"HAHAHA, that hurt my feelings Mr. Gacey! Serk said in a very condescending tone.
"Can't a guy offer a werido a seat anymore....HAHAHAHA" Serk said as downed another mug of Ale.
"People can be so unfriendly anymore.......this is really good booze.......why is the room so dizzy???? AHHAHAHAHA!" Serk looked around at the whole bar then he turned his attention back to the Clown
"Look I understand that it has to be hard walking around with more makeup on then the whole band of Kiss, but that doesn't mean you have to take out your frustrations on poor defenseless...bottles? HAHAHAHA, ya know you could always do what other Clowns do to take out your frustrations and make a poodle out of....umm i dont know......Your dick HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Serk said shorly before his head crashed down on the table.
The sound of Serk's snores quickly diverted the attention of the bar, right before everyone went on with what they were doing.

(Tomcishere your doin pretty good considering you dont have much experience with role playing.)

Archais watched as his new companion's head reattached itself to his body, and a story of confusion and sorrow issued from him. Archais knew he'd found his Test, the eerie feeling in his gut that signaled it gnawed away at him. Thinking of his own mother; knowing that it may never be that he truly gets to know her; knowing that the demon beside him will never get to know his own mother; Archais arrives at the conclusion that this test will most likely end in bloodshed. This Test is of justified vengeance and of setting a life straight enough that he can find his own path.

Archais' characteristic smirk fades from his face, "Don't worry Big Red, I'll do all I can to help you exact your vengeance, but do me one favor; Don't assume demons are heartless, I know my mother wasn't. She sacrificed her freedom to insure my safety. A sacrifice greater than death, because, for her, there is no such release. As for god abandoning you, there are more to choose from; personally I owe allegiance only to my friends. As for being a murderer, there's always time to change."

With a shake of his head and a chuckle the smile returns, "I guess decapitation is out of the question for your weaknesses my friend!"

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Archais leans back as a glass flies past the table to shatter on the wall. (He can throw hard, but hitting Serk when he's drank too much is a helluva task; I would know.}

Archais looks over at the clown after Serk passes out, a condition he's all too familiar with. A smirk and a raised eyebrow on his face. "Team up? It would seem you've got an artifact that tells you what to do as well, though it seems to speak more clearly than mine. Come over here and have a seat, then we can discuss what your staff has told you to do, but don't expect much. I only ally my self with individuals like yourself if the net gain is greater than the loss. We'll see what you need of me and what I get out of it, then I'll come to a decision. You can also explain what the deal with the waitress is."

Archais looks at the clown expectantly, wondering if a second Test has presented itself or if another black-hearted fool has crossed his path. {An odd life I lead, dark allies in light times, the Chaos is calling me again it seems. I wonder what Serk will make of this when he's sober again?}

The clown walked over to Archais knowing that destiny is to take its course as he sat down next to him. The clown then asked in a more calm and collected tone "so young man what is your name? i will need to know this before we carry on" As he waited for him to answer he saw the door behind the bar begin to open slowly and a quiet creak came from the door as it opened. The waitress came through holding a gun and pointing it at the clown. The clown turned his head facing her as everyone gasped and looked at her in surprise.

The clown said to her in a angered but quiet voice "all i want from you is whats mine. Now hand it over and i will forget that you ever dared to point a gun in my direction."
The waitress then shouted over to him with tears flooding down her face "you cant have my baby. He is a gift from god and you do not deserve the right to have him in your presence."
The clown gave her a dirty look before shouting back "that child is not yours, you stole him from me. He is my son!"

(thanks serk. to be honest this is my first proper roleplay. i thought i would start off with a small one like this before i go on to do the bigger roleplays.)

