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Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Ailen sighed and nodded. "I would like to hope that the mines were the target but I dont know.... Perhaps both were. The mines being the main target,.... Silvia just being Collateral.... But why would the mines be targeted?.... GTC is only on this planet because of the mines right?... Why else come to a dying planet. So who would gain at blowing it up..." He then shrugged. "Alright,.... Lets take that avenue,... I mean we still have to find those responsible. Whether she was the target or not. Terrorism has occurred here no matter how you look at it. If only all our cameras were up... The clues would likely be in those spots..... Perhaps I just need to sit down and relax." He said...... He sat down and looked towards Craig sitting down next to the Twins. Maybe they had nothing to do with it. They could be playing with the idea that he hates them. Well not hate,... Just dislikes.

He looked over at his desk and saw the pendant he was working on. He then got up and moved over to it and grabbed it and the tools and proceeded out. "Going to go relieve Craig. Maybe he will find something ,or not.... I dont care anymore. Whoever planned it out planned it good." He said. Plus his paranoia just got him in a hole. Oh well whats been done is done. He took the elevator down and began to think of the whole situation. Why did I become security again?.... Once he got to the commissary. He approached. "Alright ladies lets head back to the Mor. Hope the soup was good. Prefer the instant stuff really. Then again I can't cook worth shit so maybe thats my problem." He might as well do the job he was given. He wanted to help out more then just watch the twins. Maybe they wanted this. Knowing how he disliked them. Perhaps they preyed on it and they wanted him gone so used his weaknesses so he would do something stupid and get himself transferred. Well plan worked. One less person to worry about. He sighed as the depression kicked in. " I need a psychiatrist...... Maybe this arm isnt doing its job and I am going mad." He mumbled the last parts.

Back at the mines. The moment Karras was set he moved in until suddenly a strange urge came over him. He then moved to the side of the vent and threw up a bit. Damn,... How do the talents not want to throw up after that. Then again maybe they did and just swallowed it. He began to move within the vents going deeper and deeper. He did not like this place. It gave him a bad feeling. Why did this shit have to happen. Why now,... Things were just now getting better. Now this.... It seems as if it aint one thing it's another. He drew out his sword for comfort more then to use. He just told himself not to swing at the first thing he saw. Silvia was the only life sign though.... So why did it give him the creeps. It was the crystals,... It had to be.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Being transfered didnt sound half as bad really. Then again he didn't want to be transferred. Craig was most likely serious, he always was. The transfer was coming. He figured he should look at it in a positive way. Even though there was nothing positive about it. He then felt his mind begin to think. "Why did they do it then,.... What did they want to prove or do..... Further more the explosion in the mine is too conveniant.... What bothers me is they chose the time when she would be there. Meaning the person involved had to know...." He said. The people involved had to know exactly when she would be there. "Silvia told Craig here that she would visit the mines right instead of me right?" He asked and people nodded. So the only people who knew where people in this room. They knew she would go and they knew the time as well.

Someone in the Mor tried to kill Silvia in that mines or keep her there for a reason. He began looking around letting the paranoia set in. He pulled up the comm again. "How many people knew Silvia was going to the mines..." He asked Craig. He then looked to a basic. "Pull up all the names of people who where here at the time." He wanted to investigate. Craig needed help doing so..."see i was supposed to go down there instead... I got this feeling if I had no explosion would have occured." He said again into the com. With the Twins distracted with small talk. He could figure out something and investigate. He was wasted watching over the twins.... So was Craig but.... I just dont like twins.

He was handed the crew manifest and looked at it. He he went through the camera footage making a mental check on all present at the tims Silvia made it known that she would go to the mines instead of Ailen. Everyone on the manfiset seemed present at the time. Those whose shift it was at the time of course. He then began to look around the room...... Trying to figure out something clever. If someone set off that explosion they might still be there and wint be present here..... So who was it. He began to look at who signed in with the elevator codes today... Trying to see if there were anything irregular. He checked everything not just those in the mor but those in the tower. Either someone here was missing someone told a person in the outside that she was going to be there. He would then begin looking at movement of the crew here on the camera as they moved about the tower when off duty or on their way to their shift.

