They were all led to a very VERY large door made of gold. Inscribed all over it were praises for the "most holy" baron. There was a group of about thirty HEAVILY armed guards standing in front of it, and barely allowed them room to enter.

Random insults like, scum, or outsiders were tossed at them constantly as they entered. The giant doors grouned open.

Inside were two mechanical, glowing, winged lions. They roared in protest at the group being brought in. Inside was a GIGANTIC throne, and the entire place was reminiscent of one of the basilica's in one of the Romes.

Funnily enough, as they got closer and closer to the throne, they saw a table with a huge banquet was laid out. Another set of guards were leading in a prisoner that was screaming.

Only those with extremely good hearing heard the guard say,

"Adultery and forgotten to pay homage to you oh great holy one."

The baron shrugged (once again barely visible) "Adultery? Oh, so he gave into passion."

"'Twas rape mi'lord."

"Does not matter...but not paying homage to me?"

The baron calmly pulled a gun out and shot the accused in the forehead. "Someone clean that god-awful mess up."

As they got closer, they got a better look at him. At one time he had been a fighter. But now muscle was running to fat....a lot of fat. He was clothed in overly garish robes, had an overly done mustache, reeked of oils, and carried a cane.

"Ah, my visitors."

One of the guards jabbed Fang in the small of the back with a tazer.
"On your kness scum."

Calmly, the baron shot that guard in the face. "Be kind to my visitors. I have chosen for them to share my prescence, therefore you WILL be kind for them. Now, my friends, come to this banquet."

Another guard stepped forward, stabbed Drina with a tazer, and said, "But my lord. They are criminals who don't pay homage to you!"

He killed that guard as well. "Now, come and eat. I'm dreadfully sorry for your treatment...well, not really. BUT I would love to discuss a..'business' proposition over this glorious feast. Come sit, eat, and depending on what you do, live."

Fang walked over to the table. He smelt the food, and the heavily lacquered table, but he couldn't tell where the chair was, so when he tried to sit, he missed. He promptly got into it though.

All around the hall, guards that wore shining gold armour, and carried giant double handed swords that glowed stepped in.

OOC: Okay, here is the biggest test yet...don't made any rude comments. See how he executed a prisoner for not praising him, and two guards for questioning him? He still has the gun.

OOC: Just want to point out that blind people do not have a better sense of any sense but sight then normal people, just they notice things better.

IC:

Micheal awoke while sitting a chair, food infront of him. Gazing around the room, he saw many heavily armored people, a table full of food, and some holy looking guy holding a gun. "Uh... Who are you and where am I?"

OOC: That's not a rude comment, is it?

Teh would have made a stupid comment, but he was too busy telekineticing food towards him and his plate. Sometimes he saw somehing too good and bypassed the plate, grabbing the food out of the air and into his mouth. Turkey, chicken, gravy, peas, various liquids, and an unfortunate bug that snuck its way in with a prisoner were all floating around Teh's head, waiting to be eaten.

OOC: He's part werewolf remember? Hence the improved senses.

And kinda'. I'll just reprimand you for it.

IC: "DO NOT TAKE THE BARON'S KINDNESS FOR GRANTED!" Screamed one guard, and one of his companions had to forcibly hold him back.

Drina walked up to a chair, turned it sideways to accomodate his wings, and sat down. "Thanks for the food, mister Baron, sir." He then commenced to chow-down.

From other peoples comments, Micheal figured out that the person was the Baron. And since everyone else was eating, Micheal began to eat as well.

Fang noticed the smell of food was now around the smell he recgonized at Teh.

"Give the food back."

He then proceeded to eat as well.

The baron smiled warmly, and said "Now we should get to know each other? I'll start, I am Baron Von Grakan. I am the reincarnation of the god of all life and glory."

Fang paused momentarily between his chowing down to say, "Fang. No eyes, got a half curse of the werewolf, and I want my sax back."

Dinae awoke to the smell of delicious meats and cheese. Again. He looked around, and slapped himself in the face. There was still food. He slapped himself again. And again. The food remained.

That's when he noticed the Baron. He knew he was being held here unjustly, but he dare not argue. No one would believe him, anyway. He felt behind him. His tail was starting to grow back. He then focused on the food in front of him and smiled. Well, he smiled as best as a lizard can. Anyone else who saw it probably would have screamed and run away.

He realized there were no sandwiches, but that was quickly remedied when he also noticed a big loaf of bread, a large ham, and a chunk of cheddar. He silently prepared his dinner.

"Hey, theres lots of food...uhm, my name is Teh, telekinetic drummer."

Through a mouthful of food, Drina say, "I'm Drina'ardinale and I'm a Bum!"

"Dinae Rhivelnu. I wassss... uh... jussst passssing by, when I desssided to come in here for the night. When I woke up in the morning, I got tagged," He lied. An outsider is much more believable than a citizen whose emblem got stolen. "Uh, am I gonna get my bladessss or bow back anytime ssssoon?"