Without half a second's thought, Archais rolls backwards out of his chair and vaults across the table to stand between the clown and the waitress. Archais may not know who the child belongs to, but he does know a child's safety is in the balance. Holding his hands up between the two in an attempt to calm them down a bit, Archais hopes to find a bloodless end to this situation.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up a minute lady! We don't need guns, fired by inexperienced hands, poking holes in the patrons." With a nod to the cat eared bartender who'd taken note of the situation. Turning to the clown he says, "My name is Archais. Now, do you have any proof that the child is yours? Same goes for the heat packing waitress. Do you have proof either? Because what we have here is a custody battle, and in battles of custody blood counts for about 99% of it. If neither of you can prove your parenthood of the child, I'll see to it personally that the kid ends up a ward of the government. That kind of life sucks, I would know, I grew up in an orphanage, but it's better than nothing."

Archais wonders how proof will even be obtained in a place like this. {Without the baby here I can't even guess which one he looks like. Damn! What we really need is the baby and a DNA test... of course I'm not sure the clown would make a good father anyway. However, I have learned that even the most evil seeming creatures take good care of their own. I suppose it all comes down to perspective in these situations.}

While deep in thought about the situation a smile creeps back onto Archais' face. With a small chuckle he looks over his shoulder at the passed out figure of his long time friend. Then calls out to the demon at the table, "Hey Big Red, if you wouldn't mind doing me a favor, could you try waking the overly inebriated Serk? Be on guard though, he's well known for waking a bit violently"

Looking back at the waitress Archais says, "Go get the baby and we'll have this sorted out in no time at all. Don't look at me like that, and put the gun away, it won't do you any good in a place like this, or against people like us. As for you, clown, might I get your name as well?"

"WHYS THE BACON SO EXPENSIVE?!?!" Serk yelled as he jumped to his feet, with one hand breaking a beer bottle on the floor, and throwing the table against the wall from Descon waking him from his druken sleep early.
"Who? What?.....Oh shit, sorry bout the table." Serk said scratching his head with one hand and putting the broken beer bottle down on a still intact table.
"Well whats goin on here? Not that its that unusual to see a busty female with a gun to your head Archais, but may I ask what you did this time? Serk said, smirking at the situation.

(Sie sind willkommen tomcishere, well roleplaying is great and its good to see new people trying it out, you should play some dnd, that will help out ALOT.)

Outside the tavern, the sounds of explosions can be heard as well as the screech and scream of aircraft sailing overhead. Spectral energies warp and swirl, changing the landscape as the technology of the Shu’fasa face off against the esoteric manipulations of the Xindhi.

The war in the multiverse is slowly spreading as the Shu’fasa and their enemy the Xindhi seeks to renew a millenniums long war. No place is safe and very little will be left untouched as soon, people be confronted with the horrors that such a war brings in it’s wake.

Even now minor outposts and smaller isolated taverns and bars that sit at nexus points are the focal point of these skirmishes as each side strives to deny the other access via those universe spanning nexus points.

"I didn't do anything this time. It was the Bozo, he's in a custody battle over the kid. I figured you'd-" Just then Archais stops mid word, he can feel the world around him warp and change then he felt darkness... Archais hears the distant voice of the bar mumbling low in his ear, for an instant the world seems at ease, the visions but a memory. The feeling of safety didn't last long, as the screech of aircraft over head is quickly succeeded by a sonic boom of reality warping energies.

As deja'vu sweeps his system Archais drops to his knees, his arms slump to his sides; his head against his chest, and he begins to scream. His arms violently shoot out to his sides as a veritable labyrinth of tribal markings erupt across his skin. Each line burning the glow of molten steel. The runes on the Gauntlets begin to shine brightly, as the Gauntlets begin to slide across his skin, more quickly than before. The Gauntlets violently snap into their clawed and bladed design, but they don't stop there.

While Archais' skin between the markings turns a deep midnight blue, the Gauntlets grow larger and more feral. The Gauntlets' transformation matches the changes being wrought upon the rest of his being as another wave of warping energies pulse through the tavern. The glow of the markings brightening in tandem with the reality warping pulses, feeding off of the energy, overloading themselves.

