Wielders of the Stars(Mr Man, Mikey B, Hyrulian Hero, Wolfen, HJ, Nikuvillain)

Ooc: Meh, crappy title but it's all I got.
Ok, only Mr. Man, Mikey B, Hyrulian Hero, Wolfen, Honest John, and Nikuvillain can join this battle.

Bic:

The librarian hit the ground before he knew what had happened. A large gaping hole was exposed in the back of his empty skull, blood gushing across the once clean concrete floor, “Much more effective than searching this place myself.” Sin smirked, pleased with his recent meal.

Glancing around the large library, the dark lord instantly knew the entire building like the back of his hand, due to the librarian’s devoured memory. The powerful figure tilted his head down at the dead man, a crooked smile forming at the edge of his lips. “Thank you my friend.” Sirius muttered with a dark sense of humor.

Slowly, the God of Darkness began to levitate from the ground. In a flash, he jerked his gaze from the body and soared across the room. His target was a spiral staircase which’s features stood out above the rest of the library. Taking a sharp turn upward, he twirled vertical to the winding steps, traversing his way to the top floor of the enormous library in mere seconds.

Without slowing, Sin zipped to the top floor and turned sharply once more, flying between the countless bookshelves, the mere wind from his movements wiping books and loose pages off the shelves.

Abruptly, Sirius stopped; the fallen books and loose pages catching up to him with a ruffle at the soles of his feet. Before him now stood a small brown door, it bolted with a single, sturdy lock. An old door that appeared to be older than the books themselves, one rotted with age and secrecy. One that despite its age and beauty, Sin had no regard for. With a flick of the wrist the door disintegrated in an explosion of dark fire and splinters, tearing the piece of history from the building forever. Beyond was a staircase that ascended even higher than the top floor reached. “The attic,” Sin chuckled, anticipating what awaited him, “this is it.”

With another leap off the ground, the demonic entity whisked past the next flight of stairs as if they weren’t even there. He soon found himself in the attic of the giant library. Dust was piled over everything; obviously this room had not been accessed much in the past. Thousands of old books and scrolls were stacked messily across the room. Each had their own reasons why they were no longer available to the public, but Sin didn’t care for any of them save for one.

Although the first sight of the cluttered storage was quite an amazing display, there was one thing that stood out above the rest of the items in the room. In the center of the mess there was an open space where an old concrete pedestal stood. Atop the small table lay a large book, its cover the most complicated design one could ever imagine. The cover showed a simple display of stars at night, but it appeared very realistic as if the book was the sky. It was the only thing that wasn’t covered in an inch of dust; it seemed as if the book held a power so great dust could not even touch it.

Sirius descended carefully from the air, setting his feet softly upon the wood floor once more. Slowly he inched toward the mysterious artifact, moving as if it were to jump away at any moment. He grasped the book with both hands and lifted it up to his eyes. “The Book of Stars,” Sin declared with a surprising joy, but retained his composure, “a mere tool, but a tool that will be of much use to me.”

He swiftly swung open the cover. But a look of disappointment washed over Sin’s shrouded face. The page was blank. He turned to the next page. The page was blank. The next page, it was just as blank as the first. “What?” Sin hissed. He turned to the next page then the next and continued to flip through the book, but page after page was blank. Nothing was in the book, but Sin didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

“Why is this blank!” Sin roared spinning through the pages. Suddenly, a bright light flashed from the pages, illuminating the entire attic. Sin’s vision suddenly blurred. He stumbled back as images and words began to fly through his mind as if thousands of people were trying to speak to him at once. Under an immense confusion, Sirius could not think straight. He felt as if a small dagger was poking at his mind, trying to penetrate it. Sin felt that he had sensed this feeling several times before, someone or something was trying to enter his mind.

Try as he might, Sin could not withstand the power of this book, no matter how strong his own mind was. Abruptly, the voices that were mumbling and shouting mere seconds earlier stopped. Sin opened his eyes, but all he saw before him was a vast white void.

“Seven of you there must be, for the seven amulets require seven persons to wield.” An ominous voice boomed from the emptiness. The shrouded figure that was Sin stood in awe of what had just happened. Whether he had just been teleported to another realm, fallen into a dream, or put under some sort of spell, Sin was in a state of utter confusion. Confusion wasn’t a feeling felt all too often.

Sin shook his head, snapping from his awed state and decided he would find out what exactly just happened, “Show yourself!” he commanded, his eyes searching the strange white realm for a source of life.

“Draco, Cetus, Serpens, Scorpius, the Hydra, the Canes Venatici, and the Lacerta,” it continued as if it had never heard the dark man’s words.

“Shut up and show yourself!” Sin yelled into the abyss, but still the voice did not answer him.

Instead of responding the voice simply continued, “These seven beings of the stars will come to the aid of each of those who hold the seven amulets. Each of these beings will be bound to each of the seven who hold one of these amulets. They will lend them a hand in times of need.”

Sin gritted his teeth and clenched his fists; he didn’t enjoy the power this book had over him, but still he was listening to the words carefully for they were telling him the information he needed. He slowly relaxed as he attempted to adjust to the environment, “I’m listening.” Sin grumbled.

“Not just one can wield these amulets, there must be seven. No more, no less. Seven persons have to balance this power, for the amulets will corrupt and will not be of use if they are possessed by one entity.”

“What do you mean seven persons?” Sin hissed, “You’re telling me I can’t wield these on my own?”

Again, the voice ignored him and continued. “Once as these amulets are possessed, great power will come to the ones who hold them.”

Sin shook his head in disappointment, but still remained calm. “That means I need to get six more people to aid me.” Sin thought silently, the sense of anger and disappointment arousing in his soul. “Where do I find these amulets?”

This time, he received an answer, but not from the voice. A radiant impulse of light filled the void, and soon faded to darkness. As quick as the light had left, images began to flash through Sin’s mind. A forest, a cave, a castle, and finally a staircase transcending into the sky: all these zipped through the deceiver’s mind but soon vanished in another puff of black. All the images had disappeared as if they were never there.

Sin opened his eyes to discover himself standing in the library’s attic once more. The book he held in his hands automatically closed up and forced itself from his hands, falling hard to the wood floor.

“I do not enjoy the power this mere book has, it greatly exceeds my own.” Sin hissed distastefully. “This shows how much I still have to learn.”

Sin had other things to focus on besides the book, he had to find six other warriors to join him on this quest or else he wouldn’t gain the power of the stars that he had heard so much about.

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The next morning, Sin rushed through the task of writing out a short want ad he was to post on the news bulletin in the nearby town of Creek Village. He snuck into the city, disguised to conceal his true form, and succeed in posting his message for all eyes to see. The letter read as the following:

Attention,

If you think you can fight, if you believe you can survive against dire circumstances and impossible odds, or if you want an exciting adventure that you will most certainly not return alive from, then head south of Creek Village and meet me at the stone bridge, the one leading into the Dark Forest, that’s where I will meet you.

