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  1. Foreigners Wanted! [Norkotian Missions] [FULL!]

    I would be interested in doing Mission 3 with Cal, If you don't mind.
  2. Ruin has come to Ashville

    Ignoring what the kobold said(and get ever so more annoyed with her), Archmaic listened intently to what Malcolm had to say. Finally, he thought to himself, Someone who isn't crazy or stupid. "Yes, that sounds like exactly what's happening. Although I'd wager that the 'insanity' part is more accurate." He felt the newcomer's stare at the rest of the room and at them, and decided that he would be the perfect type of person to navigate through the madness that was Ashville. "Well, find a way out of here, of course."
  3. Ruin has come to Ashville

    Archmaic rolled his eyes as the kobold freaked out and threw her tail at the newest re-entry to the group, which was pathetic to say the least. "Calm down, none of us cut off your tail. We need to find out where we are and get out of here." He stopped, and looked around. "But the Jet has an excellent question: where did the room go?" He stopped and looked around some more, staring into the deep blackness of the place around them like looking into the depths of the ocean.. He had never seen anything like this before, but he knew there had to be a way out. Why wouldn't there be? As he thought, he noticed how erratic and simply annoying Aygis's thoughts were, and he could tell that the kobold and Jet definitely did not appreciate each other's company.
  4. Honor Among Thieves

    Cal was, on most of his days, working in the mines. He generally liked to look for rare gems and minerals. Some he sold, some he kept. Mages especially loved buying the things to enchant their staffs and talismans and whatever. However, sometimes he liked to take a day off. He could afford to do this, as he made quite good pay from simply selling gems. On one of these days, he was standing in a shadowy corner of a building, arms crossed, observing the people moving around. He was quite fascinated in watching people and loved to see how different emotions could be between two people only a few feet from each other. He probably looked like a thug in that corner, but that was only so he didn't get robbed. Only a bad criminal would look to rob another criminal. He could probably fight them off anyway, but he didn't want to make a scene or draw too much attention to himself. Then, he saw it. A shady-looking character moving quickly through the crowd of people moving past. He was quite keen at seeing the "odd one out" in most situations with his mining experience, and this clearly was one. Then, he heard a loud THUMP and shrieking from nearby people. "Ooh, he must be good," he thought to himself. Cal climbed up onto the roof of the building he was sitting in the shade of, found who he was looking for, and decided to travel the rooftops following him.
  5. Honor Among Thieves OOC

    I'd like to join if you don't mind.
  6. Ruin has come to Ashville

    As Archmaic watched the doors go back and forth, almost breaking at every moment and then returning to their normal spot as quickly as they moved forward, Archmaic, seeing how the door would probably last at least a while longer, sat down with his back to the wall to think of a way to get out of this mess. Fortunately, it was a small bit easier with the kobold farther away from him and not letting her scatterbrain interfere with his thoughts, at least not as much as before. Just as he had thought this, he heard her real voice this time(which he deduced because the rest of her thoughts were much harder to read at this distance), saying something about not actually being in the room. "Of course!" He thought to himself. "It's all an illusion..." He himself especially loved to work with illusions, though he never liked to use them in his actual fighting style. Archmaic stood back up and walked over to the door. He stared at it for a moment or so. "You better be right, or we're both dead," he said aloud, before removing the wooden board from the door. He tensed for about a second, until he heard another bang coming from directly in front of him. The doors were still being smashed open like usual, which would normally be odd as the wooden board was still in his hands. But nothing was odd in this town. "Ah, so you are smarter than I thought. Well done."
  7. Ruin has come to Ashville