Someone knew she was going. It was too perfect.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

The Tower

Ailen smiled as his commander and chief left the room. Okay now that he is gone. He rose up and began looking around the room. "Now as you all know when those cameras went out that was it.... I did not hear no elevator opening or closing. Those Twins got out some how... lets find out how they did it."

He reached up the comlink and spoke into it. "Sorry Craig,... um..." He looked to the camera seeing that he had sat next to the twins. "Could you move out of ear shot from them...." He said "Just trust me, this is part of my plan." He added. He wanted him with the twins... he couldn't stand them nor could he do this. Once he saw Craig had moved he continued. "Keep those two distracted, I want to find out how they left the Mor without us knowing or hearing it." He said. His job was protecting the twins, but right now he had bigger concerns. He looked to a Basic. "Okay with that black crystal shut down I don't expect anymore tricks up there sleeves,... show a maping of every air duct and passageway in this room and plop it on the main screen here." He said. Sorry Craig ,but I need to do this. Go ahead and transfer me, your going to thank me by the time this is all over.

The Mines

The Jun'Krama did not even wait for them to finish. He knew what was at stake. He moved to one of his horses and hopped on. "Take me to it I will do what is needed for my people to survive." He said. He then gestured for them to lead the way. "We aint got no time to waste... no telling when those vents will quit on us again."

The Forests of Death (Dead)

@Salt Me Senpai A little short in my tastes but I will accept it.

Will tell you what I told the other two,... this is a casual roleplay, each post has to be at least a paragraph. However, if you post a series of paragraphs that are small and still makes your post still seemingly good in size, then I will accept that too.

This is 3.5e not 5e,.... orcs can still worship Gruumsh but they do not have to. They do not hear his voice at all in 3.5e unless the one great one eyes has taken a interest in him.

Also I am the GM,.... you can comunicate and take over certain npcs, but npcs I create are strictly forbidden. If a deity contacts your character you will know because I play the role of the deities. Each and every single one of them.

Do not post something like Plateface,.... I have zero tolerance for that. With that said, enjoy the role play.... put your intro in the ic.

Note: Just like Inertia's character,... you don't have to start in town. You could be in a makeshift camp you created up the road some keeping warm from a fire.

Also this is a temperate zone,... it gets cold at nights. Might want to do something about that for your character.

The Plague (Dead)

Yumiko sighed and took up the 9mm and then moved beside Danica... "Can you punch Toji too?... seems like we were both cursed with being stuck in a zombie apocolypse with a coward.... can't stand why we couldn't have a group like that one in the walking dead...." She said. She sighed and looked to Armand. She rose a finger up and moved to a storage shelf and pulled out some medicine. She tucked the gun in her pocket turning the safety on... Only you can prevent premature shots to the femur artery. She then opened the top, the medicine having a azure color to it. She then tried to explain and looked to Zomura... "You know Albanian?... can you translate to him what I say?" She asked Zomura nodded and went over. His accent was horrible but it would have to do. "Okay this will sting a little at first,... nothing to bad, but it will soothe the pain and maybe fix up the... um... um whats the word? Headache?... you understand right?" She asked him.

Zomura stepped up and repeated what she said in Albanian to Armand. "Mirë kjo do të djeg pak në fillim, asgjë të keqe , por ajo do të zbutur dhimbjen dhe ndoshta fix up, um whats fjala ? Dhimbje koke ?" He then paused and then continued. "ju e kuptoni apo jo?" The man could probably understand english but what ever. Yumiko moved Armand's hand out of the way and began to apply the medicine. "Sorry,..." She said if he had made any sound of discomfort. She was a priestess of a shrine after all. She had learned many things from her grandfather and father on how to make medicine. She closed the top and began to pocket a lot of her the medicine in her cabinet including bandages. She knew they would need some. Zomura took up the bag for her once she was done.

He then nodded and gestured. "Well lets get going,..." He said. As he began to lead them out. They couldn't take a car but that would make it slightly more easier actually sense it would save time. They were not going back down the steps. The forest outside of Tokyo connected to this shrine. They could take a shortcut and get there easily. He lead them in that said direction. "So,... you got any friends comrade" He said as he looked to Armand. "Anyway of contacting them? You can try at the compound and tell them where your at. We could use more bodies." The more bodies the better. There were safety in numbers and more so when a zombie apocolypse was going on.... he learned from zombie flicks that being alone was very stupid.

