[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 1
Day 1
Locations: Forest in Erion
[@Dracolunaris] [@Loki Odinson] [@SuddenSardines]  [@Argetlam350] [@Hylozoist]
[b]Word Count:[/b] 550[/center]

While awaiting a reply from the bandicoot boss of Team One, Slayer received a request from Quina to fetch mushrooms should his scouting foray be approved.  The naivety of such a side-mission in a matter of possibly trans-dimensional importance made a wry smile appear on his face, and in a noncommittal fashion the vampire replied, [color=c0c0c0]”I shall keep an eye out.  My expertise in horticulture is limited, however, so I cannot make any promises.”[/color]  How would one even begin classifying the 'best' mushrooms?  Filthy things neither plant nor animal, known to spring from dirt whilst spreading a web of tendrils underground, did not tickle a gentleman's fancy.

His eyes returned to the swollen behemoth known as Brigan just as a mocking leer overtook the giant's features.  In an exhibition of exceptional rudeness, he shoved himself into the face of the timid, green-clad plumber whose name Slayer remembered to be Luigi, and without any restraint the general proceeded to ridicule the poor man.  Though composed as ever on the outside, Slayer ground his teeth, and his frown contained enough severity to give children nightmares.  Anyone whose focus lay somewhere besides the confrontation before them might notice the almost monstrous anger barely concealed beneath the vampire's dignified facade.  In addition, Brigan's colorful and ominous depiction of Odin did not seem to concern him in the slightest.  [color=c0c0c0]”The barbarity!”[/color] he murmured in a low tone.  [color=c0c0c0]”On what grounds does this uncivilized mountain of meat make sport of heroes sent to help him?  This is the basest, most repugnant sort of behavior I could imagine.”[/color]  Since Mario took action, though, Slayer felt no need to step in, and instead turned up his nose at the reek of the warrior's foul breath.  Only a moment later, Crash gave his assignment along with the others.  It appeared that his team would be tasked with the defeat of the infamous Shadow Knight Oswald—whoever that was.  All the same it wouldn't be the first time that the gentleman tussled with someone in armor, so the physical challenge did not concern him.  The crux of the battle would be figuring out what magical tricks this Oswald had up his metal sleeves.

Slayer glanced at the other teams of heroes, most already on the move.  If the forces did not intend on staying the night after all, then scouting ahead served no real purpose.  No matter.  The voices of Giving a shrug, he remarked, [color=c0c0c0]”Team Two is already planning to explore the perimeter.  No doubt they'll go about it faster than I, so instead I'll set my sights on the end of our road.  I will await you all at the Abandoned Castle, though I encourage you not to linger unnecessarily.  From what I gather, time is of the essence.  In fact, it may be wiser if we all depart together as soon as possible.  There is no telling what we may encounter.  Moreover, we will need to reach the Castle and at the very least distract our shadowy foe while Team Two pursues their objective within.  Shall we?”[/color]  Not waiting for a reply, since he'd already been given leave to scout ahead, Slayer turned to leave.  He walked at a brisk pace, but nothing that could be called undignified...or speedy.  Into the murky woods he strode, puffing his pipe.