Opening Credits
 

SquirrelWizard - Will Edwards the summoner
SecretSkull - Roan Doe the paladin
Kaiden - Sllek Wulgar the barbarian
Spirit o' Vengance - Riddick Renoult the artificier
Zoamelgustar - Ezekiel Salamandrius the rogue
ForeverZero - Janus Gornon the plainswalker
SuperSaiyan - Korv the black mage incarnate

Tim - King Bobinan's personal assitistant and aide.
King Bobinan the third and a half - Also known as King Bob. The great, if not escentric, ruler of Elendar.
Mr. Evil - The most vile of all villians. So vile, that Voldermort had his mouth washed out by his mother when he uttered his name.
Dino - The invincible dinosaur. (Not his actuall name, just thought he would like a cast spot.)

IHateMakingNames -
Krylo -

This adventure is rated PG13, and contains the following.

• Akward silences.
• Brief Lucidity.
• Randome dismemberment of animals.
• A little violence.
• Randome flickering colors.
• Large flying objects.
• Bad grammer.
• Even worse spelling.

And thust the story begins.
 

Will, had wandered into a quaint little hamlet of Chardun, and was currently taking in the sights, or lack of them. He approached the town square to see what interesting stuff could be found there. Unfortunantly, he was to be dissapointed. Instead of a small market place, he saw a crowd of people huddled around an obscenely large sign. He walked up to the back of the crowd, and nudged a farmer, "So, what's happening here?" The farmer snorted, hawked a green loogy onto the market grounds, and pulled a good size glob of earwax out of his ear, and flicked it down to join the loogy, "Eh? What did you say sonny?" Will just stared at the loogy, he could swear that it had started to crawl towards him, "Uhhhh... I was... asking if..." The farmer cut in, "Ah... so you are slow, its a shame to happen to somebody as young as you, but listen well. The king decreed that this giant sign be put up." Will snapped away from the loogy, "Why?" the farmer shrugged, "I don't know, can't read." with that he hawked another loogy to join its cousin (or what ever it was, loogy family relations are sketchy at best) and sauntered off into the direction of a nearby tavern. Will sighed, and started to push his way to the front of the crowd, "Excuse me... sorry... here is your goat back ma'm... look out for the dung, oh never mind... hey, a quarter, " he finally arrived at a sign. On it was written.

Heros! Push the button.

Underneath the short message was a little gold arrow, that pointed down to a red button protruding from the sign. Will looked around, "So, whats the matter?" One of the local peasants squeazed his limp hat tight and pointed at the sign, "It's witchcraft!" Will glanced around, nobody seemed to have the same opinion as the man. They were obviously befuddled with the sign. Will turned to an elderly man standing next to him, "So, what do you think of it?" The man shook his head, "I don't know, but I sense a trap." Will glanced back at the crowd, "So nobody has pushed the button?" some people in the crowd shook their heads, "and your just standing here staring at it." The same people shook their heads, but other people spoke up. A huge hulk of a man snorted, "I have letter say that I come to this town, but not say why." A few people in the crowd snickerd, and the man growled, but unfortunantly again (or thankfully in the case of a few villagers) he didn't see who was laughing.
Another man, one whom seemed to ooze sneaky rogue abilities, whipped out a crumpled sheet of paper, "I was sent here too, mine said that my talents..." he winked and smiled at a nearby pretty lass, who in turn gave him a look that would have curdled milk at five paces, "would be of use. It said that I was to meet here along with some other people." The old man Will had spoken to earlier coughed politely, "An imp dropped this off to me. Unfortunantly it didn't survive the plane of firy destruction, but it basically said meet here." Will held up his hand, "So, who else has recieved a letter saying that they should meet here?" Will looked around. Two other men held out their own scraps of letter, one of them looked like a fighter, but was bedecked in holy regailia, meanwhile, the other had random bits of machinery (cogs, springs, ect.) sticking from each pocket. Will reached into his own pocket, and touched his own letter, "So, I guess that makes us the heros whom are to push the button." The giant's mood brightened from homicidal to cheery, "Oh, we are! That sounds fun!" Will shrugged, "Okay, just checking." and before anybody could stop him, he pushed the button.

To explain what happened, I will have to explain where everybody was standing. Will and the other "heros" were standing pretty close to the sign. The local villagers saw Will turn to push the button, and they turned and ran for shelter, meanwhile, the "heros" tried to stop him. There was a loud flash of light, followed by a giant blast of wind that caved in the nearby houses. A few villagers were killed, and even more ended up in the roofing of houses that didn't collapse. The group of so called "heros" disintigrated without a trace.

