(Sorry for the sudden leave, had to get back home.)
"Its not that easy... Say... Is there a place you that you use to stay long times and such?" Erion then ask calmly. Might as well try and figure out what kind of magic she could use.
((Sorry... this is the last post I read. anything happen after that?))
Erion sighed and goes back to sleep. Maybe it's too early... And there was not too much people... He goes back to his room and put the traps back to be able to not get bothered in his sleep.
((OFC...))
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"Jesus Christ now I realize how messed up I've made my characters....." -booksmusicanime, after writing a "Thought Experiment" post.
"Code Lyoko was such a badass show." - Morgan Elliott from Twitter, after agreeing with me that they should add Odd's hair into TUG!
Fenix launced a thunder bird after it and placed a mark of the beast on Akira. He followed it with a couple of featherbolts to the creature.
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Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
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(Ugh... fine)
Erion wakes up slightly. He just could not go back to sleep... and anyway... might as well go off somewhere else... He gets up and then walks down stairs.
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"Where'd you run off to?" I teased. "Anyway... Um. I'm normally used to the indoors ((*Sings*)) due to.. well... I was always making clothing." I said, "Other than that, I'm normally around the city." ((OMG, City magic!? O.o))
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(Steampunk? lol)
"Well... if you were near fire a lot... could have helped... but... Seems not..." Erion then says thinking.
"Maybe you could learn something else... I don't know... Could learn shadow magic maybe." he then says. The art of going invisible and such...
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((lol)) "How bout Steampunk?"
"Well. I guess Shadow Magic would work. I mean that's the type you know... I guess that would be the easiest to teach... unless you don't want me stealing your whole character thing.... yeah...."
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"Jesus Christ now I realize how messed up I've made my characters....." -booksmusicanime, after writing a "Thought Experiment" post.
"Code Lyoko was such a badass show." - Morgan Elliott from Twitter, after agreeing with me that they should add Odd's hair into TUG!
Fenix launced a thunder bird after it and placed a mark of the beast on Akira. He followed it with a couple of featherbolts to the creature.
((Stop tryin' to kill my potentially recurring miniboss after it's already gone! ))
'Now THERE'S power!' Muramasa says as it draws the immense pool of oily black blood, even proceeding to liquify and deconstruct the severed limb... The crimson blade glows brightly enough to light the entire room... My vision goes red. My head begins to throb. I can feel my self-control slipping away... I make my way to the end of the room, slash the cover off of the chest, and grab the contents just as everything starts to go black...
I wake up in what must be only a few seconds late, because everything's still in the same place... I get up, of my own accord, thankfully. The well-sized metal shard in my left hand glows a faint whiteish blue. 'Well, in that brief moment of near total control, you'll be glad to know I've finally learned a few things about you, darlin'.' Muramasa "says", neglecting to mention my new possession. 'Let's see... You were born to be a priestess -how delightfully scandalous-, you like painting annnd... you have a pet wolf named Hayabusa. Adorable.'
I get up off the ground and head for the exit tunnel...
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"I could write a BOOK about what you don't know!" ~Skeletor
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(I kinda... don't fell like rping too much right now...)
Erion nods.
"Ya... Well... I will teach you..." he then says. He the start the teaching process.
(Gonna play tf2 with Waskom, really need to change my mind right now)
Fenix watches the scene and learns more about the blade, It is a bloodfed blade and seems to molest the mind, as he collapses to the ground, Fenix came over to him as the creature escapes. He cut off his chest piece, but it seems it wasnt a he at all, Akira was a woman, must have been using some kind of magic to disguise herself. She awoke seconds later and proceeded, ignoring Fenix. Fenix followed her down the tunnel, not saying a word.
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Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
Fenix watches the scene and learns more about the blade, It is a bloodfed blade and seems to molest the mind, as he collapses to the ground, Fenix came over to him as the creature escapes. He cut off his chest piece, but it seems it wasnt a he at all, Akira was a woman, must have been using some kind of magic to disguise herself. She awoke seconds later and proceeded, ignoring Fenix. Fenix followed her down the tunnel, not saying a word.
((She doesn't wear armor... 0_0 welp, better go with the flow...))
