NEVER SPLIT THE PARTY: A FANTASY RP​

Chapter 1: Temple Of The Broken Dead
Three heroes sit at the old, worn out tavern table. It had been an hour since they had gathered; they were still waiting for the person who had called them.

After a few hours of sitting, playing cards and drinking booze, a short, stout man walked to the table, and sat down. Tarr- one of the adventurers- smiled. He was hoping this wasn't some sick prank. "What is our quest?" asked Tarr, the party ranger.
"This is no quest you've ever gone on before," the stout man replied. "Today, it's going to be something different than the usual job you've done."

"And this would be?" Tarr scoffed, intrigued at their upcoming quest.

"A quest to save the world." A small smile was fixed on the barman's lips, as he saw the reaction he had been anticipating.

An short silence covered the table. At last Shiella - the party's beautiful thief-voiced her confusion. When she was done, the short man gulped.

"This is something larger than anything I've ever seen before," he said. "A dark power is rising from the Temple. Something that only matches the strength of an angry god..."

"You don't mean-"

"Yes," the short man interrupted. Everyone knew of the legend of The Great Dracomaniac - Kolonin, though none had ever considered it was real.

"Kolonin is a legend," Korr, a burly man whose drink had not been touched, stated.

The stout man rubbed his eyes. "One would think you lot, of all people, would know better than to just 'assume' that something's a legend. Kolonin is real. And he has come to destroy us all." How the barman had come to know this much, the adventurers did not know - but the very idea of Kolonin existing was a disturbing proposal, let alone that they would be able to take him out.

Finally, Korr showed what they were all thinking. He burst out of his chair and banged his fist on the table-a clear sign that he didn't want to do this. The barman looked toward Tarr, and then towards Shiella, for some form of showing that at least they were willing to help him. With a sad look on their faces, Shiella and Tarr shook there heads.
"Sorry," said Tarr.
"We just can't do this," Shiella noted.

With a sigh, the three heroes left the tavern, thusforth dooming the world to it's fate.


THE WORLD
The year is 675 AF (After Faithwar). After the Faithwar (a massive religious war that crippled the entire planet) the world of Kotaria started to collapse. Even after 675 years, it was still damaged. In the depths of Crystalwood, the kingdom of Sithe struggled to rebuild. Eventually, king Tornin I managed to rebuild a large potion of the kindom of Jalor in the middle of Crystalwood, and even a bit outside of it. However, times changed to the worst when the female necromancer Shailla took control of The Temple, and repeatedly sent undead raids after The Jalorian fortress, capturing many small towns. Until further notice, Shailla has not been stopped, and her power will not atop growing. On the outskirts of Crystalwood lies the Infested Forest, the darkest part of the world that no one dares get anywhere near. The forest is full of the most diabolically dangerous creatures possible, but it is rumored that an ancient race lives deep in the forest...

YOUR START
The players will start off in the kingdom of Jalor. They will all go to the table that the Barman will be at. After a few turns of the characters doing... whatever, the Barman will come, and give you a quest.

YOUR ROLE
You are one of a party of hopefully six adventurers, and you will be called by the barman to go and slay the Dracomaniac. Your first stop should be at the Temple, where the barman sensed the first signals from Kolonin. Hopefully, you will be able to get to Kolonin alive, tor the Temple is a dangerous place that few have escaped from alive, and even fewer dared get anywhere near it...

NEVER SPLIT THE PARTY
Don't split the party. Ever. Keep the party together, watch each other's backs, and whatever you do, DON'T SPLIT UP. I don't think there's a single movie out there where people split up and they came out alive.
And if there is such a movie, then that movie sucked.

SKILLS
At the end of every chapter (there will be five chapters in total) I will 'level up' each character. I will give each character a new skill depending on what there profession is. For example, rogues will start off with the skill you can use known as 'sneak,' which will allow you to hide and avoid enemies attacking you. When that chapter is over, I will grant you a new skill, such as, if you're a rogue, 'backstab,' which allows you to sneak up behind an enemy and instantly kill him (or her).

