[b][i][u]Oaths not meant to be kept.[/u][/i][/b] [b]A sunny day is how we usually start these, but not today. Today it was cold, wet, and miserable. The sky was clouded with gray clouds pouring rain down. It was in the forest near the Dojo, the canopy couldn't stop the rain, where it happened. The rift stated small, a little spark of purple energy that split open and folded outwards into a tear in the air, like a three dimensional hole. Inside was a swirling mist of energy, purple and black strands of the Void, draining the life from the plants around them. Very abruptly, however, a figure was launched out of the rift by a rather large tentacle, accompanied by guttural yelling as the rift sealed. This left the new figure laying on the ground. From the waist up, he was quite normal. A tanned Caucasian male, brown hair, thick tan jacket, red t-shirt and a leather knapsack. Nothing too special. His fingertips were purple, like they had been dipped in dye that was bleeding down his hands. But it was below the waist that was interesting. Below the waist was a large snake's body. Or at least it looked like it. It was deep purple with lighter spots, and looked exactly like a snake's body, just human sized, Except it was smooth. Like a salamander smooth. The figure slowly rose, rubbing it's head as it started speaking, practically yelling as it 'stood'[/b] [i]"Dra shla desima zim?! Xi cra fram xzyimas tarvim! Gimaskla. Yim xi se comst Val xik Zithral?"[/i] [b]At this, the rift opened again and a jagged sword, the blade bleeding the same purple from the top downwards like his fingers, was thrown out into the ground near him.[/b] [i]"Triska Yi!"[/i] [b]He yelled, in a more thankful anger as the rift closed as he pulled the sword from the ground, sheathing it at his side. The figure looked around, apparently trying to figure out where he was, when a new figure approached. [/b] [spoiler]Intro. You're the figure, or you can do something else.[/spoiler]