Lord Meeker

Not knowing whether this be the man, the myth, and the legend himself, Voidus the First Lurker or a messenger, Rhazien kneels, in reverence and awe. He keeps his eyes down, not wanting to anger the possibly the most powerful man in all the Alleyverse. Rhazien dare not speak for the same reason. He felt his heart begin to beat a little faster.

"Uh, am I to assume that you have some of Voidus' soul in you Rock?" He asks. "I assure you Voidus, er you, will want to meet with me."

I think he meant ok.

"Hello, Mr...... Rock? Do you know where I can find Voidus?" Rhaz, asks not finding it weird to talk to a rock.

His first contact. Voidus. Yes. Possibly the most powerful being in the Alleyverse. He stops confusedly watching Rashan poking a rock with a stick. He notes that people look at it nervously and put distance between it and them. He sighs he walks up to Rashan, grabbing the stick. He tosses it behind him and bends down and casually picks the rock up. He brushes his cloak off with his free hand. "I must be off." He says. With that, he Elsecalls into the cognitive realm, curious to see if the rock turns into something else.

When you mess up a game of telephone, instituting the phrase "Journey before pancakes."

Rhazien crumpled it up. Tossing it to the side. He adjusted his mask and strode purposefully from the alley. He glanced at Drako conversing with a uncomfortable Akrasia. He double checked to see if he was being followed. Still no. His mind wandered back the the New Ghostbloods. "The complete and utter buffoons the lot of them. What they don't realize is that I could crush their puny organization in my fist." He muttered.

I thought that is what he was doing.

Rhazien takes out the package. Opening he sees a set of instructions. Was this part of his quest? He would surely find out. He carefully unfolded the paper and read the following.

"Yes, I know who you are and what you can do," Rhazien replied without breaking his stride. He could not help looking about. Yes, they were an odd group. The Alleyvillage was quite large. It was easy to get lost in this place. He could empathize with Kalmar. They walked down the street, stopping at an intersection. Rhazien pointed to a sign that read Alleyvillage Inn. He turns accepts the box discretely, slipping it into this cloak and robes. "There you go!" Rhazien exclaimed. "Now I must be off." He runs through the traffic, phasing between the wagons and people. He teleports to the top of a roof. He looked back at Drako and Kalmar, before vanishing into the alley below. "Sir do you want a cookie?" A man asked him. "Not now thank you." Rhazien turns to the man upon seeing Rhazien, he disappears from the alley.

People. Rhazien did not want to deal with people. The person who had spoken turned out to be Kalmar one of his old opponents. "Hello." Rhazien replied. "I do indeed know a place I will take you and Drako there." He began walking down the street, drawing odd looks from the people around him.

"Not much. Just disbanded the Ghostbloods is all. Not a biggie." He replies to Drako. Now how to lose this man?

Much as been going on in the Alleyverse that is for sure. But I felt like I needed to post this because much of us don't know what Freeform Roleplay is. Well, I found something that should define it thoroughly I hope. It is in the spoiler below, for length. This should help everyone learn how to do FFRP correctly. Anyways another reason to post this it to start an FFRP that heats up to The Guild War, if it does result in that. All of that will occur here to give us some practice. As I am posting this. I will be explaining/ storyboarding my quest in the quote below. I expect this to take at least a month and a half, and hope that many of you Alleyversers participate in this! Another thing, all guild interactions should happen here, unless it is top secret. Just as a heads up, please put non-rp chat in a different color or quote. "Rules" of FFRP @MacThorstenson thoughts as by @Voidus Rhazien left the gathering room. The room was rather more a representative table, where the guilds met and discussed topics. Much of them dissolved over arguing over Hemalurgy. No Rhazien could not stand this. He immediately dissolved the Ghostbloods. He did not want to be puppets to anyone or any group. He rubbed his Ghostblood tattoo absentmindedly. Septimus and Nei'an immediately took control forming the New Ghostbloods. He sighed. His spren, Atha, sat on his shoulder. He turned once more looking at the Mediator building before descending the stairs. Rhazien wore a simple traveling cloak, black on the outside and red on the inside. The only armor he wore were upon his arms. Spikes jutted from his pauldrons. He checked his aluminum shortswords at his waist and his broadsword upon his back. He secured his aluminum Kunai on his person. Rhazien flipped his hood up sidestepping into an alley, a safe, neutral one. He unhooked a white mask stylized with red. Placing it over his face. This was the true face of Rhazien. The world would fear him regardless of his association. Yes, fear. His favorite emotion to force upon other people. He was no longer Sahin the Just rather Rhazien the Undefeated. He walked to the place where he had stashed his most important belongings, notes, money, and other interesting things. He pulled a few bricks from a house, uncovering the satchel. Rhazien snatched it. He quickly checked the inside making sure nothing was taken. He breathed a sigh of relief. He checked to see if anyone was following him. He saw no-one. Good. nobody could know what he worked on. Time to be going. He threw on the satchel and fled the alley.

With his broadsword gone. He tries new and experimental. He pulls his two last kunai from his thigh and jabs them directly into Kane's eyes. With his enemy, partially if not completely, blind he summons Atha as a blade. He has to run out of metal soon. His belt that held it all is gone. Rhazien thinks. He sweeps his opponent from off their feet and skewers him in the chest with his Shardblade. Then changing his weapon to a large hammer he smashes it into his opponent's legs.

We were made then unmade

All members are up for grabs.

This information is indeed revelatory. This raises many questions for the future of many guilds, as for me and mine, the Ghostbloods, do not want any influence from the DA and its inducted guilds nor that of TUBA. We do not want to be enlisted in either the DA or TUBA ranks, as we believe in neither cause. At this moment consider the Ghostbloods disbanded. Please remove all Ghostblood related material from your signatures. All future assassinations, information leaks, infiltration, torture of non-Ghostblood members, Ransom of non-Ghostblood members, disappearances, and spying are no longer to be carried out by us. In turn, the following mentioned above are no longer our responsibility, agenda or a necessity. We no longer willingly add more blood to our hands. I encourage all former members to either join the Dark Ally or The Underground Bakery Association. I have taken upon myself a sacred quest and duty, I have uncovered things that must remain a secret lest the end of the Alleyverse occurs. Farewell friends and enemies alike, I bid thee farewell. Rhazien Voyld-En’ryn, known also as Mraize

I'll take that one out. Thanks for the notice