A ray of light came from above piercing through the clouds and scorching the earth beneath. It's brightness radiated with such an intensity so as to make it visible from thousands of miles away. As it faded away only an empty crater was left on it's wake, the depth of that hole reached to the deepest, darkest part of existence, to hell. A torrent of black tar rose from the hole as it puddled and filled the crater, as it spread around engulfing the forest and every living creature on it's path. The black tar was hotter than any earthly fire when it scorched the earth, and hotter than any supernatural one when it burned the souls of the damned for eternity. It carried within it the agonizing pain of the tortured souls as they called out with pained screams, trying to escape the ever flowing black damnation.

From the pit rose a figure covered in black. The moment the figure emerged from the pit, the tar started retreating, seeping back into the damned hole from whence it emerged. The screams of the tortured souls started fading as the black hell tar drained through the hole and back to the realm of the damned. The shape made of hell tar started forming into a humanoid until it finally assumed the shape of one up to the last detail. The creature that emerged was none other then

"Now then, with whom do we start first.."

_{OOC: Gimme your locations, predicament and who you're with please. Need to start hunting somewhere.}

OOC: Well, my character is currently unconscious, in the intersection where the last Lord of Lies vanished, and where General Stryker joined the crew. The Harbinger, Bendy, Stryker and all that are also there. Jane's the only one I remember being somewhere else. We're in the ruined city.

OOC: Notice how all of the antagonists thus far use tar. cool!

The ear of the great cat flicked off in one direction with a twitch, the rest of its grand head following. It looked away for a time, deeper than with any set of eyes, then back to the strange assembly they had become after warding off whatever the former foe had been. Not an answer had been offered, but even then this was in part to be expected; not everything was so well known or explained. It considered itself a relic of old, but by any standard to the world, it was recent - very, very recent. No older than mankind and its fellow demons of thought and person.

"It would change little whatever it was." The Harbinger turned upon its great paws and set off a few steps, "As I do not think we will see it again, at last not for a time."

OOC: Troubles resolved. Time for my character to wake up.

With a sharp breath and a gasp, Endar sat up. For a few moments, he looked around, disoriented. He saw a strange collection of men and beasts before him, in a ruin of a town that had architecture like he had never seen. Scrambling to his feet in a very un-princely way, he drew his sword, pointing it at the nearest of the group.

"Who are you? Where am I? And how did I get here?"

OOC: *poke*

"Who are you? Where am I? And how did I get here?"

With the shuffling of the unconscious back to their feet, the attention shifted from among their own number to the newest "addition", as one could potentially call them. With the gesturing of another weapon toward them, they seemed to collectively pause their own quarrels and issue a collective response not of a challenge, not at first at least, but hesitation.

"We are wanderers, if one could safely place it." The jowls that concealed deadly ivory colored blades moved in word, "And as for where you are and how you arrived here, the former is an unknown to us all - the latter is that we are wanderers. You, alike us, wandered in one way or another."

Its golden eyes blinked calmly, musing visibly over the weapon's threat and back to the noble presence.

@CollectorOfMyst

"DAAR LAS NI MORWITIJAAL..." The voice that speaks is like thunder and earthquakes. It comes from a man dressed in tattered purple robes and aged golden armor, floating in the air like a puppet dangling on its strings. What little of his visible flesh are withered grayish hands and feet and an impossibly thin waist. His face, however, is hidden behind a vibrant wooden mask. "NI SETKIIRJORI NU DAAR AAL OFANJIIK ZU'U ZOK."

A young, unattended little girl in a school uniform comes traipsing along. She has the blade of a Katana slit through her head, and in all honesty, she should probably be writhing in pain or dead. However, as it appears, she is unaffected by the injury. In fact, she is nonchalantly adorning a sweet succulent smile of contentment across her clueless face, and upon further investigation, it is fairly easy to assume that even if there is a possibility that a hint of agony is buried beneath her obliviously complacent eyes, asking her about such a thing would be far less satisfactory than inquiring on a more important question such as:

"What is your favorite color, my sweet summer child?"

She is, after all, functioning like a normal human being. It would be rude to poke at her deformities. But, then again, the narrator is not everyone; just merely a writer making suggestions to the other players.

The sudden arrival of the creature and the small girl only panicked Endar further. Taking several steps backwards, he acted out of experience.

Seraphim...

Holding up his free hand, he turned it towards the creature. And a blast of light arced towards it, with all intent to cleanse this creature of darkness.

