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[Digital Hellhound]

Oh hell yes. We look badass. 

[Skyrunner]

...And I just realized it's supposed to be a long ponytail Dx Oh well. With a bun we go!

Still loveit <3

Who's the blue person? o.onvm.

I love Bowser, his red mane looks badass.

[Tiruin]

Of course, I am always late on delivery.

Sheet, is done.

. . .

Why are you mostly anti-social killers? D:

[Caellath]

Mine is an unfriendly, socially-awkward college student. Not a killer.

[Tiruin]

Mine is an unfriendly, socially-awkward college student. Not a killer.

Badass Normal...

Well, I can relate.

What I meant by that was...did (mostly) everyone take Charisma as the dump stat? 

Also, College student out-skills everyone else. XD

[Skyrunner]

I do not know what this 'charisma' you speak of is. Is it, perchance, an object of comestible qualities?

[Dexexe1234]

no no no, charisma is of course what you sell to the glazer goblins! Everyone knows that!

(In other news, finishing up the characters and posting the beginning soon! Keep your eyes peeled!)

[Tiruin]

-snip-

[Dexexe1234]

Turn 1, Day 1, ???




8 people, all from different stages of life, society and existence, all from different worlds, have found themselves together this day, in an odd land covered in a thick fog. For now, they are resting on the pedestals, but soon they will awaken, much to the surprise of each other and themselves. Their journey into this mysterious world begins now, as they all will experience...

A Change of Scenery.

[freeformschooler]

Dizzy. Uncomfortable. In pain. Where am I? What just happened? Is this one of the false god's tricks? No... the ground - the pedastal - beneath my feet feels as real as the prison just a few moments ago. It can't be a trick... nothing he's pulled this far has been this elaborate.

Despite her stone-cold exterior, Queen never enjoyed these periods of icy silence. She looked around in a circle at the rag-tag group of misfits and shook her head. Outsiders like me, surely. She took one, two then three steps off her pedestal and towards the cube in the center of the group.

: "Well? What's holding up the rest of you? I'm guessing, like I, none are from this land. Won't you, then, share in taking the first steps towards discovery?"

Queen took a few more steps forward and touched the cube with her right hand.

[Fortis]

The last thing he remembered was his warp pipe going off in the wrong direction, before the blackness hit. Now, his consciousness was slowly returning. Even without opening his eyes, he could tell this was not his fortress, nor the princess's palace. He was on his back, atop some stone thing, his spikes gouging into the smooth surface. Strange scents came to his big snout, strange plants, animals, and people. There was wind too, he could feel a gentle breeze on his scales. He heard a voice, a human woman from the sound of it, speaking from nearby.

Well, laying here like a stomped goomba wasn't going to get him anywhere. With a grunt, he levered himself off of his back and pushed himself upright. Opening his eyes, he saw several strange beings. He didn't recognize the species of most of them, but some were humans. None were Mario fortunately. Or that other tall green fellow that sometimes helped Mario, what's-his-name. Right, Luigi. Only one other seemed to be up and about at this point. He got to his feet and began stomping forward towards Queen. Was she the one who so rudely kidnapped him? He wasn't sure yet, but if she was a fellow prisoner, she might be useful. Enemy of my enemy and all that.

He pointed a claw towards Queen. "You. Human," Bowser began, speaking in an angry growl. Not angry at her in particular, but just angry in general at the situation. "What world is this? And who dares to bring me here? I'm gonna burn them to a crisp."

(No major actions, just Bowser waking up and talking to Queen. Also, as for being a low charisma killer, he's Bowser. Enough said.)

[Caellath]

It was the end, or so Nikolai thought. The cave pulled him in as he tried to hold on, spending his last moments in the world trying to grasp the rocky formations around the hole before finally blacking out mysteriously. His last thoughts involved wondering if he had already ran out of breath...Unlikely...

