Utrax

Council of the Night

Pull the lever, Kronk!
I'm ready to start when you are.

The Forest of Helsend

GURITAG
^{@Kazemitsu@Jerkchicken@baraquiel@Eviledd1984}

"Can't see in the dark?"

Guritag shifted her focus over to Kaze as he approached, smirking in amusement, just as Dion made a similar remark. It was then that she fell into hearing Dion out. So, it seemed he was going to assemble a group of his own to parade into the forest too. As expected, they were here for the same reason-- and then the other two confirmed it.

And then spoke the elf, "I'm in."

Raising a brow, Guritag looked Neith over, then lapsed into thought. Should she even bother with introductions if she wasn't going to stick with this group? Sure, there would be strength in numbers and that was a good point, but then again? Kaze looked more formidable and better for song and story than any of the others-- goat headed man and everything. And what was to say that a larger group of people would be necessarily safer?

As Micah began ambling toward the inn, their remarks gave cause for further thought. They seemed to know the forest and possibly what was within and, if it were true they could influence thought, then Goat Man would be a very good ally to have-- if he actually knew what was going on. This was likely one of those pivotal moments that determine two very distinct futures-- quite a heavy one at that. Smiling, as she tilted her head downward, hiding the rest of her face within the darkness of her hat, she figured she'd just leave it all up to chance. With that same sly smile, Guritag simply looked up at Kaze, then tilted her head.

This was a non-verbal way to communicate that she would wait to see what he would do-- following the gesture with a slight shrug of her shoulders. If he wasn't willing to go with them then she was definitely going to stick with him. She could see it now-- a glorious tale waiting to be sang to the ring of his sword and the thud of her axe. Such a story would surely excite the tribe and bring glory to her name.

UNTOLD STORY: Final Dungeon

@Lugia HAH!
I'll see if good ol Thundering Rage hits any of the other PC's (pending their permission) before slapping a reaction on to it.
Such a good spell.
Like a Pikachu but worse.

And just in case the rest of y'all didn't know what that spell was, here's the copy pasta from Ratte Mage's CS--

Thundering Rage: A high-cost spell that has Ampere summon up to twelve lightning bolts, each of which can either hit nothing, hit an enemy, hit an ally, or hit him. This spell is the main reason he was able to build up his lightning immunity.

Council of the Night

I'd say @Polyphemus, this familiarity question could be helped clarified if we know how long the council's been established.
Which could help us know "how long" some people have been on it vs others.
And then we can all figure how much we know each other from there?@RedVII

Council of the Night

@Polyphemus, how familiar do you envision these characters are with eachother? If they are all on the council, should we already have a history with eachother and potentially know one another's strengths and weaknesses in-game?

@RedVII

It would make sense for some to know others better or less so, depending on how much past history they share.
i.e. Older members knowing more about older ones. Newer folk to be somewhat unknown.

The Forest of Helsend

Guritag

^{Mentioning: @Jerkchicken@baraquiel@Eviledd1984}

When Dion approached, Guritag winked at him ambiguously, as she tended to do, when surely winding up to not answer any questions she was asked. Very notably, it wasn't Neith's request to stop playing the music, that got her to finally end it-- there was Micah's question, as she was finished, that caught Guritag's attention. She let her final note ring out as she looked him over. While he wasn't the oddest thing she'd ever seen, the stuffed goat head he wore seemed to keep her attention more-so than anything else at the moment.

Tipping her hat to Micah, as another gesture-that-could-mean-anything, Guritag told him, "Played from th' heart. Ain't no learnin' for improvisation'-- felt the mood n' went with it." Her gaze shifted to Dion then as she said, "Much rather'd leave, ya know, when it ain't darker n' a blind fool's midnight, but I ain' gonna stop ya from talkin'. Met a feller in th' Tavern what want's goin' in too. Big Scales. If ya ain' seen't 'em then this ya midnight too, I says." She smirked, looking from one person to the other, "I'd tag along with ya instead of him--" her eyes landed on Dion "--if ya sound better fer story."

UNTOLD STORY: Final Dungeon

^Behold!

One after the other, fins retreated beneath the flowers, as the bone golem went to work yet...
Yet...
There never once appeared the corpse of a shark or, if Clara could sense it, death to the things attached to the fins. Simply their retreat, the tulips dancing furiously, and then the ground shook-- Once and HEAVILY the ground shook, upon the retreat of the last fin.

Several feet away from the Bone Golem, the ground split open, as a several pointed fins emerged from the ground all at once.

Claws.

Each of these jade colored fins turned out to be the large hooked claw at the end of an even larger tentacle. As the ground crumbled, a pointed and scaled bulbous form emerged after the tentacles-- the iridescent surface of a scaled squid-like creature. Large eyes, which shifted color in the light in a headache inducing manner, glowed brightly, as the SKYSQUID's tentacles thrashed about-- sand, earth, and flowers whirl-winding about with it's every move.