PLAYERS


RULES IN GENERAL

Zane Cortex an energetic young man came back from his training in the woods. With the smell of gun powder from firing 50 clips of ammo with his custom pistols which he calls Thunder and Rain. Putting Thunder into his jacket and putting Rain onto his leg, because he loves showing of this gun.


He heard that there was a mission that had a high price and since money was an issue that he was having right now he decided to see what it was about. He heads to the tavern that was said to tell him what the mission was.


He enters the town with nothing but a pouch with his money and his guns that he had on him. Zane got hot so he decided to take off his jacket but leave his gun, Thunder, on him. As he got into the tavern he felt a cool breeze come onto him. As enters he noticed a man with a sniper rifle and since Zane hasn't seen someone with fire arms besides his family, so he decided to greet himself to the stranger.


"Hello Sir, I noticed that you have a mighty Sniper are you any good with it. Also my name is Zane Cortex part of the Royal family of the Cortex"

Nona Ceres

Heads turned as an attractive young woman walked into the bar. However, while some turned towards the woman to admire her beauty, others turned away from her, knowing full well who she was. This woman was called Nona Ceres, a mercenary, and someone who you didn't want to be anywhere near if you knew what was good for you. Indeed, there were some people who went so far as to straight up leave the bar upon her entrance. Fortunately for Nona, there were plenty travellers and newcomers who had no idea who she was.

Nona's eyes scanned the area quickly for her next target, and soon found their mark. She nonchalantly walked past the bar where the unknowing victim sat, straight to a table where two other strange men wielding showy firearms sat. She didn't care about them, though, and had only randomly chosen the table as a place from which to enact her plan. She sat across from the two men busy with their own conversation and pulled out her wand, making sure that nobody saw her get it out.

At the foot of the victim's chair lay a tiny seed and half of a berry. With a wave of Nona's wand which was hidden under her coat, a spot of green emerged from the seed, eventually revealing itself to be a vine seed as it grew further. After it had grown a certain amount, another movement from the wand caused the small cluster of vines to begin moving. Still attached to the seed, the whole thing looked like a small plant spider. One of the vines moved to grab the berry as the others began climbing up the chair.

The victim didn't notice as the vine spider made it past the chair and onto his back as he was too busy laughing with a man Nona presumed was a friend of his and, more importantly, enjoying a drink. Maybe of ale or just plain beer, she didn't know nor did she really care. She chuckled for a moment both in anticipation of what would soon transpire and at the irony of poisoning what was already effectively poison to the body.

Nona made sure to avoid having her little baby be spotted by her target so it took a little longer than ideal, but it was still only a few more seconds until the vine spider was behind the man's cup. One of the little vines comprising its legs stretched up and dropped the berry into the man's drink before scurrying back down to the ground. All that was left for Nona was to watch the fruits of her labor.

The man took another large gulp of his now-tainted drink before laughing at a joke his friend had told him. Suddenly, his laughing began to produce a wheezing sound. His jolly face contorted into one of horror as he struggled to say something, but all that could be heard was his gasping for air. Finally, he managed a strained, "C-cant...breathe…" He grabbed at his throat and fell out of his chair as he began to suffer convulsions. Nona took a good look at his eyes, filled with fear for his life. He was sure this would be his end. The man's friend got up in a panic and rushed over to him. Time for something a little more classic. Nona's wand moved once more, and the vine spider moved in front of the man's friend before growing much larger instantly and snaring his feet. The friend tripped and fell right onto her initial target.

By this point, Nona could no longer contain herself. She burst out laughing despite what to most would appear to be a tragic scene. The victim and his friend both looked at her with shock. "What the hell is wrong with you? My friend is dying!" Shouted the friend. He tried to get up and confront Nona, but he tripped once more on the vines still tangled on his feet. Nona began laughing even harder.

