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[Talarion]

(( And, I return. @DigitalHellhound: Nothing is really that concrete right now, so all's good. The only part I have a minor (note: minor) problem with is the spirits parts. Could possibly be some field of magic, rather than magic as a whole? I'm trying to keep things... well, flexible.
Now... I need to start thinking of a character :3 ))

[Digital Hellhound]

((I intended it as a field of magic. It's just one of the strongest ones, as the wizards are binding beings of nearly pure magic to do their bidding instead of using their own powers. I guess it might also be one of the hardest to learn - they have to be careful in the wordings of their orders and bindings as well, so the spirits can't find and use any loopholes.))

[KaguroDraven]

((Fun fact:My character is a merchant who's been plotting to overthrow the king and nobles for some time now, becouse he's a power hungry prick mostly. He may or may not be responsible for what may or may not have been an assassination of the King))

[Talarion]

This... was not the day for Kaon Mayteirn. He was a Half-elf, with fair hair and skin, with steel-gray eyes. His high cheekbones and pointed ears identify him as an elf, but his rough features and wider build identify him as a human. And today? He was here for fun. Riots everywhere, lots of people scrabbling for power... It was perfect. Among his life, much enhanced from his elven heritage, he had seen many things. Most, he watched for his amusement. He was a shadow, always watching major events. He was skilled in a bow, skilled with a knife, and good enough with magic to pass by. And above all, he could blend. In a city, or in a forest, either side of his heritage supported him. Sometimes he was assassin, sometimes he was just a traveller. He was sitting on a roof, one part of the so called 'Highway of Thieves', watching the riots below him. The cloak he wore shimmered around him, the faint chameleon spell on it well worth the money he spent for it. "So... interesting." He saw a guardsman get seperated from the rest, and again, as the rioters slowly split them all up. He drew a piece of paper from inside his cloak, and started weaving a spell into it. Slowly, the paper stiffened and started to glow. With an expert flick of his wrist, he flung it into the crowd. It hit a rioter on the arm, and for a moment, the rioter was paralysed, toppling to the ground before regaining control. Of course, this had no effect on the riots, but it amused him. Everything he did these days was for amusement. He pulled up the hood of his cloak, smiling as he felt the enchantment blur his features into indistinction. A masterful illusion, if he said so himself. Took a year to work into the cloth, but... in his line of work, everything was worth it if he survived.

[adwarf]

((My character using a combination of Holy Magic, and the Demon's Magic to fight, but as you can see it has major consequences if used to long the demon takes his body, or when it gets sealed Asgard's body will pretty much fight itself to get the energy it needs resulting in him coughing up blood, and other more dangerous things if used long enough.))

[Strife26]

((My character has an introduction to roman style sword fighting and some skill with revolvers. That's about it.))

[Talarion]

(( My character is a few hundred years old, good at marksmanship and backstabbing, as well as various forms of magic, but he is complete crap at melee, so he's likely to try to stay at range and use magic/arrows to pick off his enemies in a fight. Or he'd just run. He does things for fun ^^ ))

[KaguroDraven]

((My guy has no fighting skill, he relys on his money and abilities to manipulate people to protect himself))

[Digital Hellhound]

((And mine is not a fighter at all, atleast not in the physical world. But I think we should show these things in writing instead.))

Bahat's mind raced at this new encounter. She scanned the street around her, looking for the strange man's accomplices. They always worked in groups - one man to distract or draw the victim to a side alley so the others could strike. They were in the middle of a street, in broad daylight! Did the land-dwellers hate her kind enough now to allow crime against them in public?

She realized the man was still staring. She hadn't answered the question. Bahat forced a smile on her lips. 'This is Serque. The capital of the land of Tyren. I think.'

The man's clothes looked strange and foreign. She considered the possibility that this man was the unfortunate victim of some magical accident. By habit, Bahat closed her hand around one of her talismans. It felt cold against her skin, signifying magic in the area.

[adwarf]

As Asgard wakes up he finds the floor covered in ashes, and says "There was way more than two dozen imps in here if there were just that many I wouldn't have passed out." he trails off as he notices the pool of black ichor on the floor were he was laying this is what had happened to his body since the demon was sealed in their for he had used his abilites so much that now he wa no longer human, but he was not yet a demon. After several seconds Asgard hears a crying noise coming from the corner of the room, adn when he goes to investigate he finds a young girl the first thing Asgard notices is that she is surronded by the aura of a demon, adn taht she was strong enough to survive the Dark Purifying Flame that he had filled the room with.

Asgard sat on the floor in front of her, and she looked up at him after several seconds of staring she screams "Please don't kill me !!!!!! I don't want to die yet I haven't doen anything wrong !!!!" Asgard quickly replied "Woah calm down I am not going to kill you I just want to ask whats the matter. Its alright I am just like you." he says as he lifts up his right arm showing the blessed chain, adn shackles that sealed the demon in him. The girl's eyes widen, and she asks him "Really you have a demon in you to ?!?! So am not alone in this world." hearing those last words Asgard let a smile cross his face, adn said "You are not alone now that I am here you can come with me, but the thing is you must realize that most people in this world will hate you, adn for the rest of your life it will be me, you, and the two demons sealed in us. Their is also the fact that for the rest of your life you will be a weapon fo teh Church just like me, and you will be forced to wear a seal sort of like mine, so that al people know you are a cursed human for the rest of both of our lives our only company will be the Clergymen who hate us, each other, and the people who fear us. Are you ready to take on this responsibility ?"

The girl looks eagerly in your eyes , she looked to be about nineteen which is about two years before Asgard's demon was sealed in him, after several moments of silence she jumps forward, and hugs Asgard saying "Thats fine with me after all you are the first person ever to show me kindness." Asgard looked at the girl wrapped around his torso, adn though For the rest of her life she will be my apprentice a weapon for the Church this is an act, so unforgivable. Looking up at the sky through a hole in the roof Asgard thought Before I die I swear I will free this girl from her curse even if it kills me, so that she may live a normal life. I will not let her be alone in this world like I am.

[Strife26]

Serque, Tyren. Strife committed the words to memory. Might be important. Strife noticed that he seemed to have worried the lady, still he judged that carrying on with the conversation was the best course of action. "I see, and how are you doing this day?"

[Kadzar]

((I'm thinking of joining this. I feel the political situation would mean there would be more use of an Adventurers Guild than in "You are a Lord", but the tone of this game is too serious for something that silly, so I'll probably make some sort of character who wishes to create an organization of do-gooders. But, anyway, I need to get some sleep now.))

[Digital Hellhound]

'Uhh... what?' Bahat blurted out. The man's question seemed genuine. Magical accident then, no doubt about it. Normal people didn't just ask strangers in the street how they were doing. Or to tell the truth, talk to her kind at all unless it was absolutely necessary.

'I, err.... who did you say you were again?'

[adwarf]

((So how do we plan on getting a bit of story into this, so far I am just fleshing out my Church Demon Hunter fluff, so any plans would be useful. Also please note the girl won't be able to use her powers like I can for a while since I almost killed her with taht Purifying Fire.))

[KaguroDraven]

((my guy will be leading the riots from behind the sceans until it's ready to be a full scale rebellion, for now))