When he finally woke up, Nikolai saw the skies and the woods around him, as well as felt the pedestal under his body.
: "Well, I think I should be dead by now."
Head tilted in confusion, he finally stood up, fingers running through his hair and clothing only to confirm they were dry and the situation he was in - atop a pedestal and near several other people - seemed real. He didn't know any of them, but most if not all of them surely wouldn't be out of place in an otaku convention or...Was that Bowser? His eyes narrowed as he stared at the giant Koopa. Holy ****, he was probably tripping balls after death.

Either that or he had been actually teleported to a different dimension along with other people. His genre savviness and experience with games made him consider that option, but really, tripping balls after death seemed like a good explanation. The people who had started moving seemed as confused as he was, and he swiftly concluded that thinking about it wouldn't matter, deciding to embrace it instead. Whatever it was, be it an afterdeath illusion or a new magical world, there would be no other option than just be resolute and determined. After all, he never had heard of accidents anywhere near that cave before...

[Tiruin]

((Yay weakest character.  ))

Spoiler: Prologue (click to show/hide)

It was a cool, autumn morning. Sunlight was streaming through the clouds, falling down on the people below, illuminating their outlines and giving detail to their bodies and armor. All Aidan could see from eye to eye were his people at his side, and the majestic carriers that ferried him and his kin off to war.

With a flash of lightning and a roar of the seas, the situation all changed once the armies met, off the Crystal Coast. Fire, Rain, Pitch and Tar; all these he could smell as the clash turned into a full scale massacre - the weaponry, tactics and skill of each side outmatching the other in numerous, lethal ways.

He could feel his fingers moving swiftly over the harp, and his right hand clasped around the sabre as his people fought on near their impending doom. The music in the war - the only thing that seemed to sustain his fragile spirit from breaking. War was never a good omen, for all it brought were wailing widows, and broken men.

He was fortunate, it could be said, to have received a glancing shot to his playing arm, causing him to drop his harp and receive yet another in that span of time. The pain was intense, for the arrows were laced with crippling poison, and he felt his legs give way. He felt nothing but the spray of the sea and the cries of death as he fell.

Then, serenity. The coldness of the sea vanished, and he felt the rays of the warm sun yet again. He must be dead, surely so. Until he heard a rustling of leaves nearby, along with the refreshing feel of the wind caressing his beard.

Aidan opened his eyes to take in this new experience, and found out much to his surprise that he was lying supine on a strange platform, without two long sticks protruding from his arm, and without most of his belongings, save for his garb.

He sat up quickly and surveyed his surroundings, there were seven others arrayed in the same position, equidistant from a strange cube. Was this all a dying dream? It must be, for there were many creatures that he didn't recognize.

Yes, a dream. Mayhap, nothing here was real, so this must have meant a time for brief introduction.

He rotated his wrist, it seemed fine. It looked like a great day for death.

He stood up and brushed what dirt had fallen on his cloak before addressing the others, after listening to some of their dialogue.

"_{Pretty strange dream}. You all are interesting folk." he quickly said.

: "Well, I think I should be dead by now."

"From what land do you hail, sir?" He pointed the last question to the long-black haired man who seemed mildly disoriented. "Aren't we all dead, to ask your question back?"

((Also, that 'F' in my surname looks like a P.  ))

[freeformschooler]

He pointed a claw towards Queen. "You. Human," Bowser began, speaking in an angry growl. Not angry at her in particular, but just angry in general at the situation. "What world is this? And who dares to bring me here? I'm gonna burn them to a crisp."

Queen wasn't fazed. She could barely see Bowser under her hood, after all. And if she could, it wouldn't make much of a difference because he was just as confused as her. She spoke up to the beast while waiting to see if the cube would react.

: "Afraid I'm just as lost as you are, dear. Neither roar nor flame will solve your problem here." Queen blinked under her hood. "Hum... sound familiar, dear. Probably nothing."

[Caellath]

((Well, I guess the jacket ended up better dark gray rather than black. And I'm using the same green of the piece for my speech, if you don't mind.))

Nikolai turned his head to the bearded man with the strange-shaped ears - probably an elf - and answered as he examined the other fallen people. Most were very tall or simply larger than him.
: "I don't think you'd know where it is, but as for we being dead or not, I don't know. I just woke up, like you."

Examine the cube, touch it afterwards.