"Y-your faces!" She struggled to say through her laughter. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before continuing. Although she was no longer laughing her lungs out, an ear-to-ear smile was still plastered onto her face. "Don't worry, your friend's going to be fine. He just needs a little rest, that's all." She noticed that her victim had passed out from lack of oxygen.

The friend realized that he could no longer hear her victim's gasping and wheezing and feared the worst, but a quick check of his vitals revealed that not only was he still alive, but his breathing had already started to stabilize. She particularly liked this poison because of its dramatic effects regardless of dosage, although it was easily fought off by the body in smaller doses. The man was relieved, but as he reflected on Nona's words just then another realization hit him. "Were you the one that did this!?" There was a vicious fire in his eyes now. Did he want to kill Nona for what she'd done to his friend? That's cute, she thought.

"What, you're accusing me?" she retorted in a cutesy voice, pouting exaggeratedly as she pretended to be hurt by his words. "Relax, I'm a doctor," she lied with a caring smile, fake of course. "I'm familiar with his symptoms and whoever did this didn't give him a lethal dose or else he would have suffocated and died in mere seconds." The man was clearly confused and fairly incredulous, but over time he seemed to give in to Nona's lies, for the relief of having someone who knew what was going on if nothing else. She rested her head on both her hands and smiled softly as she said, "I was laughing because you were panicking so much when he wasn't really in any danger at all. I'm so sorry."

He seemed to calm down a little and actually managed to show a grin. He was completely entranced by Nona's deceptive charms. Sharp ears would have noticed groans from those in the bar who knew exactly what she was doing as they'd seen her do it before. "You should take him to a clinic," Nona told him. "There's not much I can do for him here."

The man nodded. "Thank you, doctor…"

"Ceres. Nona Ceres." Nona had sent many people to the nearest clinic before. She could already imagine the doctor's face when the man showed up and mentioned her name.

"Doctor Ceres, thank you again." He got up and moved to pick up his unconscious friend, but it seemed he'd forgotten about Nona's vines and tripped once more, pulling a chuckle from Nona's lips. It took him a little time to slip out from her snare, but soon he had his friend over his shoulder and was out the door. Once they were gone, a tension lifted in the bar. The patrons were glad that they weren't Nona's victims for today and felt a little safer getting back to their business. It even seemed that she'd become the topic of some of their conversations.

"Snrk-" As for Nona herself, she could restrain herself no longer. "AHAHAHAHAHA! That was way too easy!" No longer worrying about hiding her wand, she pulled it out from under her coat and waved it once more in the open, causing the vines to animate again. This time, they climbed into Nona's satchel and shrunk back into the seed from whence they came. Magic was truly an amazing thing.

It took Nona a little to remember the real reason she had come to this bar. The big job… she was curious about many things involving it. What unlucky souls would be accompanying her, what rare plants would lurk in whatever places they'd be visiting… This was the first time she'd been so excited in a while. She turned her head and looked back at the other two men at the table, watching them wordlessly. Maybe she'd be able to come up with a way to mess with them later.

The next one inside didn't need Nora's magic to trip, and fall straight onto her face. "Oh, darn it... Not again!", the woman shouted exaperatedly. She sighed, dusting off her white dress, as she got back to her feet. A few snickers from some of the patrons could be heard, making the girl blush a bit at her clumsiness. Without another word, the girl kept walking...

A sudden outburst occurred, as two of the more drunken patrons started to fight. The woman's eyes widened... She gripped her staff tightly, figuring she'd need it. Her size was too small to even imagine stopping this fight... She appeared to be about 5'3" in height, but that was thanks to the heels on her boots... She was probably lucky to be 5' even.

