I'll try to get a response up by tomorrow, or tonight if things don't go swimmingly at home.

-Sits back on a skeletal Throne humming to a song stuck in my head- Starting to think of the Combo spells... the possibilities are kind of crazy lol.

So, who still needs to post?

I believe @Detritus@Zelosse@LetMeDoStuff@13org@Queentze

@Eklispe, thanks. Also, there's an informal rule that players can only make one post per 'round'; there's no posting order, per se, but it's considered bad form to post twice after one GM Post.

@Letter Bee @Eklispe

Actually writing mine this exact moment.

@Eklispe I've abstained so far. Nothing catches my interest for a reply.

So the re-written history of the world, info that the government is hunting us, quest to find the tablets, dispute over the invisable person, person leaving the group, knowledge that someone might be tracked and have led enemies here, the suggestion of a reward from heaven itself, our first destination, two people displaying every magic trick they have, and an attention grabbing whistle don't even warrant a little bit of thought? He must have about as much interest in his surroundings and what's going on as a rock does.

@Eklispe fun fact; he barely exists in this specific moment.

Edgy

Only two people need to post.

@Letter Bee I'll do mine tonight, if I can! Sorry for the wait

@Letter Bee I'll do mine tonight, if I can! Sorry for the wait

It's all right.

<Snipped quote by LetMeDoStuff>

It's all right.

Oh bugger, I remembered that I haven't made my Cantrips yet! I'll get onto that soon too

Name: Martin Terrence O’Shay, aka 'Oxygen Bomber'
Age: 38
Physical Description:


Important items: A plain silver crucifix.
Short Bio: Even murdering terrorists have to take a night off and have some fun.
O’Shay was a part of what dregs are left from the IRA, driven deep, deep underground and all but forgotten, when he had the chance to encounter the malak Iahhel.
Terrence is not your stereotypical hot-tempered Irishman, and he doesn’t drink, either. He’s an intense, tightly-wound bundle of anger, but he conceals it behind a quiet, genial exterior. The IRA only realized what kind of man he was when, after some of their boys had jumped an off duty Bobby and beaten him senseless, Terrence came along and set the bloke on fire. “It’ll do to send a message,” he said mildly as the body fat caught and crackled.
Martin the bomber and arsonist got just what he wanted from magic and became Martin the one-man firestorm. By and large, he used his powers subtly (or as subtly as they can be used) because he was more valuable to the IRA as a living threat than he would be if he drew concentrated attention.
He, at first, tried to raise merry hell in the UK, firebombing critical junctures, but he found Northern Ireland placid. With the fight taken out of it and from it. It was all for naught.
With his internal anger unable to express itself properly, now he travels the world as a paid assassin, drifting from one assignment to the next with no particular goal in life, the one he had before burnt out by crushing defeat and angelic fire.

Skills/Flaws:
+Demolitions/Construction specialist
+Shadowing skills

-Tightly controlled maladjustment bordering on insanity
-Inability to really let go

Spell List:
● Blazing Sword of Phlogiston [Change] - this is the signature ability of O'Shay, imparted upon him by the malak Iahhel. It instantly converts a given reasonably continuous object in line of sight from O'Shay (or a reasonably definable part of it) into oxygen of the same mass. If there is a way for the oxygen to expand, the result is usually a pressure detonation. If there is none, the oxygen instead undergoes pressurization and turns into supercooled liquid oxygen, freezing most of anything in the vicinity as it spills over.
● [Sealed]
● [Sealed]
● [Sealed]
● [Sealed]
● [Sealed]

@Altasaire, Accepted.

@olcharlieboi, Yeah...actually forgot about Charles there.

@Letter Bee
wow.

Name: Martin Terrence O’Shay, aka 'Oxygen Bomber'
Age: 38
Physical Description:

Appearance [+]

Important items: A plain silver crucifix.
Short Bio: Even murdering terrorists have to take a night off and have some fun.
O’Shay was a part of what dregs are left from the IRA, driven deep, deep underground and all but forgotten, when he had the chance to encounter the malak Iahhel.
Terrence is not your stereotypical hot-tempered Irishman, and he doesn’t drink, either. He’s an intense, tightly-wound bundle of anger, but he conceals it behind a quiet, genial exterior. The IRA only realized what kind of man he was when, after some of their boys had jumped an off duty Bobby and beaten him senseless, Terrence came along and set the bloke on fire. “It’ll do to send a message,” he said mildly as the body fat caught and crackled.
Martin the bomber and arsonist got just what he wanted from magic and became Martin the one-man firestorm. By and large, he used his powers subtly (or as subtly as they can be used) because he was more valuable to the IRA as a living threat than he would be if he drew concentrated attention.
He, at first, tried to raise merry hell in the UK, firebombing critical junctures, but he found Northern Ireland placid. With the fight taken out of it and from it. It was all for naught.
With his internal anger unable to express itself properly, now he travels the world as a paid assassin, drifting from one assignment to the next with no particular goal in life, the one he had before burnt out by crushing defeat and angelic fire.

Skills/Flaws:
+Demolitions/Construction specialist
+Shadowing skills

-Tightly controlled maladjustment bordering on insanity
-Inability to really let go

Spell List:
● Blazing Sword of Phlogiston [Change] - this is the signature ability of O'Shay, imparted upon him by the malak Iahhel. It instantly converts a given reasonably continuous object in line of sight from O'Shay (or a reasonably definable part of it) into oxygen of the same mass. If there is a way for the oxygen to expand, the result is usually a pressure detonation. If there is none, the oxygen instead undergoes pressurization and turns into supercooled liquid oxygen, freezing most of anything in the vicinity as it spills over.
● [Sealed]
● [Sealed]
● [Sealed]
● [Sealed]
● [Sealed]

An Irish terrorist being in the same story as a Scotsman...It's only natural that they'll hate one another?

@LetMeDoStuff, They work for the same 'employer', btw.