Heretic

Aww, look at you! Very nice Character, If I do say so myself. I'm no moderator or RP assistant, but Giggle is a well made character. Can I expect that her wedding would be an RP in the near future?

The Adventure of King Roc's Treasure. The sun beamed down brightly onto the griffin city of Talonpolis. It was midsummer, punishing the city with sweltering heat. Most of the griffins stayed in their homes, defying the weather with shade and drinks. One such griffin was King Roc, who paced back and forth in his study. Featherweight, his royal advisor, waved a large red dragon scale over the King as a fan. As if the day wasn't hot enough, Roc was steaming with rage. Despite King Roc's stubbornness, Featherweight had recently hired a bodyguard named Razorwing. Razorwing watched out the single useable window in the study, as all the other windows were blocked by bookshelves and armor stands. He was clad in scale armor. Eventually King Roc stopped his pacing. In a rage, he punched a plate helmet that lay on a shelf, denting it. "Where the hell are they?" Featherweight gulped. "Sire, we put the notice out only five hours ago..." "Four hours and thirty-three minutes, to be precise." Razorwing corrected, watching the sun. "The time isn't relevant!!" Roc yelled. "I want adventurers, not excuses! Threats on my life are not to be taken likely!" Featherweight gave Razorwing an uneasy glance. "Sire, who says that this Flashfire will come through with his threat?" "You weren't there one hundred and fifty-seven years ago!" King Roc yelled again. "The first time he attempted to murder me!" Featherweight froze. "Sire, you realize only royals can live for such a long time?" He instantly regretted questioning King Roc, just barely ducking under another punch from the king. "I don't know how he does it, Featherweight." A chill crept down the king's spine. "But I know it was him. There is no mistaking his tattoos!" Featherweight had never seen his king so distraught. "Surely, sire, we can stop one rogue unicorn." The assistant reassured King Roc. "You would think, wouldn't you?" King Roc muttered, staring off into space. After minutes of silence, King Roc turned to face Featherweight. "I cut him once. That's it. And when I cut him, he healed." Featherweight raised an eyebrow, not really understanding. "Sire?" Roc continued; "Instantly. I watched the wound close in front of my eyes." King Roc grabbed a marked book from one of the shelves, opening it to a bookmarked page. He showed it to Featherweight. "Necromancy magic. I only just figured it out recently." The king placed the book back onto the shelf, and began pacing again. "There is only ONE artifact that comes to mind that can cancel the effects of necromancy magic." Featherweight nodded, understanding. "Your old sword, sire?" "Yes, Featherweight. Mountain Cleaver. We need it to stop Flashfire. Which is why I need adventurers. To go get it." Razorwing interrupted; "I think they are here." He said, watching a few figures enter the bottom floor of the palace. (That would be you guys.)

(Ta-Da! Not a long while. Also, I'm a man.) Arton stared around in bemusement as his group of survivors split off after this new pony. Cutting down the last zombie in his area, he called out to the others. [colour=#8b4513]"Guys, what in the world are you doing? We're supposed to be heading to the flare, not following strangers!" [/colour]They all kept running. Angered, Arton turned to the rest behind him. [colour=#8b4513]"Fine, go with the other survivors to Sweet Apple Acres. I'll get to the flare, and grab the scout." [/colour]Arton ran off in the direction of the flare. [colour=#8B4513]"Watch your backs, for Celestia's sake."[/colour] Arton stopped at the edge of the Everfree Forest. The flare was still shining brightly on the other side. Lifting his sword, Arton headed into the trees. [colour=#8b4513]If the scout can get that far, so can I... hopefully.[/colour]

(Sorry about the two-parter. On a phone.)

Now this looks incredibly interesting. A promise for adventure is always good news. Name: Flashfire (Mostly known as 'The Pale Pony') Age: Flashfire has stopped his aging in his thirties. Gender: Male. Race: Unicorn. Profession: Alchemist. Flashfire sells his potions for great prices. He is also incredibly experienced with fire magic. Appearance: Flashfire has pale fur. Black tattoos snake along his body. His tail is short and choppy, while his mane us long and thick. Both his mane and tail have a red/white colour pattern to them. He has orange eyes. Flashfire usually wears his cloak, hood pulled over his face. Personality: Flashfire is very greedy for power. His intense lust for power is what drives his to do the most insane things. Flashfire is normally rude to those who have nothing to offer him. Flashfire is very full of himself, acting as if he is above all others. Occasionally another will impress him, earning his respect. Once Flashfire has a goal, however, he will stop at nothing to reach it. His goals will always be some way of increasing his own power. History: Flashfire grew up traveling from place to place. He hated his parents, so he left them at a very early age. Flashfire settled with some carnival ponies for a long while, where he learned about his skills with fire magic. Once he started researching magic, Flashfire became obsessed with increasing his power. As he grew older, he took many wounds in his adventures. So many, in fact, that he would normally be dead. Fortunately, he discovered a remedy to heal his wounds, as well as stay his age. Without a monthly dose of his potion he will suffer all his wounds and all his years at once. The news of Coltara spread around Equestria like a plague, almost instantly gaining Flashfire's attention. A new world meant new power. Goals: Flashfire isn't really sure what to expect, apart from new powers, adventure in a new land, and a grab at the legendary Coltara treasures. (Or so he has been lead to believe)

Flashfire struggled to make his way through the deep snow, cursing the weather and the freezing chill of the winter wind. The pale unicorn tugged his hood over his face as he entered Ponyville, both to hide from the cold and from seemingly social ponies. Young ponies sledded around the town on the snow. While buried in three feet of snow, the little ones appeared bigger than they actually were. Flashfire hated the snow, but dared not use his fire magic in town. The guards would be on him in mere minutes. He plowed his way through the streets, not really sure what to do in town that day.

(Out of curiosity, am I able to just jump in? And are there OC's allowed?

(Out of curiosity, am I able to just jump in? And are there Doc's allowed?

So how do I get a role in this?

I want to be part of this, sounds fun. Like mafia. I think if we did this we would have to dumb down our superpowers, though

(I'm thinking we should jump to the next morning. Also... [colour=#ff0000]"WHERE IS EVERYONE ELSE!!?"[/colour])

I wouldn't mind being in this either... What if I was a teacher? Would that work? I had the idea of the typical mean teacher.

Flashfire smiled down at Lyria, deep in thought . [colour=#ff0000]"Uhh... no."[/colour] He moved tot he door. [colour=#ff0000]"I have some things of my own to do. Don't you go anywhere, you!" [/colour]He gave her a wink, and left.

Talonwing's jaw would have dropped if his helmet didn't catch it. [colour=#008000]"That was... easy." [/colour]He shrugged. [colour=#008000]"Well, for the second part of my plan. We have to go very far from here." [/colour]He settled down to sleep. [colour=#008000]"That sound good to you?"[/colour] ---------------------------- Flashfire moved to Lyria. [colour=#ff0000]"Someone escaped the prison today, and brainwashed my friend. Her name was Dawn. She escaped with him. I want you to track them down. I want both of them back here alive. Understand?"[/colour]

Flashfire chuckled at the comment. [colour=#ff0000]"No, no. Nothing like that yet. I hadn't had anything in particular for you to do, but would you consider an errand?"[/colour] ------------------------ Talonwing gave Dawn a note with a large list of plants. [colour=#008000]"Just from some plants around Equestria. I know for a fact that he doesn't have any more, so either he'll get some himself, which I doubt, or someone else will get them for him. I say we wait him out, and hit him hard when he least expects it. I also had another idea..."[/colour]