The two drunks kept fighting, as no one tried to stop them... Their slurred words were droned out by the breaking of glasses... And a chair... And a table. The table was where the fight concluded, seeing as one fell unconscious soon after being put through said table. The woman rolled her eyes. "Men...", she sighed, raising her staff up. A brilliant white light shined off it, as a similar colored aura surrounded both men. There injuries began to be healed...

"Bars are supposed to be happy places, sirs! No more fighting, got it?", the woman asked, smiling lightly. Without waiting for a reply, she turned away, and started walking. She looked around, as if she was looking for someone.

"Is this the place for the "world-saving" quest?", she asked aloud.

Of course, everyone turned around, and stared at the Mage like she had three heads.

"What? Was it something I said?", she asked, that blush from before returning to her face.

No one spoke for a while...

"W-why is everyone staring at me?", the mage asked herself, before noticing the one table no one was looking at her...

"Oh! Maybe they know?", she thought, approaching the table, as the patrons continued staring at her...

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Infinitely smaller and more dangerous than one would think but oh so innocently harmless looking, this was what he thought of the small needles that one would think be used as pins or even to sow. Chuckling very hollowly he looked downwards to what would be his next target, the next life that would be extinguished he mentally corrected. His target thought he was safe as he calmly sipped his tea from the cup he used every other day, at exactly 7 o' clock. His job required him many of time to learn the exact mannerisms of his victim right up to the exact last millisecond.This job payed out very well but he could care less to be quite frank, even the allure of money is starting to lose it's shine but oh well he could think on this a bit more later.

"It seems it was just a rumor after all, the legendary assassin doesn't exist after all. If my guards couldn't see him no one could, I guess I can relax a bit now." The man sitting in the chair, whom he had instantly deigned not to remember their name, spoke quietly to himself as he slouched from his upright position far into the chair. It would be his last mistake as a silver streak zoomed from the ceiling courtesy of Ghost himself, it went straight into a particular point in the man's neck which winded up killing him within a mere 10 minutes and it would be too late by the time people knew. The needle was covered with an a fatal toxin which paralyzed and then slowly shut down the body in mere minutes, he had the antidote to it as one could administer it to themselves if needed, but it wasn't to important. As the last sentence the man spoke in his head he thought about them somewhat. Ghost he hated that name, that was the name those people had given him his name was Rafiel. However more importantly it was time to get his payment.

"The job is complete..." He spoke monotonously as his eyes gazed from out under the hood of his jacket towards his employer. His employer was your typical criminal, very rough and shady looking and smelled quite repulsive for some reason. He really wanted to just kill the man if only because his smell was so pungent to harm his senses. "Yeah, I heard so from the boys they told me that the Alias clan is in an uproar. So here, have your money for a job well done..." His employer's lackey dropped a large sack of coins in front of him which he promptly picked up and by internally measuring the volume and weight was able to figure out he wasn't being put off.

Nodding very minutely to his employer he turned around to exist only to quickly throw three daggers from his sleeves which easily hit there targets. He smiled a cruel hollow smile as turned his head noticing the shocked face of his former employer and the three dead lackeys that now lied still eternally. Rafiel quickly squashed the smile as he walked out of the room and soon fled from the building, he was quite reluctant to admit to himself that he took pleasure in the despair of others because even he could tell it was a bad thing, but a small voice in his head told him why should he care.

To get his mind off of this conundrum he reminded himself on what his next mission was supposed to be. His former employer while being quite treacherous was very knowledgeable in the undertone of things and was quite fascinated by a particular mission that was to occur sometime soon. If it hadn't been for the fact that his former employer had tried to have him killed he would've most likely have been doing the mission for him as he had already contacted the person of interest. Well he guessed it wouldn't do any harm for him to join this quest/mission he could always use the extra money. Dashing through the shadows of the forest he made his way to a certain town and a certain tavern.