I make my way through the tunnel, making sure to step around the pressure plate near the beginning of the gauntlet... something's missing... I stop at the circle of sunlight created by the entrance I made earlier... most of the top of my shinobi outfit was cut away, my shapeshifting magic having left me somehow... I've never been more thankful to wear a Tenugui cloth under it. I turn towards Fenix, pointing the end of Muramasa at his throat. "You have a total ten seconds to tell me what you were doing to me while I was unconscious," I say to Fenix, neglecting to modulate my voice as it was now a useless endeavor, "explain why you did it, and then you die."
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"I-I didn't know you could do that!"
"I could write a BOOK about what you don't know!" ~Skeletor
Fenix sighs, "Silly human, I would have no desire for your body, literally nothing, that's like your kind looking at a lizard, would you suddenly want to do something with it?" Fenix laughs "you were out for three seconds at most, and you tore your own clothing before you collapsed, All I did was observe the loss of your disguise guided by your own hand, I only approached through concern," Fenix moves the sword away with his staff and moves past her.
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Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
I glare at Fenix with a mix of suspicion and hostility before jumping out of the entrance to the dungeon. The fresh air is only somewhat consoling to me... I need to take a break... I think to myself, sighing.
((I may make an app for this, but I am wondering where everybody is. I would prefer not to start off with no interaction.))
((The main group (Snivy, Waskom, Evanist, Teknonik, etc.) is in the inn in Center City if I remember correctly, and Krazaz and I are in a forest outside it..))
Appearance: He is a fur covered creature, and could be described as fox or wolf like in appearance. He holds a face which atones to his fox like qualities, with a canine style mouth and ears. His fur is black, though in some lights it could be considered dark grey. His eyes glow a shade of burning orange, which makes him relatively easy to see within dark environments, unless he wears goggles or something of the sort. His hands boast several claws on each of his fingers, giving him a higher advantage within hand to hand combat. His garments generally consist of his signature leather trench coat, of which he holds several copies, with almost all being a shade of dark grey, though it sometimes varies to shades of brown. He almost always dawns a grimy and obviously weathered dark green cloak. The hood to such is always in an upright position, casting a slim shadow over his already black face.
Bio: Jokramm was born into an insane and delusional family, whom of which sadly only consisted of him and his mother. She was a crazed and mad herbalist, who kept her home in a location deep within the southeast forest. She spent most of her days brewing strange concoctions and engaging in strange ramblings. Through this however she managed to train her son several aspects of her trade as he was growing up, which also meant the passing down of her crazed mannerisms to her son, but it could be argued that it was wholly genetic in origin.
Jokramm rarely exited the forest, and when he did so it was only to obtain goods which could not be collected from inside the brush, of which there were few besides tools and such. His mother dared not approach the civilized world, for she was often renowned as a practitioner of the art of witchcraft, and as such was hunted among the more sane. The mother and son were quite savvy of the forest and it's ways, and as such managed to avoid the evil creatures which threatened the kingdom.
At the age of thirteen, after a trip to the outside to acquire several pots and pans, his mother suddenly vanished without any trace, leaving no sign of struggle or preparation. Absolutely no evidence could be found as to her absence, and as such Jokramm assumed that she would eventually return.
After a prolonged wait for many days, his mother had still not returned home, and supplies of food were running thin for the moment. This was of no problem, as from the simple use of potion craft he managed to lure a deer and spray it with a lethal substance, of which it's effects dissipated after several minutes. As the months past and she still did not return home, Jokramm continued to dwell within their previous accommodations and keep himself well fed. Since it was clear that she would not be returning, Jokramm continued to fall into a deeper strain of insanity, half because of his intense isolation, and another half because of the extensive effects his potion tastings had on him.
This unhealthy manner continued for several weeks, and Jokramm had managed to sustain several different modifications to his body as a result. The first of which was the conversion of his previously normal blue eyes into a full glowing orange, which only seemed to exaggerate his strange mannerisms even further. Most of the other effects took a toll on his mental ability, which by mere chance, had given him a somewhat larger sense of intellectual comprehension. While utilizing this he deemed it prudent that he could not continue to live this way, half of his clothes were worn and ragged shreds and most of his tools were rusted and broken. He dawned his last pair of still intact clothing and headed for the outside world, to possibly grasp a better idea of the wretched lands which were littered with all sorts of bad folk.