Archais' canines grow long and sharp, as his hair grows wildly, and two sets of horns begin to grow out of his skull. Two horns are thick and ridged curve forward, a second pair grow smoothly straight back. His body grows to nearly 8 feet, as a scaled tail just as long grows out from behind him. HIs steel-toed boots rip like aluminum foil as his feet morph into 4 toed claws. HIs fingernails likewise becoming claw-like. His right eye blackens and the pupil bursts into a silver star burst and silver star-like fragments float by in the blackness. His left eye begins to glow a dark blood red as the whites of his eyes blacken, the pupil stretches to one akin to a great cat, and glowing red fissures radiate out from the iris.

Another great scream issues from Archais' mouth sounding less human by the moment. Finally a pair of feathered dragon-like wings grow out his back spread out to a wingspan of over 36 feet. A few of the raven-black feathers swirl in the air around him, drifting around the temporal rifts flaring up from his flesh. The rifts appear as a black fire emanating from Archais. A final scream cut short when the glowing Seal pulls away from his skin, to float, etheric, around him.

Slowly Archais rises to his feet, the floor beneath him warping to his presence. Archais is with out prey for the first time in this form, draconic Rage building to catastrofic proportions within him. Archais knows an out let must be found before he turns on his friends to release his Rage. To avoid harming his newfound friends Archais launches himself through the roof into the swarm of dogfighting aircraft. Archais desire for justice causes his powers to manifest in such a way as to judge, by his own standards, the ships about him. He senses a great desire for control within the Shu'fasa, a feeling of slavery and imprisonment. Deeming the Shu'fasa the greater of the two threats Archais tears into the nearest Shu'fasa ship, unleashing the Rage within him. The Shu'fasa ships begin to fall one at a time to his onslaught giving the Xindhi enough leverage to drive the Shu'fasa out of the skies of Ironflame Tavern.

As Archais wheels to the ground outside the tavern, a great weakness passes through him. He crashes to the ground and the seal merges with his flesh and fades, and he returns to his normal form, the seal auto-compensating for the introduction of the new energies, never again to be broken by them. Archais lays on the cold ground out side the tavern, in his tattered boots and torn pants, with his vest stretched to the very limits. Archais weakly lifts his head and looks into the tavern at his odd new companions and with a trembling smile gives them a thumbs-up saying, "Damn!..ugh... that .. was... *hack*... fun...", before falling off into unconsciousness.

The clown and the waitress listened to Archais's wise words. But the advice went through them both and out the other side. The waitress knew she couldnt go through with killing someone, its not in her nature. So she eventually put the gun down on the bar in front of Archais.

The clown had a wicked smile which went from one side of his face to the next. He jumped over the bar to threaten the waitress. He put his thin long fingers around the waitress's neck and pushed her against the wall. Then he heard a great energy behind him and noticed Arhais was changing to a different form. He let go of his tight grip around the waitress's neck and turned around to face the disfuigered Archais before he shot through the roof. The waitress had the perfect oppurtunity to run out the back of the tavern again, and she took it. She ran as fast as she could through the door and shut it before locking it.

This angered the clown very much but at the same time he was thinking about Archais. He was supposed to join him and team up in a partnership of trust and companionship. But before that could happen he would have had to gain his trust, and that would have been harder after knowing his first impressions were not good ones.

The clown turned to look at his stick which he had by his side, it was glowing red again. At this point the clown had to decide which was more important, the child he should be looking after or the man he should team up with to join destiny's partnership.

After several seconds of deep thought towards his intensions, the clown had decided that his child is not important at the moment. He ran out of the door which leads to the outside world again. He stopped in his tracks as he saw Archais laying on the ground in an unconsious state. he then pulled out a necklace from his pocket. It had a dark green stone on it and put it around Archais's neck. He then left a note in his hand saying "when you are ready to meet me hold this stoned necklace to the sky and say the words HALLOM JOOLA."

The clown then left him lying on the floor and walked off into the distance towards the great forest. He was soon out of sight.