The Black Box(Open to 4)

[Prophet]

Many years ago, Xaxan heard of a mystical source, called the Black Box, which recorded everything that happened in the country it was in. So he is on a quest to find that, and find the key to reversing the deathly destruction.
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Three months later

On a boat, many months later, Prophet stood with two others in his cabin, he snapped his fingers and shifted into human form for the room to accommodate his form. He talked to them in a one that demanded respect and your ear.

"The device is very strange, we shall need to find it quickly, as it moves monthly to a new place in the country."

The group nodded and walked off to their cabins waiting for the ship to land on solid ground. He stood there and talked to himself in his room, Speaking to nobody in general. But pointing out facts.

[Tande]

The moment he heard about it was the moment he began his own search for it. There were odder things in existence in the world - creatures of impossible imagination, undead abominations, things that went bump in the night. As a mage himself, Persi had seen these things and knew these things rather well.

Though, to be completely honest, he wasn't the biggest fan of having this sort of thing in existence. Upon reading about it from a dusty tome found in the wrecks of what seemed to be a library, Persi decided once and for all that something like that could be...no, was a threat. To be able to read through the times of Raiaera, to see what people have done and to view how they did it, well, that didn't exactly bode well for the blood mage who had certainly been a part of things here and there in history. After all, he had been alive for quite some time, maybe he had a hand in a few things that would ended not so nicely if people knew. Not that many knew or cared about his existence, but Persi would always persuade himself that 'they' did.

The first thing he went about doing was bought supplies - having to head to the dock city to find a shop in working order. And after quite a few hours of haggling with the merchant there, Persi got away with rations and new boots for the lowest prices since a hundred years ago. He couldn't be more proud of himself than that, so he decided that the best set of actions to celebrate was a few pints of ale.

Stepping into the salty establishment, Persi took a look around and made his way towards the bar counter, finding a seat to plop his own seat into, tapping the counter top twice to signal to the bartender to pour him two drinks. The man rarely drank, so he figured he may as well make a night of it, especially if he was about to walk about the countryside mile by mile in hopes not to come across any bears or monsters that would make him a meal so he could find a magical item that may or may not have his secrets written in it.

Twas the night before an adventure, it seemed. A shame Persi had no idea that he wasn't the only person chasing after the box...

[Prophet]

On the boat Xaxan wiped away the massive pentacle of his own creation. He had heard if the old Mage, never seen him, but that was fine. He drew a small teleportation circle and stepped inside, throwing himself through space to the old bad, the Salty Salmon (Which was best known for its salt cured salmon. Cooked well too.) He walked over to the Mage and took the seat next to him, hooves clopping slightly. He then ordered a drink, throwing a coin neatly into the bucket that served as a cash register. He then tried to talk to the younger (By far.) Mage.

"So, what are you in this damn town for now, few come to the place for the likes of any of the shops, or much of the food, although i do recommend this salmon, what did you get here for?"

He smile politely and grabbed his drink, gulping it down eagerly. He set it down and waited for the other man to reply to his question. At that moment, his drake, of course, burst through the door, splinters of wood stuck to his horn. He jumped to Prophets shoulder and peered intently at the Magus. He licked his chops and glanced at the fish that was shoved in front of Xaxan, and then resumed his careful watch,

"And this is Stormfire. A trusty. Slightly dogish, companion. Storm Drake."

The Eredar stood up and grabbed a book out of his pack, marking down a few words, and glancing to the side as a girl entered the tavern. He sat back down.

"Alaks, lorik ajash" he muttered. And looked up as the mage who was sitting there.

"I forget myself. Prophet. And you?"

[BlueEvilGhostofSeaside]

Dawn was under twenty-two, but she thought she could at least try to get away with it...

Besides, bars were a great place to find information; like new jobs people may need... Jobs that were high paying as well. A smile flashed cross Dawn's face at the thought of money and she stepped into the bar. A couple men were seated all together at the first left table. They were gambling. Dawn scoffed, she would have liked to join the game, but her better senses told her not to. The dark elf pushed her few strands of red hair behind her ear and walked up to the counter. She came up and asked for something light. The first thing the man at the counter said though was, "You look under aged to me."

Dawn sighed, "Okay, so I'm seventeen," She growled though, "I need something to do though so gimmie the lightest thing you've got!"

The man's eyes widened, he was an elf, long, black hair and green eyes. He was unusually obese for an elf. He wore a simple red shirt, black breaches, and he had a messy, white cloth wrapped around his waist. His eyes showed fear for only a second before he scoffed, "Nice try, little lady. You can't scare me."

Dawn's temper got the best of her, she grabbed an arrow from her quiver and pointed it at him, "Don't make me hurt you!"

All eyes were suddenly at the teenage girl pointing something sharp at the cashier.

The man laughed so hard, his cheeks turned red for a moment. He pulled out a curved knife from under the counter and smirked, "Looks like I need to teach you some respect."

Dawn chuckled, then her smile was replaced by a scowl. "Try it."

She slipped her arrow back into her quiver and with her free hand drew one of her steel katana blades. Adrenaline was pumping through the child's veins at the thought of battle. Next to money, fights was her favorite thing! She lifted her blade in the air, ready to jump up onto the counter and slice this jerk in half; but just as she was about to make her move another hand caught her wrist.

[Prophet]

Prophet grabbed her wrist as she drew the sword, he held tight and allowed a small needle of bone to form in his other hand.

"No need for unwanted deaths. I beleive you want something, money is it?"

He stood up and cracked his neck, taking up his staff from his side. He stood there in his "glory" as he spoke a few words in Alfirvian and smiled at the Girl. He raised an eyebrow at the barkeep, motioning to him to put down the knife

"You like gold?"

[BlueEvilGhostofSeaside]

The barkeeper was intrigued in the shiny yellow in the man's hand. "Ooh..." He dropped the knife, "Gimmie..." He reached out his hand.

Dawn barely held her desire to grab the money herself; she wanted it so badly! She clenched her eyes shut as the elf's hand fell into the man's palm to grab the gold. She opened her eyes after a moment to see the man burying it in his pocket. After this the man (who's hand was still tightly wrapped around her wrist) pulled her back a little. Dawn fought back, "Hey! What the freaking heck are you doing?! Did I ask you to interfere? No!"

Everybody else in the bar could only watch and chuckle at this scene. Dawn was a little embarrassed, Note to myself: no more bars!! "Lemmie go already you creep!"