His silent steps were unnoticeable as he walked into the bar, however he could feel the terror that one particular person felt as if they could sense that his mere presence gave off a dark foreboding feeling. This person knew he was and as his eyes gazed towards them they flinched away, this person was known simply Silarmo a thief whom had been amongst his original mercenary group. He was a conniving, dirty, and utterly despicable person who cared for nothing but money but he had his uses. Sending an emotionless glance towards him with his cloudy grey eyes he turned his gaze elsewhere and looked around the bar.

There were many nondescript civilians and mercenaries some drinking and having a good time and others chatting amongst themselves. There were some who stood out; a man who wielded a large rifle, the person next to him who had black hair with purple tips, a petite girl wearing blindingly white robes, a big fellow in heavy looking armor, and a female who donned a large coat with purple markings on the sleeves. Mentally assessing them and the rest of the bar he committed their faces to memory and silently stepped off to the side of the table the first two he noticed and decided to wait until whoever was the employer for this job came around, maybe he could get some more info from him then. Until he came however he was fine with standing around and simply concealing his presence, it allowed him to watch the other people in the bar much easier.

As Zane noticed the man who calm the bar down after the huge discomfort with the witch who did "green" magic, Zane decided to speak first to the table. "So I see that all of you must be here for a quest that is about t be given here?" As Zane looks around to see if anyone else is going to be part of the same quest. He notices a man looking at them. Zane didn't know if he was being targeted by his Royal family for leaving his home.


He already has been targeted by assassins before so he knew when he was being watched. Zane decided to ignore the man for assassins never kill in public or that's what Zane thought. He then laughs while having a drink which he hasn't had for awhile. Zane wondered to himself," Where is the task master or is there going to be a bigger party then there already was? "

Jamen was casually sipping a very strong whiskey when he heard a voice behind him. "Hello Sir, I noticed that you have a mighty Sniper are you any good with it. Also my name is Zane Cortex part of the Royal family of the Cortex."

At first he groaned a little bit. "You're a talkative little bugger, aren't you?" Then a wry grin came across his face as he realized that he had a chance to talk about how good he was at absolutely everything, no matter how talkative the guy was. He turned to find a guy with black hair and purple tips. "The names Jamen. In some circles they call be the Jager, like my rifle here." He began to explain every last detail of the rifle, going from thermal optic sights to the velocity of a rifle. He trailed off as he awed himself with the details of the powerful rifle in his hands. He zoned back in on the rest of society and finished with, "And I'm the best damned shot on the entire continent." He turned to find tat this Zane fellow had turned to talk with some others.

They must've been other adventurers who had signed up for this adventure-to-end-all-adventures. The sniper stood up and slung the Jager over his shoulder and grinned at all of the new arrivals. "Ladies and gentlemen, my merry little crew." He noticed an odd assortment of people: A girl in sickeningly bright clothing, that Zane guy, a heavily armored man, a sneaky looking man in the corner, and an attractive young girl showing an impressive amount of cleavage. " Anyways, I assyume (the Y is on purpose) that we are a merry little crew.." The whiskey might've been affecting him, and it might not have been. He could hold his liquor. "I am Jamen Egar, and I am here to benevolently grace your mission with my appearance, my skill, and my gun." He gestured to the Jager on his back. "I should like to know all of your names." He turned to the attractive girl and gave her 'the smolder.' "How about you, little lady? Got a name for a champion?"

"That's the bar, yeah." She assured herself, as she went through the entrance. Her eyes quickly scanned the place, like she owned everyone, and everything in it. That's how she liked it. After receiving a few dirty looks, Dana sat down. Whilst her eyes were focused on a certain group of people, she suddenly felt a strong grip of her hand.

"Hello there." The man greeted her, followed by the typical question. "Would you like a drink, m'lady?"
She slowly turned around, not impressed. "Let go of my hand." It was not a request. With her other hand holding the staff, Dana was ready to send him back to the hole he crawled out of this morning.

"What if I don't?" He asked, not taking her command seriously.