Toji frowned at what Yumiko said and it stung him. He should be supportive right now,... not crying like a little bitch. He would have to step up for that. He needed to be useful and right now he was in the same catagory as Sean... Luckily Yumiko did not break his jaw like Danica did. Even he felt that.

Uncle Tsu nodded to them as they seperated. "Meet you all at the compound, be safe and don't take any risks... " He said and left them to their devices while he moved his men into cars and they took off."

The Yakuza were barreling down not stopping for anyone, until Tsu saw a survivor coming out of the studio. It was Kazumi,... everyone knew who she was, just like most pop artists she was pretty popular. He ordered to stop the car taking a spare gun from under the seat and fired at the zombies around Kazumi, a head shot on each on. "Get over here,... come with me if you want to live!"... He then paused for a second and smirked. "Well,... that does sound kinda cool when you say it don't?"

The Forests of Death (Dead)

Name: Gorgamesh The Crazed
Age: 38
Race: Orc
Description: Him:
His Axe:

He has large tusks, one of them chipped. And a large scar across his face. His armor covers more of his body then shown in the picture.

Biography: Gorgamesh was a orc in his prime, still is. He was the perfect image of what Gruumsh wants for his kin to be. Perhaps even too good for their tastes. He was such a murderous orc and a vile one at that. They called him the crazed one. One feature that made even the toughest of orcs nearly puke was that Gorgamesh would devour those he had killed. Yes devour, cooking them and eating them. He brought so much fear ,that the chief had him banished, afraid the Gorgamesh would some day dine on him one night. Gorgamesh was hurt by this and it effected his mentality a bit. He thought he did good for the tribe and they betrayed him by banishing him. He hated them for it, the whole lot of them he hated. He even turned from the great one eye as well. Gruumsh could have prevented this turning and voiced his opinion on the matter ,but no. He just sat there on his ass and let it happen. Gorgamesh never forgave him or his tribe for it. He devoured his kills because it was a moral breaker for the enemy or anyone who would wish to challenge him.

The first month in the wilds was tough for him but he managed to make the best of it. He used everything he got his hands on to survive. He even learned how to make traps and even made his own armor from bits and pieces of those who fell to his axe. His prey of choice was mostly outlawas and brigands. Fools to stupid to not try and and best a orc at his best or his worse. He added a notch to the shaft of his axe for each kill he made. The bottom half of the shaft was nearly fully notched. It made it clear that he had killed plenty in time.

He lived alone in the deep parts of the forest east of Shar'es and from there he survived. He only killed those who tried to fight him. If they left him alone he left them alone. Although when he saw outlaws or bandits. He gave no quarter. No one would care if a few assholes went missing. Eventually he confronted his tribe once more and slaughtered every last one including the chief. He then proceeded to eat the chief.
Eventually he made friends with a guardian of the forest. A rare site to be seen, the sight was of a nymph who lived in a lake. She was freinds to all and everyone if they deserved such. Both never though such a friendship would take hold. I mean she was a nymph who was good and he was a orc who was bad. However, hearing his story and how he made peace about it she felt pity for him. She gave him permision to hunt and eat in the forest, as long as it was in reason. Like killing to eat was one thing.... to kill for sport was another.

Demeanor/Attitude: Mostly calm ,but crazed. His attitude is kind of scary as he finds certain things others wouldn't rather soothing. However, he losses it if he sees another orc. Their betrayal never sit well with him. He likes elves though and pretty women. He finds their beauty soooo enchanting.

Other: He has with him carving tools for various jobs. Skinning, being one of them. He also had a tool for carving hard fruit or vegetibles. He also carries at his waste skulls. Skulls of his greatest foes and the ones he hated most. The orc chief of his tribe was one of those very skulls.

