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It was a stereotypically horror-movie style dark and stormy night. No stars could be seen in the ominous sky above. Dark clouds rolled in, stretching from horizon to horizon. The rain was a chillingly torrential hail of water, stained black by the vaporous fog in the crisp night air. Sitting in the silence, which is interrupted only by the sound of the rain coming down, puntuated by the occasional distant rumble of thunder, you find yourself thinking about your best friend. The three weeks in which your friend has been gone, seems like it has been an eternity of lonesomeness. With your friend gone, nothing has seemed right. Your life seems suddenly empty and wrong.

Night continues to fall, and the storm clouds give the darkness an eerie, inky cast. As a thick, black fog rolls in, a feeling of utter dread seems to become a pall shroud upon all things living. You sigh and lean back in your chair, thinking about the day your friend will return from this war. Your thoughts turn away from that of dread and towards hope, as you can picture your friend's mannerisms and expressions as you reminisce nostalgically about the good old days before the war. You have a feeling like you want to tell your friend you didn't know how much you really cared until the absence came into your life. Lost in your thoughts, you start to nod your head along with the beat of your fingers tapping on the table. Tap-tuh-tap-tap-tap. Tap-tuh-tap-tap-tap. Listening to the tapping, you come to a sudden realization. Your hands are clasped behind your head. If so, who could possibly be tapping?

You rub your eyes as a dark brooding man, dressed in all black, complete with a silken cape that glimmers obsidian, seemingly appears out of nowhere opposite you at the table. The shock of this evil-looking man, shrouded in shadow, appearing out of the darkness startles you so that you nearly jump, causing your chair to almost tip over. In a boomingly baritone voice, devoid of all emotion, the man speaks.

"Poor, unfortunate soul before me, I bring to you a letter of utmost importance."

He plucks from some inner folds in his cloak an envelope, sealed with a deep, blood-red stamp. His spectral hand reaches across the table, the skin on his hand reminding you of that of a corpse. Without offering an explanation, the man rises. He chuckles to himself as he bows.

"I apoligize, but I must be leaving. My master awaits."

As he grins, you notice a red glint to his eyes, which now seem to be glowing.. As his eyes lock with yours, you feel petrified. It seems as if the man is peering into your very soul, stealing your essence. Needless to say, it's very uncomfortable. After a few impossibly long moments of this, he scoffs and sharply turns on his heel, departing. You know he is gone, but you never do hear the door open or close. After you are sure he is gone, you quickly make sure all entrances to your house are sealed. It is then that you remember the letter, still sitting unopend on the table. Curiosity takes over, and you find yourself opening the seal.

Upon reading the letter, you nearly drop it out of horror. Your friend has been kidnapped and taken to the fabled "Island of No Return." Up until this point, you believe that the Island was but an old wives' tale, a story to scare children with! Continuing reading the letter, you find that your friend will be lost for good unless you come to the island, bringing the one thing you care about most.. On the back of the letter is a crudely drawn map, leading to a hidden dock from which you can secure passage to the island. Reflecting upon the events of the evening, you realize that the one thing you care about most is your friendship.

Grabbing a worthless item from your house, you depart at once into the storm, fully intent upon rescuing your friend.. After travelling for a while, you realize how tired you are. Finding shelter from the storm, you lie down and take a quick nap. Upon waking, you realize you are no longer where you were when you fell asleep. Your surroundings are new and frightening. Looking around, you see a few other people in seemingly the same situation as you, as they all seem confused as to their location. Glancing over at a rather curious sign, you realize that this is the fabled Island of No Return...

Made By King_Black_Mage

Edited By CheshireThief

Ok, This will be a learning thing for both players and for me I am new at being a Gm so I hope that this will be a fun and great adventure for all of you who join. And to answer the question. "why does the story only says one friend for, when there is going to be more then 1 player?" Well this story goes for every one who plays. Meaning every one had a freind who was kidnapped. Just wanted to make sure that we where clear on that. Also This is in the dark ages


Charcter name:

Age:

Gender:

Looks: (What do you look like do you have any scars, too much make up, ect,ect)

Job: (what were you back before you were put on the Island of no return?)

Weapon(s): (a max of 3 weapons)

Items: (keep it simple please)

Back ground: (make it interesting please)

Your friend name: (I must know who your are saving)

If you could have one cool power what whould it be?:


The Rpg Started click here for a link http://www.nuklearforums.com/showthread.php?t=13025

If you want to join in go ahead and post your charcter here and then pm me and tel me that you are interested so that way I won't get confuse when you jump in.

Thanks

KMB

I will Join I am new at here, and this is my first time playing a rpg on the computer so this will be new. Hey by chance you play D&D?

