Shadow Slayers

"AH, there we are! This paste should do nicely! Now to work on some healing potions, not that anyone will care."

Rylan was speaking to himself, quietly as he was not the only one in the church. He looked up at Gaynor to see the armored woman, seeming incredibly bothered.

She was the one fighting against that illusory mage, right?

"Uh, e-excuse me!"

Rylan placed his supplies back into his over-sized pockets and walked towards Gaynor.

"Hey, are..are you okay? You seem rather......upset. I don't believe you and I have met. I'm Rylan. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Ok.... the two seemed to be distracted," Osseus thought. Scanning their belongings, the woman had nothing of worth adorning her person. The strange man, on the other hand, had loads of things stuffing his pockets. Looking closer, they seemed to be herbs and potions designed to heal the body. There's only one way to find out, after all.

Sneaking under the furniture, Osseus looked for an opening to steal whatever he could get his hands on. Unfortunately, he could only pilfer a few plant like objects and one bottle of...something. There was no way he could discern any of the contents in that bottle. Hoping to never get noticed by these random people, he slid quietly in the very back of the church, inspecting his goods.

It was ultimately fruitless, since he had no prior knowledge of herbs and potions.

Celty smiled, flattered by the elf's interest. "I know, my species is almost extinct at this point. Our kind were too peaceful and were killed off by others easily even before the fearens, though we could have had quite an advantage with this ability of ours. I'm a bit surprised you weren't frightened, honestly." She morphed her features back to her main form, her breath catching a bit from the full switch. It'd been awhile since she's done something so complex.

"These eyes of ours are unique," she said, starting to answer his many questions, "we can map out another creatures physical form just by sight. I can only become things I've examined personally, however. If you describe your best friend to me, I can't gain enough information to gain that form. Same with other creatures I haven't seen. It's dangerous for us to change into things using our thoughts alone. I've had to train myself extensively to be able to change into a few specific forms on command, such as bears or wolves or..." she trailed off for a moment, almost slipping up in her speech, but quickly continued, "as for the physical change, it can be uncomfortable if the creature is too large or small. We can stretch ourselves and condense our forms by quite a lot, but it can weaken us considerably if we stray too far from our original sizes. The pain...well, it's something you get used to with experience." She smiled a bit sadly at that.

For a final touch, she raised her hand to her throat and changed the structure of her neck and vocal cords, focusing on what she remember of Enoch's voice, "And yes to your final question," she added,"although I doubt my speech patterns match yours very well."

Odessa grinned. "Noo problem." She headed towards the church, and saw way more people there than she did last. "Who are..they?" A white ghost, armor man, mages, and some others she already knew were in front of the church.

Name: Manasa
Personality: Confident. Manasa is a born entertainer who loves being the center of attention. She's very protective of those around her, especially if they look up to her. Because she is a Vishkanyan, she is naturally drawn towards luxuries... especially gold.
Fighting Abilities: Manasa is a dancer. Her dances have the ability to summon minor spells which can either invigorate herself and her allies or cripple her opponents. Her dances also have use in melee combat, giving her the ability to lithely swerve around her opponents.
Manasa has an arsenal of weapons at her disposal; a scimitar which she is able to enchant, poison tipped push daggers, and a fan. Her fan contains venom which she can spray at her opponent when initially opened, and concealed blades.
Her blood is poisonous, giving her an immunity to all sorts of poison as well as harming foes should they get it on them. The poison she produces and uses is nonlethal.
Past: Manasa was once worshiped by a group of goblins as a prophet. The goblins had never encountered a Vishkanyan before and were amazed by her immunity to poison and ability to reinvigorate them after a they tired themselves out from working. When the Fearen invaded the world Manasaand her little band of goblins defended themselves from the threat as long as they could, but it was ultimately no use. He life no longer having the meaning it once had, Manasa seeks to return the world to the way it was in hopes that she can return to her luxurious lifestyle.
Physical appearance: As a Vishkanyan, Manasa possesses serpentine eyes which glow gold. Her snake like fangs are connected to venom sacs, giving her a poisonous bite.



Manasa had heard rumor of a strange group, a guild of sorts, meant to fight off the Fearen and return order to the world during her aimless travels- hushed whispers about the poor fools sending themselves off to an even earlier death. Despite the disapproval they garnered from most, the elicited nothing but excitement from the vishkanyan. Huddling in shacks and hiding or hoping that she stay alive by pure luck was not what Manasa intended on doing when the end of the world began. Yet wherever she went that was all she encountered. Manasa needed to do something, she itched for action... or at the very least to be surrounded by other people who thought of something other than hiding. People that would turn to her in need and admire her... though by this line of thought she was beginning to get off track.

Manasa approached the old abandon church, peaking at it through myrtle foliage . She had gotten wind that this was were they were meeting up. Manasa watched her respective admirers teammates with her golden, snake like eyes before an approving smile played across her face. She boldly walked into the building and towards a small group, the chime like jingle of her jewelry announcing her arrival. "Excuse me, am I right in assuming you are the... Shadow Slayers?"

The jingling of metal distracted Altheron from his quest to find out more about the metal he was already attached to. When the origin of the noise broke the silence with her question, he was none too pleased.



"Yeesh...... So strange......" 

((okay i am ready to brorb again because i have done the sad and am done do that now cause its not fun surprise))
A grating, one might even say obnoxious, jingling filled up the air. Combined with the commotion outside, it was more than enough to forcibly steal the large woman's attention. Urzul stood up sharply, and stepped through the doorway attempting to find the source of the metallic sound that brought her such annoyance.
"Who brings gross metal sound to my ears!?" Her eyes shifted back and forth. Seeing very few likely sources, she eyed the only figure made entirely of metal with a stern glare.