The Forests of Death (Dead)

The Edge of the Forest

Ishmael put away his sword and then climbed back onto his horse helping Ceceria back up onto the horse. He sighed and mumbled. "That girl is going to get us killed or herself one of these days." He said. How can one survive in the world with out knowing the world. IT was pretty obvious to them that that thing meant danger to all of them. Yet there she was trying to pet it. Did her father teach her anything or did she just ignore it all. He rode up close to Regallia and then looked at Inyata. " Do not, do that again if you value your life, that was no damned puppy that you could pet. That was a were wolf. I have had to slay a few of those beasts in my time and I have seen the carnage they leave in the wake..... your lucky he just ran off. He could have easily torn you into ribbons." He then looked to Regalia.

"I thought Daniel was a handful,... looks like you got yourself one too" He said. He nodded to her words in agreement. "Beside getting back on schedule we need to vacate this area before that thing decides to come back." He said and continued forward. Daniel was speechless at how zealous they all were. Willing to fight down a were wolf without the use of silver weapons. Well the pirate lady, the older one, looked like she had silver weapons. He then looked to the young pirate and gulped. "You know what,... I am glad I had common sense taught to me. My father told me that not every creature was full of love and daisies and that some creatures are just best avoided.... " He said. He could not believe how stupid one could be. He was not the best member in the group, probably right there on the bottom of the list, but at least he did not try to pet a were wolf. He gulped once more and looked away.

Ceceria giggled and even pulled her eyelid down at Inyata. "You foolish girl, your going to get yourself killed one of these days." She said shaking her head. "Your lucky we were all here to try and protect you. I would almost shiver at the idea of what would have happened if we weren't... " She said gasping in false concern. Once more Inyata failed to impress her. This woman was foolish and stupid. She meet some stupid people in her life time but not this stupid.

The Deep Forest

Sitting on a log in the deep parts of the forest was a orc with heavy make shift armor. It was a odd mix of different types of metals and plates. Like he scavenged good parts of of damaged armor and put them together. The orc had a massive scar on his left side and a chipped tooth. He was cooking one of the residents of the forest on a spit over a fire. The color and light of the fire danced upon his features. Then he heard something run past and get caught in one of his traps. He smiled and got up picking up the most gruesome looking axe you would every think of and went to go see what he had caught. What he found was a were wolf hanging from a tree with a large rope tied to his ankle. The lycanthrobe struggled to get free and growled at the orc as he approached.

"Oohhh I never ate a werewolf before, I wonder how it tastes....." He said.
"You idiot you can only kill me with a silver weapon... that thing wont do shit...." The lycan barked. Gorgamesh looked to the axe and then to the werewolf and smirked. "Yeah,... I no idiot, me not stupid. But me know not even a immortal like yourself can survive if his head is cut off....." He said. The were wolf went wide eyed and began to struggle out of the rope even more. He even began to whimper as the orc rose his axe up over his head. The lycan swung out trying to keep the craze orc away but was not successful as his claws seemed to do nothing to the make shift armor. The orc swung and the axe hit home. The body of the lycan went limp as his head hit the forest floor. The orc struck the axe into the ground and lowered the lycan's body. Sure enough the lycan didn't begin to regenerate. Once the body hit the floor he took out his carving knife and began cutting away and into the lycan. He seperated the meet from the fur and began sticking them on a drying wrack and then worked on the fur. He cleaned it by dipping it in a little pond close by and then removed his arm and began to get to work. "Just in time too,... close to winter it is, needed new fur to keep me warm. You come along and solve all me problems." He said rather pleased. He began to weave and sow it into his armor making it warm and cozy. Making it winter ready. Once most of his armor was done and upgraded he moved to the lycan's head and did the same. Yanking one of the eye balls out and sucking the juices out.... "Oh yes ye going to taste really good in my belly."

He began to combine the lycan's head with his helmet making him almost look like a viking beserker almost or one of those snowcloaks from the skyrim video game. He smiled at his handy work rather pleased with himself and rose up to look at it. He then sat back down cooking up some of the meat to eat now while the rest hung over on a drying rack to make jerky from it. He was an odd orc. His speech was a bit off at times and he was a bit crazed in the head. So crazed in the head that his tribe kicked him out. Afraid of him hurting them. He was not stupid though. He knew how to survive and to live off the land. All his weapons and armor were crafted by him and him alone. Taking it from bits and pieces belonging to anyone who dared challenge him. Once the were wolf kabob looked good enough to eat he rose it up from the fire took a deep breath and blew into it and shoved about half of it in his mouth and began chewing. He heard a crunch and reached in his mouth to pull out a bone. "Oops missed one" He said and tossed the bone aside.