Don’t hold back

He had tried to write it as intimidating as possible; he only wanted people who would survive to join him on this quest. He didn’t want to make more than one trip.

Ooc: So it begins. There will be a posting order, so wait for everyone to post once before posting again and we will post in that order for the rest of the quest.

“Hmmm, Creek Village eh?”

Flamel stood with his usual twisted smirk, his hands jammed in his pockets. The town before him was bustling with activity, with people of all ages going about on their own business. This would be as good a place as any for a good time.

Creed casually strode into the medium sized town. Many of the buildings before him were two or three stories tall, although the top of a church steeple could be seen poking out from the middle of the town. The madman’s nose was met with various smells.

From the fruit stands came the sour smell of oranges, the sweet smell of fresh and crisp apples, and even the moldy smell of decayed fruit. As he passed a butcher’s shop his nose was met with the smells of both raw and cooked meat. He licked his lips from hunger but decided against stealing some food.

“I don’t want to attract attention to myself until I’m blowing this city straight to Hell,” Flamel thought. The Master of Explosions made his way towards the center of the town. The middle was always the best place to start.

“You,” Creed said, grabbing a random man. The person, a rather chubby man, acted rather skittish and frightened. “Where is the nearest inn?”

The man sighed with relief when it turned out that Flamel wasn’t going to kill him. “It’s straight ahead,” he told Creed. “Watch yourself though. A librarian in a nearby town was brutally murdered last night.”

Flamel thanked the man and headed where he had stated the inn was. “A murder eh? A brutal one at that. It sounds like somebody’s already beaten me to this city.”

The madman soon found himself standing in front of a rather large inn. Nearly four stories tall and a quarter of a block wide, it seemed to be rather accommodating. Flamel quickly took notice of the news bulletin that was attached to the outer wall.

“Let’s see if these people have heard of me yet,” Creed thought. Out of over one hundred towns that he had been to, ninety-seven of them had wanted posters with his face on them. It was becoming a hobby of his to count how many towns had heard of him.

“Let’s see now,” Flamel said to himself. “There seems to only be one poster on this bulletin.”

Attention,

If you think you can fight, if you believe you can survive against dire circumstances and impossible odds, or if you want an exciting adventure that you will most certainly not return alive from, then head south of Creek Village and meet me at the stone bridge, the one leading into the Dark Forest, that’s where I will meet you.

Don’t hold back

The wanted man snickered to himself. Without another word, or even a thought, Flamel headed off to inquire on where the stone bridge leading into the Dark Forest was.

Oh, today’s such a nice day. Let’s see if I can find a job today he thought while he walked towards a city.. Nikudemon came across small city called, Waters City. This is strange, why does the city have an “s” at the end of water. Niku walked into the city, but before he was able to enter the city, a man ran out of the city screaming, “Help! Help! Bandits, their trying to kill me!” The man yelled out really loudly.

“Stop, mister, I can help you out,” Niku said trying to calm the old man. Then he pulled out his sword and turned to face the bandits. “Stop chasing after this man or you will regret it.” The bandits ran away, and he turned back to the old man. “Are you alright, mister?”

“Yes, I’m alright thank you. Can you escort me to Creek Village?” the old man replied

“Yes, I can, but I was going to get a job. Guess I’ll take you to Creek Village,” Niku said and started the walk to Creek Village. After a little walk, they reached Creek Village. It was a nice village with a lot of people that occupied it. “Okay, I’ll leave you here, I’m going to find a job,” Niku said while he walked off.

“Okay then, goodbye and thank you for the help!” the old man yelled out happy that he had made it.

Nikudemon walked into the local bar to get something to eat and drink. “Bartender, give me anything that is made already and some water to drink.”

“Ok, coming right up. anything else?” the bartender asked.

“Yes, one more thing. where is the bulletin board,” Niku said, drinking the water that he received.

“Oh, just go right to the door you came in. Then make a left hand turn when you get outside of the door. Keep going until you reach a green building. Make a right down that street and you will see it on a building,” the bartender replied.

“Ok, I’ve got it, and thank you for the meal,” Niku said and payed the man. He began to follow his direction’s. After he arrived to the bulletin board’s. He started looking for a job. Man, none of these look like a good job to me, he thought as he stared at the board in disbelief. He was about to give up when he saw one promising poster. Interesting, this look like a good job, its just to bad there is no pay.


It read:
Attention:
If you think you can fight, if you believe you can survive against dire circumstances and impossible odds, or if you want an exciting adventure that you will most certainly not return alive from, then head south of Creek Village and meet me at the stone bridge, the one leading into the Dark Forest, that’s where I will meet you.

Don’t hold back.

Nikudemon started to walk to a stone bridge, but remembered that he did not know where it was. He asked one of the people walking around, “Excuse me, but can you help me, I need to find a stone bridge that lead to the Dark Forest.”

“Yes, I know where that is. Just go straight that way and you will get there,” the man said pointing south of where he was. Niku went off to cross the stone bridge. After a little walk it was now in sight he can see were he was suppose to be.

OoC: I'll be using Crécasta.

Crécasta lay silently beneath a large ash tree, her hands held behind her head as she leaned against its solid trunk. The woman’s eyes gazed down to the small town below her, the rising sun casting fiery reflections apon the river that ran through its centre. Tall buildings littered the filthy streets and narrow alleyways, busy market stalls and traders were scattered across her vision. A tall Romanesque church sat near a strong wooden bridge, its steeple rising high above the rest of the town. The shouts of merchants trying to offload their worthless goods onto dim travelers could be heard carrying apon the wind. Smells of exotic fruits tingled beneath Créa’s acute nose. Oranges, strawberries, melons, apples, figs. Her mouth began to water.

Faolchú’s spirit appeared beside her.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve had the chance to rest from your travels. I think that your allowed take the day off once in a while.” The large golden wolf spoke to her gently.

“I suppose your right, Faolchú. I could do with a bit of relaxation, after all I deserve it.” She gave her guardian spirit a cheerful wink while rising to her feet.

The beautiful woman stretched her arms of above her head giving a large tried yawn as she did so. The Dúileach began to walk slowly down the green hillside away from the small group of trees. She soon arrived at the gates of the town.

A large wooden archway greeted her as she stepped through the low stonewalls. Large letters were carved roughly into the arch.

Creek Village

Créa glanced around the small narrow street in which she now stood. Traders and merchants could be seen and heard advertising their products.

“Get your beans, fresh fat beans! Get your beans!”

“Pig’s meat! Nice juicy pig’s meat!”

“Apples! Apples! Two apples for a gold piece!”

