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Character Name: Van [26]
Attack: 5 (7)
Defense: 3
Combat Dice: 1 D12 (4)
Magic: 0
Life: 25 (5)
Equip: 3
Abilities: Special Attack (Telekinetic Strike) (1), Fury, Regeneration (1)
Items: (Energy Sword (1/3), Short Sword) Lightsword, Spirit Bracer (9/10)
Spells: N/A
Actions: Guard, Retaliate, Power Up, Stunning Blow
Money: 500 Chips

(Well, since I posted first I’ll open up.)

It is the time of twilight (I’m assuming), the last of the sun’s rays are fading on the horizon, and the stars shine luminously in the night sky. The young warrior monk makes his way to the tavern, the light from the building’s windows spill out onto the street in front of it. Inside, the sound of the drunken banter from the tavern's nightly patrons could be heard, accompanied with the tell tale smell of alcohol. Van shivered despite himself, the black cat’s enticements and promises of hidden power had piqued his curiosity, not so much in that he placed his faith in the benevolent intentions of the shadowed being or it’s promises. But, his sense of adventure and desire to solve the mystery at hand, had gotten the better of him.

As Van nears the designated meeting place he scans the area, both visually and mentally for the cat, but it's presence remains absent. . . . or masked. But, there are other minds that stand out amongst the intoxicated thoughts of the party goers. Turning towards the new approaching figures, Van can sense that their temperaments also dwell on a mysterious feline, the same one that had approached him. So, I am not the only one the cat has paid a visit to. I believe we may share a common goal. Perhaps one of them will know more about our enigmatic summoner. He concludes to himself. Van decides to wait for the others to approach before saying anything.

To any one who is entering the area, you see an outline standing in front of a window at the anterior of the tavern. As you near the figure, you can make out the features of a boy; one of average size and thin build. You can tell that he could not be more than 16. His features are fair, and many would say, handsome. His short brown hair is un kept and matching brown eyes reflect the light of the tavern in your direction, a clear indication to you that he is aware of your presence. He is dressed in simple short black and tan monk’s robes with trousers and knee high leather boots. Across his waist is a thick belt adorned with clips and pouches. Hanging off his side you can see the glint of a shiny metal handle. His posture is relaxed; you do not see any aggression from the boy’s body language. The wind picks up, blowing debris from the streets across your path. A thick unnatural fog is starting to set in, you realize you are in for one helluva night.

(How’s this Russell? Okay folks, I got the ball rolling. Go ahead and post your introductions. biggrin

Username: Eryka_Deathfold [25] Servant of Ra
Character name: Mistress Vindicator
Attack: 1
Defense: 0
Combat Dice: 1d3 (1)
Magic: 1
Life: 5 (25)
Equip: 1
Abilities: (16)
Vindictive attack x5, Vindictive magic x5, Vindictive special x3, Improved Demonic Regeneration, Backlash (special attack: 2)
Items: *Cursed* Demon's Mark, Blood Dagger
Strength Potion, Combat Potion, Fairy Egg
Spells: Frost, Chill
Actions: Power Up, Punch, Taunt, Draw
Special Locations: The Red Dragon Lounge
Money: 600

Organization: Children of the Demon

*Demonic Pact--Automatically lose 1 HP per round of combat. For every round of combat where you inflict no damage, you lose 5 HP.
*Demonic Ties--You are incapable of receiving any benefit from normal or magical healing. Standard regeneration works normally, however.

Eryka returns to the tavern, pausing to glance at the boy in the window. The demonic influence showing in her eyes; staining them an almost blood red. She steps inside, and returns a moment later, holding the black cat in question. Her fingers gently stroke the feline's fur and scratch behind it's ears. She looks at the figures slowly gathering around the front of the Tavern, awaiting the arrival of the last few she managed to seek out for this adventure.
She sizes up the arrivals, seeing the taint of darkness surround Talos. Her lips part in a smirk of aproval as the dagger at her hip thrums lightly, the taste of blood still fresh for the dark weapon. "I am Eryka Deathfold, but my enemies know me as Mistress Vindicator. I was imparted upon by... lets just say someone, and they told me to follow the black cat. As soon as the party is assembled, I believe this cat here will lead the way."

With that she continued to scratch the cat behind it's ears.

(First of all: "Boring you are, annoyed I am... at you," Nice!)
(Second: It is not my wish to over step my bounds in this dungeon. I simply like to add lots of description in my posts, as it makes the story and characters come alive for me. But I can easily back off, just let me know, I want a fun experience for everyone)

Feeling the spike of irritation emanating from the masked man, Van turns his head to regard this figure, dark brown eyes focused intently. The man was dressed in black thief’s clothing, wreathed in a cloak of almost palpable shadows. The shadows were cold and empty voids of thought, and Van had to stifle another shudder. The Man’s mind however contained many images and emotions, mostly a bluster of greed, sarcasm, and self satisfaction. Reaching his power out a little further, Van could sense they too were as much a mask as the literal one he wore. He was keeping something of himself hidden from everyone, maybe even himself. Van strained to see deeper, but before he could discover more, Van’s concentration was interrupted by the approach of the team leader holding the cat.