The "heros" materialized in a stoney chamber which was sparcely decorated with tapestries and a rickety looking bench. Will and the others started stumbling around like they were drunk when they arrived, but the old man didn't, he just calmly looked around. Will sat down hard, but was still wobbling around, "It's summoning sickness. It should pass soon, " chimed in the old man. Will tried to speak, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was jibberish. After about 10 minutes, Will could stand up again. It was at this time the door flew open, and the royal figure of the king strode in in the only way a royal figure could stride in. He immeaditly held his hand out, turned his head with his eyes closed, and adopted a haughty air, "You are now my love slaves! Grovel to your master!" The rogue glared at Will, "Its all your fault!" and immeaditly launched himself at Will. Will barely had enough time to comprehend the abrupt entrance and the rogue's enraged attack, but he managed to duck down. The rogue didn't expect his target to duck underneath him (he was quite sure that the guy was caught off guard) and sailed over Will, and smashed into the bench, shattering it in the process.

Meanwhile, a nasely voice piped up behind the king, "Ummm Your Highness?" the King, still keeping his pose he had entered with, "What is it Tim, can't you see that I am confronting my soon to be harem?" Some sputtering sounds came from the rogue, who was still trying to get out of the wreckage of the bench. The voice pipped in again, "But Sir, this isn't your harem!" the king popped open an eye as he started to rebuke Tim, but saw what was before him, "Tim, I know my... Who are these men!" Tim walked from behind the king. The king was a semi-tall man, with a dark brown beard, and brown eyes to match. He was also a thick man, who obviously like his meals, and Tim was directly opposite. Tim was short, thin, and had scragily yellow hair, and since he was only the kings aid, he was allowed to wear clothes made out of material that is rated only one step higher in comfort than that which is used in burlap sacks. "Well Tim, who are they?" Tim swallowed, "These are the heros you sent for!" It was at this time the rouge got up, and was about to throttle Will, but he was restrained by the giant, "You want hear this." The king gave them a vague stare, and mumbled into his beard, "Heros... heros... heros... gyros..." his eyes brightened, "Ah yes the heros! Yes, the ones I sent for! How stupid of you to forget Tim! Now quickly, I must remake my entrance!" He ran out and slammed the door behind him, leaving Tim in his dust. From behind the door, came a muffled voice that said that the King was ready, and Tim took a deep breathe.

"I present to you, your liege lord, your king and master, sultan of royality, Duke of Hazard, his highness, King Bobinan the third and a half!" With this the King burst in and made yet another dramatic flourish, "Just call me Bob!" Everybody in the room just stared at the king, and Tim took another deep breath, "You people have been summoned on a most glorious mission for king and country. Very few people are given a task of such great importance!" the metal clad man spoke out in a deep voice, "So, what is this mission?" The king answered the question, "First, before we discuss bussiness, we must eat! Tim!" He yelled regardless the fact that Tim was right next to him, "Arange a feast! Get the minstrals! Break open the finest cask of wine! We shall be celebrating tonight!" With this the king bowed and with yet another flourish turned around and left the room. Tim yawned and watched the king walk down the hall, after the king was out of earshot, he sighed, "Alright, I'll take you guys to more hospitable quarters, but I have to set up the feast, so please don't cause any trouble." He motion to the rogue and spoke to the old man, "What's his name?" The old man shrugged, but the rogue filled in the blank, "I am Ezekiel Salamandrius, spy extrodinare!" Tim stared at the group, "So your telling me that you have no clue who each other is?" The giant thought for a moment, then shrugged, "Yep!" Tim bit back a retort, "Okay, when I take you to your room, I want you talk amongst yourselves, and for starters pick up each other's names." He then motioned for them to follow, and escorted the "heros" to a rather large room that was filled with plush chairs and a bookshelf on one end.

After everybody was inside, Tim stuck his head in, "The feast will take some time to prepare, so you will have lots of time to talk, and if you need to use the privy, it is the first door to your left when you go down the hallway. Alright?" Without waiting for the "heros" to reply, he shut the door, and the flapping of his feet said that he was haistily making his way down the hallway.

Will glanced around, "So, who is first?"