A small pushy man shoved himself in front of Crécasta. His arms were filled with foul smelling fruits. He grabbed one of the horrid green rotting articles and forced it before her face giving her an inquiring look with his thick untamed eyebrows.

“Ain’t you a pretty lass? I bet you a pretty one like you wants to take care of themselves, right? Well why don’t you try some of my miracle skin cream? It keeps you smelling like honey! Only, ten gold pieces, what do you say?” The ugly man spoke with a slurring accent and nodded his head after every question.

“I don’t know. Ten gold pieces sounds a bit much, I’m sure a handsome young man like yourself could give a helpless lady like me a bit of a discount, no?” The man’s dirty cheeks went bright red as Créa began to toy with him. His hand began to nervously pass through his hair as though trying to neaten it up a bit.

“Well, I dunno, this is top quality stuff. Real good for complexion and health, you know, but maybe since I’m such a handsome kind young man I could give you it for eight gold pieces.” The man’s cheeks were still as red as cherries.

Créa began to act like she was rooting frantically through her pockets. After spending several minutes searching in vain she glanced up from her waist. She looked straight at the man and actually managed to catch him looking where he shouldn’t have been before.

“Sorry but it seems that I don’t have any money but maybe if you let me off I can pay you later.” Créa gave him a friendly smile. He began to blush once again.

“I suppose I could but the Misses won’t be happy if I do...” A disappointed look crossed Créa’s face. He glanced down at his feet. “ Alright, how can I resist a young lass like yourself but you had better pay me back or I’ll be you quick as a greyhound.”

The merchant handed one of the slimy fruits to her placing it forcefully into her waiting palm. He looked slightly taken back as a he saw the weapons she held. She walked off giving him a charming smile as she passed him. His eyes followed her as she walked and then eventually he turned his attention back to the travelers. As soon as his back was bowed Crécasta launched the grotesque fruit at the back of his head. She heard Faolchú whisper in her ear as she headed off towards the town’s pub.

“Do you always have to toy with them like that? You know what some of these men are like.”

“I don’t have to but I enjoy messing with these primitive creatures.” One of her smiles spread across her face.

After a short walk Créa arrived at the pub-restaurant. The building was a small slightly slanted two-story house. The pub was only in the downstairs section obviously the owners lived upstairs.

The elegant woman walked through the painted mahogany doors and into the small rectangular room, the bar stood on the other side of the room. Eyes followed her as she walked over and sat down on one of the high stools. Her style of dress tended to attract attention.

She sat patiently as she waited for the bartender to finish dealing with another customer. Finally the large bald man turned to face her, cleaning a large beer glass with a piece of dirty cloth as he spoke.

“What will it be?” He had a rather harsh voice and really didn’t seem to care.

“I’ll have a plate of fish with a bit of salad, if I may.”

“I have fish but salad is a bit la-di-da for this place.” The barman put the glass down in front of the man he had been serving early.

“Fish it is then.”

The bartender stuck his head through a door behind the bar.

“Margaret, get me one fish steak and make it quick!” A muffled reply came back through the thick door. Créa couldn’t make what it was.

“No, Margaret I can’t pay you till the end of the week! I don’t care if your boyfriend is making you pay for dinner tonight!” The man turned his head back to Créa.

“Your food will be out in a minute.”

A yawn passed Créa lips as she waited for her food to arrive. Finally after more than half an hour it did. It looked disgusting, as though it was still alive though. A thick brown sauce was spread over it. The bartender caught sight of Crécasta’s weapons as he placed the plate down in front of her.

“A fighter, ay? A message went up this morning offering some kind of challenge to warriors. I think it said to meet down at the stone bridge. Up for it?”

“Sounds interesting, I’ll go check it out. Where’s the stone bridge?” Créa started digging into her food. Lucky it didn’t taste as bad as it looked.

“Head out the south entrance of the village and then go towards the Dark Forest, it crosses the river on the way to the forest. If I was you I’d stay anyway from that place though, I’ve only ever heard bad things about it.”

Excited after hearing of this “challenge” Créa quickly finished off her meal, paid the bartender and then set off following his directions.

I'll use Flak, merely because this is a great chance to do so.
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Flak stood silently in front of the bar. It seemed almost… familiar. He shrugged off the fact and entered through the creaking doors with such melodrama that everybody actually did look Nobody wore attire like his, and he was actually laughable. Somebody actually did laugh, but it was more of a drunken giggle followed closely by a hiccup. As the cowboy passed said drunken man, he gave such a foul look from underneath his broad hat that the opposite nearly wet his pants.

“Bartender,” he said, keeping his voice as low as possible, “give me the best you’ve got.” The hilariously serious man wasn’t too intimidating, but the very air of vehemence he gave off was enough to make even a wild animal tame, let alone make an uncaring bartender get attentive. In under a minute, Flak had his drink. He drank it slowly, enjoying every second that it slipped down his throat. Trying to regain his composure, the bartender asked in his harsh tone, “so? How is it?”

Waiting a few seconds to enjoy thinking about what he was about to do, the vile man snarled and responded.

“Inadequate.”

With a quick flourish, Flak had his gun out and pointing straight at the man’s head, just above his eyes. Before he could even react, his brains had been splattered across the back wall, and a hole in his head that was oddly similar to the one that was imprinted forever in the back of the late Librarian’s.

A scream.

A yell.

And there was a lone stander, defiant to Flak’s fury. He was short, stocky, and his face was red with his inebriation. He grasped a broken beer bottle, breathing so heavily that his entire frame lifted and dropped with a monotonous rate to it that slowly got faster. The sheer awkwardness of the situation made Flak raise an unseen eyebrow. The man yelled out “YOU. YOU KILLED MY COUSIN. You blew open the back of his head! He was just a librarian, for Christ’s sake!! But now… YOUR ASS IS MINE.”

Flak smiled and blew his opponent’s lower leg away with a single shot, tripping him, and then yelling out “BRISINGRE!!”

He laughed at the sheer pain that the man endured while being burned to death.

There were still survivors, though. Flak went through and almost methodically killed each and every one of them, shaking with pure glee. Halfway through, he said to himself, “nothing beats the sound of dozens of voices screaming in unison!” Even the men were too afraid of the cowboy to attack him in this insurmountable rampage.

Having his fill of death for the day, Flak decided to leave town before things got heavy. As he left the door, he spied an innocent bystander peddling random things, such as a hat that could talk and a Phoenix named Fawks. Suppressing his urge to kill, he grabbed the bystander and calmly said to him, “Hey… in the bar… there’s a pretty big mess. I bet you could get somebody to clean it up.” The peddler nodded and went in, and apparently passed out, because he didn’t come back out.

Just as Flak was about to leave town, he found a note plastered with importance upon the town’s bulletin board. It read as such:

Attention,

If you think you can fight, if you believe you can survive against dire circumstances and impossible odds, or if you want an exciting adventure that you will most certainly not return alive from, then head south of Creek Village and meet me at the stone bridge, the one leading into the Dark Forest, that’s where I will meet you.

