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[Haspen]

All sheets dun. I will start ze game in few hours :v

[Salsacookies]

Name: Wally McGlutton
Type:GHOUL
HP:24/24
MP:9/9
Base Attack:Rotting Claws: Blade, melee, 1d4+3, poison on hit
Trait:Devourer: After killing an enemy, recovers up to 4HP.
Skills:
Feral Strength
Fiendish Strength
Monstrous Strength
Spell: Drain
MP Bonus I
MP Bonus II
Basic Fighter
Skillful Dodging
Inventory: Milk Bottle
Bio: He was a simple villager, with a slight cannibalist issue. He was discovered enjoying a meal, labeled a ghoul, and killed. He then became a ghoul, and killed them. Funny how cycles work

[Haspen]

I already have 4 players v:

[Haspen]

Just a little more...

A little more...

MORE....

YES I'M FREE- *CLONK* Goddamned prison shielding. Hmm. I sense the disturbance in the Light, anyways. Let's exploit this, let's....

[*insert Tardis-like teleportation noises*].

"Now listen, you four. You shall exterminate the pests of Light that guard this vault. This will be first step in my resurrection and conquest of the World. Now go, my dearies, and wreak havoc."

Suddenly, a batman, a skeletor, a wraith and a troll found themselves outside their usually, darkness-filled prisons and were in another prison; a small stone chamber with runic circle on the floor, and a glowing crystal on the ceiling that was illuminating the room with dim, blue light.

Noises of several someones were coming from the only door leading outside the chamber; laughter, singing and such disgusting, hideous, happy sounds, eugh!

[SeriousConcentrate]

Solomon became aware of his new surroundings, seemingly first among his new... allies. Taking the form of a spectral man, bald, with a devil-like pointed goatee and a high-collared robe, he crossed his arms over his chest. "This is the new army? A barely animated skeleton, a dimwitted troll, a manbat, and the diminished wraith of the warlock Solomon Luna. Hmph. Very well. We shall make do with what we have. I will go first and see where we are."

His form shifted, losing features and drawing in on itself until he was a tightly compacted ball of blue translucent fire. The wisp moved toward the door and down to the key-hole, then started toward it, as if to pass through...

(Not sure if I actually can do that sort of thing, so, leaving it up to Hasp's discretion.)

[Tiruin]

Taking the form of a spectral man, bald, with a devil-like pointed goatee[...]

((We are getting into that evil look! ))

"You check, I'll be giving a nice treat. I'm Chi, by the way. I wonder if you're afraid of fire, Mister Troll? It's a bit too dark here."

Fiery Aura @ Cline; though if not going into combat next turn, change to: Shadowshroud @Wraith.

[Skyrunner]

Solomon became aware of his new surroundings, seemingly first among his new... allies. Taking the form of a spectral man, bald, with a devil-like pointed goatee and a high-collared robe, he crossed his arms over his chest. "This is the new army? A barely animated skeleton, a dimwitted troll, a manbat, and the diminished wraith of the warlock Solomon Luna. Hmph. Very well. We shall make do with what we have. I will go first and see where we are."

"We see who dimwit when punch into pieces," Cline says, not processing the fact that ghosts can't be smashed into pieces the normal way.

"Smash!"

Prepare to smash door open.

[Haspen]

The door asploded under the mighty fists of Cline, leaving Solomon no keyhole to really squeeze through.

Behind the door, there was a corridor, few meters long, ending with a door. The sounds were now louder and definitely coming from behind that one door.

They were almost certainly hooman voices, with an exception of such high-pitched voice that it could only belong to one of elfs-kind.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Soloman glared at Cline - or, at least, as well as a featureless sphere could glare - and zipped ahead to scout this one before the troll took it into its head to smash this door too. A smart man always assessed the situation before capitalizing on it.

[Haspen]

Solomon, peeking through the keyhole of the next door, could see four humans, rather young and clad in some armor that forces of darkness haven't seen yet - 'twas made of metal rings connected together. Vast improvement over the leathers and shells that hoomans used two millenia ago. Prolly dwarvenwork, for sure.

They were drinking and eating at a table, while an elf amongst them, a lady dressed in cloth and with bow slung over her shoulder, sang them a song, something about stars and moon and love and other such topics dangerous to the ears of proper Dark ones.

[Parsely]

Guin was busy making sure his pieces were all on straight. He put my ass on backwards. Can you believe that? You'd think a guy who spends all his time around dead people would know a thing or two about asses. He turns his legs and spins his upper body around 180 degrees. That's better.

He picks up his scabbard and belts it on, letting it sit inside his hips, then approaches the door. He pops his skull off and holds it next to the keyhole. Hey no problem, I can take care of this! I think-? Guin pops off his pinky bone and uses it to quietly jimmy the lock.

[Haspen]

The bone breaks after much vigorous wriggling inside mechanism that clunked about.

"D'ya hear that?" A voice called from behind the door, and the rest of voices, along with the singing elf lady, suddenly went silent.

[Parsely]

Guin holds up his broken pinky. :I

[Skyrunner]

Time for Cline to act!

SMASH DOOR. VORACIOUSLY!

[Tiruin]

"Fiery temper you got there. Ahah, fire! Get it?"

Chi swooped around and caught herself by the wall, facing Cline's destined target.

"Ooooo, shiny!"
Fiery Aura @ CLINE.