OoC: This RPG is for BA Knights only, meaning that only graceful_sheik, Clark Kent, Scoria, Chari, and Quark may post here. In this RPG, our characters will be called on to save a village, and gain some new powers as well. Choose your character wisely.

BiC:

Spirits.

The forces that bind mortals of the realms of the world to the immortal realm of the afterlife. They intertwine, bonding sometimes into stronger creations, sometimes into a weaker creation. But they exist, despite the fact that they can rarely be seen, save for those with control over them.

In a small village in the east, there were such spirits in the village. Spirits of the beasts, that were worshiped in the village as gods. They looked over the village, protecting it from evils that lurked outside the fields of the village.

The panther, black as the night. Its powerful jaws snapped against the evils of the darkness that surrounded the village. Its massive form prowled the territory around the village, silently protecting the people and the livestock.

The owl, wise and fair, watching over the land with its piercing eyes. Its talons attacked all those who dared protect the village, and was the wisest of the Beasts. With its watchful eyes, the young of the village grew safe and smart, and lived their lives in peace.

The wolf, proud and fierce, sought out those of noble heart in the village, and gave to them the knowledge of combat, so that the people of the village could defend themselves. The divinity was fierce, but gentle, the protector of the warriors of the village.

The man, yes, for even a man is a beast inside himself. The man defended the women of the village from those of evil, and was mighty. His was gentle too though, and loved the people of the village with all his immortal soul.

The dragon, but not the ones of myths, a real dragon known as the komodo. Its lizard form breathed life into the newborns of the village, and guided those destined for the realm beyond, when their time came.

And finally, the tiger, powerful and bold. The master of all the other spirits, the white tiger looked on over the village and the spirit gods that protected it, stronger than the others, but useless without their power, for all the six spirits worked as one to keep the peace of the village.

One day, a new person appeared on the outskirts of the village, never actually venturing beyond to the protected village. His face was a mystery, his whole body seemed to ripple with darkness. But as long as he stayed outside the boundaries, he was safe. He moved to the edge of the town with his dark spells and magic.

The children were all warned of him, and were always careful to stay away from him. Rumors spread about the dark person, twisted lies about him, the truth never told, whether or not the person was planning to do anything they never knew.

In the end, the man grew sick, taken from life by the power of evil that flowed through him. Darkness swirled the day he died, and though he was not a member of the village, the spirit gods always did the best they could for a mortal soul. They arrived at the house of the wicked man, to properly guide his soul to the realm beyond.

But the man was ready for them, unwilling to be released from the realm of mortals, and had prepared something for the spirits, who had all arrived in order to properly heal his eternal soul. When the beasts arrived, the man took control of them, invoking dark magic of a most sinister kind, possessing their vessels and gaining their powers.

And so the demon that was once the wicked man took over the gods of the village, who fled when the possessed beasts began to attack the village, destorying all those who had dared to annoy the man who was now a demon.

The people, wanting the spirits appeased and returned to their former states, pleaded for assistance, but none were willing to attack the beasts and cleanse them of the evil that dwelled within their souls now. There was only one person, one person that could do something like this.

And he would be bringing backup.

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Kenjin the Encorna sat alone, within the confines of The Green Dragon, the tavern that had seen the beginnings of many adventures, many of which the Encorna himself had partaken in. The ale there was delightful, even to a being that neither needed food or water to live, but merely saw them as comfort.

His massive frame was supported by a wooden chair, for he sat next to a table set for five others beside himself. He had neither told the Knights why they were to arrive nor the expedition that he had found for them. It seemed so long since they had had some good, old-fashioned fun with evil.

On his back, Thenatos glowed in its sheath, trying to defy the Encorna, but Kenjin merely ignored it. As long as he was not touching it, Kenjin was safe from its power, the negative energy that drove against him everytime he used it.

"The Green Dragon does serve the best ale in the world, and I should know," he chuckled lightly, taking a sip from the massive tankard in front of him, feeling the brown liquid run down his throat, savoring the taste.

OoC: Okay, just post once, saying your character reaches the table with Kenjin. When everyone has posted, we will really start.

OoC: I am so sorry I messed up the wolf.

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