Name: Pinkel Svestervicke
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 132 lbs
Race: Tetra
Description: A skinny girl with short pink hair and purple eyes set in a small, youthful but narrow face. She has alabaster skin, and like all Tetra, four arms. Pinkel has a high pitched voice and a childish figure.

Inventory:
Magic Goggles - These goggles allow her to see in the dark, as well as other things like heat or sound, and can also see magic. This is to help her in her 'profession' of stealing.
Bottle - A regular bottle. In here she keeps things like water, milk, potions, worms, bees, merleon eggs, fairies, magic dust, and other interesting stuff.

Abilities: Hands of Stealing,
Other Skills: She's got good logic and intuition
Personality: Pinkel is confident in herself and slightly arrogant, she believes in her ability to gauge the worth of an individual through observation. Despite her almost washboard figure, she is proud of her body and thinks highly of her own appearance. However, this backfires, as when she tries to use her 'womanly' charms on men, they almost never, ever work.

Bio: Pinkel is the daughter of the leader of a crime syndicate leader and thus learned to steal first hand from the best of the best. She grew up amongst roughnecks and the sort who taught her that the world is about taking what you can and never giving up what you've got to anyone other than family. She considers herself to be somewhat above most people, and may come off as haughty to some, but she's got a sense of realism and can appreciate her own limited skills and ability. She has an outlook that many would consider strange, in that she believes that society is something that exists in the mind; people only agree to live together in harmony because it benefits them. No one has 'rights' or anything of the sort, and if people were in the wilds they would quickly have to acknowledge harsh reality or die. Aside from those in the family, she trusts no one and makes an effort not to be noticed.

Name: Ceallach Cassarah
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0
Weight: 163
Race: Human
Appearance: His shoulders, rather than being broad like most men, are narrow. His eyes are green in color, and his nose is straight as a ruler. His lips are somewhat thin. His skin is tanned, and possesses numerous small scars from nicks and cuts. Build-wise, he is very lean and slight, not coming across as particularly masculine and occasionally being mistaken for a woman because of it. His hair is bright yellow, and long enough to reach his mid-back. Ceallach wears a simple pair of white slacks and a white shirt. He possesses multiple copies of this outfit, as the white color makes them easily ruined. He also wears a pair of gray boots, which were at one time white.

Inventory: He carries a Spear, the head of which is crafted from a type of "Space Gem" that is extremely sharp, as well as an Ordinary Metal Shield.

Abilities: Combat Empathy, which allows him to accurately "think" like his opponent, and predict their movements. This however doesn't work very well against multiple foes, if at all, and doesn't make up for a vast difference in combat ability.

Other Skills: He has decent day to day skills, being a fairly decent cook and capable of other mundane tasks with moderately more competency than average.

Personality: Ceallach has a almost warped sense of how things "should" be, often which conflicts with other peoples world views. He holds an extreme "Survival of the Fittest" Philosophy, and holds to it in regards to just about anything. As such, however, he holds respect for those who manage to survive the most impossible situations. Conversely, he holds people who die from "simple threats" with scorn. With those who know him well, he often speaks of a "vision" on how the world should be, one that is entirely determined by those who are strong.

Bio: Ceallach is a mercenary, and has been one for several years despite his young age. Ceallach has a companion that has been with him for an equally long time, mainly due to having similar philosophies. His companion is a Star Imp, which is a type of Imp that has coal-black skin save for various star-like blotches of white or grey, and brightly colored blue or yellow eyes. This Star Imp is named Aea, a female that specializes in the magical arts, like most Star Imps.

Name: Kryte Aseca
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 135 pounds.
Race: Human
Appearance: By his appearance he isn't very threatening, and usually looks tired. He wears a short sleeved tunic and long pants that has textural designs on the edges of the sleeves and pant legs. His navy blue hair is braided behind his head in a pigtail, to keep it his hair out of his face. His Gray eyes usually are unfocused, but when they do become focused, it brings fear into his opponents.

Inventory: Rusted Sword that he can't get rid of, or switch for another weapon. A few healing potions.

Ability: A very good swordsman whose strategy revolves around dodging and finding a weak spot in any defense, so his rusted sword can actually do damage.

Techniques:
Spot: A focusing technique where Kryte will focus on a target and try and find a weak spot in the armor. The more the armor, the longer it will take for him to find it.

Armorbreak: a sword technique that breaks apart the armor utilizing the weak spot.