The Mountain Fortress

Nova looked about the place wondering if she would ever get out of here. She was hoping that her father would find out where she was and send a detachment to the location. These people were not smart, with the vampire being the only intelligent being she knew so far. They would slip up some where and get attention drawn onto them. She just hoped it would be soon. She did not know how long this Vampire would keep her here. He seemed to be fond of her blood and she looked around. "Are you there?... just release my legs I wont escape. The walls in here are too thick for me to blast through with magic....Plus it has been nearly three days and I need to pee really really bad." She said.

The vampire seemed to appear as she spoke. "You promise you won't try and escape?" He asked. She rolled her eyes.
"Did you hear what I said?... I can't escape, I know this place. The walls were built to withstand the greatest of seige machines. My strongest spell would do more harm to me then good." She said. Now if she bothered to listen when her teachers tried to teach her teleportation she would as soon as he undid the chains. He nodded surprisingly and unlocked the chains. She rose up and almost fell over. Her form falling onto the vampire.
"Sorry,... after sitting for so long there my legs have fallen asleep." She said, not really caring or anything she just didn't want this guy to get the wrong idea. Once she got feeling back into them she looked for a spot in the room. She finally found some sort of bucket and sighed. She moved over to it and then looked at him. "You can go now,... some privacy please?" She said and the vampire nodded and with that disappeared into the shadows. She unhooked her belt and dropped over the bucket. She wasn't lying she did have to pee. She then sighed wondering how in the hell she was going to get out of this.... the only thing she could do was wait it out. "No offense dread lord but... you picked a pretty stupid clan to use as your thralls. The Thousand Horses would have been a better choice, or the Dead wind Bandits.... no you picked the black moon clan....." She said. She swore she could hear laughing. Apparently he agreed. "I guess you just got to work with what you were given I suppose. I suppose I am safe here,... also don't take so much blood at one time. That first one made me a little dizzy."

She would have to play the waiting game. Someone would come for her, and someone will save her. She just hoped whoever it was, was ready to fight a vampire.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Zaphere

The fighting was still taking too long. Even with their second wind they were still fighting. Sergei's fight with the Marilith was the only thing that seemed fruitfull as his hammer did tremendous damage to her face and body. Another hit like that and she would be turned into a small heap on the ground. However, even with it's defeat the city was beyond from saving now. There was too many demons and the portals at the monastery where still open. Retrievers had entered the city. Three guards tried to take down one but with it's cleaver like feet it tore into guard cleaving him in half from the right shoulder blade ti his left hip. The other two looked on in horror. The cleaver like feet came down again this time , the guard it was meant for dodged. "We can't kill these things?...." One yelled.
"Well we have not other choice but to try. IF we run it will just chase us down." The other responded. "I got an idea... get ready to climb its back got it?!" The other nodded. The guarded left the defensive position and charged forward and then lowered himself in a slide and just in time as he felt the wind on a swing from the creature. He slid underneath it and swung upwards with his sword cutting open it's belly. It screamed in pain as its body crashed to the ground. It wasn't dead yet though.
The Other took this as a advantage to run up and with his sword shoved the blade into its mouth. The blade going through and piercing into the depth's of its brain. It went limp. "Hey... we can kill these things." With each demon they city killed it seemed two more replaced it from the portals and that they lost a man in the confrontation. Their numbers were dwindling and the order could not help as they were cut off and in the square.

But not all was lost. A voice entered the head of the great inquisitor. "Sergei,....... Sergei. I am Pelor. I have a task for you my son." The voice said. "After the victory here you must retreat to a tavern. There you will wait and hold up with the rest of your men. My Ally Corellan Larethian is marching a army of elves to Zaphere for reinforcements but even with them this will not be enough. A host of people will arrive at the tavern, two of them already present within, you will go with them and take them into the catacombs. The demon Eliphas is too strong and powerful. His detection was too late. In the catacombs hidden in its deep darkness is a chamber. The chamber kept secret with a binding on its door. You will know it when you see it. It is time to awaken the my angel of death and rebirth from the depths of her hybernation. It will take you and this group to get there, while the remains of your men and Corellan's army distracts the forces of evil.

