Nexaduro

"Homer?" The man looks up, holding the amulet dropped by the notes-man, looking rather confused. "I was under the impression that I was the only one to have travelled to coordinate 164. But nevermind that." The man suddenly rushes to the door. "Sounds like a fight," he says, eyes aglow with mischief, "Dear Mathias, care to join me?" the man shouts back as he runs into the forest.

I made an appearance of my main character, and annoyed Mather.

The man's coat finishes swirling, and he opens one eye to regard the two conversing men. While Mathias is distracted, he slips a pellet into his beer, turning it into rather murky looking water. He then walks over and takes a look at the man's notes (any chance you would say what you have written?)

The man grimaces over the cup of beer, then fumbles around in one of the inner pockets of his coat. Eventually, he pulls out two small pellets and drops them in the drink. It turns clear and begins to bubble slightly. "I assume you've had a hangover. What I'm experiencing is worse, and alchohol won't make it any better. Now, if I had gotten water, that would've only taken a purification pellet. My stocks are low as it is. You owe me." The man hands you a sealed letter, and takes a drink of water. "Excuse me for a moment." Suddenly the patterns on the man's robe flow into what seems to be every shape imaginable, so fast that your eyes can barely follow.

There is a flash of light in the shape of the number five-hundred and sixty-two and a rather loud bang, followed by a man dropping from halfway between the floor and ceiling onto the bar. He has light gold hair and eyes, and is wearing a white, collared tunic with black trousers covered by a black, wide-sleeved, ankle-length coat. The coat is covered with rather distracting patterns of swirling white. He brushes off his clothes in agitation and vaults off the bar and into a seat. "Five-hundred and sixty-two. It's always different." He mutters. "Why can't that blasted coordinate stay in place? All the others are stationary! Damned Galleus, always shifting everything around..." The man seems to notice his fellow patrons. "Well, seems I chose an interesting moment to arrive. And who might you be? Quite ominous looking characters, aren't you?" He looks to the bartender. "Hey, mind getting me a glass of water over here?"

And how do you explain this? EDIT: A malfunction of the Republicanism Ray! Ye gods, he's immune!

Just puttin' in my 5 cents worth.

I think battles should be fought in EVE Online! =b

HIS river of fire Grim.

GRIM YOU FLIPPING IDIOT! TAKE HIM AWAY! KILL HIM! ANYTHING!!! I frantically fly back and form an elevated plateau under Iey, Earthsage and myself. I bring all of the silver dust to coat my armour, axcept for a thin strip above my wrist to allow spellcasting. I form crenellations on the plateau, and a trapdoor leading to a panic room within the stone. I sacrifice all of the geomancy exp gained so far in the campaign to construct it quickly and well.

IT'S A TRAAAAP! KILL KILL KILL! I fly over, coat him in silver dust, pick him up, and quickly toss him back towards land. I then turn my wings into a mace and begin smashing at his head.

"Bedlam. Chaos. Anarchy. Entropy. And weren't you expelled from the Ivory Mages?"

I use allomancy to form the sonium into a pair of claws (or at least one) for Earthsage. I then give the mage a flat glare. "Uh-huh. Right. I have reason to think that you're the one who caused the bedlam back at Ikana. I only have one thing to say:" I pause, draw a breath, and smile gleefully. "Do you have any contacts among the Archineers?"

... Sorry Vixion... That was pretty much a one-liner character. I was having a hard time thinking of an introduction. If you and Iey want, we can just forget about it I suppose.

As Nighleena threatens the man, he disappears. Suddenly she feels a weight on one shoulder and, looking down, sees a scythe blade engraved with vines that seem to glow strangely. "Indeed, not an amateur at all. In total, thousands of kills. Even I have lost count. The rage of your youth seems to have faded, Nighleena, but your talent never will. But I am rambling on, in my old age, I have come as a messenger of a different kind this time." The weight on your shoulder withdraws. "I have a message for you, Nighleena. Just two words." You turn to see the man fading into smoke, becoming incorporeal. "Find Celentris..."

"Well, it seems a bit volatile. Mayhaps continuing in that direction wouldn't be the best of ideas. So, what do you know about The One?"

A young man, his features indeterminate underneath a bright white cloak strides up to Nighleena. His voice seems morose, and he speaks soft and slowly. "Well... hello there. You account for quite a bit of my quota. Who would think, a girl such as yourself being the doom of so many. There aren't many of your kind anymore. So, not many kills lately, what's been going on?"

I fly down, cause my armour to cool enough to prevent melting and put out the fires on Iey, Grim, and Earth with ice magic, then pick up Iey, then Grim, then Earth and fly them to an area where they can move to safety. I make sure to purify the air around our mouths with aeromancy.

Oooooh crap. Not good. I fly back to the volcano and rescue Iey, then Grim, then Earth.

Oh. Blocked. Fine then, I yell to my allies to ready themselves for combat, and draw my wings into my armour to thicken it. I use the silver dust to form a sphere around the ivory mage.

I yell to my fellow adventurers to prepare themselves for combat, and then land in front of the Ivory Mage. I trigger an avalanche on the side of the volcano, making suret to deflect the rocks away from my companions, and fly back to the village with the mage.

I fly over to the village, pick up Kemios, and fly him with me to the volcano.

Eh, sorry, gotta go.

Session now if you guys want?

Lol.