Don’t hold back

Flak shoving his hand onto the handle of his gun. Powerful warriors… Isis, he thought, running off to find this stone bridge.
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Hee hee, I had to destroy half of it because it got too sadistic. ^_^; Also, yay for cameos!

OoC: Here it is. I had another version written, but it wasn't real good. So I rewrote it and this version is much better.

BiC:
Shron came to stop in the road, one that was split into two separate paths: right or left. There was a sign in the middle. It read:

<-- Creek Village
--> Woods

Shron turned his reins to the left, making his horse go along the path he desired. After even more mundane traveling along a musty path he reached open plains. A cool wind washed over his hot and sweaty face. This was a welcome change from the humidity of the woods.

A few weeks had passed since he had been in Meridia. After traveling over some mountain range, he came upon this forest and a lone path. Shron followed it without a thought until he finally reached open fields. He saw a village not too far off. ‘That must be Creek Village,’ he assumed as NightStar snorted, ‘Hopefully, I’ll find something, anything leading to Ciarra.’ Shron gave his horse a small kick to get going to the east. They arrived at Creek Village around midday.

Creek Village seemed more plentiful of inhabitants than Meridia; hundreds of people walked each street. Shops, armories, and many other businesses made their home hidden within masses of buildings. Many large stores displayed their finest work strung up along walls or dangling from the ceiling. The sights (and smells) from diners brought to mind Shron’s rumbling with hunger. He reached around his belt for a certain bag. He sighed in relief. He still had some money left. He entered one of the diners and ate.

Shron bought himself some food, meat along with bread. He had a tropical fruit drink to wash it all down. He paid the bartender the money, about 16 rupees. He was about to leave when he overheard and interesting conversation.

“Didja see that poster?” one man asked another. He was gruff and bulky, and had a large amount of facial hair. The other man, a more clean-shaven person, shook his head in repliance to his friend’s answer. The first looked like a fighter who would wield an axe, while the other looked like a swordsman. The gruff man continued, “A bandit… the government’s payin’ at leas’ 2000 rupees fer someone to capture him. They say he’s the leader of a large group of criminals an’ outlaws. Jus’ ‘bout a month ago he and a few of his best men raided a village an’ kidnapped some girl…”

That last sentence confirmed it for Shron. This man… this bandit was the same one who kidnapped Ciarra. “Excuse me,” Shron interrupted.

The two looked at him. The gruff man said loudly, “Yeah?”

“That poster… about the bandit… where did you see it?”

“On the big, bulletin board. It’s in the the middle of the village. There are other posters on it, so it should be easy to find.”

“Thank you,” Shron said gladly, “Thank you so much.” He turned around to leave when one spoke again. Shron turned his head back to them.

“You’re a mercenary,” the swordsman asked, pointing to Shron’s large blade on his back, “aren’t you?”

“Yes,” the Sheikah replied, “Yes I am.” He went to the door and left.

It took a little searching and wandering around, but Shron found it. The bulletin board hung on one of the walls at eye level. A few pieces of paper were tacked onto it. Shron placed his finger along the poster from the government. He slumped his shoulders. No picture. Only the bandit’s name and a short description, both of which didn’t help much. But something else cought his eye…

Attention,

If you think you can fight, if you believe you can survive against dire circumstances and impossible odds, or if you want an exciting adventure that you will most certainly not return alive from, then head south of Creek Village and meet me at the stone bridge, the one leading into the Dark Forest, that’s where I will meet you.

Don’t hold back

The poster looked intimidating, with very pointy handwriting in a dark, black ink. Yet it seemed like a waste of time. It mentioned a very dangerous adventure with little chance of survival. Shron lifted his foot and took a step, and then froze. The rest of the village faded away as Shron was enveloped in a blue light. Shron was not frightened, as he knew where he was. A voice spoke and he listened.

‘Young Sheikah, the one you love has escaped her captor’s grasps. But now she faces another danger. That letter you just saw will lead you to her. Go there. You love her. So help her.’

The light disappeared and the village came back into view. He looked again at the letter. ‘Stone bridge… south of the village… leading to the Dark Forest…’

Shron left his horse at a nearby stable. He asked for a good path to the Dark Forest and went to an exit from the village. He kicked some of the sand that he stood on and headed off.

‘Don’t worry CiCi! I’m coming for you!’

OoC: Looks like Hyrulian Hero is the only person we have to wait for.

Kurizu looked down at the small device in his hand and back up at the sign above the door of the library, checking to make sure that he had finally found the place. Confident now that he had arrived at his destination, the Death God slipped the cell phone inside his robe and stepped through the oak door in front of him. Emerging on the other side, the young warrior felt an immediate wonder at the sheer volume of tomes in front of him. Every single wall was lined floor to ceiling with them, and there was several door ways leading into presumably similar rooms.

Striding across the floor, the Death God peering around expectantly. Sure enough, an old silvery man huddled in the far corner of the room. Smiling warmly, Kurizu slowly approached him. The man was very old, and almost completely bald. He wore the typical vestments of a librarian; not too shabby, not too luxurious. The only abnormal thing about this old man at all was the fact that he was colored completely silver, and a faint haze of silvery mist hung around him.

“Fear not.” Kurizu said cheerfully as he strode towards the man, who was cringing in fear. “Don’t worry, I’m here to help you.” The young man reached up and slowly drew his sword from over his shoulder.

“W-who are you? What do you want with me?” The librarian stuttered, still trying to crawl backwards into the wall.

“My name is unimportant. You need only know that I’m here to send you on to a better place.” Kurizu replied happily. Without waiting for the spirit to try an make an escape or ask any more questions, the Shinigami knelt down and stamped the hilt of his katana on the spirit’s forehead. The old man made a slight noise of surprise, before his face took on a knowing and peaceful look. Slowly, the spirit of the librarian faded away, and Kurizu stood up. Spinning around on his heel, the Death God strode back across the floor and through the door.

Smiling serenely, Kurizu strutted through he village, his hands clasped together in his snow-white hair. He enjoyed these kinds of days. The sun was out, the people in the streets were relatively cheerful, and there were just enough jobs to do that he could enjoy them without feeling overworked.

Walking right through a young woman in armor, the Death God looked around for something else to do. So far, there had only been three souls to send on today, and he was still feeling adventurous. Then, he saw it. Directly in front of him was a large bulletin board, covered in a myriad of different colored posters. Smiling, Kurizu closed his eyes and shot out a hand, sticking it through a random poster. Opening his eyes to see what he had picked, the Shinigami read the ad over.

As he read it over and over, Kurizu began to feel a sudden surge of excitement. Dire circumstances? Impossible odds? An exciting adventure? Well now, this is more like it! I guess it’s going to be a good day after all! The Death God sprinted down the street, following the various street signs.