Charcter name: Bobby Gotcha

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Looks: Black Hair, Blue eyes, skinny with a scar going down his left check

Job: I was a Farmer

Weapon(s): His fist

Items: Some bread, a back pack, a necklace faimly airloom

Back ground: Can I make one later

Your freind name: Amy Smith

If you could have one cool power what whould it be?: To be made out of rubber

Ok Man. Make a background, and change your Last name. I don't mean to be rude but Gotcha... That is weird but I guess I will accept it it ain't my place to tell you what to do or how to do things. Also to answer your question yes I play D&D? Are you asking because of the forums/Rpg about D&D if so ask them any questions you got because they will know a whole lot more then I will know.

Charcter name: Rathier

Age: 20-ish. I haven't pinpointed it yet.

Gender: Male

Looks: Wears a deep blue robe with green trim, has the hood up at all times. Pale complextion, grey eyes, and long black hair.

Job: Gem-Mage of a village that paid him in, oddly enough, gems.

Weapon(s): Sword-staff. Dagger. And regular staff.

Items: Gems. Lots of gem types. And a few good scrolls.

Back ground: This guy was born and raised to be a gem mage. Unfortunatly, somebody along the line forgot about ADD that comes with it. He can (easily) be distracted by a nice shiny object that looks like a gem in most respects. He's very good at what he does, though, and can be jolted into serious action when the need arises.

Your freind name: (Anybody who knows me won't be surprised at all) Thadius.

If you could have one cool power what whould it be?: The ability to merge all gems he has in his hands into one huge energy blast thing kinda like ElementStorm.

How's that? May not look like much, but does it have to? Says nothin' for the brain behind the text.

name: Jay
age:18
sex: male
looks:6'4" 185lbs. built. short black hair. green eyes.
job:Gang Leader
weapon(s):short sword,Longbow and arrows,and hidden dagger
items:bread, a waterskin, and a whetstone
background:born poor but fell in love with a rich girl my parents disaproved of me even talking about her but i could not help it so they kicked me out at 14 and i made a gang but now my love has been kidnapped and i will do anything in my power to save her with or without my gangs help!
friend:Noelle
my power:to make it rain

Because you were so nice to be the only person to try to respond to my ill fated X-men experiment, here's mine

Name:Visio
Age:22

Gender:Male

Looks: Short black man with short cut hair blonde. Speaks very little. Grey eyes that sometimes reflect light, giving him that spooky creature in the bushes vibe. Usually wears hand wrap, T-shirt and black vest. long black vest
Job:Becasue I always play similar characters, spy
Weapon(s): claw gloves(finger claws) blow dart gun with knock out darts.

Items: Grapple hook

Background: T'was a spy for hire before the war, helping any politician with enough money in finding any info he wanted. raised by a benevolent woman who found him abandoned when he was six. She was only ten years older than him at the time, but an orphan like him. While more of a big sister, he always thought of her as a mother

Your friend name: Freda, fore mentioned mom/sister person

If you could have one cool power what would it be?: duh, invisibility

Name: Ryu
Age: 13
Sex: I'm only 13!God
Gender: Male

Looks: Wears the Brown tunic of the elven race, and the face of a black mage
(see avatar)
Job: Black Mage,Thief
Weapons:Mage staff,Opal Bracelet,Coral Sword (he switches depending on his mood or job)
Items: All the things you used to hold but "lost"
Backround: A wizard did it

If I could have a power it would be the power to create new powers, and with that power create the power to kill people with my mind and cast level 99 spells.w00t

Here is my charcter ( I might as well join in the fun)


Charcter name: Byron

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Looks: Brown hair, blue eyes about 5'7 feet tall

Job: A wandering Mercent

Weapon(s): Cloud Sword, accept with a Gem In the middle of the handle. (If any one beside Byron Touches it they get a massive shock) and his fist. With cool looking wraps on them

Items: Sword, Backpack wetstone, flint and steel, sleeping bag, Tr (3 days worth) And a ring (its a faimly air loom)

Back ground: He is a traving merchent he been traving since the age of 8 he been train in all arts of fighting and all arts of sword style. His mom and dad died in the war like all his freinds. He only had one left the one who he sercelty had a crush on with her gone he now searches for her with angry that burns like no fire ever Burn before.

Your freind name: Jenny

If you could have one cool power what whould it be?: To be able to transform into a demon when I get really really angry. (like naruto)

Name: Vince van Deuce
Age: 32

Gender: Male

Looks:6'3" 250 lbs. Imposing, shoulder length straight dark hair, and a little chin fuzz.

Job: Retired weapons dealer

Weapons: Scimitar and sickle

Items: Rations, flint, magical hair comb (keeps hair extra smooth and shiny)

Background: Born into a family fallen from honor, Vince moved into the weapons buissness. Making large sums of money, he had amassed enough cash to retire at the age of 29. He trained a teenager named Trink to look after his shop, and followed his true love, useless magical items.

Friend's name:Trink

Super cool power I wish I could have:Teleport anywhere I can see.

We got a dude with a +2 comb of "hair care" that keeps his hair "keeps hair extra smooth and shiny" I thank you for joing The RPG I made and I also thanks to everyone who joined and any one else who will join.

KBM