Mad Plans: Freestyle RP!

[hastur]

Aramil approaches Dragoon cautiously, careful not to get to near in case he decides to do something more stupid than his recent activities.

"Hello, I'm Aramil. I still think that fire would be a good idea. It seems like one of the only ways of removing that branch without the removal of the arm attached to it."

[xravi]

“Dragoon you’re either indestructible or insane, probably both.” Roy looks around and counted all the people who were there. “Quite a lot of people have come so I guess we could introduce are self to…………remember this moment more vividly.” Roy then grabbed his sword and starts to show off by spinning his sword above him then stabbing it into the ground and somewhat leaning on it. “I am Roy ((Sonic is not is his last name. Infact he has no last name. )) Sonic Swordsman of the Sacae, somewhat nice to meet you all.”

[Ogianres]

"I am Agrerius Montischellan von Kendellac Vyaro the Fourth, alchemist and Sole Inheritor of the First House of the commercial city of Cevving, Silver Ring of the Borderlands..." he paused for a moment to wipe off a piece of spittle that fell upon himself, "Head of the First Ring of Scholars of the Cathedral of Knowledge, and Water Sage of the Honorable Geh'Koora tribe of the northlands. You may simply call me Agrerius to save on breath, and Ager to let me know that something dangerous is near so I may start running, ha!"

Agrerius neither exhaled nor inhaled during his thorough introductions or even his mild chuckles at his own joke, and continued to speak in his strange, slurred accent, "but perhaps one of you could tell me why we are here? My astronomer friend said that the stars did not foretell of any unusual planar fluctuations, nor did the priest ever state that the gods would directly intervene in our mortal realms for another fifty years! Perhaps... " at this point Agrerius seemed to be talking to himself, almost slipping out of the reality around him. He did not apologize for nor clean any flying spittle that left his mouth, and was speaking long sentences without breath like before. He spoke of strange things regarding stars, spirits, gods, and extraplanar creatures, before his odd ranting subsided into indecipherable murmurings. His lips kept moving but no sound escaped them, and his eyes glazed over, as if hypnotized by some strange force, and began to sway on spot like a passanger might on a ship in less-than-calm waters.

[Bisected8]

After being spotted I chose to try and bluff everyone present by suddenly running screaming as if I had seen something terrifying, and hopefully get them all to do the same.

[Preturbed]

Eli Revelin:

I stood up and brushedthe majority of dirt and woodsy trash off of my robes. This wasn't exactly the outcome I expected, nor was it one that I'm particularly happy with. Oh, I could deal with being landed upon. Seeing others mistreat nature that way bothers me. Some people just have no respect.

I force a smile anyway. I was told before I left that not everyone would see things the same way as I do. Offering my hand to the man, I introduced myself.

"My name's Eli Revelin. That looks pretty painful, friend. You mind if I take some of the pain out?"

I withdrew a mortar and pestle from my pack. Someone spun around and introduced himself as Roy, Sonic something of someplace. When he looked my direction I gave a wave.

"Eli here. Nice to meet you."

I then took out one of the pieces of strange fungus and placed it in the little bowl.
"Spit in this," I said, motioning to the mortar. "That is, if you want your arm to stop hurting."

Suddenly, someone ran by screaming. I hadn't seen him before. Maybe he had just arrived? He seemed pretty afraid of something. The man, who had just introduced himself as Dragoon, was obviously in no condition to follow him, and I was committed to helping him before I would allow myself to do so. Still, I felt working faster would now be to my advantage.

"You know," I said looking back at Dragoon, "Fire might not be a bad idea. I could whip up a pretty strong Resist Fire potion. ...hell, I might be able to make a salve out of it. Of course, if you can withstand the pain, a great thorn growing out of your arm would make a decent weapon."

[42PETUNIAS]

Ataska saw the screaming man run at the group, was stunned at first, and then reflexes caught in, and he attempted to trip or grab the man as he came running at him, planning on interrogating him.

[The Argent Lord]

Safra slid down from the tree, convinced from watching that these people, while certainly not normal, were not the type to cause her harm without reason. The man with the tree branch in his arm appeared to need help, and she thought she knew a way to help. If the demon was right, it could work... She carefully approached as people began introducing themselves, and had almost reached the man(Dragoon, was it?), when someone screamed and ran. She leaped straight up in shock, instinctively using magic to reach the tree's branches.

[Bisected8]

Realising that no one else had started running I dived into the undergrowth to hide myself.

[Myst]

Lindo sat and purred, very much amused with his success. He listened to the other introductions, watching Roy Sonic the swordsman show off, as well as the green guy start monolguing again. When it seemed like he had mostly subsided, Lindo tapped him on the forehead, tilting his head, "Are you a badguy? Most people don't talk that much, especially to themselves."
"I'm Lindo Myuso, wizards apprentice." He puffed up slightly at the last part, expecting some level of praise. When the person went running by screaming, Lindo hopped up,hissing as his claws popped out and his hair stood up. He also could have sworn he saw the little girl again, though she was gone by the time he looked back (spot check to see if he can find her?).

[Ogianres]

Agrerius jerked from his stupor after he felt his forehead being tapped by Lindo, barely registering the name, "huh wha-" but was cut off by a strange yelling sound, and began swiveling his head to look for the source.

((Spot/search check))