Over the next few years he managed to get a better grasp of the more civilized areas, though his insane mannerisms often got him into trouble. He took more trips back and forth the thin and winding trails which dotted the forests, though still took most of his time within his developed cave where he had been initially raised. His activities mainly consisted of further experimentation within the art of potion's and continuation of his mothers use of the dark arts. He would occasionally take on others of his kind, men plagued by insanity, to develop a following dedicated to gathering men who could be considered somewhat ill or eccentric in the mental sort. The group was still based around the cave where he and his mother had lived, and with the increased amount of guest the size grew to match the appearance of a whole village.
His attempts at recruitment met only with success, and soon a following based around what they considered the gift of insanity or eccentricity. As such within the Kingdom of the Storm rumor of the existence of a group of witches and practitioners of black magic soon spread, and as the name was sullied the group became more and more unwelcome in most places. They were forced to recruit in secret, wandering the various locations within the world in search of more members.
Eventually, after many years of hiding in secrecy, disaster struck. In one blind rambling a dwarven smith, gone mad after attempting to create a great weapon of ridiculous power but failing, managed to reveal the location of the following in a drunken stupor. Quite quickly a large mob formed to disperse with the followers of evil practices, and marched themselves through the winding trails to assault the village. Jokramm at the time was out hunting with several of his close brethren, and was in no position to help with the villages defense.
Soon after the village was razed and plundered, with a great many of the fellows which Jokramm sought to accompany being swallowed by the maelstrom of rage. Luckily, a large portion of the members had been anite's, and with their abilities managed to escape. Most of the human population died with the village though. Upon return Jokramm found nothing left within the ruined shell of the once blossoming settlement, with all structures being reduced to ashes and his cave which he so valued being collapsed. This managed to fuel a rage which would set alight a greater purpose within the gathering, to kill all who had made the decision to murder the formerly peaceful following, and to bring vengeance towards the ones who had passed.
Jokramm continued to gather the survivors, whom of which were shocked at the outcome, and others had decided to go into a state of complete madness, from which they could not function correctly in any way. The gathering wove their way through the various settlements of the world, avoiding others at all cost. They headed towards the northwestern forest, towards lands tainted with pines and frost within every crevice, to build a new base within the underground. Though several managed to die along the perilous journey, they eventually made it to their place of settlement, and began to dig into the earth to forge a new faction.
While some were digging out the base, others had to manage several various agricultural institutions in order to properly feed the feared peoples belonging to the group. This resulted in the consultation of several in order to construct the pieces, not least of which was Jokramm, who through his experience with herbalism and potions managed to make explosives which assisted in the mining, and cultivate and harvest the crops which had begun to grow.
Because of this progress moved quickly, and a small but modest base was constructed that could assist in their operations until it could be expanded. The group continued to indulge in their individual mentally associated habits, as well as sending out various peoples to recruit in complete secrecy. As a product of this the reformed faction took on a mysterious form, with stealth and guile often being used to acquire new members and obtain supplies. The band of figures had begun to be known as the Orange Regent, and once again had begun to make a name for itself, but only among people who were well enough involved in the more criminal aspects of the world to hear of it's rumors.
The base has since spread into a much larger and more elaborate labyrinth of different mines and passages. The majority of it's population remains anite, only due to the fact that a larger percentage of them were mad compared to human's. The primary goal of the reformed regent has still been in progress, and it continues to work towards creating elaborate demonstrations out of the participant's of the mobs deaths. Jokramm, remaining leader of the Orange Regent, continues towards the Central City to assassinate a notable member of the mob, having remained in hiding with rumors of assassinations as of late.
Weapons: Jokramm often possesses several poisonous concoctions which he has made during his free time. He most often sprays them on his enemies, causing an instant acidic reaction which eats through any armoring that is not protected by magic. He also possesses a very typical dagger, for occasions where his claws do not suffice and a more stealthy kill is required.
