(howdy)

(Hello there,so do we wait for others or what?)

(I guess. without others no one really knows what's going on)

(That's why I think direct chat is a bad idea when there are so many characters scattered in so many places.)

(personally I think any RP with this many characters is doomed to fail. But I've been wrong before)

(Well,there's a the first vote of confidence hehe.Ok then shall I have the first blood honor,or should I say first post?)

(give'er)

(Alright,posting it on the forum then.Give me a few.)

(interesting... I just found out our chat gets posted to the RP)

(I'm all for this again)

(So everything we just typed is now on the RP?)

(apparently)

(under the "Activity" tab

(Intresting,but still without at least one from each team it is really pointless to start it here right now.)

(I guess. I dunno, my guy could like... laugh maniacally at your guys inability to show up.)

(I thought we were supposed to like journey through the kingdom to get to you....Well after the team meets up ofcourse.)

(something like that. Doesn't mean I can't gloat over being invincible and stuff.)

(By all means,go ahaead :P)

In the West end of Castle Zekrom, a pale figure stood in his window way looking out across the black landscape cracked by a spider web of lava illuminating the myriad of slaves toiling below a sunless sky. The Atmosphere being thickly obscured by the industrial smoke pouring out of the castles many forges and machines.

Tier'Zial as he was known these days looked down at his hands. So small and fragile now compared with his old form. But the new body he inhabited was a ruse he needed to keep up, lest the rest of Demonkind come knocking on his door in search of the power he now possessed. The power endowed upon him by the crown he now wore perpetually.

The true Tier'Zial having thought himself invincible and he had proven him wrong. However, there was no harm in perpetuating the myth. Even now he could sense some weaker lifeforms questing to seek his power and reclaim whatever throne that employed them. He would crush them like so many others, and mount their flayed bodies on his gates as a warning to all others who would try.

The thought of past carnage and carnage to come gave him a sense of giddiness and he did not suppress a laugh that bellowed from the deepest parts of him. Echoing off the mountains to the West, combine with the timely crack of thunder and lightning incinerated a poor soul below. Truly, it was good to be king.

The night sky was blissfully quiet,there in the middle of a dense forest lie a worn down stone house that was overrun with all kinds of plant life growing both around it and on it.There were a few clouds in the sky that barely covered the light reflected by the full moon on this magical night,infront of the house was a small circular pond with no sign of life whatsoever. To get to the house itself you'd have to go around the pond to the right and climb a spiral stone staircase covered with moth and even missing a few of its stone steps.After that you should be right infront of the door,well if there was a door that is.

Right as you entered you'd have a door to your left and another down the room to your right,the house was not much and barely had any furniture.Before you would reach the door to your right there would be a window just behind you,it faced the full bright moon allowing some light to illuminate the room.Opposite to the window there was a single worn down wooden table that seemed to be ancient and slowly turning into dust,the surface of the table was cracked and full of curves just like that you would see on a desert ground during the day.To the left of the table there was but a simple cabinet that was not in any better condition that the table itself.The door to the right contained a small bathroom which was just a hole in the ground with some leaves gathered from the plant life surrounding the house set aside for obvious reasons.The door to the left was a small room half the size of the central one containing many kitchen apparel.

Xan cracked the kitchen door open and stepped into the central room,he headed straight for the wooden table on the opposite side of the room.His steps were light yet the floor beneath his feet cracked and squeeled with every step he took.It seemed as if the floor was about to give way under him,he didn't seem to mind much though.This was his hideout,a place he would usually retreat to when things heated up or he needed time to think.It was perfect for him,his pitch black cape covered much of his back and chest as it danced with the gentle air breeze.He stood at the table with a wrapped up piece of brown cloth in his right hand and looked out the window while his demonic eyes flickered a bloody red color before returning to their normal light blue color.He wondered where his supposed partner is and weather he or she was going to meet Xan here like he requested or if he would receive word soon from him or her on where to meet.Xan then spread the brown cloth across the table revealing that it was actually where he kept his equipment.To the right was his favourite katana and in the middle was the whip neatly wrapped around itself with 3 potion bottle on its side containing the poison for his daggers and one potion for magic resistance.To the left were his three daggers neatly organized.He took each out one by one placing the katana on his left side,the three daggers to the left,the whip on his back and the potions across 4 slots within the armor on his chest.He then stood looking out the window waiting patiently to hear from his supposed partner.

(I apologize but I posted the same post twice by mistake.That's why there are three empty posts by me.My introduction post remains unchanged however.)