Ooc: Alright, lets get started then

Bic:

Sirius remained hidden from view in his invisible state, hovering several meters above the stone bridge. Already at least thirty men and women had arrived, far more than he hoped for. But that didn’t matter; he would find a way to relieve himself of the extra twenty-four adventurers.

He glanced around at the various people who had arrived to sign up, all of them appearing to be very capable for the job, although a few seemed more so than others. They were mumbling amongst themselves, talking about various things such as who was the one who started this quest.

Sin decided enough had arrived and preferably didn’t want anymore to show up, with luck many of them might die before the end, before he would have to kill the extra ones himself.

Slowly he materialized before the crowd in his true form, extending a palm forward. A bright flash of fire illuminated the forest’s edge. A young man in the crowd collapsed to the ground, dead and aflame. Everyone began to stir in wonder and fear, save for a few of the more proud and confident warriors.

“So, thirty-two of you have arrived, now thirty-one of you there are.” Sin began; his concealed face void of any expression. Many of the adventurers were disgusted by the dark figure’s recent action, but they continued to listen. “This journey will be a hard one for you all. Realize that this is your last chance to turn back, after we begin we will stop for no one.”

An armored man from the crowd ground his teeth in anger, he couldn’t stand how this shadowy stranger could kill an innocent adventurer without a second thought, “You…” he began, cursing under his breath all the while. “You can’t…” He continued. He was having trouble getting the words out of his mouth through his intense hatred. Without another word he unsheathed his sword and charged toward Sin, eyes ablaze. He heaved his blade upward and swung it down vertically upon the God of Darkness.

Sin grabbed the end of the blade with a single armored hand. “I don’t take well to mutiny either.” Sin hissed. With his free hand he grabbed the man’s neck. With a quick flick to the side, his neck snapped.

Sin dropped the man’s mangled corpse off the edge of the bridge, its messy form floating down the river.

“If there’s anyone else who wishes to kill me, by all means please step forward.” Sin taunted the remaining people that stood before him. Some of them may have been more experienced than Sin, but none of them had the frightening presence he emitted.

Three armored men and a young woman archer backed away from the congregation and swiftly ran back toward the village. Sin looked around at the rest of them, seeing that none of them were planning on leaving. “still too many.” Sirius hissed to himself.
“Alright, let’s go.” With that, Sin’s feet hit the manmade bridge with an abrupt landing. He turned around slowly, facing the field of trees that stretched for miles. That was their first obstacle.

Ooc: You may introduce your characters however you like.

Flamel flipped out his sunglasses, placing them upon his rather bored looking face. Indeed, he was bored. The madman wanted to do what this… thing had done, and kill random people in the group. Unfortunately, his method of killing was always a bit messy.

Scanning the assembled crowd, Creed saw many faces both familiar and unfamiliar. One of the familiar ones was that of the criminal Dyroxiso, a foreigner who had a large bounty on his head. One of the unfamiliar ones however, managed to steal his gaze for a little while.

His yellow eyes, covered by his shades, rested on the beautiful figure of a woman. Her lightly tanned complexion was complimented by the countless black tattoos that covered every visible body part. He couldn’t help but wonder if the tattoos covered non-visible body parts too.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

Flamel snapped back to reality. While he had been staring at the beautiful woman, he had walked straight into an armor-clad warrior. This warrior, obviously nervous as it was, unsheathed his sword as a testament to his anger.

“Oh hush up,” Creed said, resting a hand on the warrior’s shoulder in a fake gesture of friendship. Rather than being a way to show friendliness however, it was a way to show how pissed off he was at being disturbed while in his thoughts.

The madman focused on the warrior’s armor, channeling explosive energies into it. He could feel every molecule that left his own reserve of energy and flowed into the armor, bonding with the molecules and making them very volatile.

All of this happened in a few mere seconds however, as the knight angrily brushed Flamel’s hand aside. He’d held on long enough though, and the warrior’s armor suddenly erupted in an explosion, drawing the attention of several of those present.

Taking advantage of the distraction that the explosion had caused, Flamel inched his way to the beautiful woman. He resisted the urge to put his arm around her shoulders, instead walking up to her from an angle.

“Umm… Hi, my name’s Flamel, what’s yours?”

“Ugh,” he thought to himself. “The worst pickup line ever…”

OOC: Sorry for the short post. I’ve been having a bit of insomnia lately.

Ooc: For all the ones that does not know yet Nikudemon get an upgrade so take a look.

Bic: Niku had arrive there a little while ago an seen that he had to wait for the host to arrive. He found a nice place to seat down and rest while he waited. He watches as many people were arriving to the spot that he was waiting at. He looks around at the crowd and seen that there was no one that he recognize. He started to fell asleep for the lack of action that was going on.

Then some action happen or enough to make Niku take notice he see a little boy start to walk were all the people was. Niku walk up to the little boy and kneel down in front of him look at him. “What are you doing here little boy?”

“I’m looking for my mother she here somewhere,” the little boy said while looking around.

This little boy can’t be more then five maybe six yet he calls he’s mom mother. Well I should help the poor little guy out after all I remember what it’s to be with out me mother.

Then the swords men woke up to a loud explosion. When he woke up he got hit in the face with a large rock. He tried to look to see what happen but he could not see do to the debris from the explosion that when off. The most he was able to make out was everyone was starting to run away and screaming after the explosion. The swordsmen jump on the wall to avoid being step on by the crowd he look around to see who was left and seen that there was some more people left.

That good only one person got hurt and he was carry away but where is that little boy. Well I don’t see him so that means that he got away. But who would be stupid enough to set off a bomb in the middle of this place. “Hey, you people down there what happen? Who set the bomb down in this place? Why are you brave people running away?” the swordsmen yelled out but got no answer to his question. The swordsmen jump down of his wall and started look at some of the people that was left. The ones the he paid the most attention to was the ones that look stronger than him witch looked like ever one almost.

Man I’m surrounded by a bunch of strong people. Why me? Why do I always find the strong people to be around? Well I hope that we start soon so I don’t get kill by one of them. The swordsman was now standing in the middle of the blast area lost in thought.

OoC: Woo for crappyness.

BiC:

Crécasta had managed to arrive at the stone bridge before the rest of the competition. She had spent the few hours after she arrived checking out the other warriors and seeing if there was anyone who looked strong. To be honest, she was not impressed by what see saw. “A gaggle of children.” She had thought when see saw the fear on people’s face at Sin’s grotesque acts.

Quite suddenly something had managed to catch her flickering attention. A blast of air crashed against her, radiating out from a small explosion. By the time the wind lessened she had caught sight of an unusual looking man, slowly creeping over towards her.