Weapon Rust: Rusts any non-magical weapon it comes in contact with for a short amount of time, dulling the blade. Eventually, if in contact long enough with Kryte, the weapon will rust until it is only dust. Effects weapons more easily due to the rules of the curse, but he can apply it by force to other weapons.

Rust poisoning: Slashes in such a way that the rust gets stuck in the cut, effectively poisoning the person with rust. Not exactly the most effective abilitie.

Super Blade: Under certain conditions that Kryte doesn't know how to activate, his sword starts to glow green, and can effectively launch ranged Rust attacks as well as cut through many metals.

Mirror Image Boost: Based completely on the combination of his speed and small basis of magic, this ability came to him quite naturally. It can create two to eight mirror images of him. The images themselves cannot hurt a person, but they do represent a placement Kryte could be, or eventually will be. It is during this time that Kryte is able to move his fastest. The technique is usually started with a back-flip.
He has a Minor Healing spell, that heals him very slightly, but is quick to cast.

Other Skills: Stealing, Begging, Street performing.

Personality: Seems lazy, but is usually just tired from not eating as much as he would like to. Is laid back and doesn't take anything seriously, unless it involves his food, or money to buy his food, or a cure for his supposed curse of his sword. He also has a special place in his heart for beautiful women, and will hit on any he doesn't know very well. Usually focuses on one woman at a time though.

Bio: He traveled away from his nomadic tribe in order to search out a cure to his sword problem. Even though he trains with his sword in order to defend himself, and earn money, he still wants to get rid of the pesky sword....which has caused him more grief than anything.

Tale of his Insanity: As you all can tell...Kryte is, for all intents and purposes, rather insane. But there is a reason for it...cause I enjoy making his life worse and worse as I develop him more, since I pretty much made him up on the spot. In a time before this time, there was once a warrior. He was considered a hero by many people, because he did all sorts of heroic stuffs. He wielded two special magic blades, created to be used together, no one quite remembers what it is that they did though.

The Hero's true love was captured by a truly evil wizard, and so, the hero being the hero, went on his journey to rescue his love and kill the wizard. After a fierce battle, the Hero finally succeeded in striking a decisive blow, which would result in the wizard's death. But, the Wizard had planned on going down, and taking the Hero with him. With the sword in his chest giving him a closer connection to the sword and the Hero, the wizard sealed the Hero into one of his own magical swords, and sealed his love into the other magical sword. He then casted many sorts of curses on both of the swords, and teleported the sword that sealed the Hero's love to another place. With his dying breaths, he set up many traps within his own crypt, in order to keep the Hero's sword from leaving. Legend has it, that only when the two magical and cursed swords were together, held in the hands of one person, would the curse would be broken.

Many, many years later, the story of the Hero forgotten, at the age of 15, Kryte had found himself inside that very Krypt. The girl he was interested in had left him a note to meet her there...which seemed very strange. Maybe it was to test his courage to show up in such a creepy place. But he showed up early, and decided to take a look around because he was bored. He somehow stumbled upon the cursed sword, the rusted blade. Being curious, he pulled it out from the stone tomb he was sticking out of. This of course set off the magic traps that the wizard had set up. This trap, was in fact, raising zombies in order to stop the intruder. In fear, Kryte ran from the zombies, but couldn't seem to let go of the sword he now held. Finally able to evade the zombies, he somehow stumbled back upon the entrance. The unfortunate part was, that the girl he liked at shown up, and had gotten caught by the zombies. Kryte could only watch in horror, to stunned and shocked to do anything, as the zombies proceeded to rape the girl, and then eat her alive after they were done. The whole situation caused Kryte to go into a berserk rage, which brought to life the true power of the sword he held. All the zombies were utterly destroyed by the berserk Kryte with the magical blade. But the whole situation made Kryte lose his mind, and he had to force himself to forget everything about the crypt. But because of it, Kryte has a fear of the undead.

To help himself cope, Kryte did many things. He gave himself a few things to focus on as much as he could. One of those was food, and the other was curing himself. Second, he created a source of guidance for himself, a person to talk to, and someone to help him in the presence of undead, that scared him beyond all belief. This entity was a sock puppet that is sometimes found on Krytes left hand, who he refers to as Master Hanes, and he claims that Hanes is a much better swordsman than himself.

Kryte also doesn't get much sleep, due to not wanting to have nightmares of the worst event he ever witnessed. But other times, he will dream of being some sort of Hero and doing heroic things, or of being with a certain girl that he apparently loves.