This group in question is as follows: A Halfling named Ellis, and a Priestess named Ceris. They are already at the tavern. The rest of the group is a few days away from here. They will arrive at the tavern, and they are as follows. Hugh the ex paladin, Sana the Gypsy, Artos the Magus, Ellyn the Bard, Bjoric the Cleric, Vivian the war blade, Garrek the fighter, Deila the Shaman and Das the kafshe."

"This mission is important my servant. This is our chance to demolish this demon's desire for conquest,.... for good this time"

The Tavern

"I will not speak to you, you pathetic worm!" The drow yelled at Ellis. Ellis sighed. He rose up the cleaver and then looked to Samuel.
"No lie, this will hurt...." He said and then came down the cleaver upon Samuel's wrist. The blade serperated the hand from the body. Samuel went wide eyed and screamed out in so much pain he had passed out once more. Ceris winced at the hit and then shook her head as their target passed out once more.

"I do not know why he just wont tell us what we want to know... does he fear his master more then he does us?" She asked Ellis and he just shrugged. He placed the cleaver on the table and removed his top. He shook his head side to side. Ruined my shirt too, I like this shirt.
"Well I don't know about you but I am pretty hungry." He said as he put on a new shirt. "You know what sucks is that shirt was a gift from a very high ranking noble.... " He said.

"Did the noble know he was giving it as a gift?" She asked with a small smile forming. Ellis looked to her and smirked. "Nope...." He answered. She laughed a little as she stopped the bleeding of the draw with her spell. She only healed him enough to stop the bleeding. She then shook her head at her little friend. "How can you be hungry at a time like this?...." She asked and he shrugged.
"I don't know , just got a strong case of the munchies and I can't help it." He said. He gestured for her to follow him up the stairs.

She did so and they opened the basement door and closed it. The owner looking at them. "Still hasn't talked yet huh?..." Ellis nodded to the answer. "Yeah, he is a lot more strong willed then I thought.... if you got any ideas to make him talk let us know." He answered.
"Oh can we have the usual, I am starving." He asked and the man nodded and shoved back the coin to Ellis. Ellis rose a brow.
"Hey your trying to save this damn city,... if you save it and get my customers back I feel giving you guys a few free meals will be a good enough payment." He responded. Ellis nodded and moved to a table and waited as his food was being prepared.

The Sandy Hills

Vivian laughed with Sana after what Garrek said. It was so true. Both seemed to have lived a sheltered life, but Artos was a little bit more knowledgable then Ellyn. She looked to Das and just smiled. It was already Noon and they where a good distance away from the abandoned city. They were still not as close to the city of Zaphere as they had wanted but it would have to do. Then something happened. Rodger stopped moving. She looked down and saw his legs still going but they were not going anywhere. The new canopy had nothing to do with it.... what the hell. Suddenly a large encampment decloaked from the invisibility spell that was placed on it and they could see Rodger with his head against a tent trying to push it. Vivian made the sounds for him to stop and when he did so she looked around this encampment. It was huge with what would seem like a whole lot of elves. The elves where in heavy armor with lances and swords at their sides.

She pushed Das's hands off and pushed off the wagon and looked around. Two elves spotted her and drawed their weapons and headed for her. "Stop!" He voice cried out and the two stopped and looked to their left. Standing there with is mane blowing in the wind and its large wings folded to its sides and a horn coming from his head, was Corellan Larethian. The elf soldiers stopped their advance and put away their weapons and nodded to the group.

Corellan Larethian stepped closer to the party. "Welcome to Zaphere's reinforcements. You are friends of Ellis the halfing are you not?" He asked them. Vivian nodded and looked to the others then back to him. "Yes,... well most of us are." She answered. The great deity nodded.
"Then you are welcome here,... but you can not stay here long. Me and Pelor need you elsewhere.... I will speed up your pace by giving you a bigger wagon with more horses. You must get to the tavern,... the future of this world depends on your success in this mission. A mission whose details will be explained at the Tavern." He looked to the others such as Sana and Hugh.