Magic: Jokramm is a heavy practitioner of the more dark aspects of magic, and as such is capable of using techniques usually restricted to users of the neutral and light aspects. His primary skills are focused in the various aspects of shadow magic, of which allows him to manipulate light in various ways, though he is not particularly masterful of it, and thus cannot modify too many things at one time. This means that he is unable to turn himself or any others invisible. He may also modify his shadow so that it does not cast, and block light from entering one place, creating basically darkness. It is casted from the hands, meaning that if a source of light is not within his aim, he is unable to modify it. When used correctly this skill can be used to block primary light sources for a limited amount of time, which usually amounts to about five seconds.
Skills: Jokramm is quite affluent in the aspects of herbalism and potion crafting, though is quite handy when it comes to intelligent and strategic attack and defense, mainly utilizing poisonous concoctions and shadow magic. He is quite capable of easily confusing people with his insane mannerisms, and as such comes the possibility of annoying the person whom he is speaking to. Despite this however, he possesses a certain degree of skill in leadership, and is quite intelligent.
"Jesus Christ now I realize how messed up I've made my characters....." -booksmusicanime, after writing a "Thought Experiment" post.
"Code Lyoko was such a badass show." - Morgan Elliott from Twitter, after agreeing with me that they should add Odd's hair into TUG!
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
"Jesus Christ now I realize how messed up I've made my characters....." -booksmusicanime, after writing a "Thought Experiment" post.
"Code Lyoko was such a badass show." - Morgan Elliott from Twitter, after agreeing with me that they should add Odd's hair into TUG!
Erion wakes up slightly. He just could not go back to sleep... and anyway... might as well go off somewhere else... He gets up and then walks down stairs.
"Jesus Christ now I realize how messed up I've made my characters....." -booksmusicanime, after writing a "Thought Experiment" post.
"Code Lyoko was such a badass show." - Morgan Elliott from Twitter, after agreeing with me that they should add Odd's hair into TUG!
"Well... if you were near fire a lot... could have helped... but... Seems not..." Erion then says thinking.
"Maybe you could learn something else... I don't know... Could learn shadow magic maybe." he then says. The art of going invisible and such...
River: Well... at... least... you got that old book... sorry about your friend.
*She sits down on the floor.*
River: Whoa... that was a long run.
((NPC for 2 hours, playing TF2))
"How bout Steampunk?""Well. I guess Shadow Magic would work. I mean that's the type you know... I guess that would be the easiest to teach...
unless you don't want me stealing your whole character thing.... yeah....""Jesus Christ now I realize how messed up I've made my characters....." -booksmusicanime, after writing a "Thought Experiment" post.
"Code Lyoko was such a badass show." - Morgan Elliott from Twitter, after agreeing with me that they should add Odd's hair into TUG!
((Stop tryin' to kill my potentially recurring miniboss after it's already gone! ))
'Now THERE'S power!' Muramasa says as it draws the immense pool of oily black blood, even proceeding to liquify and deconstruct the severed limb... The crimson blade glows brightly enough to light the entire room... My vision goes red. My head begins to throb. I can feel my self-control slipping away... I make my way to the end of the room, slash the cover off of the chest, and grab the contents just as everything starts to go black...
I wake up in what must be only a few seconds late, because everything's still in the same place... I get up, of my own accord, thankfully. The well-sized metal shard in my left hand glows a faint whiteish blue. 'Well, in that brief moment of near total control, you'll be glad to know I've finally learned a few things about you, darlin'.' Muramasa "says", neglecting to mention my new possession. 'Let's see... You were born to be a priestess -how delightfully scandalous-, you like painting annnd... you have a pet wolf named Hayabusa. Adorable.'
I get up off the ground and head for the exit tunnel...
Erion nods.
"Ya... Well... I will teach you..." he then says. He the start the teaching process.
(Gonna play tf2 with Waskom, really need to change my mind right now)
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
((She doesn't wear armor... 0_0 welp, better go with the flow...))
I make my way through the tunnel, making sure to step around the pressure plate near the beginning of the gauntlet... something's missing... I stop at the circle of sunlight created by the entrance I made earlier... most of the top of my shinobi outfit was cut away, my shapeshifting magic having left me somehow... I've never been more thankful to wear a Tenugui cloth under it. I turn towards Fenix, pointing the end of Muramasa at his throat. "You have a total ten seconds to tell me what you were doing to me while I was unconscious," I say to Fenix, neglecting to modulate my voice as it was now a useless endeavor, "explain why you did it, and then you die."