Janus blinked a couple of times, completely baffled by this strange turn of events. One second he was standing in front of a sign, and the next he was here, being hstled along by this strange fellow who gave instructions and walked off. Janus turned to the others and said, "I am Janus Gornon, Planeswalker extrodinare and powerful mage, here on a little vacation from my normal dimensional homes." Even as he said this, Janus could feel one of the more powerful presences boiling up sinde his head, Magrolion.

Magrolion the wizard was once a powerful mage with delusions of grandeur and immortality, who had been beaten and lost his powers to Janus. In his mind, Janus could almost see the wizard in front of him, his long white beard down to his waist, with his overdone silk robes hanging off his frail frame. <JANUS YOU WEAKLING, DO NOT TAKE TIME TO BEFRIEND THEM! BURN THEM ALL, AND PILLAGE THEIR CHARRED REMAINS!> Magrolion boomed in Janus' head at him.

Before he could tell him to shut up, a second figure came from the darkness of his mind. This one was a younger wizard with fiery red hair and beard, and blood red robes to match it. He was Zalbag the pyromancer, one of the more powerful mages. He was a match for even Magrolion and he was only half his age, proving he could have been one of the greatest if Janus hadn't come and ended his career early. <Will you please just shut up you old fool. Why don't you take a nap, hmm? It may help your senile, old mind.> Janus said in a toxic tone.

<DO NOT CROSS ME YOUNGIN! I CAN STILL TAIL YOUR PUNY HIDE WITHOUT MY BODY!> Magrolion boomed in reply.

<Will you both shut up? I am interested to learn more about what is going on like Janus is.> A third voice said. He was one of the more shrewd and wise of his conquests, Salizar the Necromancer. Even his soul looked like tha man himself. He wore a strange white armor made from bone, which fit his malnourished skeletal frame very well. His face almost seemed pointed like a snake, and his eyes were dark spheres instead of normal eyes. He actually hadn't been beaten, but it was an arrangement to give Janus more power and the decrepit wizard near death a near immortal body.

Janus shrugged off the internal battle inside him, and hoped his pause hadn't been too awkward. This was one of the lighter battles, at least he hadn't seen any of the other rampant personalities running around which frequently came forward to chew him out...

while he is pondering on what to say next i will introduce myself I am Roan Doe the paladin protector of good and light and as we are introducing our selves you might as well tell us your name summoner (with that he sat down on the bench and waited)

Sllek looked around the room as a big grin spread across his face. He had always enjoyed meeting new people, especially people from places he more then likely never even heard of.

"I be Sllek Wulfgar of the Wolf Clan! Me like to break things with Mr Kabong!"

Sllek then began to embrace everyone in the room while doing the traditional wolf clan greeting. As he gripped each person in his massive arms and took a big whiff of there hair he could definitely tell that they where from far away. After finishing up his traditional greeting, Sllek began to pace around the room.

"Food smell good, soon we eat. Yum!"

Slleks eyes suddenly brightened as looked through his pack. He was very hungry and was happy to find some leftovers in his bag. Sllek then pulled out a very large piece of raw meat that has obviously been in there for quite some time. After taking a very large bite, he holds it out and offers it to everyone as he takes a seat on the floor in the middle of the room.

"Anyone want? It be meat of big hairy thing from homeland!"

( O.C I will be seeing B.O.C the rest of today so I will be gone for most of the time... I will post the list of items that he has and the ones he can make later today.)

Riddick stepped forward "Umm exactly what just...Nevermind...The names Riddick need some sort of item I can build it. Break an item I can fix it. Need a weapon I can forge it, I also got some skill in magic as well..." he looks over the group and sort of pullls out a little glass blown egg looking object that seems to have what appears to be a galaxy in it and starts to play a little game of catch for his amusement.

"Well, this certainly is an unlikely bunch" Ezekiel states. "You all know my name already, and I appologize for my earlier outburst, the thooght of being another mans love slave somehow enrages me." he dusted off a few splinters from his coat and straightened his appearance.

"Yes I think you speak for all of us when you say that. I think we should all go eat I am starving..." Riddick says...

"Yes!!! We must eat! FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD!!!!! BWAHAHA!!" Sllek yells cheerfully as he lumbers out of the room following the wonderful smell of good food.

Riddick walks over to Janus and says at a mere whisper "You know I hate to say this but I agree with the behemoth over there..." he turns and walks out the room "So mister Slek you have any intrest in swords?"