GaolHe stands five foot six. His long pitch black hair flows down to the small of his back. His skin is like the suns rays have stained it. His eyes are a deep green. He would seem human if not for the blue gills on each side of his neck. He wears leather armor, the leather is the deep dark brown of drift wood. Strapped to his right forearm is a small think sliver blade no longer than a foot. On his waste sits a tightly wound whip that is stained deep red. Strapped to his chest sits two throwing knifes crafted from what seems like bone. He gives off a cold harsh filling. All most as if he has seen or experienced more than most others.
The start to a long questThis land was once a thriving place to live, it was not perfect, but it was a great place to live. Every one worked hard to protect it and care for it. Among the countless amounts of people there was a man who was the best doctor the land has ever seen. He was a mastermind able to heal any injury, very few ever died in his hands. One day he made a brilliant discovery, he learned a way to replace some ones missing organs or appendages with parts of a construct. This wonders break thru lead to him being able to save even more lives. One day the doctor had an idea. He could not only replace missing parts but replace people’s body parts improving them making them stronger, better, faster, more inhuman. It was at this point when the doctor started to work in privacy, conducting his new experiments on people some living some not, some willing some not. It came to the point the doctor had reached what he was working for, he had done
The Misfits: Changing Island prt 2Our hero’s dock on the Changing Island and set forth on their quest, they soon find out how the Changing Island gat its name and why this quest had such a high reward. Not too long after the Misfits walked in to the jungle a sudden terraformation shifted the islands land apart separating your hero’s forcing them to travel this Island alone. It did not take long to find the first guard, a fire crazed wizard who wanted to set the world a flame. He did not stand a chance against the Misfit’s strong fighter. After the fight the fighter rested to heal his minor wounds. While he rested the two female members (rouges) of the Misfits ran in to the second guard, a pain loving cleric. It was a long seeming endless fight no one could out match the other. But it finally ended with one arrow soaring in to the clerics head. Days passed while the group traveled trying to meet up again, but had no luck doing so thanks to the constantly changing land sc