Legend of Kag (Forum RP)

Staccato: Realising that the mysterious entity that seems to run this godforsaken world may be trying to trap you by giving you free time to do whatever you wanted to do, you decide to go to the palace and wait for the meeting. Passing easily through the threshold of the entranceway, you note a specific lack of guards, but you put that down to the fact that it's only Geti visiting. ^_^
As you approach the throne room, you hear voices within. As much as simply bursting in may be satisfactory, the lack of guards in the surrounding hallways may make other courses of action possible. What next?

Jeremy: Like a boss, you push on, stepping carefully among the now thick smears of blood and gore, sometimes the occasional limb. If you meet anyone, you make a note to check whether they are... 'armless!
Coming to a solid looking grate in the ceiling, you know that you are beneath the palace, most likely one of the lare wine cellars. From above, flickering torchlight frames the sillouettes of two men, presumably servants, conversing upon the subject of the numerous corpses just appearing in the countryside around the town. What now?

Abraxas: Walking through the village of Wethersford, you seek signs of the extensive catacombs beneath the hilly grasslands. An elderly cripple hobbles across your path, likely a victim of raids from the southern continent. You call out to him: "You there! Show me the entrance to the tombs!"
He replies swiftly: "Wh-who are you? If it's you again, Master Fletcher..."
"No, you blind ignoramus! I am Abraxas, greatest sorceror of all world!"
"We don't want your kind here, m'lord. You bring bad luck, you see. We have nothing of value, the city is where all of importance is!"
"Simply step aside, you foul cretin. I need these catacombs for my resea--"
"WIZARD! WIZARD!"
Before he could shout any further, you seize him by the throat, and look deeply into his eyes, past the milky cataracts that clouded their surface; the pupil disappeared and the iris paled to white as a dark, evil presence fed upon his life force. He was now yours to command, a shell of a damned man walking among the living. What now?

 

It's probably a bit late to join this, seeing as it hasn't been active since, hmm, late February? Sorry 'bout that.

Hmmm. The 7 Samurai?