Upon searching for how to cure his and his partner Adyna Halotuk's curses, they had stumbled upon some strange temple. Again Kryte accidentally activated a trap in the ancient temple, and was magically teleported out of his own dimension, and into a new one. However, being who he is, he won't really understand the implications of his stunt until he sees what is truly in store for him.
Personality Quirk: Likes to look around weapon shops, and due to his sword curse, any weapon he touches becomes rusted. He is then usually chased around by the shop owner for ruining the weapon. He has many drives...food is usually a top drive, for one reason or another.

Name: Melanthe Maolmuire
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 9"
Weight: approx 1 lbs
Race: Celestial Fey
Description: Of slight stature, and chiseled facial features, and silky long white hair, Melanthe has what one might consider "Pretty Boy" looks.

Inventory: "The Great-Axe that Cleaves Fissures"; the axe itself weighs a great deal, and his ability to lift it is a testament to his strength.

Abilities: Melanthe has super-human strength, and wields a great axe that was specifically made for someone his size. The axe itself has an enchantment that allows it and its wielder to grow, though sometimes, it may instead only increase its own, or his own, size, alone, which makes for an incongruous appearance. However, this enchantment only lasts ten minutes at a time, and has an hour long cool down.

Other Skills:

Personality: Melanthe has an optimistic, bigger-than-life approach to how he does things. He enjoys competitions of strength and will go out of his way to prove how strong he is to those around him.

Bio:

Empire of Highroll: The empire is extremely rich, because it has the best casinos in the world. Thus it can afford an imperial palace that reaches into space. Highroll has three rulers, each powerful in their own way. The first is Zulda, "The Truthful Queen", who is impossibly skilled at Deception. Next is Lank, “The Cunning Prince”, and has an extreme talent for Strategy. Finally is Gunand, “The Charismatic King”, who could quite possibly make you willingly kill yourself just with his Charisma.

The Black General: An unknown individual, The Black General works for decidedly evil people. Oddly, The Black General him/herself is not evil, despite willingly following his superiors orders. However, The Black General often bends those orders in order to maintain his/her personal Honor and Moral Codes. Despite this apparent disagreement with the methods of his/her superiors, The Black General is extremely dedicated to their ultimate goal.

Potential Villain: A large pig-man, who seeks the Gem of the Universe which legends say would make the holder omniscient and omnipotent. While most people are chasing nothing, he happens to be one of the few who actually has real leads thanks to his devoted followers and much travel to various archaeological sites around the galaxy. The gem is located in the artificial sun construct in the direct center of the Tetra Homeworld, held in place by the gravity of the ring pulling it in all directions at once. Even knowing this, it is so small that finding it at all would be a small miracle. The Ringworld is programmed to move in response to the gem should it be knocked out of equilibrium, which results in random seeming shifts in the world's location.

Weird Geography: A Water Rise is a permanent fixture on any planet. It is the exact opposite of a waterfall, in that the water falls up. It is to these large areas that boats which desire to travel amongst the stars must go to. Water rises rise to a point where gravity is barely strong enough to keep things from floating away,  and so are very large and obvious from a distance. They are the equivalent of the space elevator concept, but thicker, to support the girth of even colossal warships.

Living Stars: To Be Filled Out.

Planet Rings: To Be Filled Out.

Space Pirates: Criminals of any race that plunder the void of Space, robbing those who cross their paths. Much like ordinary Pirates, just in Space.

Space Architecture: Monuments, Buildings, you name it, that are built in or reach up to space. Such things include Castles that float in the void, or immense towers/castles that reach up from a planets surface and into space. These buildings are somewhat more dangerous thanks to their exposure to the crushing void, but are usually well built and protected from most things that could lead to danger.

"The Land of Sand and Wind, but most people these days call it Sandwind." Aea explained briefly as they walked through the hallways of the Sand Temple, sneezing lightly once more and adding a grumbled comment. "Sand Hell, more like it. Stupid sand."

"This path should take us safely through the storm, and back to the Rainbow Shard Club." Ceallach interrupted, indicating the glass bridge within view from the now visible exit on turning a corner. The entire Sand Temple was surrounded by Glass Bridges, but only one of them was the true way in, as the storm was a bit weaker there. Sure, you could get in from the others, but the sand-filled tornado would do a fair bit of damage. Some of the bridges were the hangouts of various Sand Creatures, as well, though it was mostly Wild Sand Dogs.

Outside, the wind whipped around them roughly and blew small amounts of sand around, but that was extremely tame compared to the ever-present Sand Tornado. Any relief on reaching the Glass Bridge was cut short, however, as a rumbling sound forewarned the creature they were fleeing from crashing through one of the walls nearby. Rather than waste time gawking and getting eaten, Ceallach made a break for the Glass Bridge.

