometimes he spoke of "Voices" that no one else could hear, and they clearly drove him mad.

"Dentrag, that might be interesting, but how about we save that for a bit later. Maybe later we can have that, but I just want my Flayers there and if they pass them, I'll put more Flayers and then you can have your Unholy One with them, to increase the difficulty step by step, of course it is up to the GM."

The blue eyes of Marquise's armor watched Dentrag, blinking at him as he spoke. Marquis had not known Dentrag very well, but he did have an unholy aura about him like most followers of the Corrupted Legion, but Marquis was not sure who he was following, probably no one while Marquis obeyed his dark gods. Marquis remembered something from his last visit to the Arch Gate, the generators that were located there.

"That may be dangerous for Ixpath, Alexander has Warp Generators at his Arch Gate, they might serve to weaken his magic more if he is already weakened now. The generators were a gift from me to stop his men from getting slaughtered by area effecting spells, they might be a problem. I suppose that isn't till they reach Level 5 however."

Normally, Marquis wouldn't give a damn about the defense of the Arch Gates since they had stood for a good long time, but these Players were different and might actually break through them. If this was so, Marquis would finally be able to fight something worth the effort.

(Can someone tell me what's going on?)

(( Stormy, your character is healing Korsu right? We could head back and meet with your group.))

"Passion?" He gave a brief nod. "You seem like an interesting person." He smiled back, showing signs of urgent leaving.
No point in staying here anymore, Aansalath agreed and so did their newcoming thief, Claws. Firasi gave his potion bottle a small shake before capping it. Two thieves, a vampire, a Reaper trying to conceal himself as a Player, a walking worm, and some other players he had not yet met. What a lovely group.

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Message for GM transmit...

Inserted within Player's group. Preparing to leave for Level 2 gate. Current location, Level 1 forest. Request for travelling merchant set-up and small enemy intervention.

((Ahaha. I don't understand any of the Magic stuff. xD; I've never played WoW, I think the only MMORPG's I've played are zOMG and Runescape, both of which I'm fairly new at. I'll have to Wiki some of this stuff.))

The smirked as the Reapers discussed plans. He didn't need to worry about them being smart enough to figure out a way to betray him. He had brought them into this world and he could just as easily take them out. "It's a little early in the game for the Unholy One. Maybe in a few levels..." The GM was thinking about the ones like Ixpath would prove to be a problem later in the game, provided he got much stronger. Sorika would like the challenge, but he didn't want to take the chance of loosing Reapers over him... "Skin Flayers, hm?" It was a little early for some of Marquis minions, wasn't it. Unless he only wanted the strong to survive. That would prove an interesting challenge. "Place the Skin Flayers in the Level 2 Dungeon." A mini-boss of sorts? "As for the Unholy One, Dentrag, I'll tell you when the time is right."

He then received a Message. These Players seemed to be keeping the Reapers busy. He read it. He sent a message back.

Good. A merchant set up would be fine. Save the small enemy intervention for when you're in the Level 1 Dungeon. Keep an eye on Ixpath. He may be trouble in the near future.

Sorika appeared in the GM's quarters. Great. Other Reapers. "Chris was a pain, but he I took care of him. He's headed back to the group as we speak." He was an idiot for heading off from them in the first place. Sorika would probably just hang around until teh GM gave her orders. She was the GM's right hand Reaper after all.


Kiba sighed as she saw Aansalath approached with two other Players. Apparently there were still people being transported to... Where ever this crazy place was. If they were lucky they wouldn't get attacked by anything else. The thing was that was part of Rps, getting attacked and getting stronger. She needed the experience. She couldn't even get her hands to turn back to normal.