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Any word on when the skip is happening?

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@Altered Tundra I'm sure you won't disappoint. :)

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The longer they watched the strange figure and his raven companion, the more unnerved they became, this was especially true for Ruehar. She squirmed in her seat as his eyes fell upon her and continued to every time his gaze came her direction. "He keeps looking over this way, but I don't think he's one of them." Ruehar noted as she watched the figure chat with the mischievous demon whom she had already taken a liking to. "I still don't like the look of him though. There's something..." The figures once again fell upon Ruehar.

"Sinister." Balian's retort was short and brief, while Ruehar sat back upright in her seat again, her mind put to rest for the most part his grip was still firm around the hilt of his dagger. The ranger almost jolted in his seat as the black bird's head snapped in his direction. Piercing blue eyes examining up, down and around while its head cocked and sporadically twisted, Balian couldn't help but feel that the avian was investigating him. He turned away from the figure and his pet, picking up the freshly filled tankard in front of him and drinking from it. "A bolt through the neck would do that bird good." He spoke with a hushed tone, breaking into a smile. Ruehar glanced over at the figure and the raven once more, bringing her attention back to her brother she smirked it seemed they had given up on their worries for now.

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Spectre

Name: Jack "Spectre" Thorn

Age: 250

Race: Elf

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bi-sexual

Class: Time Thief

Appearance:


Weapon(s): Shadow- A clever engineered metal bow that can fold up and hide within his cloak. It is easier to pull back than most short bows. Thanks to the extra power it travel as far as long bow and strike just as hard.

Quiver- Loaded with blunt arrows, standard arrows, and grappling arrows.

Armor:

Cloak- Not armor per say but he use's it to conceal and hide his identity, armor against prying eyes one might call it.

Leather armor- Dyed black and carefully cured this leather armor protects from basic attacks. While not the strongest material it's light it's protective perfect for a thief on the go.

Personal Trinkets: A silver pocket watch Found with the watch as a child it helps him control and regulate his powers, without it he can begin in out at random.

A glowing stone with a rune carved in to it, given to him by his sister. It share's an energy with him, unique unlike other magic he has encountered. He has yet to dechiper it's potential.

Short History: Many stories float around about how Jack Thorn was born, most of them wrong. Yet to hear Jack tell you himself it sounds as if he finds it almost boring knowing the truth. His parents, Mera and Valerian Thorn were prominent wizards in Elvish lands specifically working in magic in time control and manipulation. They had even been devising a way to rewind time, of course they were having a problem of subject phasing out and not phasing back in thus being lost outside of normal time.

Valerian had also finished the project when Mera in to labor, a spell that would rewind time on whim. He planned to use his pocket watch as a stablizing agent much like other mages used a staff. Yet it went wrong when he tried to cast it, time moved forward backwards and in some area's simply froze. After Jack's birth Mera left to fix the damage done by there work, yet when she repaired the damge it drained her life force. By the time she had repaired the time line, her body had become that of Elf thousands of years older she could barely move on her own. Saying good bye to her son she passed on, thus Jack Thorn was sent to an orphanage barely six months old. As Jack grew he discovered the easiest way to get what he wanted was to steal it.

When he was twelve they closed orphanage he lived in, however they made arrangements to transfer the children to an orphanage in a human city nearby. Before he was sent off, Jack decided to investigate his parents old home and lab sneaking off with an older girl from the orphanage who knew the way to two found Jack's family home. They entered the building, untouched since the accident and began to search Jack found the pocket watch first. Knowing it was his father's the inscription inside of it, yet a glow in the corner room interested him he began to carefully move towards.

What Jack didn't know was, that was the spot his father had cast the spell, perhaps it was blood or simply fate. When he touched the glowing almost sparking remains of the time spell he was flung across the room. His body envolped in light blue sparks he could feel magic, for the first time his life he could use magic. Something he had never been trained in or taught, as his friend Talia pulled him off a man walked through the door. He threw out his hand and the man froze, time had paused and he could not move. Jack and Talia fled the building as quickly as they could.