“Umm... Hi, my name’s Flamel, what’s yours?” Her icy gaze fixed him to the spot. Within seconds Créa realized that this man, this madman, had been the cause of the explosion.

“It’s Créa. Way to be subtle with that explosion back there, Sparky.” Crécasta voice was littered with sarcasm.

“Well, you know, I do try. I just live for fireworks like that. It’s a dangerous life but I think I deal with it pretty well.” Creed said putting all he could into it as his shaded eyes sneaking a glance down Créa’s lithe body.

Even through the shades Créa could guess where he was looking, “Nice shades, mind if I have a look see.” The Dúileach whipped off Flamel’s sunglasses before he could react, his eyes happened to be looking at a rather inappropriate area. Quickly, he tried to recompose himself and act as though nothing had happened.

Delicately, Créa pushed back some loose strands of hair from her eyes and placed the ends of the glasses behind her ears. Her new accessory complimented her cool and collected vibe. Slowly, she began to walk past Flamel, passing her slender fingertips across his face.

“I’ll see you around, Sparky.”

She walked forward to the top of the group. See could she the dark figure’s shape through the sunglasses. Behind the odd being was a massive expanse of tree life and foliage. Darkness seemed to spread from the forest, not a single animal’s howl or song could be heard from the high branches. Still, all the same, the forest’s energies feed Créa’s power. Slowly, the group began to move forward towards the ominous forest of dark and despair.

Someone tapped Créa on her bare shoulder. Quickly, she spun her head around to face the person. “Please not, Sparky, again” Sure enough, Flamel Creed stood behind her, his hair slicked back.

“Here, Sparky, I’m really not in mood for you right now. We’ve got this, thing, on our hands right now. Sorry, but you ain’t my first priority.” Crécasta gave a dismissing wave of her hand. Creed grabbed hold off it, resisting the temptation of blowing her into a thousand tiny pieces.

“Come on, darling, just give me five minutes.”

Créa pulled her hand from his grasp and gave him a quick slap. “Get the hell away from me you prick.” With that Créa gave him a quick blast from one of her wind geysers, launching the unfortunate Flamel Creed several metres into the air.

A few seconds later he came crashing down nursing a building lump on the top of his head.

OoC:Mikey B, keep in mind that Créa isn't all that fond of men. Flamel will have to be persisant if he wants to get anywhere.

"Hehehe... yet another who enjoys sweet embrace of death. Or, more specifically, killing."

Flak had watched the short "battle" between Sin and the ignorant boobs who had so insolently attacked him. The blood spurts had givin him an insane euphoric glee, one that could only be sated by talking with the man. He made his way to the front of the group, his pace only subtly faster than all the others'. Then, and explosion went off.

Flak, being at the head of the group (and then some) had completely avoided the blast. Still, he didn't escape unaffected. "Still more death, eh? I want to see the poor sap on the receiving end of that mother of a bomb," the cowboy said, licking his lips.

When he got to the crater, he was dissapointed. What? No body? Argh... me and my death fetish. Then, he saw the brief flirt between Flamel and Créa. She's too good for him... he thought, smirking a bit. He couldn't get his eyes off her... and then he realized that his bloodlust had been sated.

"Where are you, Mr. Big 'n Tall I'ma-gonna-kick-yo-ass?" he said, half to himself and half to the woods, once again ahead of just about everyone. "Come out, come out! I just want to talk to you, maybe shake your hand..."

OoC: Started off good, ended up mediocre. Meh, I've been having a bit of a writer's block lately.

Also, I won't be able to post for about a month. So, prepare to be bored for a bit.

OoC: Ack! Didn't realize it was my turn already. I'd better subscribe to the thread. *does so*

BiC:
Shron felt intimidated as he neared the crowd. He looked around at all who were gathered here before the stone bridge leading into the Dark Forest. He tensed up. Shron hadn’t expected there to be so many strong warriors. He could’ve sworn there were at least 30 or so people here. Many of them looked to be not of Hyrule or Calatia.

Shron saw one man with dark hair that was slicked back. He wore a black leather jacket, along with a black t-shirt and jeans. Another man was wearing a red bandana along with a gold pendant around his neck. Shron then came to a woman with dark tattoos that complimented her light skin tone. ‘Beautiful,’ he thought to himself as the woman walked further into the crowd. There was another peculier looking man. He had the look of a cowboy, with a large hat doning his head.

Everone in the crowd stopped and looked towards the stone bridge. There appeared to be some sort of shadow hovering over it. Slowly, a strange figure took form right there. Shron moved himself closer to the front of the crowd. He immediately felt cold and started shivering as the strange figure took its shape there. “It can’t be,” Shron whispered underneath his breath, “Haksa.” The Sheikah clenched his teeth and his heart beat faster. He tightened his fist at his side, fire beginning to take shape around his hand.

The figure rose its palm to the crowd, and flames burst forth. Shron rose his arms, making a magic sheild. He looked and one person fell to the ground, burning. Everyone else suffered minor injuries.

“So, thirty-two of you have arrived, now thirty-one of you there are,” the figure began, its voice deep and foreboding. Shron’s face showed a sign of disgust at this… thing. He reached for the hilt of his blade, ready to pull it out. “This journey will be a hard one for you all,” he continued, “Realize that this is your last chance to turn back, after we begin we will stop for no one.”

Shron ground his teeth, sickened by this horrid person. He was about to unsheath his blade, when another person took his place in retaliation. “You… You can’t…” an armored man started off, cursing beneath his breath. He let out a yell as he ran at the stranger, sword drawn, ready to fight. However, the stranger parried the armored man’s attack and snapped his neck. “I don’t take well to mutiny either,” the figure hissed and then threw the man into the river.

“If there’s anyone else who wishes to kill me, by all means please step forward,” the stranger taunted. It was as if the stranger was talking directly to Shron. He almost pulled the sword out of its sheath but stopped. He let it fall back and his arm dropped back to his side. ‘No, not now,’ he thought, ‘When the time comes, this ‘thing’ will receive justice’ Shron took several deep breaths and calmed himself. The Sheikah sensed fear in a few people. Some ran off, but others, like Shron, were in this to stay. He was not going to give up easily.

OoC: There. I mentioned everyone's character. Except Hyrulian Hero's, since his character is invisible. (once again, my bad).

OoC: My char is suppose to be invisible right now, you know.

BiC: The young man, relieved at finally reaching the meeting point, plopped down into a crossed-leg sitting postion and carefully surveyed each of the warriors. The Death God's examination was cut short however, for a tall, dark man appeared at the end of the clearing and began his speech.

Kurizu listened to the man, if somewhat only half-heartedly, smirking as he miscounted the number people in the clearing. There's thirty-three, but he doesn't need to know that. At least, not at the moment. I'll wait to reveal myself until later.