"Move! Across the bridge!" The white clad mercenary shouted, Aea scrambling after him - Being smaller, she had to run twice as hard just to keep up with the longer strides of her companion.

Fjumvndolr roared in delight as he felt the priests in his belly digesting. His strength was returning after all of these long eons! He could only return to his perfect form with the help up a multitude of virginal sacrifices, but hell, he hadn't felt this good since the Beginning of Ages!

"WHERE ARE YOU, TASTY MORSELS? FJUMVNDOLR CAN NO LONGER WAIT TO DINE ON YOUR SUCCULENT FLESH." As the creature said this, it crashed through more walls until it was finally outside of the temple.

There! Three little creatures, trying to escape!

"DELICIOUS, DELICIOUS MORTALS! MY BELLY CALLS TO YOU!"

The White-headed swordsman nodded. "I see..." With that he followed behind the other two, not entirely sure if it was the best idea. But it was better than being eaten. It was unfortunate though, this body was not up to his qualifications just yet. He had been far too hasty in his attempts to take over earlier than he should have, as his ability was too much for Kryte's mortal body to handle. It had been a long while since he had actually felt the pain of exhaustion. But he knew he needed to keep pushing to get out of this situation, and get back to Adyna and his love.

"By the way...where are we? After being summoned to this temple from those ruins, I doubt I will be able to figure out how to get back so easily." The man said, in wonder. He had never seen a temple made of sand in his life time. And yet, it seemed so well built, even though sand should not have been able to support the weight of the sand roof and the sand walls. In fact, it should just be a desert!

He gasped for breath, feeling that the exhaustion of that last technique was catching up to him. And they weren't even running that fast. The technique probably took up most of his energy. No wonder Kryte always needed to eat.

"And how long till we are out of here?"

Ceallach and Aea had, on hearing the roaring and the sound of a wall being crashed down, picked up the pace and were on their way out when a white blur shot past.

"What the..." Aea muttered, the Star Imp and her companion slowing to a stop. The blur skidded to a halt, some loose sand getting kicked up in the process, not far in front of them. Both mercenaries blinked in surprise, recognizing the man that had been accidentally summoned by the Sand Priests right before that big monster appeared. He was panting, as if he'd run a marathon, but otherwise seemed to be in pretty good shape for getting slapped into a wall. Well, his hair was white now for some reason. Some, probably magical, reason that was not all that important considering the situation.

"Keep moving." Ceallach stated after his initial surprise wore off, picking up his swift pace once more. He tilted his head to acknowledge the formerly blue haired man as he passed him, offering a small comment. "There's safety in numbers, if you can keep up."

Aea scrambled after Ceallach, having actually been left behind on various things - Thankfully not important things, such as taking too long with some trivial task, as his patience in vital things was a bit longer lasting. As she also passed the strange man, she gave a cheerful comment, not even bothering to prevent Ceallach from overhearing it. "He's mostly talk. He'll only leave you behind if you annoy him too much."

"GROAWERRAWGG! NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OF FJUMVNDOLR THE VORACIOUSLY HUNGRY!" There was another roar and the creature suddenly bound towards a wall, and... simply burst through, since it had all the strength of a sand castle compared to it.

Pinkel sighed as she stood up and stared out at the raging sandnado that was keeping the temple safe from intruders... and also locking her in with that god-demon monster thing.

"GNAT, SHOW YOURSELF, THAT THE GREAT FJUMVNDOLR MAY CRUSH YOU, AND I WILL BE SURE TO DEVOUR YOU QUICKLY."

Pinkel simply turned and started running towards the sandnado without a second thought, being sure to lower her goggles and cover her mouth with a piece of cloth. The intense winds full of sand rubbed up against her angrily with all the force and heat of... a really fierce sandnado.

Almost ten seconds in and her skin was almost completely raw, but that was much better than being digested by some kind of monster from the abyss.
Ten more seconds later and she was through the sandnado, and much worse for the wear. Sand in her hair, clothes, shoes, and even some had gotten into her goggles. It was on her skin, which was now raw everywhere and hurting like hell. There was sand in her ears and nose, her buttcrack and between her toes, sand in her fingernails and sand in her bellybutton. She was really starting to get tired of all of this Roy damned sand.

