~*~Roleplay~*~

(ooc: How does she know who Theos is?)

Theos watched as some short lady came in riding on a dog, and began asking questions. "I could have some fun with this one, methinks." Drawing the Shadow Sushi Slicer back into his forearm, the lunatic sat down next to the large man, and leaned over. "I bet you five bucks you'd like to know how the pointy thing in my arm can hurt shadows. And that I can make the young lady with the dog blush."

Not waiting for an answer, Theos explained. "The maker said it was forged from some metal that grows, yeah, grows, like a tree or moss, on an island in the south sea. Apparently, this metal is indestructible and it's infused with both light and dark magic. And a blade made of the stuff can turn practically anything into sandwich meat." Theos stood up again. "I think you know what I'm talking about."

Seeking mischief, the lunatic walked up to the new person, and tipped his hat. "Hey, honey. How's about you and I go for a midnight ride? The dog can come too, if you're that sort of thing."

The blacksmith sat very still for a few seconds, trying to process all the new information. He knew the rare metal the lunatic had mentioned, his swords were made of the stuff. But, why had none of the material he'd read mentioned it? And just how effective was it?

After hearing what the weirdo in black said to this new girl though, all but one thought was pushed to the back of his mind as he struggled to contain his laughter: He could fight back.

(ooc: she doesn't, I just used the name so I didn't have to describe everyone again.)

(ooc: I sort of figured that, but okay. Perhaps her knowing the guy could be some sort of plot point? Would definitely make things interesting.)

Helia, paused, giving Theos a cold stare. "I do not know of what you speak, yet I am repulsed none the less. Speak to me no longer." Then the brightly clad paladin turned to Caldri, a slightly softer expression on her face. "I am sorry to hear of your friend's demonic possession. Demons are some of the most powerful creatures of evil, but if you help me in my quest to avenge Jeriko, then I can aid in restoring your friend." Dismounting, she pulled off her helmet, her dark hair pulled into a small pony tail, only a few stray strands framed her face. Her features were hard, chiseled by years of training. "Although, I can make no promises. There are certain cases where no help can be given. I will have to see your friend to assess the damage. Is there a way we can lure her here?"

"So, wait wait wait. Random supposed paladin comes striding up, and we're trusting her? We can barely trust our OWN party, let alone others! Caldri, do you really think that this is wise???"





(ooc: I'm not sure how that would fit in, as soon as theos displayed any sort of evil behavior she would have been morally compelled to either kill him or bring him to justice, but probably kill him.

A night elf made his way through the dark forest, his dark red cloak flowing behind him as he strode down the path. He occasionally glanced behind him as if checking to make sure that no one was following him or chasing after him.
"Too easy." He muttered to himself before untying a small pouch, hesitating a moment before opening it and dumping the contents into his palm. There were a few small trinkets that included a few rings, an expensive looking necklace, and an ornate broach. "These should get a fair price in the next town." He spoke again before gently placing the jewelery back in his pouch and tying it back on his belt. He chuckled softly as he continued on his way, "'The Master-Thief, Cero strikes again'" He recited the the headline of a small newspaper that he had read in the last town where he had gotten the contents of his pouch. "They really think too highly of me." The dark skinned elf sighed as he shook his head from side to side.

Cero stopped as he heard voices up ahead, his ruby eyes narrowed as he slowly reached for his sword and edged closer to where the voices were, careful not to make any noises or do anything that would alert them of where he was. If they were soldiers or officials, they might be searching for the infamous thief. He glanced around the tree that he was hiding behind and saw a small group of people that included a Paladin, a blacksmith, and an odd man that seemed to be trying to flirt with the female paladin.

( OOC: Hope this is okay oAo; I wasn't sure how to come in... If there's any errors or anything just tell me and I'll try to fix them xD )

(ooc: I haven't slept in maybe 34 hours. This could get interesting.)

Infero sat against the rock, his back to the rest of the group. Removing the thicker layers of clothing, he finally managed to roll of one leg of his pants, and see what that shadow thing had truly done.

All the way up to about mid-thigh were stab wounds and little cuts, each opening bearing a small black ring around the edge. Curiously, he wasn't bleeding, and no pain came from the wounds. In fact, they seemed perfectly sterile, aside from that strange blackness. "I'll have to keep an eye on those," he thought, beginning to reattach the rest of his leg coverings.

By the time that was all done, another person had come into the picture: That one guy from earlier, who had fought against a few members of the Clan with them. He would make a pleasant addition to the group, should he choose to stick around.

The blacksmith then turned his attention to the rest of the group. It seemed someone has started an argument, and now Astoria and Caldri were yelling at each other, while that one girl with the fun, glowing sword was trying to order everyone around. The sight was almost funny.

Quietly walking up behind the small girl, whom Caldri had called Felix, Infero knelt next to her, and, still taking in the scene, asked "What did I miss?"

"That girl sure knows how to reject someone," he somehow thought to himself. While everyone else busied themselves talking to each other, Theos chose to walk around a little bit, maybe find a snack or something.

All that he found were a few rocks, a partially eaten squirrel, and one very large, still living tarantula. Placing the rocks into his pocket, for later, he tossed the dead squirrel up into the air, quickly slicing it into pieces with a knife. After catching them all, the whole bundle of fur, bone, blood and whatever else that carcass contained went straight down Theos' throat. "Blech. Probably should've cooked that first." After returning to the group, the lunatic took off his hat and sat back against a tree, starting to pick little clumps of bad smelling fur out of his teeth.

Thankfully, it didn't take long. Now he could enjoy dessert, and began to move the struggling arachnid towards his mouth. No sooner had he started chewing on it, the girl on the dog pulled a cool, glowing sword, and began waving it around.

Curious, Theos got up and walked over again, one hairy spider leg still hanging a few inches out of his mouth. In return for his appearance, he got the oversized, glowy knife pointed in his general direction, while its wielder said something about purifying him.

Quickly shoving the remaining appendage into his mouth, Theos answered "Does purification involve a large bath with lots and lots of scantily clad ladies throwing soapy water at each other? Because it totally should. By the way, you wouldn't happen to have a Tic Tac on you, would ya? My breath could probably knock out a bear right now."