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Naruto AU: Team 4's Story (Better title inbound for actual rp!)

@Jasonhero No problem. Now you've made me curious about what you have in store for us :)

Naruto AU: Team 4's Story (Better title inbound for actual rp!)

Sounds like a good plan. If Dirty Dan is going with a Hyuuga, and Kal-El with an Inuzuka I feel a strong urge to go Aburame. Sensor team FTW!

@Jasonhero Would it be possible to get the CS you're working with for some pre-OOC-character-funtastic-moments?

Naruto AU: Team 4's Story (Better title inbound for actual rp!)

@MonkeyBusiness Yes, but at the same time you need to get your fighting force up and working as soon as possible. If the other villages finds out that you're weakened, they'll probably want to take back some things.

Naruto AU: Team 4's Story (Better title inbound for actual rp!)

I'm interested. Is it too late to join in?

Edit: A good reason for the massive teams is quite simply a lack of experienced manpower; There are only so many higher ranked shinobi left after the war able to train Genin to be useful for things more then meat shields (or at least train them to be decent meat shields) and thus those few that remain need to teach more idiot kids to make up the difference.

Not ideal, but life is tough.

@Bright_Ops

I like that a lot. Even if the jounin of a village are decimated, you still need to train a new generation, that would work.

Naruto AU: Team 4's Story (Better title inbound for actual rp!)

@Dirty Dan I see what you mean. Perhaps there could be an in-game explanation of us really being two teams that are just always deployed at the same time?

Naruto AU: Team 4's Story (Better title inbound for actual rp!)

Sounds awesome. I'm already thinking about character ideas. Want to do something new this time...

Naruto AU: Team 4's Story (Better title inbound for actual rp!)

Same question as MonkeyBusiness. Haven't seen a Naruto game here for a while, just want to play.

Darkhallow

And post, took long enough. I'm going to figure out a few potion recipes before I actually have to use them...

Darkhallow

Lena took in the conversation as it progressed. Learning, comparing, analysing. Each new Kemmler incarnated into a new body, which probably meant that the thing which carried his life, energy, self... his soul for lack of a better word, was not a physical piece of him. Perhaps he was bound to some kind of item and simply possessed the next sad sod who happened to come across it, she'd read a book about something like that. Being in London meant access to a lot of power, potentially, and a huge amount of corpses. When the Romans invaded and "founded" Londinium there was already a settlement by the Thames, the amount of corpses in the general area would be almost impossible to calculate. On top of that, the city had its fair share of depressing history which produced corpses at an alarming rate such as the plague during the 14th century. Simply put, finding a necromancer in London could be like finding a needle in a haystack. They needed more information.

Then the alchemist, Melvus (apparently), started to bring out his tools of the trade. Lena edged herself closer so she could have a better view of what the man did. Alchemy was her passion. Mainly she mixed potions, and reckoned that she was pretty good at it, for an apprentice at least. Her potionmaking was held back thought, by her own mental brakes. She imagined she had a good handle on how magic worked, the fact that her focus item actually worked meant that at least she wasn’t far off. She based her theories on the fact that magic was fueled by belief, a wizard that did not believe in his magic could lose it. While alchemy was based unpon the real ingredients it was still an expression of magic and would obey the rule of belief. With that logic, so would the ingredients, the ingredients in themselves were just things, the important part was that the mixer believed that they were the best or most suitable ingredient for the job, and wham! Potion. The same ingredients would only mix muck for another wizard, because his mind worked differently. Lenas mind always went back to things that could be easily found or purchased, the smallest common denominator. She’d even been toying with the idea of making a potion with seven parts water, each part representing something new for each sense, but her master had shut the idea down and made her mix complicated potions with expensive ingredients for a week. She’d never heard about half of the stuff before she put them in the pot. Suffice to say, at least half of the potions failed.

With that in mind she was a bit disappointed to see that the master alchemist was using only pure chemicals. She’d been convinced that the high-ranking members if the white court were all scientists and explorers in the field of magic like herself and would use the strangest things for ingredients and focus items. But no, pure chemicals for potions, wooden staffs and wands for focus items, regular rings, armbands, necklaces and earrings for enchanted items. Sure, they worked, obviously, but would no one ask why? And why not something else would work just as well or better? It was 1961 for Christ’s sake! Not the middle ages! Technology was a bit iffy, but that was no excuse to leave the house carrying a small tree around.

Lena’s eyes went into full alert, and after a few blinks she figured out why. She’d zoned out and people had begun leaving. Her eyes had caught the figure of Master Regan moving to enter the mirror, but the brain hadn’t registered it properly. As the warden put her foot into the mirror Lena’s eyes had figuratively screamed that something was weird right in front of her. Assuming that this was what they were supposed to be doing, Lena followed her master into the mirror.

Heroically heroic heroes on an adventurous adventure!

The horseman, somehow oblivious to the adventures of Baxxink, was frozen in place, much like the musician inside the tavern. He only went limp when Vekyzz tugged him out of the saddle, and folded himself into a neat pile of human on the ground.
The horse on the other hand would have none of that. As soon as it felt its rider leave the saddle it started to whine and tried to get away. As the demon grabbed the reins to hold the beast still the damn thing panicked and shot of like a lightning bolt down the road, leaving a puzzled vekyzz with a slight burning sensation in his hand. As the horse ran for its life past the far wall of the tavern something bright blue shot out of the shadows, got on top of the horse and rode away at break-neck speed.

Baxxink on the other hand, had grown tired of looking for proper glass-smashing tools and had settled on the urine-coated branch from the infamous tree behind the tavern. He swung the yellowish-brown thing high above his head and smashed the window into a million pieces just as a horse went into full gallop just a few coaches over. While the beast did not cover the sound of the glass, it was likely to draw the attention of anyone nearby, lucky.

@Fetzen
The goblin crawled through the hole without too much hassle and started to rummage around in there as soon as he could. As the passenger compartment was fairly small it didn't take him long. While he looked over his findings something moved outside the window and the demon Vekyzz became clearly visible, he obviously had no intention of staying at the tavern any more. Getting out of the coach as quickly as he could, he immediately jumped into the coachman's seat of the next one over and started to shout and wave his arms to get the attention of his companion.