Elementalists (Open RP)

[Folic Acid]

'wakes up a little and touches a hand to a burn across his lips leaving them scared in a smile.' Ughhh

[Bricket]

"allright, just remember that this whole magic thing isn't for me", Says Bricket to her.
"But uhm, for what are we looking?"

[Ibi Tanvaal]

Noticing that Folic was awake, Ibi sat him next to a pole. "Not what, whom. You're familiar with the four Archmages, aren't you?"

[Bricket]

Bricket realises if Folic would speak they will realise Bricket isn't who he is, behind the back of Ibi he makes the motion that he will kill him if he would say a thing

[Folic Acid]

Hehe your funny kill me... 'Looks up and smiles but acts half asleep.'

[Ibi Tanvaal]

Mara looked across at Bricket, seeing his motion. A little confused, she laid a paw on his shoulder.

[Bricket]

Bricket looks at Mara, 'this is a motion I learned. Nothing special, mostly is used for questioning or intimidation. You know: oldschool tactics."

[Ibi Tanvaal]

"Okay... but we're not going to kill him." Mara said.

Ibi crouched, holding a hot paw to Folic's neck. "Tell me who sent you."

[Bricket]

Bricket looks at Mara "how do you know what it means?"
He then walks away and starts reading a book

[Folic Acid]

'licks his used to be lips.' You see I fight for myself no one commands me I am pretty much alone...

[Bricket]

"Just ditch him, he will bring us in trouble", says bricket out loud whilst reading, "I know his kind: they only bring trouble"

[Ibi Tanvaal]

"Well, we can either leave him and risk him pursuing us, or find out why he's doing what he's doing and put an end to it." Ibi said. "Either way, I'm not going to just leave him here."

[Firefly Wolfy]

Name: Firefly
Species: Timber Wolf
Element: Fire


Brief backstory: He came from the northern wastelands. As a pup he was infused with the gift of fire from the dark mages of the north. Given black enchanted platmail and a helmet to hide my face to withstand any physical blow and wields a sword he can infuse his magic with. Firefly is ready for any foe who stands in his way. His tattered black cape and slash marked armour is proof that he's seen many battles.


*Standing in the dark as it begins to rain - looking into an illuminated building from a distance - A bar perhaps - walks towards it*

[Bricket]

"Ibi, trust me: that person? Pure trouble, and don't tell me I didn't warn you." says bricket.
"Also, where are we going to?"

[Folic Acid]

Well there are two choices kill me or take me with you... I root for both hehe. 'He stands and brushes off his arms pus seeping out of some of the burn marks and his lips all foaming and puss so he wipes them.' ew... You got something against Hyenas? Just because most of us are dark mages dosen't mean anything.