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
((The main group (Snivy, Waskom, Evanist, Teknonik, etc.) is in the inn in Center City if I remember correctly, and Krazaz and I are in a forest outside it..))
Species: Anite.
Age: 37.
Appearance: He is a fur covered creature, and could be described as fox or wolf like in appearance. He holds a face which atones to his fox like qualities, with a canine style mouth and ears. His fur is black, though in some lights it could be considered dark grey. His eyes glow a shade of burning orange, which makes him relatively easy to see within dark environments, unless he wears goggles or something of the sort. His hands boast several claws on each of his fingers, giving him a higher advantage within hand to hand combat. His garments generally consist of his signature leather trench coat, of which he holds several copies, with almost all being a shade of dark grey, though it sometimes varies to shades of brown. He almost always dawns a grimy and obviously weathered dark green cloak. The hood to such is always in an upright position, casting a slim shadow over his already black face.
Bio: Jokramm was born into an insane and delusional family, whom of which sadly only consisted of him and his mother. She was a crazed and mad herbalist, who kept her home in a location deep within the southeast forest. She spent most of her days brewing strange concoctions and engaging in strange ramblings. Through this however she managed to train her son several aspects of her trade as he was growing up, which also meant the passing down of her crazed mannerisms to her son, but it could be argued that it was wholly genetic in origin.
Jokramm rarely exited the forest, and when he did so it was only to obtain goods which could not be collected from inside the brush, of which there were few besides tools and such. His mother dared not approach the civilized world, for she was often renowned as a practitioner of the art of witchcraft, and as such was hunted among the more sane. The mother and son were quite savvy of the forest and it's ways, and as such managed to avoid the evil creatures which threatened the kingdom.
At the age of thirteen, after a trip to the outside to acquire several pots and pans, his mother suddenly vanished without any trace, leaving no sign of struggle or preparation. Absolutely no evidence could be found as to her absence, and as such Jokramm assumed that she would eventually return.
After a prolonged wait for many days, his mother had still not returned home, and supplies of food were running thin for the moment. This was of no problem, as from the simple use of potion craft he managed to lure a deer and spray it with a lethal substance, of which it's effects dissipated after several minutes. As the months past and she still did not return home, Jokramm continued to dwell within their previous accommodations and keep himself well fed. Since it was clear that she would not be returning, Jokramm continued to fall into a deeper strain of insanity, half because of his intense isolation, and another half because of the extensive effects his potion tastings had on him.
This unhealthy manner continued for several weeks, and Jokramm had managed to sustain several different modifications to his body as a result. The first of which was the conversion of his previously normal blue eyes into a full glowing orange, which only seemed to exaggerate his strange mannerisms even further. Most of the other effects took a toll on his mental ability, which by mere chance, had given him a somewhat larger sense of intellectual comprehension. While utilizing this he deemed it prudent that he could not continue to live this way, half of his clothes were worn and ragged shreds and most of his tools were rusted and broken. He dawned his last pair of still intact clothing and headed for the outside world, to possibly grasp a better idea of the wretched lands which were littered with all sorts of bad folk.
Over the next few years he managed to get a better grasp of the more civilized areas, though his insane mannerisms often got him into trouble. He took more trips back and forth the thin and winding trails which dotted the forests, though still took most of his time within his developed cave where he had been initially raised. His activities mainly consisted of further experimentation within the art of potion's and continuation of his mothers use of the dark arts. He would occasionally take on others of his kind, men plagued by insanity, to develop a following dedicated to gathering men who could be considered somewhat ill or eccentric in the mental sort. The group was still based around the cave where he and his mother had lived, and with the increased amount of guest the size grew to match the appearance of a whole village.
His attempts at recruitment met only with success, and soon a following based around what they considered the gift of insanity or eccentricity. As such within the Kingdom of the Storm rumor of the existence of a group of witches and practitioners of black magic soon spread, and as the name was sullied the group became more and more unwelcome in most places. They were forced to recruit in secret, wandering the various locations within the world in search of more members.
