#typhin

Davin was plunged into a see of darkness. No light, no sound, for a time he was entirely alone. Then from behind him he heard a calm, confident voice speak. “Well what do we have here?” The owner of the voice walked around into davins view. He was a tall dark man in fine cloths. He was eyeing Davin with a air of amusement. “My name is Davin Messordeus, sir.” The man chuckled “Sir? How polite.” He stood directly in front of Davin now, a smirk playing across his face. He had an air of age to him, although he looked no older than forty. “My mother always said when I doubt you should be polite. It’s easy and can’t make anything worse.” The man gave an approving nod. “Wise woman. I am Typhin. Do you know that name boy?” He searched his memory for a moment before finding the names place. “My mother used to tell me story’s of the ancient gods, not the old ones, but the ones before them, and one was named Typhin. Although I’m afraid I can’t remember what he was the god of.” The man waved his hand dismissively. “Assigning gods specific rolls is a mortal fabrication. Although I’m beginning to like your mother quite a bit. Wise and both knows, and tells others of us old gods. Pitty she’s dead.” Devins heart skipped a beat, his stomach knotted, as he choked out his question. “Dead?” Typhin gave a solemn nod.  “Do you know what’s happening right now?” Davin shook his head, still realign from shock. “Allow me to explain. There is a group of immortals that call themselves the Shimval. They are seeking powerful items to aid them in their end goal. Which is why they came to your town.” Davin interjected. “Gods killed my mother?” His confusion evident on face. “Not gods, immortals. Immortals are those who do not naturally die, or who do now know death as you humans do. Gods are immortals with great power. The Shimval want power to become gods themselves. They are also seeking out our conduits in the world in an attempt to hinder our efforts to stop them. Conduits like the mask Edimus Crom just put on you. Edimus has been seeking out magical items for academic reasons for quite some time. This wasn’t a problem until the Shimval found out and have been tracking him down in an effort to obtain the items from him. This can not happen. Davin, I want you to become my tool. I will grant you power through my mask. Become my right hand, my instrument of destruction. Track down the immortals, and in my name, kill them all.” Davin was plunged back into absolute darkness. Typhin was gone. His head still spinning from the news of his mothers death. Then he opened his eyes and saw Edimus Crom’s hand drawing away from his face. He felt something surge through him, then his hands and his face grew cold. The professors backed away and watched as blue flames wreathed Davin’s hands and poured from the eyes and mouth of the black, skull shaped mask he now wore. Davin gripped his axe tighter, then turned to face the shifters. 

She kills imps with ease and grace before running the rest of the way up to the gate. She crosses into the incipisphere and into the land of clouds and frogs.

She prototypes a aviator googles sporting Falcon plush with the kernal sprite. Next she manages to activate the alchemiter and starts her challenge. She pulls out her 2xPistolkind weapons and kicks some target ass. She beats her challenge with ease and is now half way to getting into the planetary scenarios as the others.

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Seimei had been talking to Staree as she was being the server player for Biblio. Staree felt like playing now but couldn't be the server player for Seimei yet so she asked her morail, Typhin, if he'd like to play. Typhin decided he wanted to be the player so Staree became the server. Staree isnt' particularly good at games so she explored her side of the game, using the cursor to pick up a chair and launch it at Typhin [on accident of course], Clicking on tabs to see what was in it, and placing some of the equipment out. Meanwhile, Typhin was filling his capturelogue up with folding chairs and miscellaneous things. He finally opens the Cruxtruder, releases the Kernalsprite, and the count down starts. Staree suggests that Typhin's daruma be prototyped with the Kernalsprite and so it was done.

After crying about the loss of a jar of pickles [which she scarfed down to save them]. Staree tries to finish a bike she was working on. The bike is hardly together. She installs the engine and then talks to Seimei who wants the data to the game. She discover that you need 2 people to play, a player and server. Staree is not too worried about it and says she can play a little when she has time. Typhin, Staree's Morail, gets online. They want to hang out so Staree tries to figure out if she can get this bike done. With her new found drive, she gets the bike in working order in 2 hours. In the meantime, Typhin feels like he was being ignored. So just when Staree is taking off, he runs outside and throws a folding chair up in the air, he kicks it and grabs on. He makes it about a third of the way to Staree's hive. So he tries again. This time landing on the other side of Staree's by about a mile. He gets up and runs there, hitting a wall of the structure when he arrives. unfortunately, Staree has already left.

Typhin Haklux is a troll of goldren rod yellow blood. He lives in a hive that is like a training studio for fighting. like a down and dirty brawl with chair and other weapons. He has piles of folding chairs around his hive and a worn thru punching bag. He aspires to be a member of the Alternian Assassin Corps but has a questionable choice in weaponry. When he isnt training or assassinating, he's chillaxin' watching his favorite movies and playing fighting video games. He is morails with Staree, his lusus is a giant hercules beetle and he doesnt give a damn about class.