She was cordial enough, but her aura shared the tale of a demonic pact almost as obviously as her eyes. Her mind contained much ambition and malice. The cat seemed to be quite comfortable in her arms, which was just as well; Van had no intention of getting close to either. Van also decided a hand shake was not an overture of friendship that she would appreciate.

Van was unsettled by the aptitudes of his new comrades, but he decided that the best solution was a diplomatic approach. After a moment, he addressed them both, bowing politely. Ms. Deathfold, Mr. Kintsei, before he was interrupted earlier, Van had managed to pull the masked man’s name from his mind. I bid you greetings, my name is Van. I wish to express my gratitude for allowing me to join you on your investigation this evening, though we may have obvious differences in philosophy, I will do my best to be a help to you during our sojourn. I have no intentions of complicating your path for greater power, he says, motioning toward Mistress Vindicator, nor your wish for the acquisition of wealth, nodding to Talos. My main concern is the protection of Miyr, and those who reside here. Van spoke in what was obviously a foreign accent.

(Also, my character's telepathic intuitions are of a purely rp nature. I post what I think other people's characters may be feeling based on what I've read from old threads and bios. If they are inaccurate let me know, or better yet, from time to time give me a description of their thoughts/ or lack there of and I'll play off of it.)

Character name: Zypherius Ixian (Zypher) [26] Servant of Ra
Attack: 1
Defense: 0
Combat Dice: 1d6 (2)
Magic: 0 1
Life: 7(35) 8 (40)
Equip: 2
Abilities: S.A. Shadow Glaive (5), Demon's Touch x5 (5), Improved Demonic Regeneration (2), Vindictive Magic (1), Vindictive Attack (1)
Items: Apprentice Amulet, Seal Charm, Staff of Mist (Sheath), Goblin Patroller Token, Spirit Bracer (c7/10), *Cursed* Fairy Egg x2
Spells: Frost, Lesser Mana Shield, Stunbolt, Chill
Actions: Punch, Stunning blow, Defensive Hold, Draw
Special Location: The Red Dragon Lounge
Money: 350

Organization: Children of the Demon

*Demonic Pact--Automatically lose 1 HP per round of combat. For every round of combat where you inflict no damage, you lose 5 HP.
*Demonic Ties--You are incapable of receiving any benefit from normal or magical healing. Standard regeneration works normally, however.

Items added in red.

From a dark alley beside the tavern you hear the frightened screams of a goblin. As it turns the corner you see a goblin patroller wearing a hospital gown with gauze trailing from its leg. The goblin charges forward in a frantic rush, while behind it dark tendrils shoot out from the alley and dart toward him. The tendrils lunge forward revealing rows of razor sharp teeth that quickly bury themselves into the legs of the horror stricken goblin causing him to fall forward on his face. The goblin looks up at the assembled adventures and whimpers weakly "help me." before being dragged back into the dark alley. Suddenly the air is filled with screams of the goblin which escalate sharply before being cut off by violent gurgling sounds. The adventures hear the sounds of crunching bone and tearing flesh for a few moments before the silence of the night returns. Zypher slowly walks out from the dark alley while removing blackened bandages from his now regenerated body. Approaching the group casually he disregards everyone save for the black cat in Eryka's arms. "Meow..."

The gentleman exiting the tavern, Van recognized from the night they first encountered the young dark mist girl. He was still slightly intoxicated, but Van felt that this man was much more alert and sharp than he let on. Mr. Helding. he said, nodding in greeting.

The next figure to come around the corner, devouring goblins, made Van's mind reel. His arm was covered with what looked like one enormous dark scabe ending in wicked looking claws. Van could sense the death emanating from it clear from the other side of the tavern entrance. But what was most disturbing, was that the man's corruption was far more than skin deep. Even within the confines of his own mind, Van could hear all manner of curse and threat saturating his every thought. His mind was bordering on complete madness, but even he had a lust for power. Still, the man's head, was most definitely, not a place Van wished to linger. He did not trust himself to speak to this man, so he instead turned to the cat.

He was grateful when the cat finally stirred and headed to the next alley. Glancing back, he says to the others, Shall we? And he heads off after the cat.

The almost unseen figures grow more distinct as your powers focus on the creatures in the shadows. They begin coming toward you slowly, menacing white smiles shining from behind their dark visage...Suddenly, you're not the only one able to make them out. They step into the light, making their horrifying forms all the more apparent as their blackened, crisped forms begin to eminate with a disturbing, purple-black energy that seems to inervate them.

Shadow Creature [18] x3
Attack: 3
Defense: 0
Combat: 1d12 [4]
Life: 10 [2]
Magic: 2
Equip: 0
Abilities: Self Destruct, Resistance (Attack) x2, Resistance (Magic) x2, Resistance (Special) x2
Actions: Pounce
Spells: Chill

Rolling for targets:

1-2. Eryka
3-4. Zypherius
5-6. Van
7-8. Talos
9-10. Darius

At the first signs of aggression, Van whips out his lightsword, the black light of the blade crackling as it tears through one of the shadowy visages.

Rolling Combat Dice Defensively
Regeneration +1
Fury
Attack SC 1: 7
Attack SC 1: 7
Action: Stunning Blow
AP: 0
MP: 1