Kryte groaned to himself, shaking his head viciously to get back into focus. To think he would be thrown off in such a backhanded fashion. That was rather annoying. He hadn't made a mistake like that since he had gone up against that jerk Lunk and his crew of thieves. Kryte soon was once again standing, his legs bent as he waited to see what the big demon would do. It was rather frustrating though, despite how he tried to keep balanced, the sand beneath him was not willing to cooperate, and kept shifting.

The Demon let off a loud roar, and all he could do is stand and stare, fear gripping him so much that he could not move a muscle. Just what was this thing?

"Now is not the time to be frightened, Kryte," said Hanes, the white sock puppet watched the monster eat the last of the priests that were in the temple. "He's out of easier targets. We're probably next. So what will you do Kryte? Fight or Run?"

"What would you do master?" Kryte asked, a slight smile forming as he heard the high-pitched chuckle of the sock-puppet master.

"What would I do? Heh, I would fight until I would know for sure I would win or not."

"That's what I was thinking!" Kryte yelled, taking a step forward into the sand before pushing down with enough force to lift him off the ground. However, his foot slipped in the sand as the sand did not like to ever be cooperative for Kryte, and so his intended back flip turned out to launch him face first into the hard sand column behind him. He it the pillar hard, and fell to the floor. He laid there for a few moments, seemingly unconscious until a flash of light emitted from the sock puppet, which had just disappeared. Suddenly the swordsman was once again on his feat, seemingly trying to find his center of balance again.

"How you could manage to knock yourself out after that display of determination, I'll never know," A deeper voice came from Kryte's mouth. Not much had changed about the man, but now his once blue hair was pure white. "But it seems it's up to me to make sure we get through this. You owe me for this, Kryte. It's just too bad you won't be awake to witness this."

"HAHAHA! THAT WAS AN INCREDIBLE DISPLAY, HUMAN!" Fjumvndolr commended the man, clapping his over-sized claws together in his amusement. "IF YOU FIGHT ME LIKE THAT, I WON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT KILLING YOU! YOU WILL KILL YOUSELF! HAHAHAHAHA! "

"Oh don't worry, I'm much better at killing than he is." The swordsman said, grinning while gripping his rusted sword in his left hand, which began to glow with an eerie light. "This may not be my body, but, It should work rather well for now" And with that said, the image of Kryte seemed to freeze in place, seeming to be transparent. Instantly more Kryte's seemed to appear, getting closer and closer to the demon, while the ones in the rear began to disappear. Soon there were fifteen somewhat transparent images of Kryte, each in a different attacking pose, surrounding the demon.

"W-WHAT IS GOING ON!" The monster cried out, getting no answer. Instead he began to feel several slashes across his body, sometimes seeing a streak of the eerie light of that sword slashing at him. Suddenly there were even more images of the white-haired swordsman around him. Some of them were even in the air, and they were disappearing soon after they appeared. Even though he attacked the images, they just disappeared as if no one was even there. He couldn't even keep up. However, the attacks were barely hurting him. They only felt like shallow scratches on his godly body.

"HAHAHAHA! YOU THINK THIS CAN HURT ME? YOU ARE ONLY DELAYI-" The monster was cut off as the swordsman cut at his mouth. In an instant, all the images were gone, and the swordsman stood a few feet away, breathing heavily.

"I see, this body can't quite handle that much huh? It seems I overestimated his body a bit." The white-haired swordsman commented to himself. "Well, it seems it is time for me to take my leave. Goodbye!" He yelled, running as fast as his body would take him. He couldn't defeat the monster by himself, and there was no way he could afford to let Kryte die now. He still needed to work more on this body before the ritual came. He also had to make his way back to wherever his chosen one was at.

"That thing seems like it's pretty strong to me, Ceal." Aea muttered, the mercenary pair keeping off to the side, out of the attention of the monster that was currently snatching up Sand Priests like they were nothing - Even batting the blue haired man off to the side without a second thought. The Star Imp wasn't a coward, and was more than willing to scrap with anyone she had a reasonable chance of beating with a little work and some magic, but giant demonic monsters like this one tended to be on the list of things most people would probably lose against.

"Probably not something we could fight head-on, at least." The blonde mercenary nodded, motioning for his companion to edge towards the remaining doorway with him.

