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[Remalle]

Watching!

[DinosaurusRex_x]

Death to the weak!

[wolfchild]

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Name: Syrin the flesh Sculptor
Age: 23
Gender: Female

Description of self, including resumé, bio, appearance:

I am of the belief that undead are overrated, they have a hard time doing more than following orders to the letter, and there are well documented methods of dealing with them quickly and efficiently, I come to you with an alternative, living creatures, shaped as the creator wills and completely immune to the normal methods that good types bring to bear against undead, with many of the same advantages; immunity to pain, no need for sleep and complete loyalty . In addition quite unlike undead, these creatures heal themselves over time.

As for myself; I was and instrumental part in the summoning of the flesh-maw of Dark-Reach Bay, previously known as holiday beach.
, My creations have been used in multiple good-will projects, the most notable being the rebuilding of triangle Island after it's conquest.
, I AM a team environment
, Believe that terror is having a loved one turned into a machine of war which then goes on to attack your settlement.
and believe that it is time to bring my trade to a wider audience

Physical Description:
Short and relatively attractive, Syrin has black hair and pale-pale skin, she wears the regulation skimpy clothing for female, evil spell-casters and enjoys the effect she has on men. She is constantly followed by her currently favourite creation, it was once a man, with massive bony plates growing on a majority of its body, it is grotesquly muscled and has been specially changed to be able to perform a horrendously evil laugh, as a compensation for Syrin's inability to laugh well. It is also generously endowed in the pleasure area and is Syrin's prime form of emotionless stress relief.

Physical and mental abilities— (six points is a +1, while each point is a 16% chance of a +1. All abilities start from -1, which is a 100% chance of -1. You have 12 points.)
Strength-0 (used for physical attacks as well as strength)
Intelligence-0 (used for rolling stuff like Think Of Way To Activate Superweapon)
Agility-0 (used for dodging and hitting)
Charisma 0 (used for talking with people and persuading or intimidating. Also doubles as a measure of will.)
Magic +4 (used for, obviously, magic rolls*)
Legion +2 (gives bonuses in combat rolls of the Legions you lead)

Skills

Magic-1 (Flesh Sculpting, Syrin shapes still living or recently living matter, this is agonisingly painful if Syrin does not put effort into making it not so, she typically mutates things into almost mindless creatures open to suggestion from herself.
Bolas-2
Brain washing-2
Attractiveness-1

[Skyrunner]

(Note: add, in spoilers, relevant notes such as stats or inventory and name after each post for my convenience please :3)

Disilyne sat in his throne room, in a small silver throne with a plushy cushion on the seat. The big, foreboding, black, rock, evil, desecrated throne, on the other hand, was sitting empty and dusty next to him. Thus, Disilyne's silver throne was rather off-center and also small. The very reason he did not sit on the throne that oozed liquid evil was precisely because it was. He did not want to kill himself or go insane from it. Every season, he had exactly one maid dust the throne. Each time, as soon as the dusting was complete the maid went insane and had to be subdued by one feather* of Legion. Often, the maid started speaking of grave and apocalyptic prophesies, but he had the Legion who subdues the maid wear beeswax earplugs to avoid hearing it**.
He sifted through the five beige hemp folders and called for a secretary to send the letters.

They read as thus in a carefully rendered gothic handwriting:

Spoiler: Mr. Navarre Adhel (click to show/hide)

To one Mr. Navarre Adhel,
  Your letter has been received and the resumé reviewed. It is in my pleasure to inform you of your document-wise acceptance and wish to instruct you to travel with all due haste to the Castle of Disilyne. Present this letter to the guards and they shall guide you to the throne room. I expect to see you in no less than one month.

    —With all pleasure, Disilyne, Evil Overlord, The Other Dark One, the Merciless Slaughtermaster, the Harbinger of Chaos, the Diabolic Tactican, the Designer of Hells, etc etc

Spoiler: Ms. Tali Stoneblack (click to show/hide)

To one Ms. Tali Stoneblack,
  Your letter has been received and the resumé reviewed. It is in my pleasure to inform you of your document-wise acceptance and wish to instruct you to travel with all due haste to the Castle of Disilyne. Present this letter to the guards and they shall guide you to the throne room. I expect to see you in no less than one month.