Eventually, after many years of hiding in secrecy, disaster struck. In one blind rambling a dwarven smith, gone mad after attempting to create a great weapon of ridiculous power but failing, managed to reveal the location of the following in a drunken stupor. Quite quickly a large mob formed to disperse with the followers of evil practices, and marched themselves through the winding trails to assault the village. Jokramm at the time was out hunting with several of his close brethren, and was in no position to help with the villages defense.
Soon after the village was razed and plundered, with a great many of the fellows which Jokramm sought to accompany being swallowed by the maelstrom of rage. Luckily, a large portion of the members had been anite's, and with their abilities managed to escape. Most of the human population died with the village though. Upon return Jokramm found nothing left within the ruined shell of the once blossoming settlement, with all structures being reduced to ashes and his cave which he so valued being collapsed. This managed to fuel a rage which would set alight a greater purpose within the gathering, to kill all who had made the decision to murder the formerly peaceful following, and to bring vengeance towards the ones who had passed.
Jokramm continued to gather the survivors, whom of which were shocked at the outcome, and others had decided to go into a state of complete madness, from which they could not function correctly in any way. The gathering wove their way through the various settlements of the world, avoiding others at all cost. They headed towards the northwestern forest, towards lands tainted with pines and frost within every crevice, to build a new base within the underground. Though several managed to die along the perilous journey, they eventually made it to their place of settlement, and began to dig into the earth to forge a new faction.
While some were digging out the base, others had to manage several various agricultural institutions in order to properly feed the feared peoples belonging to the group. This resulted in the consultation of several in order to construct the pieces, not least of which was Jokramm, who through his experience with herbalism and potions managed to make explosives which assisted in the mining, and cultivate and harvest the crops which had begun to grow.
Because of this progress moved quickly, and a small but modest base was constructed that could assist in their operations until it could be expanded. The group continued to indulge in their individual mentally associated habits, as well as sending out various peoples to recruit in complete secrecy. As a product of this the reformed faction took on a mysterious form, with stealth and guile often being used to acquire new members and obtain supplies. The band of figures had begun to be known as the Orange Regent, and once again had begun to make a name for itself, but only among people who were well enough involved in the more criminal aspects of the world to hear of it's rumors.
The base has since spread into a much larger and more elaborate labyrinth of different mines and passages. The majority of it's population remains anite, only due to the fact that a larger percentage of them were mad compared to human's. The primary goal of the reformed regent has still been in progress, and it continues to work towards creating elaborate demonstrations out of the participant's of the mobs deaths. Jokramm, remaining leader of the Orange Regent, continues towards the Central City to assassinate a notable member of the mob, having remained in hiding with rumors of assassinations as of late.
Weapons: Jokramm often possesses several poisonous concoctions which he has made during his free time. He most often sprays them on his enemies, causing an instant acidic reaction which eats through any armoring that is not protected by magic. He also possesses a very typical dagger, for occasions where his claws do not suffice and a more stealthy kill is required.
Magic: Jokramm is a heavy practitioner of the more dark aspects of magic, and as such is capable of using techniques usually restricted to users of the neutral and light aspects. His primary skills are focused in the various aspects of shadow magic, of which allows him to manipulate light in various ways, though he is not particularly masterful of it, and thus cannot modify too many things at one time. This means that he is unable to turn himself or any others invisible. He may also modify his shadow so that it does not cast, and block light from entering one place, creating basically darkness. It is casted from the hands, meaning that if a source of light is not within his aim, he is unable to modify it. When used correctly this skill can be used to block primary light sources for a limited amount of time, which usually amounts to about five seconds.
Skills: Jokramm is quite affluent in the aspects of herbalism and potion crafting, though is quite handy when it comes to intelligent and strategic attack and defense, mainly utilizing poisonous concoctions and shadow magic. He is quite capable of easily confusing people with his insane mannerisms, and as such comes the possibility of annoying the person whom he is speaking to. Despite this however, he possesses a certain degree of skill in leadership, and is quite intelligent.
Other: 4.
Faction: The Orange Regent.