"I know some of you think you could just run from it all,... but if Eliphas is not stopped here right now... there will be no safe haven. He will wash over this world like he had a thousand years ago. We had to deploy our strongest weapon to defeat him. You will go awaken that weapon at Zaphere. The details of how and where will be explained there.... rest, eat, drink. Then you must go."

Vivian looked around at her companions and then back to the talking pegasus. She nodded and sighed. This adventure just kept getting better and better. Corellan even had to say that running was not a option.

Garrek got nervous at the sight of so many elves and gulped. When they did not attack him he was a little less nervous. Then a winged horse began talking making everything even more weird. He then looked to Ellyn and smiled. "Well seeing as we get to rest, perhaps I can find a make shift forge here and start enhancing that harp" He said and gestured to her... He then got close to stand next to her. "Plus seeing as you want a new dress... might want to see if one of these elves could weave one, and asked them to craft one that wont deprive you of movement. He said. He then looked to the others and studied their reactions. It seemed they had no choice in the matter.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Name: Hotaru Shi Shinsei
Age: N/A
Race: Human
Description:
Minus the sailor suit, she wears a black short dress whose skirt ends about a inch or two from her knee. Instead of the sceptor she carries a rather large scythe. To large for a regular human.
She stands at a hieght of 5'4" and weighs 110 pounds. She does not look very physical though. Although thin and healthy not much of muscles can be seen except in her arms.
Biography: Hotaru is the form and embodiment of death and rebirth. She was even named after it by the great priests who saw her creation take place. She was not born into this world like most humans. She was created out of nothing and yet is everything. It was said she was created by Pelor as a last resort against evil. When all his forces and that of his allies were all but spent. She would rise from her sleep and whipe the earth clean of the evil and put in the motions for rebirth. It is not known what her true race is. She resembles however, the human element in body. Human's being the main race of worship to him only made sense. However, her real age has not yet been determined. It is said she is as old as the world itself and yet she does not look a age over twenty years.
After the last time she had awoken and brought a end to the first war of the heavans against the demons of the abyss, she was put to sleep. Her place of rest, her cradle of life. Rests right under, in the deep catacombs of the city of Zaphere. The exact location is secret and can not easily be found except by the elders of the monastery who themselves never knew what she looked like. They just knew she existed from the ancient tomes.
This exact knowledge would make Zaphere a prime target if a demon was ever to grab a big enough foot hold. For she is the biggest threat to all evil in the world.
Demeanor/Attitude: Her attitude and demeanor depends on the situation. She has been discribed in tomes to be both cold and yet kind, ruthless and merciful. When she is happy and joyous though. You would almost forget what she represents.
Other:
Spells:
Telepathy: She can communicate with anyone or anything within a range of 100ft.
Teleport: She can teleport herself as well as fifty pounds of items to anywhere within a 100ft radius.
Mind Blast: With a cold hard stares and her eyes glowing a violet color she sends a blast at the mind which enduces headaches and damages the mind of a target. It is said if she uses this on a target repeatedly the target's brain would explode.
Death cut: With a swing of her magical scythe she sends a long slice through the air that is said to cut even the hardest of materials.
Aura of Good: While in her presence those within the thirty foot radius that have hearts of Neutral - Chaotic Good. Get a bonus of both strength and endurance and gain resistances to all evil controled magic.
Aura Against Evil: While in her presence evil will find their strength and power halved.
Banish Tenar'ri: This spell gives her the ability to banish Tenar'ri. However, her spell is different. If banished with this spell the demon will never be able to return to the wolrd of the living. The banishment will stay in effect forever.
Banish Baatezu: Same as above.
Death Wind: With a swing of her scythe she sends out a cyclone that shreads the target into ribbons.
Death Ball: With a aim of her scythe, it glows a dark purple and then releases a powerful orb of destruction.
Death Touch: With this spell anyone she touches after casting it will have a 50/50 chance that he/she will die on contact. If they survive they will wish they hadn't for the spell acts like the implosion spell only it doesn't kill you.
Touch of Rebirth: Instantly revives the target touched
Wave of Rebirth: With this spell all her allies will find their cuts and bruises removed and their energy restored.

The Forests of Death (Dead)

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