    —With all pleasure, Disilyne, Evil Overlord, The Other Dark One, the Merciless Slaughtermaster, the Harbinger of Chaos, the Diabolic Tactican, the Designer of Hells, etc etc

Spoiler: Mr. Smiercklopot Smear (click to show/hide)

To one Mr. Smiercklopot Smear,
  Your letter has been received and the resumé reviewed. It is in my pleasure to inform you of your document-wise acceptance and wish to instruct you to travel with all due haste to the Castle of Disilyne. Present this letter to the guards and they shall guide you to the throne room. I expect to see you in no less than one month.

    —With all pleasure, Disilyne, Evil Overlord, The Other Dark One, the Merciless Slaughtermaster, the Harbinger of Chaos, the Diabolic Tactican, the Designer of Hells, etc etc

Spoiler: Ms. Syrin F. S. (click to show/hide)

To one Ms. Syrin F. S.,
  Your letter has been received and the resumé reviewed. It is in my pleasure to inform you of your document-wise acceptance and wish to instruct you to travel with all due haste to the Castle of Disilyne. Present this letter to the guards and they shall guide you to the throne room. I expect to see you in no less than one month.

    —With all pleasure, Disilyne, Evil Overlord, The Other Dark One, the Merciless Slaughtermaster, the Harbinger of Chaos, the Diabolic Tactican, the Designer of Hells, etc etc

Spoiler: Mr. Foron Mezor (click to show/hide)

To one Mr. Foron Mezor,
  Your letter has been received and the resumé reviewed. It is in my pleasure to inform you of your document-wise acceptance and wish to instruct you to travel with all due haste to the Castle of Disilyne. Present this letter to the guards and they shall guide you to the throne room. I expect to see you in no less than one month.

    —With all pleasure, Disilyne, Evil Overlord, The Other Dark One, the Merciless Slaughtermaster, the Harbinger of Chaos, the Diabolic Tactican, the Designer of Hells, etc etc

It goes without saying that Disilyne himself did not print a single letter of that paper, and only signed each one. When all five people arrive at the castle, they will be all summoned to the throne room and briefed together.

(Post an action of how you arrive at the castle. Do you walk in through the gates like a normal, sensible and non-insane person? Do you crash-land on the ceiling somehow and drill your way into the throne-room?)

(I also feel slightly seriously guilty about not picking the others <.<)

*One feather is twelve Legion troops. One wing consists of one thousand feathers. However, for reasons unknown evil overlords tend to avoid fielding whole wings of Legion, mostly due to the logistics involved and also because having too many troops tended to be detrimental to the overall combat ability. Just look at a typical group of Legion fighting a party of heroes: they break off and attack one by one instead of rushing at once.

**For thus the great and probably insane archmage Schrodo said, an unheard prophesy wasn't even made at all.

[Dwarmin]

Tali Stoneblack read the letter before it left the castle, her eyebrows curling in practiced villainous amusement.

Since she had already been impersonating Emlyn Dingus Blastingcap, The Diplomatic Envoy from the Dark Gnomes, made this fact quite simple. Tali stuffed one last box of liquored dark chocolate scorpions (A regional Elvish treat her favorite lass had got her hooked on) in the magic vest-of-lots-pockets and abruptly made her way to the throne room.

Honestly, the Dark Gnomes hadn't even sent a Diplomatic envoy! The Dark Lord really needed to work on anti-counterfeiting measures for his seal of approval.

Action: Tali Stoneblack promptly walks into the Dark Lords throne room and reveal she's been here the whole time

Spoiler:  Villainous Resources (click to show/hide)

Physical and mental abilities—
Strength     1
Intelligence  3
Agility         3
Charisma     1
Magic         -1
Legion        -1

Skills—
: One-hand Axe       2
: Sneaking              2
: Betrayal               2

Inventory—
:Dual Handaxes (on waist) Cruelly edged...
:Dark Gnome Disguise (Being Worn) Somehow makes less Tali seem less threatening, to the point of hardly being noticeable at all.
:Magic vest-of-lots-pockets (Being Worn) Really, it's got a lot of pockets.
--Box of liquored dark chocolate scorpions (Stored in Vest) Tasty, but watch out for the stingers!
--Betrayin' Dagger (Stored in Vest) Barbed for extra pain of betrayal
--Villianess Perfect Hair Deluxe Shampoo (Stored in Vest) Keeps your hair Jet Black and Bouncy
--Forgery Kit (Stored in Vest) Given to her by the Dark Lord himself, look his signature is right there

[exolyx]

That just makes me feel worse, as I previously said in a panic of forgetfulness, I am going to be gone the next week.
Err, I guess i should be moved to a waitlist, Or play until the vacation, and have someone non-playing take over? I'm really sorry about that.
Your call on waitlist or temporary other-control, GM.