The pair kept their distance as much as possible, attempting to blend into the sand-wall background by not making sudden or attention-grabbing movements, while the creature continued to snatch up the few remaining Sand Priests left. This was a fairly hard task to accomplish when one had bright yellow hair and was clothed in oddly pristine white clothing - Considering all the sand - against a dark yellow to dark brown background. Aea may have had an easier time of it due to being considerably smaller, were it not for her outfit. Space Imps being fairly weird in the first place, each family having their own eccentricities, the Star Imp was clothed in a black cloth body suit of sorts that was patterned with brightly colored stars. If it was the bright white of Ceallach's clothing, or the variously colored stars of Aea's, probably would only ever be known to the beast itself - And nobody would really care to interview it on the matter, if it would even wait long enough to see what you wanted before eating you, so it was effectively a mystery.

Regardless of the cause,  Fjumvndolr The Voracious caught a glance of color moving in the corner of his eye and curiously paused in his slaughtering of the Sand Priests - There was only one or two left anyways, and they'd be easy enough to fetch for storing in the larder - to look that way. Fjumvndolr's eyes lit up with even more evil glee,  if such a thing were possible, at the sight of the easily recognizable form of a Space Imp. Space Imp's, you see, were easily notable thanks to their prehensile tails and comical pointy ears - Which were also prehensile, and often being a few inches taller than their head -  having cosmic-themed tips. Star Imps, specifically, have Star-Shaped tips, as one would expect. So it was that Fjumvndolr spotted the tell-tail signs of one of his more favorite foods sneaking off, and swiftly acted to prevent it from escaping. Faster than one would expect it to be able to, the monster let out a delighted roar and it's sword came cleaving through the wall - Forcing Ceallach and Ara to dive opposite directions in order to avoid the unexpected assault.

"A SPACE IMP, OF ALL THINGS!" Fjumvndolr laughed as it pried the sword loose from the sandy stone and stared down at the considerably smaller Star Imp. "PERHAPS THE GODS ARE NOT TOO TERRIBLE AFTER ALL, FOR SUCH A DELICIOUS SNACK TO PRESENT ITSELF SO SOON AFTER MY ARRIVAL!"

The Star Imp, clearly terrified by his size and power, pressed up against the stone wall. This caused another hideous laugh to sound, and the monster reached out a claw to snatch up the little morsel. The white-clothed human with the puny spear and shield fled out of his line of sight, and the Star Imp was apparently gibbering to itself in fear while it's ears twitched wildly. Unexpectedly, however, a bright light shone from the floor between the two. Caught by surprise, Fjumvndolr looked down just in time to receive a blast of Star Fire to the face. It barely hurt the powerful demon, simply resulting in a brief moment of flash blindness that soon resolved itself, but that was enough. In the instant of being blinded, to it's dismay, the Star Imp had up and vanished. What there was, however, was the lingering traces of magic on the ground in a runic pattern as well as one etched into the wall the prey had been pressed up against. Recognizing that he'd been tricked, Fjumvndolr let out a roar of frustration that shook the walls.

Meanwhile, Ceallach was swiftly making his way down the hallway after making it to the exit, pausing as a blue light appeared on a wall as he approached. Just as soon as it had appeared, his long-time companion tumbled backwards out of it into a sprawled heap on the sandy floor, the portal vanishing immediately after. Hopping to her feet, Aea breathed a sigh of relief on noting she had successfully managed to end up where she had wanted, although was a bit dismayed over the frayed and smoking state of her clothing. It was only to be expected, however, when one used the power of stars to get things done. Almost everything about Star Magic involved heat or fire in some manner. But at least she wasn't actually on fire this time.

"Why you don't simply learn a normal teleportation spell, I don't know." The mercenary shook his head.

"It wouldn't be a problem if you'd just cough up the money for a heat-negating enchantment!" Aea retorted, trying to smooth out some of the more frayed parts.

"Buy it yourself, instead of all those outfits." Ceallach countered.

"Clothes for Space Imps are hard to find! I have to get everything tailored, so it's hard to save up!"

"Then just get something ordinary."

"Says the guy who refuses to wear any color other than white!"

Any further debate was cut off as another demonic roar resounded through the building, reminding the bickering mercenaries that there was in fact a giant monster just a hallway down from them.

Fjumvndolr swatted the charging young man out of the way with an absent claw and turned back to his feast of sand priests.

"WAIT YOUR TURN, FOOL. I MUST DEVOUR THESE DELICIOUS PRIESTS FIRST!" The monster grabbed one particular screaming man and, without ceremony, pulled the man apart at the stomach. Before the man's screams could even cease, it brought the torso, with organs hanging, to its mouth, and sucked the juice and organs into its mouth, promptly ending the man's pained cries. "THESE MORTALS ARE PARTICULARLY DELECTABLE. PERHAPS I SHALL SAVE SOME FOR THE LARDER."