After swallowing a bite from his steak, Micheal turned to the Baron. "I'm-ZULE, DESTROY OF THE COSMOS! YOU AND YOUR PUNY EXISTANCE ARE NOUG-Micheal. Pleased to meet you."

After a while, some guards opened up the cell, and the other prisoners cowered back in fear. They went over to the sleeping elf. *ZAP*! THat jolt woke Scott up in a instant. "Move it." the guards said. After rubbing the taser burn on his arm, he slowly walked out of the cell. "This is the end, huh?" he told himself. "Bummer...."
After walking down the halls , he came into a huge roon, where several important people were and a bunch of other inmates chowing down. "Weren't these guys the same as before?" he asked himself again. A guard hit him on the back of the head. He fell down and smashed his face in the ground. He got back up, but only kneeled. The elf wiped the blood away from his face. "Get on the bench and eat..." the guard instructed. Scott got up and got on the bench. Food! He munched a piece of bread down and looked around. The others pigged out fiercly.

Quick note: I didn't cower in fear, and I'm pretty damn sure that nobody else did. The lesson being, Never control other people's characters

Replacing a rather large ham that he had torn into with his fists, Devin stifled an urge to ridicule the man in the ridiculous robes, and had just proclaimed himself some sort of overweight deity. He though about the still barely smoking weapon in his hand, and spoke
I'm Devin Rogales, I'm something of a connoisseur of combat, Tournament champion 3 times, as well.

"Ah my head." Kenyu said grabbing his head. "It feels like I have a french men living in it." He grabbed his head. He realized he wasn't where he was last. "That must have been quite a move."

Bob had been silently eating, but decided he would introduce himself. "Bob, poor and failing treasure hunter with a severe case of greed and anger," he said after swallowing some of his food.

"Where am I?"

OOC: Video? You are on VERY thin ice.

IC: The baron waved a hand and said, "In the company of the most holy baron of Jerico."

He waited until the majority of them had slowed down their eating.

"Now, I have a small request that will abolish all sins you have created, reciever enough money to buy a small army, and earn yourself citizenship here....there is a man. He lives on the other side of the nagata (its a really really big river) I would love if one of you could deliver him a message."

The baron slammed a knife into the table, "By driving this blade into his heart."

There was an odd pause, and the baron leaned back, and the chair audibly groaned.

"The man is named Jaren. He's...a scientist of sorts. And, he happens to be the biggest threat to this wondrous city. While you are there, I would love for you to eradicate the leaders of the Gegoran nation. What say you?"

"I'd be willing to use my boat to navigate whoever wants to put that knife into the scientist dude's heart." Drina answered, and quite haughtily.

“Are we going on a trip? I love trips. Can we play I-Spy? And the license plate game?
“Or punch buggy. Or, or the alphabet with the signs game?”

"I can't do that I'm a cartographer, not a killer, besides I'm a pacifist."

Gimme back my guns and my keys, I can kill something.
Devin added, absently swinging around a half-eaten loaf of bread, accidentally bonking the person's head next to him (It could be anyone, but the split personality guy would be funny)
Oops, sorry now...

Teh stopped his eating as he looked at the knife.

"Yah know, if we put that in his heart, he's probably gunna be bleeding too much to give a return message. How 'bout I do a Rock-a-Gram?"

"Must we do it with that particular knife?" Asked Dinae. "Or do we just have to, ya know, kill him in general? Sir." He added swiftly.

(Sorry about my absense, I was busy having my wallet stolen. Am I dead, or could I jump back in?)

OOC: I'm leaving, not due to anyone here. 1. I'm lost as hell, so I'm easing the pain on you guys. 2. My guy is morally screwed, how that happened, I don't know. See ya guys. Have fun.

(OOC: Morally screwed?)

"Yah know, lizard man has a point. I mean, thats a nice knife and all, and it probably has some other meanings, but knives are too...old fashioned and dirty. Do it with whatevers lying around seems better, like spoon. All you have to do is lift it with your mind, then shoot it out at whatever you want to, like so." Teh said, then looked at a spoon and levitated it off the table, then casually sent it flying, straight into the newest elf's eye. "See, if it works on him it'll prolly work on your guy."

The baron smiled warmly. "This knife, and this knife only."

He looked at the elf, and just for fun, shot him.

"All your equipment will be given back."

Fang did his best to glare and asked, "And if we refuse?"

"Execution."

"Touche."

There was a bit of a silence, and Fang grudgingly said, "I'm in."

They went around the table, with everyone joining in.

"Excellent," cackled the baron, "Now, to insure you don't flee, as well as to aid you, I'm going to be sending a contingent of thirty of my Temple Guard."

He gestured to the men standing around the chapel like room.

"Guards, allow them to retrieve their equipment."

Devin immediately dropped the pie he was eating and stood, walking over to one of the guards
Something about my guns?

The guard growled, and waved the tazer.

"We don't carry your defiled instruments. We will however lead them to you."

Please, then, lead on!
he said, giddily, like a kid on christmas

The guard stabbed him with a tazer, then proceeded to lead them to their equipment.

OOC: New chapter going up.