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I was waiting for Kyelin, but perhaps waiting will have to wait. What?
Sooo... now we have two fire guys?
Mary turned to meet the man who spoke to her, a bit flustered. She almost dropped her knife, as she had to avoid her instinct to put the knife up to his throat. Fumbling with it for a moment, she cursed herself mentally. [u]'Perfect. Way to make a first impression. I thought we were supposed to be intimidating!'[/i] She tended to talk to herself... a lot. Luckily, she usually managed to keep it in her head.

'Of course, they have to talk to me. Ugh.' She wasn't exactly a people person. She only got along with people who had knives hilt deep in their skull. Nevertheless, she put on a painfully fake smile, and composed herself. After all, she would have to deal with these people for quite awhile. "Oh, this is nothing. Just something I've picked up on the path of being a vigilante and whatnot." She said, her voice dripping with fake kindness and innocence. "So, what brings you here? Have anything fancy, or do you just like hurting bad guys? I saw a few people earlier who could do some pretty weeeeeird things." Though the question was under the guise of friendly conversation, Mary was really using it for knowledge, to gauge the competition. For Mary, everything was a competition if money was involved.

A slight frown ran over her face. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Where are my manners!" She said, extending her hand. "My names Mary, my friends call me Bloody Mary, my enemies call me a b*tch. Who would I have the pleasure of meeting?" She asked, dropping her knife into a sheath at her waist. The man had seemed rather friendly as he walked up, a clear indicator that they wouldn't get along.
Vragas looked down at the scroll of parchment unfurled between his thick, dull, claws, an almost subconscious motion that he had been repeating for the entirety of his hike through the plains. Looking back up at the horizon, he jumped in a mix of glee and surprise, seeing the tiny black dots that were his prey. Through this journey, time had slipped away from him. There had been no day or night, only walking and resting. Still, he had kept his own morale high, knowing that great rewards were in store for him. Already, he was in good favor with his master, this arduous task would simply solidify his place in the rising empire.

So, it was with great glee that he shouted up to Stamrad, sitting atop a wagon, dragged by two ogres. Stamrad chuckled, congratulating the imp. "You are quite the imp. Viktor is sure to reward you greatly." Said the armored general, a slight tone of malice tainting his voice. The anger went unnoticed by Vragas, who was too busy running ahead to pay attention to the hollow suit of armor. A sigh slipped from Stamrad's helmet, as he dropped off of the wagon, taking long strides. As his boots crunched down on the light blanket of snow that laid across the tundra, he pulled out his sword, the sun glancing off of the decorative blade.

When the two neared the herd, a few idle creatures raised their heads, caring very little for the newcomers, so long as their grazing remained uninterrupted. They both stopped a few meters short of the greater mass of animals, taking a moment before attacking. Vragas turned to Stamrad. "What's the plan?" He asked tentatively. The first time, he had been able to take down one, but he was unsure of how he would take down so many of the horned beasts.

Stamrad would have let a grim smirk slide onto his face, if he had one. "Well, little one, this could be rather tricky. You see, with all of these animals, someone could get hurt if we spook them, and it would be a terrible shame if someone died before we got back." He said, no longer masking the sheer hate in his voice. Before Vragas could open his mouth, Stamrad kneeled down, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck. In one swift motion, the imp was tossed into the midst of the herd, startling a few of the beasts slightly. Confusion flashed under the mask Vragas wore, before Stamrad stabbed the nearest ox with a shout, causing a stampede of the herd.

Without a second glance at the stampede, and obvious battered corpse of the imp, Stamrad turned to a smaller group of animals, a cluster that hadn't moved from their grazing. They had seen Stamrad's attack on the other group, and many started to slowly trot away, only to be met by the two ogres, who had moved the cart near. Slowly, the three boxed in the animals, before beginning the slaughter. Many crushed skulls and slit throats later, Stamrad finished piling the bloody pile of corpses in the cart, before beginning the slow march back to the castle. As he walked, he let out what would be classified as a whistle, having no remorse for the crime he committed, out of sheer jealousy.
Hydl stared in awe through the small entrance to the barracks, about to go train, per his schedule. In the courtyard of the village, and marching towards the barracks, was a large number of new troops, skeletons and ogres alike. It appeared that Viktor had been rather busy. Hydl was a bit confused, as thoughts ran through his rotting brain. What could Viktor possibly need all of these troops for? Where they going to attack someone? Were they under attack? Rather than expend any energy on harboring such foolish notions, the skeleton focused on Viktor, who had walked with the army of beasts. In order to create the troops, he had expended all of his remaining corpses, as well as much of his magical energy.

"Listen to me well, for we shall know peace no longer!" Viktor said, in a loud and commanding tone. "We must be trained and battle ready quickly, if we are to stand against the army of Altearx. These foolish mortals take residence in a stronghold necessary for our hostile attacks on those who would dare oppose us, and I fear they will soon catch scent of our presence. If we are to survive, we must strike first! FOR BLOOD! FOR GLORY! FOR VICTORY!"

Interested, with the same questions as posed by Polyphemus.
Hm. Looking at this thread now, it seems like I've RP'ed with everyone here at some point. Small world...
Looking back, I see that Mary will be extremely underpowered, in comparison to the rest... I get the feeling that she wont be contributing too much among so many super-powered badasses...
Mary woke with a start, gasping for air as she was released from the slimy grip of her nightmares. They haunted her, the memories of her victims. The ethereal visits did little to deter her, however. She would put up with any amount of unearthly pestering, so long as she went to sleep with a wad of cash resting neatly under her pillow.

She hadn't been used to the luxury provided by the flight- it was almost uncomfortable. For a large portion of her life, she had lived from paycheck to paycheck (or victim to victim, if you prefer). She felt glad to remove herself from the sickeningly soft seats, stretching out as she stood. Taking a brief glance around, she took a moment to catch the faces of a few people.

Mary didn't catch much of the intercoms speech, but she retained a few important things... Mostly that Eden looked like somewhere she wanted to be, preferably uninvited. That's what makes it fun. Lagging within the plane for awhile longer than most others, she took a moment to check her luggage. She hadn't really had anything that she could take with her. Simply her knives, a few bottles of assorted hallucinogens and booze, and a small photograph of sentimental value. She kept these items with her at all times, not willing to let them go.

Upon securing her possessions, she stepped out of the plane, into the sun. Her eyes were forcefully jammed shut by the rough grasp of unwelcome sunlight, as her hands raised up instinctively, covering her face. Even without having had a 47 hour flight before, Mary wasn't exactly a fan of bright lights. Most of her time was spent in the dark, where she thrived. For her, daytime was more often a time of rest.

As soon as her eyes adjusted, and she could see through squinted eyelids, she took a look around, waiting for someone who sounded like they knew what they were doing to say something. She swept her eyes around nervously. These people were all trained to... Do their things. Antsy, Mary took one of her longer bladed knives out, and began idly flipping it through the air, watching the sun bounce off of the polished steel in erratic patterns, while still keeping a cautious eye on the others.
A-a-are you... Are you serious?
Okay. Does that mean we start as new recruits?
Amen to that. Speaking of this getting started, when it comes down to RPing, will we all begin on the island, or did I misread the OP?
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