Tracyarmav

Artificial Spirits

Well, they were supposed to anyway, but it looks like that preservation spell worked a little too well this time. :P

MtG a RP

Mot noticed the arrival and actions of the others, and appreciated the general caution of the group, and more specifically the distinct lack of aggression. Mot nodded his thanks to the angel, though he was somewhat dubious of having her along, he wasn't about to say no to anyone willing to aid him. The birds would be nice, though he wished she'd stop spending so much of her self for the group, that hadn't even decided what to do about each other. He decided to be ready to do what he could defend the angel, or at least lash out at any rash attackers, since defense wasn't something he did well. He thought back to the time he'd spent on the Isle of Drexlrun, a dismal place almost always covered in fog, but also a cool place that Mot had enjoyed immensely. He did not spend his mana yet, that would come later, if at all. He really hoped to avoid a fight, but he wasn't about to get caught flat footed if one broke out.

Then he heard a voice and opened his eyes looking directly at the speaker. So the little girl had the gall to be both suspicious and arrogant, that suited Mot just fine, he liked reminding the arrogant of their weaknesses, but this one would have to wait, there were other things to be seen too. Starting a duel here and now would accomplish nothing and waste much. She wanted his motives, and hadn't bothered to even manufacture a name, very well, let's see if she really knows what she wants and just how bad she wants it.

I do not care about you and your petty whims little girl, until you make the mistake of trying to get in my way. If you do not care who took the plane, that is your business, and so long as you cause me no trouble you may go and make yourself queen of the plane if you so desire. It will not cause me even a second thought. To answer your first question, little girl, I mind the lack of a plane much less than I mind the fact that someone apparently thinks that they can steal something from me and get away with it. Does that satisfy you little girl?

He might have used her name, if she had given one, but she hadn't. Every time he addressed her specifically, his tone belied a sneer of contempt behind his mask. Mot was not the least bit worried about this girl and her suspicions, if she wanted to be left alone that was her problem and he was quite happy to oblige her. Mot turned his masked face towards the other two, who had not yet spoke and awaited their reply, ignoring any response from the little girl that came short of an outright attack.

In the surrounding woods
The birds had been unexpected, Grud hoped he hadn't been noticed. His scout had reported a number of viable creatures in the area, and he'd come to see for himself. He hadn't expected a planeswalker, that would fetch a pretty price indeed. He slipped away quietly, avoiding the birds as well as he could. He'd need help for this job, and he new just who to get.

Artificial Spirits

Well, that certainly would be a harem worth having, until that particular time of month rolled around of course. :P

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Posted for Alessandra, Zaynab, will get a social call after dinner unless she asks for Tecumseh prior to that happening.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

The waiter arrived with Tecumseh's second glass, as he finished his first. Tecumseh smiled brightly at the impeccable timing of the young waiter, who announced that the first course would be out shortly. Which reminded Tecumseh that he should probably inform his guests that he had already ordered their dinner, and his, especially now that the cat was out of the bag anyway.

I hope you two don't mind, I took the liberty of ordering for all of us. On the plus side, sine neither of you ordered I can't expect you to pay for it, so this meal's entirely on me. Alessandra and Jason, I like to be frank, so forgive me if I'm a bit too forward. I invited you here so I could finish the little chat we started down the hill. I pause briefly to let that sink in, knowing it was going to cause some tension but really wanting to be certain of a few things before I got to far ahead of myself. Jason, you're up first. I want your professional opinion on what happened to that blower from the time you handed it to Alessandra to the time I handed it back to you.

The waiter returned with a tray holding three ceasar salads, and a variety of dressings. Tecumseh took one and poured some ranch dressing over the top, before offering the bottle to who ever wanted it next or returning it to the tray if the youngsters had other tastes.

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Mot looked around and realized that things weren't going to get started all on they're lonesome. So he pushed himself off the stone he'd been leaning on and began the introductions.

Most call me Dread Cultist Mot. Whatever I was before today, I stand now changed. I seek to regain the plane that was taken from us, or if that should fail, to take recompense from the fool that stole it from us. I will use whatever force, tact, or scheme is necessary to achieve my goal. I do not ask you to follow me, or even to work with me, only that you would not stand in my way. I have no wish to cause any harm to any of you, the only beings left of the plane I call home. Will anyone here stand between me and my goal?

MtG a RP

@Pie Flavor post it in the character's tab please.

MtG a RP

As the angel rises and stumbles my way my headache fades away, though it was obviously at some cost to herself. And then lightning is bouncing around, and I duck reflexively but it bounces off the stones relatively harmlessly. It's caster however was rather blearily standing while eying him warily. That amused him, did she think she'd have been given the chance to rise if he'd wanted her dead? Oh well, if she had anything close to the headache he'd had moments ago, thinking straight would be difficult even if it usually came naturally, which might not be true in either of the other two's cases. Mot held out an arm, for the angel to steady herself on, while he spoke to the wary woman.

Peace child, if we meant you harm, you'd never have woken. let your lack of bindings and state of health speak for our intension's. None of us are here at our own behest, and none of us can go back.

Mot takes a moment and decides that having some mana on hand might be useful if anyone else woke up ... violently. Closing his eyes he recalls with a grim smile, hidden by his mask, the deep swamp where he first learned to summon the guardian's he'd become so fond of, and then opening his eyes he summons one of Oona's Guardians and bolsters it with the ever useful Skeletal Grimace. He hoped he'd have time to summon the cultist if things got nasty, but knew doing so now would be provocative and so opted for the obviously defensive move.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Fair enough

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Try to work around it as best you can, unless the GM says to ignore it. Please try to keep in mind that Scarlet is used to writing short stories and novels not collaborative RP. It isn't easy to make the transition. I'll see if I can get a hold of Scarlet to see if we can get the post cleaned up.