Random and Pointless RP!

Nowe doesn't even bother to acknowledge the oncoming blade and lets it pierce him.
Weak: Warned ya...
Nowe: Sigh...
The blood generated from the wound crawls up the blade and onto Weak's hand, it drives into the flesh and onto the bloodstream.
Weak: What the?
Nowe: Yes... my blood courses through you under my control... what if it were to go to your heart? Mm-hm-hm-hm...

soon enough, the people of Merry were in the elven country. They could tell due to the different, yet hideous fashion sense of the odder creatures.

"This... is... hideous! Let's create change here people!"

Those that worshipped at the feet of merry metheus continued onwards in a charge to create new fashion from these ugly people.

Weak takes his blade and cuts off his arm, barely even flinching
He leaps back and charges once more with his other hand

Nowe: Don't waste my time...
Nowe sprays Weak down the tunnel with a stream of his red fluid.
Nowe: You pose no chance against me.

Weak flees to one side,
Weak: I admit defeat, and you are now my lord, I am Weak knight of the eagles, how may I serve you?

Nowe gives a wicked grin giving Maisuri unrest.
Nowe: You see the man bound by my blood?
Nowe points at the restrained Troy.
Nowe: Prove your loyalty to me... Kill him...

Weak picks up his blade with his remaining arm, walks over to Troy
Weak: Nothing personal, strictly business.
Weak thrusts his eagle blade through Troy's heart, twists the blade and pulls it out.
Weak: Do I need to do any more, Or Shall I cut off my other arm?

Maisuri rolled her eyes at the coward and concentrated on breaking Troy free of the bounds.
She first concentrated on expanding the binds so it slipped off slowly and unnoticable.
Then she concentrated on getting the hell out of there by casting a complicated portal spell which could go wrong at anytime.
Blue magic surrounded them and they disappeared at it disappated.
"T-troy..." She murmured, crawling over to his side.
"Troy wake up.." She whimpered, resting a hand on his chest and seeing the blood pump out.
"He's hanging on, almost dead, but hanging on." A voice said.

The frenzied fashion fanatics surged throughout the land, attacked the elven folk that were near. When asked why, they said, "For the sake of fashion. And sorry doll, you ain't fashion worthy." Merry was only a little upset that they killed EVERYONE (for surely there were some elves that liked fashion). But maybe it was just the region that they were in. Meh, he could make some really pretty gloves from elf skin. And backpacks from elf skin. lots of stuff from elf skin.

But especially... masks.

Nowe turns to the princess now struck with tears.
Nowe: I am not without mercy... Princess... Come with me peacefully and I will use my powers to restore his life... it is not too late... but coming up close...

Nowe: *Turns his head to the sound of new blood being spilled* Weak, I sense a disturbance, the wrong type of blood is being spilled... kill those who aren't apart of my cult but still taking life..

Weak: Yes My lord, but this is no easy task, as I have cut off my dominant hand, I acted on instinct and not calculation, I am sorry my lord, if this is too much to ask, but can you restore it?

"masks on men (and ladies. Yes... ladies.......). We must appear to be elven folk for just a small bit. Ok, thats good, hold it, hold it, OH YEAH, PERFECT, BEAUTIFUL!"

He snapped his fingers, and as all of group was in poses, it was as if a giant snapshot had been taken place and super imposed on the air.

"I sense those not well in the art of fashion, wearing awfully cliche' cloaks. Get ready. We have some non believers to experiment upon. Remember to wear your most fashionable garments, as the power of fashion is the power of will and shallowness! Remember... what you could not do before is now possible AND plausible."

His army of fashion freaks waited as their mirage shimmered. Those that would come looking for death would find it.

Nowe: As you wish...
The leader of the Red Hand channels his blood onto Weak and it builds up flesh... and blood...
Nowe: Go easy on it, for the bones take longer to develop, but there is a divine reason behind my crusade, not there's... As for you princess... What say you to my offer?

Weak: thank you my lord,
Weak picks up the armor from his amputated arm and puts it back on
He casts a simple teleport spell and into a village, where two men were about to kill each other. We walks up to them.
Weak: Come now men, there's no reason to fight
Passerby1: This guy cheated on me!
Weak: WTF?
Passerby2: He means I stole his wife.
Weak: oh, talk it out like real men, don't fight over it.
Passerby1: psst John, let's kill this guy
John: sure Kim
Weak: You're name is KIM? hahaha
John lunges at Weak with his dagger, but Weak side steps and touches John's forehead and ignites him
Kim starts to run, but Weak is already in front of him with his long eagle blade thirsting for blood.
Weak: Good Night Mr Kim

Maisuri's tears stoked her cheek.
"Is there anything we can do?!" She choked out, requesting help.
"Hm.." The woman bent down and began to take off the armour that Troy was wearing to reveal a fatal wound.
The woman sighed and then took out a vial from her bodice.
"I'm sure you have healing spells, right?" She asked Maisuri who was watching her like a hawk.
Maisuri sighed and nodded, "Yes, but they're not very effective."
"They will do," The woman said, pouring the vial into Troy's open mouth.
"The spells," She urged.
Maisuri muttered a healing spell, which healed Troy's wound slightly but surely.
"He'll need plenty of rest. I own an Inn just down the road, put him in the cart, I'll take you there." She smiled kindly.
"Th-thank you so much.."
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tiki, the princess isnt there anymore. LOL.

Nowe: Hmm... it seems that we had failed... for now...
Nowe signals his cult to retreat and regroup a few miles from the kingdom.
Nowe: I'll remain here to scout whatever other adversaries exist, the rest of you, return to the temple.

Weakjounin returns to Nowe
Weak: I have killed the two men, what is my next task
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For Weak's backstory made brief go to literature section

but no one came. it was disapointing.

"I hope you guyz can like forgive me. Sorry that no one appeared to be disfigued in your name lordz. Hopefully you can forgive in the next fall magazine! Luvs you. Kiss kiss. Bai."

Teh illusion shattered and his men continued onwards.

"Lets diversify people! We need to put out this latest fashion fiasco into the world as fast as we can!"

His cult (as many would call it) moved onwards towards the elven kingdom.

Nowe: I sense another group around here... and I don't like it...
Weak: Hm?
Cultist: Sir! Sir! We found several dead bodies... all of them skinned... none of us did it!
Nowe: Find out what you know about them... you too weak...

Merry stopped in his fluid regal movements.

"I sense someone sensing. Merry doesn't like it, nope, he doesn't like it one bit. Everyone in defensive accesory winter tumolt!"

The group changed into the formation of a giant scarf. It was weird.

"Onwards!"

Weak: Yes Milord
Weak runs to the scene of crime to see skinned bodies, the work was rough, but the person ad skill. It was rushed.
Weak then saw a trail of blood and he slowly followed it into town. Then the trial ends.
He returns to Nowe: My Lord, I followed a trial into town, but then the trail disappeared.

Nowe: I hope you weren't followed Weak, the wrong impression could have been made that you committed the murders. I will sneak into town and see what is up, you are dismissed.

Maisuri sat in the cart with Troy and the woman, whom she found was named Daria.
She absentmindedly stoked Troy's hair gently while speaking to the woman.
"So, what make you come here?" Daria asked, reigning in the horses to make turn into the Inn stalls.
"My Kingdom was overrun.. I don't even think my Father is alive anymore.." She muttered sadly.
"So, you used a portal spell.. which Kingdom are you from?" Daria asked curiously.
"Saradom," She replied frankly.
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LOL@RAG. LOOOOL! I SENSE SOMEONE SENSING!