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“Neato.” Nikulas gestured to the training room. “If you don’t mind.” He began to walk into the training room.

an evil melody(a medieval horror rescue rp)

Korash awakens in the local tavern. Stumbling to the bar, his feet still unsure of their footing from the night before. An uncomfterble tightness slowly working up through his stomach. A familiar pain radiating through the back of his head. He slammed down a handful of coins onto the bar, a little harder than he had meant to. Wincing at the sound he had created. "A large serving of whatever you are serving for breakfast today. Preferably something greasy." The bar held most of his weight as he lent against it. "No problem, sir. Take a seat. I'll have someone bring it out to you shortly." Korash smirked. "Thanks, mate." Was the half Orc's response. "Again, no problem. The amount of money you were pouring over the bar last night more than made up for the mess you made." The barkeep gestured to a pool of vomit on the ground. "I found you some clean clothes, and got you cleaned up, but you adamantly refused a room." Korash touched his hip, feeling for his sword. A look of panic flooded his face as it was not there. The barkeep seemed to know what he was looking for. "Your sword is on your back." Korash felt there, to find it was secured on his back. Breathing a sigh of relief. He moved off to find a table.

Settled at a table, the barkeep had brought his food over as well a flagon of water. As he took a swig of the cool water, the door to the tavern burst open. Before Korash could place the flagon back on the table, the Tavern was filled with yelling. "She's gone!' Korash winced at the yelling. It was too loud, and he was too hungover. Placing the flagon down he stood up slowly. "Quite please." He held out a hand to gesture that the woman be calm. "Who's gone?" He asked. The answer was the yelling woman's daughter. Just as the barkeep had got this woman settled enough that she stopped yelling, another person came in. Yelling again. Apparently more people had gone missing.

Korash sat back at his table and ate, as the barkeep struggled to keep the sudden influx of panicking people in control. Korash wanted to help, but he needed to finish his breakfast first.

an evil melody(a medieval horror rescue rp)

So, when are we starting?

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“Well then, I need to see how my new gear runs.” He walked into the armoury and returned with a crate that had a golden symbol on it. “Golden Hand designs, with Dwarven craftsmanship.” He opened it up to reveal an array of equipment. It was Golden Hand ninja armour and equipment, recoloured to remove association with the Clan. With a few improvements.
He began suiting up. Taking extra care with the Bracers to make sure all the mechanisms were connected to what they need to be. “So...” He began as he tightened the final straps, aside from the helmet/mask which he was holding. Turning to the group. “Who wants to help me try it out?”

Ninja Armour

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“Very much so.” Nikulas tossed the flagon behind his back. “So, when do we leave?”

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Nikulas smirked at the response. “I like you.” His voice calm, but genuine. “Straight to the point. No time for people’s shit.” He took a swig from the half empty flagon he was carrying from the night before. “So, where are they sending us?”

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Nikulas rolls out of his bed. He had gotten to the hideout the day before.
“Could you guys be any louder?” He said groggily as he entered the room.

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Name: Nikulas
Age: unknown/unclear
Gender: Male
Race: Aasimar
Bio: Nikulas was a “Strider.” A member of the royal army that focuses on infiltrating enemy lines, or working in hostile environments. Until they disbanded after a political scandal. The Striders broke up, with some retiring, and others being sent to prison or executed.
Nikulas began a life of adventure. Becoming a travelling adventurer. Solving people’s problems. Learning more about his divine heritage and what it meant for his magical abilities.
He joined a tribe of other Aasimar that were hiding in the southern mountains. They called themselves the “Golden Hand.”
The Golden Hand is a collective of Aasimar ninja/monks. They trained him, and taught him the trick to extending an Aasimar’s life by drawing on their divine heritage.
Nikulas was sent a letter from the King, since he was Strider, and than a relatively well known adventurer, the King was keeping tabs on him. Nikulas answered the summons, and wound up on the task force.
Magic: Holy/Radiant Magic & Soul Magic (Basically Animancy Which is the opposite of Necromancy)

Known Spells

• Radiant Blast - Nikulas‘s basic magic attack. Fires a ball or light energy, that deals extra damage to Evil/dark beings.
• Weapons of the Heavenly Host - A basic Enchantment that imbues Nikulas‘s weapons with light energy, increasing their damage.
• Spirit of Appolyon - By falling on the spirit of Appolyon, Nikulas can temporarily increase all his powers and physical attributes.
• Dash of the Dominions - a short range Dash Spell. Nikulas gains a temporary boost of speed, and a phasing ability, as he turns his body to a “pulse” of light. While he is light, he can dash a short distance faster than most things can even perceive, and move unencumbered by the physical world.
• Longevity Nikulas has been with the Golden Hand for hundreds of years. Since joining them, he has stopped aging. A technique kept a closely guarded secret by the Golden Hand, and requires Angelic blood to maintain.

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There we go, changed it so now it is only seemingly Teleportation.

ShadowWalkers

Name: Nikulas
Age: unknown/unclear
Gender: Male
Race: Aasimar
Bio: Nikulas was a “Strider.” A member of the royal army that focuses on infiltrating enemy lines, or working in hostile environments. Until they disbanded after a political scandal. The Striders broke up, with some retiring, and others being sent to prison or executed.
Nikulas began a life of adventure. Becoming a travelling adventurer. Solving people’s problems. Learning more about his divine heritage and what it meant for his magical abilities.
He joined a tribe of other Aasimar that were hiding in the southern mountains. They called themselves the “Golden Hand.”
The Golden Hand is a collective of Aasimar ninja/monks. They trained him, and taught him the trick to extending an Aasimar’s life by drawing on their divine heritage.
Nikulas was sent a letter from the King, since he was Strider, and than a relatively well known adventurer, the King was keeping tabs on him. Nikulas answered the summons, and wound up on the task force.
Magic: Holy/Radiant Magic & Soul Magic (Basically Animancy Which is the opposite of Necromancy)

Known Spells

• Radiant Blast - Nikulas‘s basic magic attack. Fires a ball or light energy, that deals extra damage to Evil/dark beings.
• Weapons of the Heavenly Host - A basic Enchantment that imbues Nikulas‘s weapons with light energy, increasing their damage.
• Spirit of Appolyon - By falling on the spirit of Appolyon, Nikulas can temporarily increase all his powers and physical attributes.
• Dash of the Dominions - a short range Dash Spell. Nikulas gains a temporary boost of speed, and a phasing ability, as he turns his body to a “pulse” of light. While he is light, he can dash a short distance faster than most things can even perceive, and move unencumbered by the physical world.
• Longevity Nikulas has been with the Golden Hand for hundreds of years. Since joining them, he has stopped aging. A technique kept a closely guarded secret by the Golden Hand, and requires Angelic blood to maintain.