If one could see into the hole the creature left, there was nothing down there, but access to the lavender void-- seems the ground was but 20ft (6m)deep.

Dirt Composition DEEPLORE

Topsoil is white sand around nearly 4ft in depth, with 2ft depth of decomposed matter which nurtures plant life, followed by 4ft of silicates. Various minerals and rocks compose the remainder of soil until the final 3ft which is a solid glass-type material, which has a composition and hardness similar to that of topaz, with the very bottom layer being only a 6inch layer of diamond.

SKYSQUID emerges about 7ft out of the ground with each tentacle being nearly 15ft in length, and she seems rather pissed, seeing as one of her tentacle-claws was electrocuted-- bearing scorch marks and looking somewhat brittle compared to the others. The other eight claws are certainly damaged too-- the bone golem even having damaged the flesh of one of them, which is leaking a pungent yellow blood, that smells strongly rotten.

While she's certainly displeased, SKYSQUID seems rather more confused, as to what exactly was happening up there and why she didn't manage to snag a SINGLE snack. For now, she's just waving her arms in an angry manner, and threatening to split a LARGE HOLE into the ground, which could potentially make moving past her a required leap or even impossible, if she widens the hole too much, which could cause one to wonder-- did she kill everyone here or did they starve hopelessly, having been cut off from the rest of the land?

Council of the Night

He comes back.
Nothing is missing but none if it is still on the shelves.

Council of the Night

@Polyphemus Dont know if I should mention how PROTECTIVE Itimpu is going to be of Dracula's possessions or let that be revealed during the RP itself.
Mostly cause he's gonna be VERY protective of keeping all of the things exactly where they were left.

Council of the Night

Black Panther?

^{No, not that Black Panther.}

Name:
Itimpu -- Panther Man -- "AAAAH WHAT IS THAT?"

Inspiration:
Terror Is A Man!

Appearance:

Here's A Picture

Standing at a height of 6ft 6in, this monster of muscle, built through a series of horrifying genetic engineering experiments, is in peak physical condition. They sport a full covering of black fur, ran through with scars, as well as bright yellow eyes, a very feline face-- complete with apex predator teeth and whiskers, and a tail long enough to help them balance. Their black claws are at the ends of thick half-human fingers. They sport a set of thick digitigrade legs, like the hind legs of a cat, and their feet are far more pawlike than their hands. Usually, the attire Itimpu wears is a simple set of cloth shorts but, when necessary for them to go into public, they manage to fit into a... Power Ranger's Halloween Costume.

Abilities/ Skills:
Speech Of Cats -- Naturally or Unnaturally, Itimpu has the ability to communicate with anything feline, with ease. He's even convinced a rather large group of Jaguars, Tigers, and House Cats to follow him around as a sort of "gang".

Very Strong, Very Tough -- Thick skinned and as strong as at least FIVE men, Itimpu is also very long lived, with no signs of age slowing him down. They've been shot, stabbed, thrown off cliffs, close to explosions, and even set on fire, and have recovered from all these things in time. There's definitely a way to kill him, of course, but it would take quite a lot.

Carnivore's Senses -- Enhanced smell, night vision, and acute hearing accompany their abilities, along with slightly faster-than-normal reflexes and running speed. They can't leap very high but they can climb very well and survive quite a long fall always landing on their feet.

History:
The first of his kind was a surgical amalgamation of human and panther parts which, after being sent out to sea in a boat, eventually found its way to an uncharted island in the Philippine island chain which, of course, was home to your classic MAD SCIENTIST. Several experiments later and the perfect "new-perfect-super-soldier-to-sell-what-could-go-wrong" was produced.

And like all of these stories, the product had different ideas.

Itimpu was created and almost immediately went on a murderous rampage. Decades passed. They earned their name in the wilderness and jungles. Somehow, they got into mercenary work. More time passed. And they just so happened to cross paths with a guy, who knew a guy, who knew a woman, who introduced them to Dracula, and they actually became... friends of a sort? Look, everyone knew that Itimpu's loyalty could be bought but was it really paid in fish as the rumors say? And his gang of cats? It's rather widespread. House cats here-- bobcats there-- lynxes, jaguars, lions, even the odd witch's familiar or two-- it's a well known fact he has eyes and ears in the weirdest of places and, simply put, clearly has a way with words, as plenty of cats join "his side" quickly. In terms of sheer numbers, no one knows quite how many "work" for him.

One thing's for sure-- Itimpu sure doesn't talk much.

Goals:
Itimpu has very murky goals, to say the least, and they seem to change based on the situation but, the theme is quite clear when one see what said goals have in common--

Survival

Notes: A THEME SONG YOU SAY?!

Rumors --
"Supposedly he communicates a lot sub vocally, as cats do."

"I heard he doesnt even speak English? Or maybe he was just ignoring me. I dunno."

"Apparently he's got this spot behind is ear that he really likes scratched..."

"Weaknesses? WEAKNESSES?! HA. A laser pointer!"

"...and he's got a whole cardboard fortress..."