"Careful, buddy, don't play with fire." She smirked. "You might get burned." Finishing her sentence, she cast a fire upon him, burning the man to his very core. All he had left was to scream for help, and beg for mercy. The people who tried to put out the fire were too late. The young lady did not say a single word. Her sinister smile was enough. "He's gone." One of them proclaimed. "No kidding." Dana said sarcastically, and went to the barman for the whiskey she craved long enough.

"One glass of whiskey, plea--" Before she could finish her sentence, the barman had already given Dana a whole bottle of the finest whiskey.

"J-just take it, it's on the house!" It didn't take a lot to figure out that the poor man was shocked of what he had just witnessed.

"That's more like it." She smiled cheerfully, and took her ''reward''.

After all that happened, Dana approached the table she was focused on earlier. "Yup." She said to herself. "Those are my people." As she sat on the empty chair, Dana took a look around. Before any of them said anything, the young sorceress introduced herself. "I'm Dana, you must be the party I'm looking for."

As Zane looks at Dana in great disbelief from what just happened, he quickly regain to his calm self. "I better not get this lady angry or even mess with her. I'll probably become a burnt crisp!", he thought to himself.


As he signs and looks at the members at the table, he decided to introduce himself. "Ok I guess now is a great time to introduce ourselves. My name is Zane Cortex and if you guessed I was part of the Royal Cortex family, you guess right. Just don't treat me royalty, also were you guys also here to get a new quest from the task master?" As he said this he got another pint and gave a smile to the group.


Zane thought to himself," I got to be nice to these guys and gals if we are all doing the same quest. I think the guy that was watching us in the corner is part of group since he hasn't made any plans to attack us yet. Titus seems like a cool guy but I can see that he might get over his head. Jamen acts like a player but I believe he gets rejected a lot. I'm mostly afraid of the two Women that know magic but the lady who fell on the floor earlier looks like she would be the easiest to befriend."

Well, this certainly was an interesting situation... The smaller mage was in the bar no more than five minutes, and someone had been reduced to ash. And, on top of that, the Mage responsible seemed to be one who will travel with them. Lovely.

"My name? It's Alima. If it isn't obvious enough, I practice in the arts of White Magic. Nice to meet you, sir!", she replied to Titus with a bow, before the bar man gathered the group together. She grimaced slightly upon mention of the necromancer... White Mages and Necromancers tend to... "Strongly dislike" each other. Then came the mention of the angry god... Indeed, this is what she'd come for.

"Kolonin, you mean? I am correct in assuming this, right?", the white mage inquired... She was completely unabashed by this. As if she was actually somewhat excited for this. "Shaila went too far this time... It's one thing to raise the dead... Another to summon a god..."

Nona Ceres

Nona continued watching the two boys, one of them having a good time bragging about his toy, until they finally seemed to take notice of her. Other people also began to gather at the table, presumably the rest of the party that was going to take on this quest. She began to eye each of them over when the taller of the two gunners stood up to announce his name and what was apparently his reason for being here. He then promptly proceeded to hit on her.

"How about you, little lady? Got a name for a champion?" He asked with an interesting facial expression that amounted to a pouty grin-ish thing. He actually wasn't that bad looking, aside from the weird expression, and his weapon was kind of impressive too. That was probably the reason why his ego was so massive. She'd seen many of his kind in bars before, and they were always fun to toy with.

"Oh my," Nona said, looking down and playing with her hair to look flattered and embarrassed. She put on the face of innocence knowing full well that he could have seen what she did just minutes ago. She just didn't care. "Well, champion, you can call me Nona." While her face was still down slightly, this time she looked up at him with her eyes and fluttered her eyelashes a little. While she was in no way a master in the art of charming, her natural beauty usually helped make up for that. I'll inflate his ego for now so I can enjoy popping it later.

