The Exit Plan ((Nagrom - Open to all))

[Nagrom the Grim]

((Keep in mind, anyone who wants to join, the plot is a few years before his 13 human year on earth, its technically 12 and a half years in the past.))

Nagrom slowly walked out of the darkness, he had been walking for the past hour, he had contemplated killing humans every time he saw them. But he had managed not to do anything violent, just creepy. He looked around the Port, and could not see anyone any where, how ever he did see a boat, it looked a little run down, Nagrom walked towards it slolwy, his foot steps silent, he was listening out for any signs of life other than his own.

The boat was rather small and had moss growing up the sides, there was no ramp to connect it to the Port. He got tot he side of the Port, his arm length was enough to touch the boat, Nagrom would risk it, taking out the dagger he jumped forward and stabbed the dagger into the boat and began pulling himself up the side, eventually getting over the side and into the boat part One of his mission was completed.

Now part Two began the mast seemed to barely be able to hold itself up, and there were huge holes in the sails. Not that Nagrom knew what these things did. He sighed and began to look around the ship, getting to a certain point on the ship he looked up into the sky and froze, the moon... it.. it was green! he smiled and moved closer to the edge.. but then the moon returned to its normal colour... he signed and backed away...

As he backed away to his surprise he saw the moon turning green again, Something was on this ship... He looked down, risk the knife of walk, Nagrom decided for silence, he walked to the open hatch and began his decent into the bottom of the ship. Nagrom was searching frantically digging up panels of wood and turning tables over. Finally he found something, looking down at what he had found a small wooden chest. He stabbed the knife into the lock and tore it open, he looked inside with a grin, gold coins, but that's not what he wanted, there was a small broach inside the chest, it was in the shape of a scorpion it was made out of a dark metal and had an airy feel to it.

Lifting the broach up he realized there was nothing to fasten it to clothing until CRUNCH, the legs wrapped up into his finger, blood dripping from him, the bone held tightly. Nagrom slolwy made his way up the ship, he rolled over the side and onto the Port, the ship had began to sink, His dagger in his hand and the chest clutched to his chest with the scorpion attached arm. He sheathed the dagger and looked into the chest, putting the gold into his pocket and looking at the scorpion, His finger was numb and bleeding.

Getting to his feet he looked to the sky the red star was out... Nagrom's pain dissipated, as his eyes met the star. He was in a daze, the small metal scorpion then spontaneously caught fire, and dropped to the floor, Nagrom fell to his knees and continued looking up to the star.... "K...k... Chaos..." he whispered before getting his own mind back and looking around, quickly picking up the now not on fire scorpion and putting it in his pocket. He stood up and looked around quickly before turning to make his exit, the Port was not his way out of this town.

[Nagrom the Grim]

((sorry if last post was sucky, was quite drunk))

Nagrom came to his senses, he stood up, so he had found gold, and he had found an item that possessed dark magics. Nagrom had to think, what could this item do for him, it could be sold, it could be used as a weapon. He thought for a moment and began walking out of the dock, he already had a weapon... but... wait... no... it couldn't be that easy... Nagrom carefully this time lifted out the metal scorpion and placed it on the handle of his knife, and then what it did to his finger it did to the blade.

It burrowed its legs into the handle and coiled its tail over its head and into the base of the blade. The blades colour changed to a dark gray and the blade took on a rusted appearance, although it was a demon weapon it was clearly still sharp. He smiled, if just the contact of the metal with his blood would cause his limb to go numb, imagine what the blade could do now that both were merged, Chaos Runes and Dark Poisons. Wait... what was he thinking, Chaos Runes.. then it hit him, the change had already began to take effect, he was gaining back some of his memory, and it seemed to be just in time.

He smiled at the dagger, the ivory like handle, with black runes engraved into it, all most the colour of blood when seen in the right light. And the scorpion design that was now wrapping itself around the handle and connected to the blade, the blade itself had changed, it was originally a straight blade, but now it was almost like a bowie knife with a little thinner moving up from the base, like the blade was now an extension of the scorpions stinger.