Name: Meceron
Race: Dragon
Fighting style: He uses his tail and claws to strike, and his wings to create strong gusts that knock his opponents to the ground, rendering them momentarily defenseless.
Strengths: Has a lot of brute stregth, and can fly.
Weakness: Is weakened by water, and so must find shelter in a storm.
Detail: Meceron is twelve feet from head to foot, and is Red.

Backstory: From the time he was a hatchling, Meceron was always stronger than his peers. Of course, such a reputation preceeded a dragon among his kind, and as a result, Meceron was challenged on a daily basis by other young dragons who wanted their claim to fame. At first Meceron found this a bother, but as he grew older, he began to become arrogant because of his power, and took pride in crushing his challengers. In time, the battles with other dragons began to become scarce, but the peace left Meceron bored, and he began terrorizing nearby villages for fun. As a result, he found himself facing knight after knight, and army after army. Meceron enjoyed toying with them by allowing them to chase him, but after tiring of their shouts of war as they assumed they were besting the mighty dragon, he would turn about, and with a great breath, ignite the host of them. One day, as Meceron lay in the meadows, admiring his accomplishments, a Wizard came to challenge him. Meceron gave a contemptible snort, and ignored the old man. Upon his incessant ramblings of wrong's done, Meceron opened his mouth to devour the pest, but not before he uttered a terrible curse that would put an end to Meceron's abuse of power. A curse that if ever Meceron used another fire to take a life, his life would be bound to his victim's in departing. Enraged, Meceron spit the man out and decided to burn him for uttering such ludicrous words. However, to Meceron's dismay, as he drew the breath, he felt his life ebbing from him, and he stopped, dumbfounded. Meceron had been bested. Humbled, he flew to his cave, high above the kingdom, where he remained for months. When he finally emerged, he was a changed dragon. Meceron vowed to use his power to protect, rather than destroy. As he sought the Wizard who had cursed him, so that he could thank him for showing him the error of his ways, he found that the old man had been killed by a band of thieves. And with the Wizard that had cursed him, dead, the curse could not be lifted. And so Meceron was to bear the curse for the rest of his days.

I'll bite. What could possibly go wrong?

Name: Zaris
Race: Fox
Fighting style: Uses a katana to finish foes quickly.
Strengths: Blindingly fast fighting.
Weakness: Weak in a long battle.
Detail: Zaris is 6 foot tall. His fur is mostly red, with some white around and below his mouth. His ears and tail are tipped black.

Backstory: Zaris used to be part of a group of mercinaries. His skill with a katana made him far superior than his allies. He did it only for the money and hated the job. He has since left and now wanders, helping those who need it - whether it be for profit, or revenge. He enjoys the company of others and will never say no to help.

Name: Duron

GenesisJunkie : We got four people. You should be getting it all ready soon. If anyone else joins in that time that's great.

"Bloody brilliant! I'll do it and kick arse all while through!" Zaris shouts, a smile arising.

(ooc: You might want to check your grammar)

ooc: Going to give the response to someone else.

Summoning everyone else.
Eirinn :
MoblinGardens :
thenoobtester : Seriously guys, add this to your favorites. I'm not doing it solo.

Tails the Fox : (ooc) Lol thank you Tails. I hope you can enjoy my rp even though there will be grammar issues.

"I've never been to a real town" says Thinri. "I've always worked in the caves for my entire life" he adds. He thinks to himself that this will be an amazing adventure. He will get to see all kinds of new places. He thinks that maybe it was a good thing that he was exiled from the mine.

Zaris buries his face in his paw, slowly shaking his head. "It's rather stupid that you would do that. Why would you put it there in the first place? It sounds more like you are trying to kill us using the crabs. Rude." Zaris raises his head and says "We do need the boat though. You know what? We can do this easily!" His face brightens up, "I'll take them on! Haha!"

   Duron notices that the boat is rather small for four adventurers, especially with him being his size. On top of this, he and MeceronHe wonders how he will fit on it with everyone else.

(Ooc: I apologize. I failed to favorite, and was unaware that we had even started. Somehow I missed tails' summon)

"I can fly much of the way," Meceron "replies so that shouldn't present too much of an issue. You...I do not know. But I don't see how we have much of a choice at this time. Let's get to hunting treasure. A few crabs shouldn't be much of a problem for us. I've found bigger foes stuck on the bottom of my foot. And I haven't had seafood in a while" Meceron grins. "Let's get to it, men"

"Holy crap those things are huge!" yells Thinri at the top of his lungs. He knows he has no time to spare as the crabs have a huge size advantage on him. He moves as fast as he can towards one of the craps and swings his blunderbuss as hard as he can at one of the crab's leg with the axe head. "Let's try to bring you down to my size!" He says with enthusiasm. He cuts down the remainder of the legs with little difficulty. After the crab was limbless he aimed his gun right at it, and let a fiery ball hurl towards the crabs face. "That..took..a lot..of...effort" panted Thinri as he was trying to gasp for air.

(Ooc: Hehe, fixed )

MoblinGardens : (ooc: The craps? What are craps, lol)