Character Meet and Greet

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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

Comments

[serpentinthegarden]

It was normal where he was from, all angels did have wings... demons too for that matter, but most didn't chose to display them.

"I doubt anyone, literally anyone in the entire world... no, the entire universe could make that kind of magic the least bit compelling."

Stated dryly as if he could not be any less interested and he certainly felt above being fooled by those cheap parlor tricks. Slight of hand just seemed to beneath people who could actually do magic! He didn't get it and most certainly didn't want to.

[smilingarmor]

"Well then, I suppose it's a good thing that I'm not from your universe, si?", Sylvando said. Too late Crowley; you've challenged his skills as a showman and that challenge must be met! "Once I have a proper act put together here, I'll make sure that you have a front row seat. And afterwards, if you were still truly not impressed or entertained, then the Great Sylvando will gracefully admit defeat." He bowed theatrically. "Truly, I look forward to facing off against such a determined critic."

"But exactly who am I going to be facing off against, hmm?", he said. "You've mentioned that your friend is an angel; I don't suppose that you're one too?" Somehow he doubted it, but it was still worth asking. After all, the statues he'd seen were all unpainted stone, so who knew what colors they truly preferred?

[serpentinthegarden]

"Don't do that..." A slow, very deliberate shake of the head, "I don't do front rows at magic shows."

That seat would remain entirely empty if he had his way! It would be difficult to best the critic if he wouldn't even bother to show up.

"Do I look like an angel?"

Offended he flexed his black wings, not thinking that the wings of angels and demons did look remarkably alike when carved in the white stone those statues Sylvando had seen before were.

"I'm Crowley, Anthony Crowley. A demon, not an angel."