Another man's voice called in her direction. "Why hello there. I don't think I've seen you around here before." The large man introduced himself to Jamen as Titus before sitting down and staring at her breasts. She looked at him and gave him a sly grin, eyes narrowing knowingly as if saying You see something you like? without actually saying it. As soon as he realized he was staring though, he looked away to the smaller mage. She couldn't completely decide whether she wanted to play innocent or push it further with these boys. Eh, she could figure it out as she went along.

Nona finally looked to the others present. The short girl seemed more like the type to scare, the caveat being that she needed to learn what she was scared of first. She would worry about messing with her later. The guy with the purple tips on his hair didn't look like much fun. She could still probably find way to mess with him, but wouldn't be as fun if her tricks didn't hit anywhere personal. She looked to the 'fellow hiding in the corner' Titus mentioned. If hiding and being shady is a habit of his, then she could definitely think of some things she could do to him.

As she scanned the adventurers, another woman entered the bar. She quickly made a scene by completely roasting one of the bar's patrons. What the hell was that? It's no fun if you just kill the guy. Nona watched as the woman continued about her business before approaching their table. It looked like Ms. Killjoy would be joining the party. Her type was no good at all. Maybe she could pull something, but with her she imagined it would be go big or go home, as the little things would probably get her fried by one of the woman's temper tantrums or something. Just to be safe, Nona put her hands into her satchel. When she brought them out, there were various seeds wrapped around her fingers by sprouting stems so they looked like rings. The seeds contained a variety of fire resistant plants that were particularly good at retaining their moisture. That would give her protection against the woman's fire as well as something to strangle her with if she really started getting in the way of her fun. Or maybe it would just be better to shove some special berries down her throat.

Finally, it looked like everyone who would be a part of the quest was present as the one assigning it to them arrived and began his briefing. So they would be fighting an angry god of darkness, eh? She wasn't sure what a ragtag group like theirs could do against a god, but she was excited nonetheless. Maybe there will be rare, ancient and forgotten plants in its domain! Or maybe... Nona's eyes widened in anticipation, maybe even sparkled as a thought occurred to her. Maybe that god could even create a brand new species of plant! She couldn't help but smile widely in her excitement.

No soonder than he made his explanation, he saw the party's reactions. Alima, the party's white mage, was the first to say anything. "Kolonin, you mean?" she said. "I am correct in assuming this, right?"
Highland simply nodded in response. Althougn she said that in a somewhat worried tone, she seemed excited...
"Shaila went to far this time," she continued. "It's one thing to raise the dead... another to summon a god..."
He's not a god, Highland thought. He's simply an absurdly powerful shadow dragon who is worshipped by insane cultists. Instead of saying this out loud, Highland simply said, "Kolonin is coming from the Temple. No one thought he was real, not even I. So I won't be surprised if you say you don't think you will succeed. But, I have faith in you. The smallest people are often those who do the greatest deeds.
"Sooooo... are you guys willing to join, or are you lot going to spend your life doing nothing more than killing the occasional troll that wanders to far south?"

Jamen first received the answer from the hulking man, but not before he hit on Jamen's mark. "Why hello there, I dont think I've seen you around here before," The man said cooly. "Oh, and my name is Titus Lanair, a paladin, if the armour and big sword didn't warrant that suspicion."

"Oh my," The attractive girl seemed to blush and act bashful. Cute...She definitely wants me. "Well, champion, you can call me Nona."

Jamen smirked to himself and laughed quietly. "Very good, my man. That you may be, but big weapons are only useful if you know how to use them." A reference to the gun on his back. He turned to the 'little lady,' Nona, and gave her a wink. "Good to have you, friend."

Before he could hit on her even more, a fiery Eh? Eh? sorceress burnt a poor serving man to the ground and took a seat at their table. "I'm Dana, you must be the party I'm looking for."

Jamen couldn't help but give her 'The Smolder' Get it? She's fiery! and crossed his arms behind his neck. "I don't know about these other fellows, but you may be the one I'm looking for." He nodded towards the crispy patron. "I must be suffering from the same thing as him, because there's a fire in my heart."