[Caellath]

((@Nirur Torir: Attributes start at -1))

Narthendar re-read the letter with interest, taking a look down once and a while. His legs were bent and clenched around a support beam by the Dark Lord's castle and he was upside down, hanging from it carefreely. The youth had surreptiously infiltrated the place some nights before after receiving the letter from the messenger midway through the castle.

Narthendar had been good at going unnoticed his whole life as long as he hid his ears and tail, and even here it was no problem. He had been eating in the castle's kitchen from time to time with the servants (they seemed simple enough to be his kind of people) as well as sparring with the soldiers of the property. The Dark Lord was probably genre savvy enough to know about him and every single other candidate who had infiltrated the castle walls, but he could as well take advantage of the early opportunity to create bonds with the common people who lived in the state.

He let go of the beam and kicked the wall, rolling when he hit the ground near the castle. Well, time to get going into the throne room. But he was doubtful about showing the documents to the guards. It could as well be a trap...but he supposed obeying his new employer was important. He performed a last-minute check on his burnt copper-colored armor (roughly the color of the fur on his tail and ears), black cape and gleaming weapons to make sure they were pristine before finally slipping into the staircase.

Narthendar obeys the protocol and presents the documents to the guards, some of who had already seen him, and walks into the throne room before respectfully acknowledging the Dark Lord: "I was asked to and so I have come."

Spoiler: Navarre Adhel's Status (click to show/hide)

Name: Navarre Adhel
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Physical and mental abilities
Strength: 0 (1/12)
Intelligence: 0 (1/12)
Agility: 0 (1/12)
Charisma: 0 (1/12)
Magic: 3 (4/12)
Legion: 3 (4/12)
Skills
: Magic: 1 - Combat Magic/Restoration: Is based on combat by the use of mundane weapons, including altering the human body. It varies from enpowering attacks and enhancing the user's body to achieve more speed and strength to summoning weapons, even if exactly inside an enemy's blood vessels. It is also able to restore damaged bodies and matter back to their original form (restoration), allowing the repair of weapons and an efficient way of healing.
: Spears (and similar implements of PAIN) - 3
: Natural Leadership (inspiring troops to fight under his banner, even enemy soldiers) - 1
: Instant Counterattack - 1
Inventory
: "Castellum", Masterfully Crafted Knight Armor (Burnt Copper Color) - Obtained by Navarre in one of his most recent adventures, the armor was "borrowed" from a vault of rare items. It is composed of one layer of surface-hardened steel and another of runic inscriptions, to grant minor magic defense. The surface of its smooth metal gleams, the polished metal showing the work spent onto it, with curve double shoulderguards and an elevated collar for neck protection, along with an elegant helmet. It is not too heavy, and Navarre can move freely in it, causing him to consider it "light". The armor was probably created for a hero of justice or neutral hero, due to the regal air it grants the wearer, and a small space Narthendar found by dislocating one of the back plates allows him to keep his tail outside when he wants to.
: Black Cape - The obligatory cape to complement an armor, it is of a pearly black with a set of black fur around the neck of the wearer.
: Black Cloak - When the cape is not enough.
: "Relictus" Black Spear - Spear mostly made of a darkened metal, with jagged teeth at the base of the piercing and slashing tip to latch onto the enemy. The handle is made of metal, and its resilience allows the spear to be used both to attack and to defend against incoming blows.
: Pikes' Quiver - Quiver containing shorter-than-usual pikes with a needlelike tip to perforate armor and flesh alike. Narvendar uses his skill with spears and pikes to throw them as a ranged attack, occasionally enpowering them with magic to assist in the process of destroying tougher targets.
: Leather Pouches and Backpack - Hold the supplies bag and anything he may find.
-Supplies Bag - Contains basic survival rations, such as a waterskin filled with water, dried fruits, salted food, flint and steel, a measure of good firewood, a length of rope with an attached grappling hook...survival stuff.
: Hawk's feather quill, ink and parchments -He learned how to write quite well.
: Blacksmithing Kit - Simple kit, work better to repair than to forge.
: Small Cooking Set - Implements for cooking, includes herbs and seasoning material. Someone who lives alone has to learn how to cook their food when eating in restaurants is not an option.
: Armor, Clothing and Higiene Maintenance Kit
Appearance: Narrow-slitted, blue eyes and very long, pitch black straight hair. Clear, lightly pale skin, lean body usually stuck inside good-quality clothing (long-sleeved white shirts with a black vest over them, brown leather pants and boots). Has dog ears, a long tail and mannerisms which he usually tries to hide.

