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Danave: All right, so here we are. The rendezvous point - our starting point on the Coreno Path. Glad you could join us. Now... [He sticks his hands in his pockets as he thinks.] Let's make one thing straight. I don't exactly make a habit of traveling this creepy path during the full moon. So I don't exactly know about the ghosts and gremlins that stalk this place. I HAVE heard rumors though. A lot of skeletal demons and ghosts and crap. It's such a load of bull. But if people say they're real... then eh, they probably are. Needless to say, I would've seen crazier s**t. Trust me. [He begins to describe to you the creatures that he's heard about during his travels.]





Danave: These guys are called Skeletals. Real original, right? No one knows where they come from, what powers them, but they're your basic undead annoyance. Since Necromancy has been dead for a few good thousand years now, they're probably just some freak outburst of the country's natural magical power. Careful though. They tend to travel in groups.



Danave: Ewe, now THESE guys are annoying. Scarebirds. These things are the result of a freak experiment by some freak scientists, and now they've created more of themselves and have assisted in the take-over of the countryside. Figuratively of course. They're more dangerous than Skeletals in the fact that they are a LOT faster than the undead freaks. Plus they have a lot more weapons at their disposal, and no sensory organs to disable, so it's almost impossible to disorient or fool them. Gotta rely on sheer force with these guys.


Danave: Well, those are the main two I think we're gonna see. Hopefully, nothing else will jump out on us tonight. In case anything does though, I'll keep a record of the enemies we come across, and how many we kill off. Should be fun, right? Remember to play nice, kiddies!

XXXXXXXXLucia RingeXXX☆

It was dark. She knew that it would be, but the inherent lack of light at the meeting place irked her still. Darkness left her to the mercy of her poor depth perception. Her favorite trick of judging distance by shadows didn't work at night. She had to rely on more clever and difficult tricks, like listening for distance clues in movement and timing how long it takes for something to hit her target. Ah well. She'd chosen this quest for that reason. It was a challenge unto herself. Things had been boring as of late. Quests were getting easy for her, which only left her feeling stale. Lucia had almost given up hope of questing much more. There was simply too much peace it seemed. Then she'd heard of this quest. Sure, it was being lead by an Elementalist, but she refused to let the uneducated twit, whoever he was, slow her down.

That uneducated twit, currently, was going on and on about the enemies that they would be facing. She supposed that for the others, also less educated than she, this was important information. She already knew about these monsters though. They might end up being fun to handle. Especially those Scarebirds. Maybe if she blinded them with a flash of light, she'd be able to catch a glimpse of their shadows and slow them down. Wow. The irony of that statement when coupled with her eye almost made her laugh aloud. Not quite though. Lucia didn't enjoy her laugh. When she heard other people laugh it seemed to be either warm or musical. Hers was neither. It was dry and cold and rough and ugly. It was one of the very few things she would concede that she had lesser or no skill in. Laughing. How sad.

The twit was still going on it seemed. Huh. Actually, it might do her some good to learn his name. While calling him a twit in her head was fine and all, in the midst of a battle, should she need to communicate with him, he was probably not going to respond to his rather fitting title. At least, she felt that it was rather fitting. Really, she didn't know him well enough to truely judge. It was just those carefully taught prejudices speaking. So once he seemed to be done babbeling, finishing with the admittance that he had no clue what they might run into but that he'd keep track, she decided to speak up. "What did you say your name was?" She was sure that it must have been given out at sometime, she just probably hadn't absorbed it at the time. It wasn't really that important after all.

★You made up your mind★

★To leave it all behind★

★Now you're forced★

★To fight it out★

★You fall away from your past★

★But it's following you★

((It's quite clearly stated in her profile that Mavalii is a lich, which is a type of undead and she is therefore immortal. I know how long humans live, perhaps a hundred years if they're lucky. I also know how long a sufficiently wily Lich can stay extant, which is a couple thousand years.))

A point in the air above the group appeared and quickly vomited out an Orochi demon, who fell on them while cursing roundly. "Dammit, that b*tch could have killed me! Hm?"

He noticed the group and got up off of them. "Apologies. I do not have the precision I once had. I gather from the aura that at least one of you is a demon, and I know that you, miss, are most likely a Tengu because while I mean no offense I'd rather like to eat you. Sorry. It's an instinct thing."