OOC:This post will include bendy's exit. Also, is it alright if I can GM this while your away, @BrokenPromise?

"I should say the same to ya, 'Grim Reaper'." Bendy replied to Sans. He yelped as Jane told him to not trust any wizard.

"Alright, alright, I'll call ya if I get in trouble with a magical being again.." He told the soldier. Suddenly, the ink devil's watch started to beep. Bendy's cartoony eyes widened as he reformed his ink wings and started to take flight.

"Aw curses! Im gonna be late! See you guys later!, he said as he flew away.

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Out of the blue, another person appeared. A young girl in purple, with a shield resting on her left arm. The most noticable part of her appearance could easily be the diamond shaped gem on her hand, the source of her powers.
"..." she took note of her suroundings, seeing the other three newcomers and lion gained her atention. The girl started to make her way over, pulling out a pistol incase she had to fight.

@Majoras End well that was odd" sans said shrugging as he dissipated the scythe into mist.

@Majoras End That works for me. writing workload is still a bit higher than I'd like, and bishop seems to have lost interest. You may be the GM.

@BrokenPromise
@Majoras End

Though the girl was dressed in strange clothes and held some sort of metal wand in her hand, she was the only one he could say was mostly human. The instincts of this boy was to edge closer to his own kind - well, half his kind - than to stay in reach of the creatures... especially the one he'd attacked.

@CollectorOfMyst, @Majoras End

"You almost seem... worried." The Harbinger's low voice added to the ambiance that followed the wake of the exchange, looking over both the apparent young mage and the silent girl who drew her weapon. The great sabertoothed tensed none in response to either of these outcomes, not that it was disassociated from them but rather that it knew better than to be too forward in its challenges. After all, the rules of this place seemed to change like the chaos of just earlier; from one moment a place of learning then to a jungle, across an expanse and then into this ruin.

With a blink of its ferine, vibrant golden eyes it then continued in turn, "For the most part the threat seems to have passed."

The girl suddenly halted and and quickly turned to aim at whatever she sensed behind her. The gem on her hand was lightly glowing. Seemingly normal to others, but a sign of a threat nearby for her. Calming herself down, she decided to leave whatever was near alone for another magical girl to fight, for now.. @Terminal

"Must have been a false alarm.." she said to herself, putting her pistol away. She walked up beside the mage, and introduced herself to the group before asking them a question.

"Apologizes for the scare, my name is Homura Akemi. Now, any of you know what this place is?"@The Harbinger of Ferocity@CollectorOfMyst

@Majoras End"earth I think" sans said shrugging slightly.

@Majoras End The gem upon Akemi's hand abruptly shone once more, the intensity of its light greater than previously - only to then fade again in the next moment. Not a second had passed however before it shone for a third time, this time with a blinding radiance. An intonation of unfathomable portent hung in the air.

From a floating point before the assembled party, a phantom strain of light bled from the skein of the air - a curious white light that was not blinding to look at in and of itself, but which was nonetheless opaque and obscured from sight the landscape beyond it. A solitary mote of ink-like darkness bloomed in the center of that pure void, spreading outwards as billowing plumes of dye through liquid, coalescing into a series of firmer, more substantial shapes. A curious arrangement of geometric alienage that defied recognition. The mere sight of it hanging within the air evoked an immediate epiphany from those who looked and sought upon its form however, the essence of the light and shapes carrying with them an ineffable but undeniable meaning made clear as rapturous starlight.




As straightforward as the being's appearance had been, the words that were soundlessly projected across space to its various recipients - Mentally? Something more? - were utterly alien gibberish, incomprehensible to everyone in the assembled party.



Another intonation reverberated through the air, and out of the skein of the world a curious book bled into being, hanging in the air, its opened pages and the impossible moving image emblazoned therein beckoning.



The spinning image was immediately recognizable to Akemi. It was the rooftop of Mitakihara Middle School.



Mere moments after having appeared, the Godhead bled out of the party's awareness. The blinding warning light upon Akemi's hand faded once more. The strange book continued to hang in the air, the spinning, paneled image upon the blank third page strangely enticing.

Endar paused, and finally sheathed his sword.

Nobody here was trying to hurt him.

"I... apologise." Whatever had had his senses on edge had disappeared... at least, for now. "I am Endar, Prince of Arlen, and Knight Exemplar to my sister, Queen Mari. And since I have no inkling of where I am, nor how I arrived, I cannot say I know where we are."