[Skyrunner]

((Uh... Ok, then IronyOwl's Maldavia shall also be accepted, and you Exolyx can drop out when you can't play and maybe join later if you want.))

[Nirur Torir]

((The first number was the points set into them, the second number was the effects. It amounted to the same thing, and was less confusing to track. I'll switch the positions of the numbers so it's more obvious.))

Smear, who had been in the town nearest the castle, was enjoying his morning bowl of porridge when the letter arrived. He promptly finished the bowl, responsibly left the last of his rent money on the table, and left the building carrying a box of horse bones. He reanimated them in the street, frowned at the result, and retrieved a few pillows from the house he had been staying in (Which he also left money for). After arranging them as comfortably as he could, he rode to the castle, dismounted, and let one of the guards lead him to the throne room. Another guard appeared utterly unperturbed by the horse skeleton that followed him with its gaze.

Spoiler: Smear's status (click to show/hide)

Name: Smiercklopot (My past employers tended to call me 'Smear.')

Attributes:
Strength     -1
Intelligence  0 (1 point)
Agility         -1
Charisma     0 (1 point)
Magic         +1 (7 points)
Legion        +2/6 (3 points)

Skills:
Magic: 1 (Necromancy and Soul magic)
Tactics: 2
Public Relations: 1
Truth refabrication: 2

Inventory:
Black robes
Black hooded cloak
Spare black robes
Spare black hooded cloak
Human bone finger wand of necromancy
Ritualistic Sacrifice Knife (highly ornamental and utterly useless in combat)

[IronyOwl]

((Yay! Who needs a tank when you can have a combat-inept bard instead? ))


Ideally, Maldavia would have liked to enter surrounded by fawning courtiers and sycophants, displaying ostentatious wealth and luxury. As it stood, she didn't really have any of those- she sort of used to in the cult, of course, but she could hardly go back there to recruit minions, and besides most of them probably weren't very good at it.

So, she'd have to settle for just walking in very elegantly. Everyone had to start somewhere, right?

Maldavia elegantly but rather mundanely comes in through the front door, obeying all protocols and such. Boring, but it gets the job done.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Maldavia

Strength -1
Intelligence 0
Agility -1
Charisma 4
Magic 2
Legion 2

Magic 1 - Blood/Life Force Magic. Maldavia calls upon the vital power of life force itself to accomplish her goals. All living things have some amount of this, and more importantly some amount to spare, but it's especially strong in Maldavia due to her heritage (possibly including the human half, being an accomplished demonic cultist). It can also, and somewhat more famously, be fatally harvested from other living things, where it usually collects in and has an affinity for blood and other vital spots, such as the heart. It can also be nonfatally or even nonharmfully harvested, of course, resulting in anything from weakness or coma to no visible effects at all, but that obviously yields much less at a time.
Maniacal Laughter 1
Public Relations 1
Torture 1
Attractiveness 2


Elegant Dress: Red, to match her hair and eyes and leave absolutely no doubt that she's some sort of villain.
Red High Heels: Designed to make her appear taller and more elegant, as well as make sharper, more distinctive sounds when walking. Not really recommended for use in combat.
Feathered Hand Fan: Nothing says "I am expected to do nothing but sit here and act pretty and bored" like a fancy fan in moderate weather.
Bronze Makeup Kit: Generally reserved for special occasions, like very formal balls or extremely difficult-to-seduce heroes.
-Silvery Amethyst Ring-: A nice silver band with an emerald-cut amethyst set in it. Given to her by a rather charming nobleman who later fell for some other, not even demonic tart. Still, at least she has some fancy jewelry now.

[wolfchild]

Syrin was just finishing her current project when the letter arrived, the marvelous creation used to be a woman who had said rude things behind syrin's back and was now a marvellous winged monster of venomous death. She is gleeful at the prospect, but then realises that she needs a way to get there. While syrin prefers to work on people she can work on animals too should it be necessary, she purchases a horse with the money her winged death gave her and turned it into a 6 legged, sticky footed, carnivorous, armoured and bladed tailed mount which could go for days before needing to eat and then travelled the the dark lords castle, entering the proper way, flanked by her creations. after giving the stable keeper instructions for the care of her new mount, it really needed a name.