As the group began to mill about, the white-haired teen amused himself by sticking his hands through the clothes of women, mostly in inappropiate areas. The Death God's entertainment was somewhat hollow however, seeing as he couldn't acually feel anything. Somewhere off to the warrior's right, a large explosion echoed throughout the clearing, overwhelming everything else.

And thats thirty. Kurizu thought silently, placing a hand on his sword, dispite the fact that no one could see him.

OoC: Lead us on Quark!

“As long as he doesn’t kill everyone, I have no problem with this fellow.” Sin noted the explosion in the crowd. It had appeared as if the explosion came from nowhere, but Sin noticed the pleasing reaction of a certain someone leaving the crime scene.

Sirius didn’t care if he killed anyone; all he needed was at least six of these people to survive. No, not at least… he needed exactly a seven total. No more and no less. If he had more he would have to kill off the extras, and if he had less he would have to kill them all and start over again.

Sin had also noticed that a number of the women in the group were moving uncomfortably, occasionally a bulge showed moving around in the front of their clothes or the front of their pants. Sin’s eyes widened, “Ok then.” He tried to figure out what was happening, but couldn’t quite figure it out.

Finally a young woman screamed and swung her blade through the air, “Who groped me?” She screamed eyes ablaze in fury.

Sin stifled a chuckle. He now knew what was happening for he had seen similar event happen many times, most being himself in his earlier days. Someone in the crowd had the power over his body to transmute himself into an invisible state.

“We leave.” Sin said simply, pushing the thoughts of the various conflicts within the group out from his mind. He turned away from the adventurers and toward the forest. Slowly, his feet planted themselves gently on the ground. He took in a deep breath of the air, although he had no need to breath, and exhaled slowly. He could smell the essence of fear in the air with a mixture of anger. Two of his most favorite emotions were floating about the warriors that had joined him. Without another word he stepped into the awaiting woods. The others began to move forward, following their leader. Their journey had begun; a journey that would change their lives for better or for worse.

Sin knew that with such a large group that the smaller beasts of the forest would avoid them, but the much larger and more dangerous one would be more attracted to such a large feast. “This is going to be interesting.” Sirius smirked.

Everyone seemed to stay at least several yards away from the dark warrior at all times, they didn’t know what to think of him and some of them wondered why they even started this journey.

“Did you not notice? This man is Sin, the eater of cities.” A voice whispered in the crowd.

“It’s not him, don’t be a fool.” Another voice whispered back, both thinking that Sin couldn’t hear a word they were saying.

“Yeah, Sin’s only a legend. A myth made up to scare kids, this guy is a poser.” A third whispered back.

“He freaking floats off the ground for Din’s sake.” The first whispered back.

“Silence,” Sin ordered, “There are monsters in the forest far worse than me.”

“There are monsters in the forest far worse than me.”

Flamel snickered to himself when he heard Sin say that. For a moment he forgot exactly how he knew this man to be Sin, although it all came back to him as he heard several warriors around him muttering amongst themselves.

He absentmindedly brushed a small amount of dirt off of his back and tried to think of what to do. There were actually quite a few choices that presented themselves to the wanted man.

“There’s the cute tattooed girl, I could try to persuade her a little more. She’s still got my sunglasses,” Creed thought. “Or I could kill a few more people. That Sin or Shin or whatever his name is probably wouldn’t like that though, and what’s with the guy with the weird hat?”

The possibilities danced around inside his head like a tribe of island natives around a fire. Each one held even more choices that could be chosen afterwards. If he spoke with the strange-hat wearing man, he could kill him afterwards, or he could invite him for a drink.

If he spoke to the tattooed woman he could get his sunglasses back, or he could kill her. “Naw,” he thought. Killing women for no reason was against his moral code.

“Okay then: No killing women or children, no… Huh, I guess I don’t have much of a moral code.”

Flamel stroked his hair back with his left hand, preparing for a second go at the woman. His hands rested in the side pockets of his leather coat, ready to be pulled out in a moment’s notice if this ‘Crea’ tried to hit him this time. Of course, he wouldn’t hit her back. He’d just try to block the blow.

The madman smoothly waltzed up to Crea, being careful not to step on any of the twigs that were so abundant in the area. He once again resisted an urge, although this one was an urge to spin her around and plant a kiss on her delicate lips.

“Those tattoos, do they mean anything?” he asked. Crecasta turned around slowly, her eyes scanning Flamel up and down from behind the madman’s sunglasses. Why couldn’t he take a hint?

“You’re a persistent one, aren’t you?” she inquired. Flamel laughed slightly, exposing his sharp teeth. He put on his usual smirk, completely forgetting at the moment that he didn’t have his sunglasses.

“If there’s something I want I’ll be persistent about it. It’s my fault for being a greedy bastard.”

Creed noticed a slight change in Crea’s stance and winced, thinking that he was going to be shot off into the air again.

OOC: Tiredness, it is a very bad thing. Tiredness is the bread on which the exams of school create their ham sandwiches of doom. MY DOOM!

After seeing the crater that the explosion made Niku looked up and notice that everyone was leaving him behind. Then he started to walk through the pact looking at each one to see how it might by. He seen that a man was making trouble for a woman but he had no time to step in.

Umm this might take a while to get to were we are going. I should see who is the leader is he may need some help. Niku started to walk through the pact of people trying to get to the front. Has Niku pushed he way through the crowd one of the people got angry.

The guy grabbed Niku by the shirt and pushed him in the face. “Stop pushing your way through the crowd! You low life! Or do you think you can be me!”

“I don’t wish to kill you so back off,” Nikudemon said calmly. Then he got up off the ground. “Forgive give me for pushing you. I’m sorry,” The swordsmen said. Then put out his hand for forgiveness.

“You think I should forgive you!” The guy threw other push at Niku face. The swordsmen out of instinct drew his sword and cut the front part of his hand. The sword when to turn around when he seen that the people that was walking stop and surrounded him and the guy.

“Move out of my way I have thing to do,” the swordsman said to one of the people that stood in front of him.

“No the only thing that you have to do is die!”

Way does this always happen to me? Way can’t I go somewhere and not run into trouble? “Mister I have no want or need to fight you. I’m sorry about your hand but I’m sure someone can fix it up,” Nikudemon said trying he’s hardest not to get into a fight with him. The man pulled out his sword and thrust towards Niku in a blind rage. The swordsmen side step the man and kneed him in the gut sending him felling to his knees. “Now come on Mister let not fight. After all fighting only leads to death and I hate killing people for no reason,” the swordsmen said once again trying to show his hand in forgiveness. But the man showed his idea about forgiveness by making a cut down Niku’s arm.

“That what I think about what you said!” Then he spit in the face of swordsmen and got back up for the ground. “Come on fight me!”

OoC: Here it fially is. Excuse the cruddiness and the fact that it's so late. I was rushed.