    As he looked at the generator in relative monotone, he noticed that Aygis had lit up a slightly larger portion of the room, and he concluded he should plan out an escape route with her, to perhaps find the other two who had accompanied them before. As he walked toward her, he could hear the voices in her head too, which only made it harder for him to focus on his plan. As he got over to her, however, he heard a loud crash coming somewhere behind him, in the eerie darkness of the room. He instantly whipped around, staff at the ready. Of course, he could only see 3 feet in front of him, so he would have to react fast if anyone...anything had broken in. Just then, Aygis nudged his back, as if to signal him onward. "You got us into this; you get to see what that noise was!" "I got us into this mess? She would've been alone with those things closing in on her without me!" He thought to himself. But, he continued onward. As the neon green slowly illuminated the room, he saw another set of wooden doors. They were exactly the same as the other doors, with the exception of a wooden board stuck between the handles. He wondered what this could mean, before yelping as he heard another crash and the doors were pushed towards him, before gently but swiftly moving back into place. Something was trying to get in.
  8. Ruin has come to Ashville

    Archmaic scrambled through the door, only a few seconds after Jet. "Hey, slow dow-" He asked of the figure as he walked through the door, only to find that Jet was nowhere to be seen. That's... odd to say the least. Archmaic knew what was at stake here, but purposely altering itself to split up its party members? He could not sense any arcane energies in this place, so it had to be something with the cloud above. He looked around the room, only to find it was completely pitch black. Except for his enchanted robes, with gave a neon green hue which allowed him to see around 3 feet in front of him. They somehow worked now, unlike they had earlier. Then, he heard a loud crash, finding that the kobold had fallen from his shoulder and onto the hard floor. "I think I just smushed something." He could tell she was still frightened, if only but a small bit. Fortunately, getting into dire situations with people does let you read them more easily. "You'll be fine," He said to her, as he felt along the walls for anything that could provide them more light. After a few minutes of searching, he found a large gray box, which could only be an electricity generator. Unfortunately, the entire thing was split in half, cut wires running between the two parts. And that was the least destroyed part. The rest of it was all scratched or banged up in multiple places. This thing would take hours to fix without spare parts. Hours he didn't have. He was again stirred from his thoughts by moaning. It was somewhat distant, but he could tell it was getting closer. Quickly. He put his ear to the wall and could hear it much more clearly now. It was a large group of... something moaning and growling and the like, definitely moving toward them. "You better get ready, Aygis." He warned the kobold.
  9. Ruin has come to Ashville

    Quick question: Is Jet in the same room as Archmaic and Aygis, or did they somehow get split up?
  10. Ruin has come to Ashville

    Archmaic walked up towards the shrine, until he started hearing the voices again. "Great, not even the embodiment of darkness can be original," he thought to himself, being quite used to the voices, before hearing a high-pitched shriek from the small mage. Turning around, he could instantly feel her overwhelming fear. Not quite enough connected to her to see what she was thinking, though. He went over to console her, but saw that Jet was trying to do the same thing, until he stopped, looked as if he was trying to keep his focus, and then brushed past him into the doorway behind the shrine. Still hearing the voices, Archmaic walked over to Aygis and slung her over his shoulder. She was surprisingly light, even for a... whatever she was. "C'mon," he said to her. "We'd better follow him, lest our party shrink to thre-" he looked around. "Two." As Archmaic walked up to the door however, the room suddenly went pitch black for him. No light from the windows and no light from his staff or robes, which was quite odd. Fortunately, the door was just behind the shrine, and he walked through it without too much effort, still carrying the kobold the entire way.
  11. Where Light Loses Form

    Shale watched closely as the woman, her golem, and the other figure had walked over. While Shale did prefer to work alone, acquaintances did make doing anything much easier, and thus he resolved to learn more about each of them. Especially the golem. He watched as Roham greeted the knight quite formally, again, much apart from his style. He put a piece of silver on the counter for the drink he didn't consume a single drop of(it didn't matter, he would soon control this wistful town anyway), and stood up to shake the hand of the "knight." "My name is Shale. I presume you are associated with this woman"-he glanced at her-"and are here to join with us, yes?"
  12. Where Light Loses Form