Spoiler:  The Flesh Crafter's hoard/horde (click to show/hide)

Inventory:
3 Lead Bolas
5 sets of regulation clothes in various clolours
A woman's purse (full contents unknown)

Minions:
 - Mount (Carnivorous, armoured, spider-climb)
 - Chucckles (Extra strong, armoured, Can do evil laugh)
 - Winged Death (Wings instead of arms, poisonous tail, face still exactly as it was  so people know this was human)


Strength-0
Intelligence-0
Agility-0
Charisma 0
Magic +4
Legion +2
Skills

Magic-1 (Flesh Sculpting, Syrin shapes still living or recently living matter, this is agonisingly painful if Syrin does not put effort into making it not so, she typically mutates things into almost mindless creatures open to suggestion from herself.
Bolas-2
Brain washing-2
Attractiveness-1

[Caellath]

((Tweaked my post, the inventory is lacking but will be added later.))

[Tiruin]

((Well, great.

Timezones and a current storm stops me from posting up.

Going in on the waitlist then.  ))

[exolyx]

I really don't know at all how to work out my little situation- Curse you lack of foresight!

[Skyrunner]

Disilyne looks at the face of the "diplomat" Emlyn. Through his helmet slats, he seemed to be slightly surprised. His expression then changes to what might be sheepishness.

"Uh... so you were ...

"... Impressive."
He looked away, then heard the knocker of the throne room doors being sounded.
He then watched four guards escort two people into the room, a person who had a strange head profile, who should be Navarre, and a woman with strikingly bright red hair, Maldavia. He nods at Navarre and motions towards the guards to step back. A single guard entered, utterly unperturbed and, in fact, absolutely ducky, guiding Smear to the throneroom.

Finally, two monsters entered the room, both twisted and warped by some dark art, but roughly human in shape. It was obvious that they were no deed of the Light, and their mere presence seemed to desecrate the air in the room, as much as they could with the black throne looming over them. Their silhouette was rather lumpy, even for a mutant; after a bit of staring, a scantily clothéd and petite woman's shape can be distinguished from the two brutes flanking her.

"Well," the Evil Overlord, Destroyer of Nations, Other Dark One, Merciless Slaughtermaster, Harbinger of Chaos et al. said.
He cleared his throat and tried again. His voice took on the strange quality evil overlords tended to have, booming across the room and echoing off the architecture.
"WELL. IT SEEMS THAT YOU ARE ALL HERE. I MUST INFORM YOU THAT BEFORE YOU MAY START ON THE PRACTICAL PORTION OF YOUR INTERVIEW, THERE ARE TWO RULES TO OBEY IN THIS CASTLE. ONE, YOU DO NOT THINK OF SITTING ON THE BLACK THRONE. TWO, YOU DO NOT THINK OF SITTING ON THE BLACK THRONE. I AM REASONABLY CERTAIN THAT YOU HAVE A NINETY-NINE PERCENT CHANCE OF GOING CRAZY WITH PURE UNADULTERATED EVIL, AND A ONE PERCENT CHANCE OF DYING.

"WITH THAT TAKEN CARE OF, WELCOME TO THE CASTLE OF I, DISILYNE, EVIL OVERLORD ETC ETC. THE PRACTICAL PORTION OF YOUR INTERVIEW WILL MEASURE HOW WELL YOU CAN CARRY OUT THE WILL OF I, DISILYNE, EVIL OVERLORD ETC. ALL FIVE OF YOU SHALL RECEIVE SEALED SECRET DIRECTIVES THAT ARE YOUR PERSONAL GOALS, AND ONE COMMON DIRECTIVE THAT ALL OF YOU WILL WANT TO ACHIEVE TOGETHER IN ORDER TO RECEIVE FULL MARKS. THE COMMON OBJECTIVE IS THUS: Enter the small town of Fade and remove the Paladins that are menacing the local populace. You must not kill any peasants without good reason. IT IS FAIRLY STRAIGHTFORWARD AND EASY. ALSO, YOU ARE ALLOWED TO INTERFERE IN OTHER PEOPLES' OBJECTIVES, BUT NOT BY HARMING THEM."

He paused, then added,
"Don't be too harsh on the leader: she is an old friend, if you get my gist."

The Evil Overlord nodded to himself.

"QUESTIONS?"

((Your secret objectives will be PM'd!
Also, from this update, my timezone will change to GMT+9, so all updates will be done in the middle of the night xD))