<GM's Note: Um, If he's at the Red Lion Inn, then he's back in Glenarbor... (which is a City, by the way.) Glanarbor is at least two days ride from Targos, which is where the group currently is. So, through the Magic Of The Gamemaster, your character suddenly finds that he was wrong and the Tavern is NOT the Red Lion Inn, but rather it is the smoldering ruins of Sam's Good Olde Time Tavern. Becasue otherwise you'll never catch up with the main group and we can't have that, can we?>

<Geez, man, Your guy's WAY too powerful to me. Sure, Tem could probably drive him to insanity or make his hair catch fire(not presently, of course), but GEEEZ LUWEEZ! I think you might be going a weee bit too far. And I thought only dragons could do the "special bond" crap.>

<OOC Well, he is the last of his kind and they were wiped out because they were so powerful. Everyone was afraid of them. Everything came at ease to them, they learn quickly. One area though that they never venture to though is magic and despise those that use it against them. It is unfair and evil in their eyes. They are combatants and survivalists, not sneaks or magicians.

{ not that it's my position to say in terms of the game, but as a roleplayer in general i have to say your character is pretty borderline, MooKoo. He needs some faults. Right now your Oseph is basically God Incarnate and that, in addition to being somewhat against the rules, just makes it boring, y'know? The only way to make your character more Mary Sueish is to make him hate himself for what he is. Mary Sueish = not good.

Also, just being "less powerful" than a regular Asani does not count as a /fault/. Imperfection is beautiful, embrace it. }

<Well, you've got an emo magic hater that hates the guy who save him, I think maybe some kind of disease would be cool, but I don't care.>

<No, that was a suggestion. I think Oseph's not all-powerful anymore. We don't want Sarge mad with you being poisoned.>

<OOC Okay then. No Poison. My character has been made complete.

Oseph is an Emo Asani that isn't sure if he hates magic. He knows about it and knows that it is dangerous. Therefore, he can't defend it. He may though like a magician...or his instincts will come out and he may only tolerate them...or he may just hate them with all of his heart.

I'm not giving everything away yet. OOC>

<OOC> Just an idea, maybe have much of his power connected to his homeland</OOC>

<OOC> The first problem I saw was that you introduced your character during the tense build up of a battle, MooKoo. Breaking the momentum of a story before a battle was not the best of calls. It would have been better to wait until after Maxwell was rescued... Or killed in the rescue attempt, as the case may yet be.

After that, I noticed that you have designed a prodigy for yourself. I agree with Ten and Zepher when they say that you made your character much too powerful. Oseph would tip the scales to party's favor so easily that conflict would be too greatly reduced to make this story worth telling. Whatever emotional issues he has about being alone won't make him any less of an overpowered character. You can give him an Achilles heel, but he's still Achilles. The proper solution would be to tone him down significantly rather than just throwing in one or two downsides.

Other than being bad for the plot, your character doesn't have a good reason for being so powerful in the first place. The result of a mixture of two races wouldn't be a better race, but a reconfigured one. The result can not be greater than the sum of its parts, and you can not get every good part of both races. You lose about as much as you gain in the process.</OOC>

After investigating the scene Oseph finds that there was either a lot of commotion before or after the building demise. He also, notices that debris is spread far and wide. This puzzled him.

How can a building be burned to the ground, but debris be scattered everywhere? Also, why were there so many prints. Was there a brawl? But, where had the bodies gone if that was so? How could they have all been cleaned up, for fire was still burning amongst the debris. Then, he noticed organized tracks leaving the scene.

This was of course the way to his answer, but it seemed that something unusual was at the end of the path. He did what his instincts told him. He searched for someone with answers as to what might be at the end of that trail.

Oseph mounted Nirvana and headed off towards the market. Afterall, that is the best place to get info. Besides a Tavern of course, but the town seemed to be in a short supply of those now.

Oseph arrived at the market and saw a strapping young gentlemen of good stature. He seemed to be around the ripe age of 24 and a good strong knowledgeable man. The man was unloading some produce from his wagon as Oseph approached.

"Excuse me sir, may I inquirest from you how that Tavern down the street was destroyed?", asked Oseph curiously.

Horin arrived at his camp. "If you wouldn't mind, there are a couple of kegs of ale by the cooler, bring them here, would you?" He motioned to the Elven Swordsmen. "Prosper, would you like something to drink?"

Now, about my character being too powerful and making it no fun for the group. Who said he wanted to join your silly group anyways.

Meanwhile, back at Horin's camp....


The Swordsman replied: "Certainly, Sir." and brought the kegs and the cooler over. "Dwarven ale?" he asked.

[OOC: Thank you, netzen. I was just about to rant on and on.]

Marcus got in place on the wall. "Ready!"

<Alright, alright. I'm back. Sorry, I just got done with hell week for a school play and I've had alot of homework. Welcome to Mookoo, weather or not you get in the group (maybe you decide to work against it) I hope you have a great time. I'd say something about your backstory, but since you and sarge have talked it out I'm totally fine. Have fun dude. Now to explain why my character has zoned out.

P.S: Remember, Ian can't be here untill the weekends. So go easy on him, kay?>

Prosper had lapsed into shock, first from the fact that he might acctually BE on the rescue misson, then from the realization that he wasn't. Comeing out of his stupor, he remembered something Tayrn had said.
"Horin, should we burn the wound?" Prosper said as he toyed with his bandage. The prospect wasn't appealing to him, but neither was loosing his arm.

"Um, sure." Prosper said. He didn't care weather it was alcoholic or not, he just needed something to wet his throught.