Walking from out of the streets of offtopia, a figure clad in steel plate covered in greyed furs made his approach towards the creature that had emerged. He had his kite shield not on his left arm-but his right. He seemed simply equipped. A mace, a dagger, and a coiled whip. His heavy cloak came over his shoulders and over the weapons, but they weren’t particularly easy to conceal. Over his head he wore his hood; but, over his face, an emotionless porcelain-looking mask. He clenched his left fist at the sight, his steel bracelet glowing with a sort of fury. Upon it, scales of justice were carved. Today would decide which way these scales tipped. He halted in the street, keeping a distance between himself and the spawned creature. “My name is Planates Nekros.” He would exclaim with a deep Mediterranean accented voice. “Your existence is an insult to Kelemvor. For that reason....” Nekro raised his left hand, and at that moment a sword forming from pure radiance appeared beside his head, floating on its own. A massive greatsword with a wicked looking edge, and an undeniable hunger to vanquish what had arrived. “You must be destroyed.”

[spoiler]oh I do need some fun after waking up![/spoiler] *some fog is disturbed as a flash and a bang sound from just outside the cemetery. Suddenly, there stands a figure, with a grey trench coat, an old grey glass lens gas mask, a grey trench shell helmet, and a pitch black scarf. At his side sits sheathed a red sword with a trigger, and on his back rests a white and gold embroidered fuel tank and a brown leather pouch of daggers. He holds a device, similar to a damaged TV remote, and tucks it away inside his coat. The fog creeps back to its original position as the man just stands there. Then, hand placed on hilt, he moves forward. Making no sound, save for the crunch of dead grass under his boots, the clink of his many weapons, and the light breathing if his gas mas-* So where's this new fast food joint? /I think it's quite obvious we're in the wrong place. Again./ I dunno, it could be- /and from the looks of it you stuck us in a cemetery this time./ Oh yeah you're right /course I am. Now let's go./ No I think something interesting might happen here. Let's walk a bit. /I'm hungry. You literally haven't eaten since you heard of that new fast food restaurant that opened in, may I say, THE MOST POPULATED PART OF THE DISTRICT!/ Well I've got a granola so deal with it. *The stranger reaches into his bottom right coat pocket and really digs in there till he pulls up a half eaten granola bar.* Oh... /why didn't you finish that?/ I think it was cause we were hit with an air strike. /I don't remember that/ Figures... you were unconscious. /... that was over a month ag-/ *the man eats it.* Let's get going. *and so, the dark silhouette trudges along the cemetery path in search of adventure and something to kill.... the bordem. Something to kill the boredom...* [spoiler]i tend to write a lot. Bear with me though cause it's been months since my last RP. Make it a good one. Give me immersion and a world to brea- I mean explore![/spoiler] [spoiler]if you need my stats I can give em, but don't be surprised if I pull out something strange...[/spoiler]

*I see the figure moving towards the cemetery* “What in the world is that?? It looks just like my old Friend!” *Darkness my old Friend appears* “Darkness...you need to see this.” *Darkness looks at the figure with a pair of strange, shadowy binoculars* “What do you think it is?” *After a few moments, Darkness lowers his binoculars and begins to speak* [i]”Welp...I’m not going to sugarcoat it, this is pretty bad news.”[/i] “What’s going to happen??” [i]”Well, to sum it up, you’re probably going to die.”[/i] “[b]DIE?![/b]” [i]”Yep. But hey! It’s like I always say, at least when you’re dead you won’t have to suffer through another lonely Valentine’s Day, am I right??”[/i] *I just give Darkness a long, hard stare* [i]”Ok! Ok! Fine, I’ll go and see if I can stop these Blood Wardens that are about rise and destroy all of Offtopic.”[/i] *A giant scythe materializes in Darkness’s shadowy hand, and then he begrudgingly goes to the cemetery*

Out of the shadows, a cloaked figure appears. “So this is where the disturbance I felt was.” The figure grabs a rocky claymore from its back. In the cracks, an ominous dark red glow pulses from within.

[spoiler]It would be good form to further define and describe“slivers.” Otherwise, I might as well just dispatch a fauna-like Jabooboo upon you.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Heads up, I likely won’t respond until tomorrow, it’s 12 am for me rn.[/spoiler] [i]The rough cloth of his cloak made a soft scrape as he scaled the wall. In his hand was only a single dagger. He was lightly dressed and lightly armed, but Ambition had come prepared.[/i]