"The Equipment Necessary"

[Whatevr89532]

Six young men. So far that was what had been revealed to the Prophet. Of course it confused him, but who was he to question fate? Only the messenger, after all.
So each of them: Bob (or 'Gil'), Ryan, Adam, Matthew, Jace, and Noah, had found in his mail this morning a simple note:
"There's trouble brewing in the north--I'm sure you've heard of it. Well, it's going to be bigger and worse than anyone can imagine, and you are able to help stop it."
Followed by the address and the time, 6 PM sharp.
The Prophet glanced at a grandfather clock against a wall in the small antechamber. It was 5:59. Any minute now...

[Nosnits]

Matthew knocks on the door. (Or doorframe if there's none) "Hello, is anyone here?" He asks.

[Sasha]

Ryan shows up on time and joins the guy waiting outside wondering whats going on.

[Whatevr89532]

The door is quickly opened to the first two, and a black cloak gestures the two toward a set of comfortable chairs in the entry room. "Make yourselves comfortable," says the owner of the cloak in a somewhat deep, though not quite ominous voice. It's really hard to tell this guy's age...especially since every bit of skin and his eyes are shadowed by the cloak and weak lighting in the room.

[Sasha]

Ryan shrugs. " Ok i guess." he goes to sit.

[Josie]

Noah stopped as he reached the temple, holding the note. He was dressed as if he came right from his work in the castle, though in his leather backpack was his "other self", Sir Iron-Face. He was clad in a simple dark green shirt, blue pants, brown boots and his goggles on top of his head. He looked at the note the at the doorway.

~If they were asking for Iron, this could be trouble. The king has already raised the bounty on my head thanks to the raid I did on his cart a few weeks ago...~ He thought to himself. Though an idea quickly presented itself. Just say he was asked of someone in the church to fix the hanging chandelier pulley system. If they brought it, they wanted Iron Face, he'd say he'd forgot a tool and zip out, change into his costume and enter through a window. If they just wanted to see himself, then no worries. He smiles slightly and knocked.

[Whatevr89532]

Again the cloaked man opens the door and gestures to a group of chairs and couches a little farther in. "Welcome. Make yourself at home while we await the other three guests for a moment." There are four comfy chairs and a couch...exactly enough for six people...arranged in a semicircular pattern around a blank space, with a wall to that space's back.

[Jacqueline]

Jace approaches the building with a feeling of curiosity. Someone had requested his help. What good could a writer be? He knocked on the door.

[Nosnits]

Matthew sits on a chair.

[Josie]

"Ah, thank you sir." He answers the shadowed man and bowed to him before entering the room. He looks at the arrangement of the chairs and the two others the are sitting down. He recognized one being Ryan, the local blacksmith. He had done lot of business with him in the past, though since he was working with the king's resources now he didn't need to go out and request for items as much as he did. Noah didn't know Matthew though, has probably never been to his store....

Noah sat down at the far-est right seat, removing his backpack from his back and places it next to him. He made sure the band were tight before doing this. In a sense this bag could kill him if anyone looked into it.

[Whatevr89532]

The cloaked man lets Jace in next. "Welcome. Make yourself at..." he starts, before the grandfather clock off to one side starts chiming loudly the hour of 6 o'clock. Not bothering to yell over the bells, the cloaked man gestures toward the couch as it seems to be the only seating left, with enough room for two people on it.

[Jacqueline]

Jace nods at the man to signal he's understood, then makes his way over and sits down on the couch.

[Whatevr89532]

For a moment there is an awkward pause, the cloaked man pacing back and forth across the part of the room behind the chairs and couch. Finally he stops and moves toward the focal point of the group. "It seems we're one man shy...but he can catch up. This is much too important to postpone it another minute." By now he's reached the middle, and turns around, cloak moving a bit extra on momentum but quickly resetting itself to normal position, all without exposing a single bit of his body. "What I'm going to say will sound crazy to you. Or would without some background information...so, I'll start with that.

"I am from a city known as Murakil, in the distant north from here. The only reason I am able to stand before you today is that I am one gifted and cursed with the power of prophecy, and received a warning of the attack exactly one month in advance." He begins pacing slightly. "Now I'm sure all of you have heard the rumors of trouble up north--particularly something about the rise of an evil warlock-king, some kind of monstrous shadow-creatures appearing out of nowhere and swallowing people whole. I'm here to tell you those rumors are quite true. Four of the five major kingdoms up north have lost their entire royal families and are no longer able to see the sun. And there isn't any sign this is going to stop soon."

[Sasha]

So what does this have to do with us

[Nosnits]

Matthew nods at what the prophet is saying with a grave look on his face. "Wow, that's bad, but I agree with him" He says, gesturing towards Ryan.