Once again he was interrupted before his flirting could continue. A burly man approached the table and called out the thief in the corner, whom Jamen had spotted earlier. After a moment he began to explain their quest. "I suppose that I have a lot of explaining to do. I'm just going to do this quickly before the city guard show up." He scowled at the lovely Dana, then continued. "We all know about The Temple, home of Shaila, the great female necromancer who has been causing a real crap ton of trouble. Well, apparently she can get worse. A friend of mine-a very powerful friend indeed-sensed a dark power coming from The Temple, something that could only match the power of an angry god..."

The seemingly bubbly white mage was the first to respond to the previous statement, but the first part seemed to be directed at Titus. "My name? It's Alima. If it isn't obvious enough, I practice in the arts of White Magic. Nice to meet you, sir!" With that she turned to the matter at hand. "Kolonin, you mean? I am correct in assuming this, right?", She seemed almost...excited. "Shaila went too far this time... It's one thing to raise the dead... Another to summon a god..."

The taskmaster continued. "Kolonin is coming from the Temple. No one thought he was real, not even I. So I won't be surprised if you say you don't think you will succeed. But, I have faith in you. The smallest people are often those who do the greatest deeds." Not the best pep talk. "Sooooo... are you guys willing to join, or are you lot going to spend your life doing nothing more than killing the occasional troll that wanders to far south?"

Jamen stood, placed his foot on the table, took a mighty swig of whiskey, and gave a heroic smile, his gun now resting on his shoulder. "I, for one, am all for this adventure." He looked to the three ladies and gave them all reassuring smiles. "I, as a contracted assassin, never go back on my word, and I swear that I will protect each and every one of you." He gave each of the girls a wink and looked to the men, thief included. "I think we can pull this off. We have a solid team gathered here." He shouldered his rifle and took careful aim at the bar's nearest keg and fired a round. BAM! The Jager kicked violently, knocking his shoulder back. Instead of breaking it, like it normally should, Jamen shrugged the blow off. The keg's spigot, however, had been hit perfectly, causing the mug underneath to be filled with ale. Jamen quickly slung his gun over his back and claimed the drink, and then proceeded to chug it. He gave his fellows a cheerful grin wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. "I think we can do this."

As Zane understood the challenge that was ahead, he nodded to agree to the task.


"Well I believe that it may seem impossible but not entirely. I can probably use your guys help but don't worry wit my trusty guns, Thunder and Rain, I'll probably beat this so call 'god' with no problem." As he says this trying to look cool in front of everyone.


But he failed when Jamen showed his sniper skills. Zane decided to show of his skill by grabbing ten bottles and throwing them in the air. He covers his eyes and shoots ten bullets, which hit all ten bottles. With this he thought he proved to the others that he was worthy for the quest." That's only a party trick, you should have watched me when I killed 25 ogres with only 1 clip."

Highland waited for a response. After a short time, Jamen got up and decided to make a scene, telling everyone how awesome he was. Highland simply face palmed himself. No sooner then he had, however, he heard a loud sound louder than a firecracker, obviously a shot fired from that massive gun Jamen had. Highland looked up to see, surprise surprise, Jamen pointing his gun at a broken bottle with a smug look on his face. The ♥♥♥♥. Titus, the paladin, just looked around the table, particularly at Alima, and then said, "Alright, I'm in. When do we start?"
Before Highland could respond to this question, Cortex loudly proclaimed how he was willing to join. With gunfire. As Highland shot him a glare, Cortex simply bragged, "That's only a party trick, you should have watched me when I killed twenty-five ogres with one clip." What? Highland thought. That's just not possible. Ogre hide is tough, it would take three shots to kill even one. And even if that kind of shot was possible, the max of ogres that ever come down to Crystalwood are three. And because they are highly territorial, that many ogres would NEVER even meet in the first place. There is that recent bandit group called the Ogres however, maybe he's talking about them?