Over the years, Jack learned more spells, he could rewind himself jump forward blink through time, and even phase out of time temporaily hiding himself from the universe. All this came at a cost, he was againg faster than the normal Elf understanding his power he began to use it less. He learned the talents of thief and began to hit cities, stealing from vaults to wealthy patrons, Spectre became feared by all for how skiled he was. Yet soon the Thieves guild decided thye could not tolerate one lone Elf out doing them, they began a hunt calling for the head of the thief Spectre. Run out of the by the guild and pursued by merceneries Spectre escaped in to the forest seeking asylum and perhaps he has found it.

Other: His left eye burns blue when ever he use's his time control powers, it happens before he casts and just after as well. Giving a warning or letting the person attacked know what he just did.

@Apollosarcher

Like @Happy Go Lucky said, we're full at the moment, sorry.

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Evening gang!

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It took a minute for the pair to come around to the sudden influx of beings, was this place going to be big enough? They wondered, a brief moment of doubt that perhaps it would be better to leave the inn now and head back into the forest. "Think about it." Balian began, looking into his tankard and sloshing the ale inside around, "All of these beings, some of the likes we've never even seen." he indicated towards the gathering hall of the building with a turn of his head, he spotted all sorts and a thin, fascinated smile began to form. "How big must that damned forest be if they've all arrived here as well and we didn't come across..." He paused, locking eyes with his sister as her gaze lifted from the tavern table-top to meet his. "Or even heard any of the others?"

Ruehar stewed over it for a moment, "Or, maybe it's Magick.", the look on Balian's face said that he had thought of it too but found the idea to be unlikely. In all the years he had known his sister, Magick, magic (or anything else it is called by around the world), was something he would never know in full. "I mean, in all the time we've been in those woods how many times did we feel like we were going in circles?" Balian's gaze narrowed and his head cocked a little, intrigued by his sister's hypothesis. "I'm telling you now Balian, that forest is full of Magick, but it's not waiting to be tapped into. It's almost as if it doesn't want you to find something and it changes itself... Somehow..." Ruehar felt like she might be crazy or at least that's how she perceived Balian as seeing her. "The Drakenwald is ever-changing, it shifts around. Who knows how long we were in there or even how far we are from Burr Oak Barrows now."

Balian nodded and took one large gulp, finishing his drink before resting the empty tankard on the table. "Alright." He replied, sitting in silence for a moment, "In that case we're probably never going to run into those dirty witch-hunters again." Balian grinned at his sister who smiled in return, however he couldn't help but feel a little bitter that he would most likely never see home again, if his sister was right.

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The siblings had been sitting quietly, not even piping a word to each other. Now on their second or third drink, Balian would have to chat with the barkeep later he thought to himself. It was the nicest ale that ever graced his lips, a subtle sweetness helped to negate the bitterness he was familiar with. Balian was about to concur with his sister on her hypothesis of the forest but was distracted by a pleasant but smokey smell permeating through the bar. "Do you smell that?" He asked before spotting the source of the smell. The first thing he noticed was the beaked mask, long-coat, hat and of course the thurible. The man, or at least Balian assumed it was male had a look about him that screamed trouble. "What do you think?" He beckoned his sister to look, "One of them?", this time the words sounded more like a snarl, Balian's hand ready on his dagger, not wanting to draw too much attention by reaching for the crossbow.

"I don't know..." She replied, sinking into her seat grip tight on her staff.

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No characters are being accepted at the moment. There's enough different characters at the minute.

Secondly, in answer to a PM we're going to split it up a bit. If you see someone swamped with interactions to reply to, it's probably not a good idea to give them another, right? Also let's try spread out a bit as well.

Lastly, I've had a long day and right now am too tired to post anything IC. Just keep going. :)

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@The One I thought you already posted the sin demon in your first list of characters?

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I'm going to read through the IC and make a post in a bit!