Totally Epic RP RP

Story: You are a resident of a town at the base of small mountain range. Two weeks ago at midnight a bright light shot from the largest mountain and exploded above the town. After witnessing this event, you began to develop strange powers. A few days ago you received a mysterious letter from an "Auro Fice" asking you to meet him in the back room of the Hog's Gut Pub. Tonight is the night to go to the pub. This is where the story begins...

Profiles:

Yoshi grunts in dissatisfaction at the letter in his hands. Looking down at the town below him, Yoshi looked for the top of the pub. He was sitting on a rock on the side of the mountain above the village, rereading the letter he had recieved a few days ago. He had not yet decided on whether or not he would go to the meeting. Sure, he would like to know where his powers came from. Then again, they might ask him to save the world or something. It might be more advantagous to just fly on out of town, move somewhere else. I don't want some old man telling me what to do with my powers, Yoshi thought. Then again, I would like to at least meet him, find out why I have these powers.

After having deliberated for hours, Yoshi's curiousity got the better of him. His axe sheathed and strapped across his back, Yoshi stood up upon the top of the rock. Calling a southernly wind, Yoshi lifted himself off the ground and zoomed towards the town. His feet glided inches above the ground, giving him a sensation of flying. He hadn't actually tried to fly yet, though he was sure he would be able to. Couldn't be that different from what I'm doing now, he thought. Maybe when he had better control of his powers, though to be frank, he had great control over them already.

Less than a minute after he had left his post on the rock, Yoshi had reached the back door to the pub. What had taken him at least two hours before, the journey up and down the mountain took less time than he had to complete a whole thought. Yoshi smiled, pleased with the new speed he had acquired. Grabbing the handle of the door, Yoshi pushed it open and peered inside, his senses on full alert.

Bill walks into the Hog Gut's Pub. 'Twas odd. He had to show that funny letter to get in. Usually Joel, the barkeep, let anyone in. There were three guys in a back corner.

'One of them might be this Mr. Fice' Bill thought. He took a drink and a sit in another corner.

In the cool evening of the mountain region, not the stunning beauty of Nature, nor the memories of his childhood days was on Vice's mind. He could only grasp an image of a shady fellow describing his newly acquired powers.

"Could this Auro Fice be some sort of powerful being, or..." he pondered the thought, "or some weak punk with a taste for childish pranks?" He smirked to himself. Sitting on a rock next to a mountain pond, he gazed at the darkening sky. A group of peddlers were approaching, and Vice decided to test his powers, for the 5th time.

Vice looked toward the group, and in an instant, he was gone.
The peddlers walked on, not acknowledging the lone man. It had worked.

He reappeared, and stood up. He looked around, and brushed off the back of his formal pants. He could feel the magic greaves, almost pulsing and breathing in tune with him. He felt his greaves, then rolled up his suit sleeve. He ran his fingers down his gloves, almost absorbing their power and sturdiness, and began to finish his trip to the Hog Gut's pub.

Vice retained his common indifferent attitude, and regretted the wearing of his formal clothes to meet with an unknown man. He felt the outline of his shirt, and laughed at the uncanny connection: he very rarely dons his formal clothes, not at his mountain home, and how many times in one's life do you acquire super powers? His thoughts occupied him for the trip, and he arrived at the pub.

He flashed the letter to the barkeep, not asking questions or making a fuss, and walked in. He glanced around the room. He saw some people in the back, and took a seat in the middle of the room.
He sat back in his chair, and looked towards the ground.

"Auro Fice..." he said to himself, under his breath.

Bill glanced at the man in the middle of the room. He seemed stiff dressed in his fancy clothes. Those gloves were odd though. Nice clothes and armored gloves? Didn't quite fit together.

Bill feigned another sip of his drink and waited.

Vice kept his head to the ground, but examined the people in the room. He first looked to the man at the door, and laughed at his uncomfortableness.
He then looked to a corner, and saw a man examining Vice.
He nodded politely, then turned away.

He then pictured the remaining people who are coming to this meeting, with their extravagant powers and such. Vice wondered where they were, if they simply decided not to show, or if the 3 of us were all.

He glanced towards the man in gold, and tried to make eye contact with him; he seemed as the man in charge.

Auro Fice sat in idle chatter over a tankard of rum. 'Twas not hot, nor was it cold. 'Twould not be long before the quest began. He smiled in delight, not an ordinary smile, but a golden smile.

He glanced about the room. A lone youth sat in a corner, a rogue leaned in the back, and an odd fellow sat right in the middle. This man, perhaps a tad cheeky, seemed to have a habit of letting his eyes wonder towards the golden man. Of course, there are none who can resisitant the allure of Auro, but this man was more of a pain. Auro cast a glare to the man, a gaze to freeze the blood of those who murder, break the spirit of thieves, and that would give children nightmares for years to come.

Vice took in the whole of the man's stare. It was very unnerving to him, and it stunned all attempted movements. During the extremely uncomfortable episode, Vice could hardly feel his own skin, his own liveliness, his own soul.

He regained control of himself, and was shocked by the unnatural stare from the man in gold.
Vice cracked his neck, and sat up in his chair. Frowning to himself, he slipped off his coat, and rolled up his shirt sleeves. His muscles seemed to spasm in the returning control.
"This man is much more than I had anticipated..." He thought to himself as the frown on his face turned to a cold scowl.

The man in the middle of the room tensed. Following his gaze, Bill peered upon the table with the man in gold. And he froze. That glare. Those eyes. Even though he the target may not be, frozen is he.

Quickly, chugging his drink, Bill freed himself from those eyes. But he still felt so cold.

After folding up the note, Yoshi stuck it back into his pocket, having had to show it to the doorman. This isn't a normal meeting, he thought, noticing the emptiness of the normally-crowded pub. Lone men sat at different tables, some looking at each other, others avoiding the gaze of people. Looking around, he noticed a man in gold sitting by himself. Him. Yoshi grabbed a glass of ale, then walked over to where the man was sitting. "Hello Mr. Fice," Yoshi said, taking a seat across from him.

The table froze, the idle chatter ceased. Some fool had come. Auro laughed on the inside. Arnold was scowling at the man, and Nietz, well you can't exactly tell what he is feeling, but I bet it wasn't nice. Putting on an alluring voice, Auro says: "Would you mind leaving this table? I think that we are about to begin."

Yoshi arose from his, taking a short bow. "Excuse me, I was under the impression that you invited me here for a meeting. If you don't wish to talk, I'll be making my way out," he said, a smile crossing his face. Yoshi made a move towards the front door, but giving Auro time to respond if he wished.

Auro chuckled. This fool was a little pretentious. No matter. "Leave if you wish, but it would be better if you stayed. Yes, I do wish to meet with you, but not only you. Have a seat."

Yoshi took his seat back, leaning the chair onto its back two legs. "I wasn't presuming I was the only one," he said, folding his arms across his chest.

"Not at this table," said Mr. Fice.