    The Plague Doctor caught most of the conversation between the woman and the first figure, and was intending to hear the next fragment of conversation between her and the other figure, but unfortunately was interrupted as the other, similar-looking one slid in next to him. Shale could already tell that he was a mage of some sort, and an evil mage at that. His blackened robes and gloved hands served his explanation well enough. As he came in close, Shale could tell that the mage was repulsed by his presence, and that the amulet he wore on his neck also seemed to be disturbed by it. Shale didn't mind, he liked being disturbing towards others, especially those working with him, as to know they would not meddle in his affairs later. Shale watched as he put down a small abomination on the table, and noted that the man was in fact a necromancer of some sort. He observed it as it half-walked, half-rolled around the table in its endeavors, and noting that it, too, seemed to feel as it had an aura of disease around it. He heard the man introduce himself as Roham, and asked him if the woman brought him there, too. Shale could already note that this was a... more "playful" one, rather than the silent, orderly type that he was. "I suppose I did come here because of the woman, but indirectly. I could sense the evil power here and how it could grow my power. So I seized the chance, as anyone should when met with such an opportunity." He paused a minute to collect his thoughts on the last subject of conversation, then answered, "Mine is an ancient power, that has slowly grown over time. It feeds on those who fall to me. It appears that you have already talked to this woman. I believe you shall introduce me to her," he finished, picking up the little abomination and observing it.
  13. Where Light Loses Form

    Every story has its beginning, and Shale, the Plague Doctor, was, somewhat knowingly, about to start his. Shale had never much liked moving about in public, at least in his most vulnerable form. He generally stood out amongst the crowd. His iron mask, black hat, and black robes all were the subject of hushed whispers about him, and what could be seen through his mask did not help. Neither did his ghastly aura, which seemed to feel of death or decay. No, Shale much preferred to possess objects and let them do the talking for him, for an unknown force is the most dangerous type. Fortunately, Shale had not shown himself to the majority of Terrenus quite yet, only to small rural villages and houses which could not easily get the word out to other places, so they did not know what to expect of him. He came here for one reason: Power. Shale never did things rashly or without consequence in mind, and thus larger towns he had almost never set foot in. But he knew that here, darkness was about to engulf the city. He could usually detect darkness, like a wild dog can smell its next meal from quite a while away. He could feel its residents being enslaved as the city was taken over. As he set foot in the tavern, he could tell that he was quite the topic of many conversations already. Then he laid eyes on the golem. That was a telltale sign to him. There are almost never mages flaunting their power freely in smaller cities. After all, mages are the least resistant types of adventurerers in terms of bodily protection. He saw a woman sitting next to the golem, and could instantly detect that she was the one he was looking for. Shale sat down around 3 seats from the woman, whom he could tell was beautiful simply from a side view. Another sign. Lust is a common factor in those engaged in the dark arts, especially women.
  14. As A Town Falls(Closed. Again.)

    I would love to join if you wouldn't mind. Shale has always been a being of evil, and would love a chance to make his name be known among the people of Terrenus. Any personal gain is worth it to him. (And yes, I know, the possession thing. I'll nerf it here so that there's an actual challenge and he can't just take the city in one fell swoop.)
  15. Ruin has come to Ashville

    As Archmaic walked along, he noticed the little mage had formed a magical bubble to protect herself from the rain. Not that impressive, but was good enough to justify her being a mage. Just as he was thinking this, he noticed she was glaring at all of them about someone whispering to her, the same thing that happened to him. "How overdramatic," he thought to himself. He was walking in front of the rest of them anyway, so it's not like he could've spooked her. He could feel her basic emotions at the moment, a small layer of anger on top of a foundation of fear. He was stirred from his thoughts by a loud crash accompanied by what appeared to be wood cracking. Looking up, he had seen that the one with the gemstone had kicked open the doors. "Eh, thanks," he responded to Jet, as he walked inside. Inside the first floor of the church was nothing all too special, at least not to a normal church. There were rows of long benches, or pews as the religious people called them, leading up to an elevated area accessible by stairs. At the top of this altar area was a shrine, decorated in stains of blood. This was a huge red flag to him, as no Terrenus religion usually used sacrifices, as far as he knew. He felt a strong magical aura coming from it, and strong enough to make him forget about his situation for only a split second. He walked back to the doors to the church. "It's safe to come in," he reported, waving the rest of the party into the building.