He looked around and noticed something else: they weren't in town, but were some way outside of it. A group of random people far outside of the town, all of them carrying some sort of spell or weapon on their person... "ah. Well, that explains quite a bit. Need some help with the job?"

"I wish that you could see that our love is bringing out the dead in me."



I think that we should be together just for old time's sake,
I wanna hear you scream just like you used to do when we were alone.

Now the candle's burning out, and the pumpkin's rotting away.
I just want you here beside me on this lonesome Halloween day.

I''m laying in our bed with these tainted sheets pulled right over my head.
I'm singing all our favorite songs out loud and I'm hoping you can hear them somehow.

"Sitting here in the dark, drinking my own blood."

((Well sweetie, either I change her age or I change her story. wink And since she's a lich, wouldn't that technically mean she's a monster now, since she's undead?

And another thing hun, that I told you previously but you have yet to do. Until that little chickie gets a picture to replace the 'no longer available' sign, that profile is null and void. Same with the rest of the profiles that are incomplete. You might wanna get those pictures to me as soon as possible.

And don't expect your characters to be able to 'drop in' all the time. This once, I'll roll with it.))

Danave looked over at Lucia and smiled, nodding to her.

"The name's Danave, my fair lady," he replied good-naturedly before leaping back at Orochimaru's appearance, flame bursting into life about him based purely on instinct, sending the entire area up in flickering light. Tempest snorted from where he stood a little to the side.

"Danave, calm down!" He snapped, swishing the flames away with his tail. "It's just a stupid demon."

Danave glanced at his familiar and then shook his head, mentally calling the flames back into his body. They did so, pressing against his skin and sinking into his flesh, making darkness fall in the clearing once ********, Danave," Tempest growled. "Now our eyes have to adjust AGAIN!"

The redhead rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah..." he muttered. "Shut up, Tempest."

A whinny met his ears, and he turned his head to see a carriage pulled by two horses - one a palomino while the other white - plod down the road to them, the horses controlled by a man with the brown robes of a monk, the hood pulled over his head. The cargo was covered by a dirty tarp, tied down with twine, and smelled of forest and moss. The scent of the earth was strong, covering up the scent of whatever was really beneath that stretch of material. A gruff voice came from the blackness of the hood.

"Causin' trouble, are ya flame-master? Like a lighthouse in the dark of the sea, I could see ya."

Danave grinned, walking up to the carriage. Tempest stayed back, resisting the urge to n** at the horses' ankles as his charge rubbed the white one's snout.

"Hey," he greeted. "I hope you're fairing well?" He turned to the group. "This is Sebastian. He's the one in charge of the cargo. We're in charge of keeping both safe." He looked back to the man. "Where're the other people that you said would be with you?"

The monk-robes shook from side to side.

"They vanished," he replied simply. "Like moths in flame. I'm alone."

Danave grinned, clapped him on the arm.

"Well, good thing you decided to hire some hands, huh?" He asked, rubbing the same horse on its outer flank. "Don't worry - we'll take good care of ya."

"I hope so," Sebastian replied. "T'id be a shame to know any differently."

Danave stepped away from the horses and motioned to the group.

"All right. We'll wait for just a few more minutes for any stragglers. We shouldn't need more than five or six." He did a head count. "Hmm... Including the snake and myself, we got five people. I'd feel better with six. One more, I think. That should be enough."

((Babe, when did I ever tell you to use the D&D Monster Manual as your BIBLE? CHILL OUT. Not everything will be exactly like ******** Dungeons and Dragons. That's people's imagination just as this entire roleplay is mine.

So, here's a word of warning. One more D&D reference and I will personally clock you. ^-^ THAAAAAANKS~<3))

Cybil smiled idly, fiddling with her longbow string. It tended to loosen without proper attention paid to it. Since Cyb knew she couldn't afford that, she checked it every few minutes. When the carriage came, her eyes absolutely lit up. Horses! She loved horses.

She made her way up, not looking at either Danave or Sebastian - or, for that matter, much of anyone else. Her attention was entirely fixed on the horses. They were just so pretty! Gently, she began stroking one horse's neck, making soft sounds that the animal responded to in kind. It would be a wonder, judging from her current behaviour, if Cybil could keep her mind on her task for long enough to actually help protect the cargo.

She proved she was paying attention when Danave spoke again, however. She glanced up with a little, amused grin and asked, "And how many were you expecting to begin with?"