“Now, we leave,” the shady man stated before heading off into the foreboding Dark Forest. Everyone followed; some a little uneasy about all this and others who walked with much pride. Shron walked with a mixture of both. He knew he was strong enough to make it through this quest, yet he was unsure of what it would all lead to. No, wait… He knew what lay at the end, Ciarra. But what cost was he to pay?

Some of the warriors started to talk amongst themselves. “Did you not notice?” One person asked, “This man is Sin, the eater of cities.”

“It’s not him, don’t be a fool,” Someone else replied.

“Yeah, Sin’s only a legend. A myth made up to scare kids, this guy is a poser,” a third said.

“He freaking floats off the ground for Din’s sake.” The first whispered back.

“Silence,” Sin ordered, “There are monsters in the forest far worse than me.”

Shron looked back up at the dark warrior, Sin. Whoever this man was, Shron still hated him. He was a sadistic murderer, whose only intent was his selfish desires.

The forest was dark and eerie. Little light penetrated the thick roof of branches above. Shron sensed many large monsters, with only one purpose, to kill. There was a growl, and a fierce roar. Shron readied himself as they began to attack.

Kurizu's head shot up a blood-chilling scream tore through the forest. There were several loud crashes as a myriad of large shadows ripped through the crowd of warriors as if they were paper dolls. Suddenly, several large men were sent flying over the Death God's head, and Kurizu got his first look at the monsters that had appeared as if out of mid-air.

The beasts were covered from head-to-toe in a thick black fur, much of which was matted in large wet clumps, dripping what could only be blood. Even through their thick fur, large muscles were very clearly defined, and Kurizu could tell that they weren't for show as one of the beasts grabbed an armor-clad man with a taloned hand and crushed his spine with an audible crunch.

Bright red eyes flashed bloodlust, swivelling around in a large horned head. Each of the monsters stood easily seven feet tall, and they were packed back for several yards. As yet another of the warriors was shredded to pieces by blood-stained claws, Kurizu smirked and prepared to reveal himself, his blood quickening through his veins in anticipation.

With a challenging yell, the Death god materiallized and drew his sword. Without hesitation, the teenaged warrior leapt forward, weaving between the warriors in front of him. As one of the monsters turned it's gaze on him, the white-haired Death God raised his sword above his head, lightnings racing up and down the blade.

Yelling his challenge at the beast, the Death God swung the blade down with all of his strength, sending the lightning out in a large bolt. The attack struck the black-furred monster squarely in the chest, quickly spreading to cover it's entire body. There was a blinding flash, and then what was left of the beast remained in a charcoal-black heap, smoke raising from several places where little flames had sprang into life.

Kurizu smirked, swinging his serrated blade in front of him, posing dramatically. The young man's mood was shattered however, as someone behind him muttered, "Show-off." Choosing to ignore whoever had insulted him, Kurizu looked around for a new enemy as the battle raged on.

OoC: Wow, this post was somewhat bloodier than usual. Hee hee.

Créa relaxed herself slightly as Flamel flinched at a simple tensing of muscles. “This guy wouldn’t harm a fly... Ok maybe a fly but not me.”

“Alright, Sparky, you can walk with me. One condition though.”

Creed, who had just calmed himself once more, cringed at the tone of voice Créa had used on the word “condition”. He didn’t like the sound of it.

“Condition?”

Créa lifted the tinted sunglasses above her hazel eyes giving Flamel a quick wink. “I get to keep the shades.”

The athletic woman turned her back on Creed and began walking towards the forest before them. Even though it didn’t show through her composed physic she was worried about the dark figure’s warning. She wasn’t looking forward to stepping into that dark wood. Flamel Creed, the pyromaniac followed silently behind, his eyes drifting off towards certain sights.

Crécasta broke the silence. “So, you like my tattoos then?”

“Em... ye...” Flamel began to talk slowly not trusting his own words.

“Rhetorical question, Sparky. They’re actually not tattoos some much as markings. They give the power to blast you sky high at the flick of a wrist.” Flamel winced again at the mention of his unpleasant experience.

Daunting black tree trunks began to form around all sides, pale green leaves fluttering down on the group of warriors. Créa could feel the forest’s discomfort at the intruders’ presence. She could feel it powering her magics at the same time. Her rich hazel eyes flickered about searching for any sign of danger ahead. It was difficult to make out anything in the darkness.

“So, where do you come fr...”

“Shut it Sparky. I’m trying to concentrate here.” Créa could feel some ominous watcher following the groups progression, she couldn’t see it the darkness though. She began to call on Iolar’s spirit. Slowly her tattoos began to radiate with the Sky Deity’s golden light. Suddenly, in a small flash of pale golden light the Sky Lord’s gold, translucent form appeared beside her, the glow around him dimly lighting the dark forest.

“Iolar, scout ahead. Tell me if you find anything unusual.”

“As you wish, madam.” The eagle god spirit flew out ahead of the crowd drawing the sight of a couple of aware travelers within the group. Within seconds he was out of sight.

Suddenly a deep parched growl sounded through the eerie silence. A herd of towering black beast crashed through the trees ahead, ripping them out of the ground like things. One of the beasts headed straight towards Créa and Flamel. Creed jumped straight into action. Créa watched him for a second, “Finally, he does something useful.”

The dark creature’s wide jaws snapped at the sadist. Skillfully, he dodged left avoiding it while causing a small explosion to go off beside the beast’s piercing red eye. The flash of light caught one of the other creature’s attention drawing it over to the pair.

“Don’t do that, you idiot! It’s bringing them all over here!” Créa searched the surrounding darkness for any sight of Iolar. A golden light caught her sight; the eagle was speeding through the air towards her.

“Iolar, combine our spirits, you stupid git!” The eagle flew directly into her chest, a golden light now illuminated from her. She began to pull in the air around her. Multiple balls of concentrated wind energy formed in her hands as she readied her Breeze Berserker technique. She rose her hands before and began to unleash the assault apon the nearest beast.

Jagged blasts of air smashed against its head as it tore through an unfortunate man’s chest. The red eyes focused on Créa. It charged towards her. Her move was simply bouncing off its tough skin. Quickly she pulled the balls of air into her weapons, empowering them with wind magic. Within less than a second the beast was before her, its claws trying to rip skin from bones. She dodged left and right weaving in beneath its crashing jaws. She rolled beneath a sweeping claw, stopping just below the joint of the creature’s neck and head. With a few quick slashes from the Teeth of the Wolf she brought the beast crashing down, blood spurting from its fresh wound. With another skilful roll she avoided the beast’s dead corpse as it fell to the ground.

Several metres away Creed was still fighting with another of the creatures. Créa gave him a quick wink from beneath the shades that were somehow still sitting on her noise as he looked towards her.

“Taking your time I see.” She said as he dodged another swipe from the beast.

OoC: Yay for obnoxious women!