alright.  I'm going to go ahead and post a couple things, then.

First, of all I am giving, Clerics, Paladins, and anyone with a religious background, a power called exorcism, where they can exorcize any demon, given they are at low enough health.

Now, let's begin.

It is a dark and stormy, night, in the village of, newport.  Every door, is closed, and all of the lights have been turned, off.  All accept one, which belonged to a local, inn.  You guys walk, in, hoping to find shelter from the storm.  To your left there is a warm, crackling fire, with chairs next to it, and to the right, is a receptionist.  You guys check in, but before you do, you all get around the fire, and introduce yourselves.

A tall, gaunt and pale girhyanki man in a dark grey hooded cloak, soaked with rain, looks around the room.  Muttering something, the water on his cloak rises in the air, coalesces, and forms a chunk of ice.. which he grabs and tucks into a pocket. shape water   He lowers his hood, revealing a balding head and grey beard, and selects a chair, placing his pack on the floor as he sits.     Under the cloak he wears grey scale mail of an exotic design.

”So- the storm brings us together.  I’m Morgobar,  most just call me Morg.   I’m a sage- expert on fiends of the outer planes.   And a dabbler in the arcane arts.  And you are?” 

A gold scaled Dragonborn with two longswords, on over his left shoulder, the other on his right hip, sits down as well.

My name is Thrax Burnclaw, Knight of Tymanther. I’ve been wandering the realms for some time, searching for just causes to lend my blade…

A long dark haired human female with amber eyes that seem alive at night gives a nod to Morg and Tymanther. "Ruby, you can call me Ruby, I am a hunter of a sort. A score to settle if you will. Company is welcome on nights like this." She wears a dark cloak with two small red vials across a shoulder strap and carries several weapons.

A tall, slender figure stands off to the side, partially in the shadows.  Wearing leather armor with two short swords on his pack.  "Vaelthaunyl Willowvane, wood elf from the Obscure Forests."    You hear the receptionist wisper quietly, "Deadeye is here."  Looking at the receptionist with a slight scowl, "I am here for the hunt."   Looking back at Morg, slightly intrigued, "So, who are these seven princes?"

Another Dragonborn walks into the tavern. Her deep blue scales contested by her bright demeanor. You notice a quarterstaff hanging from her back but by the way she carries herself it doesn't seem to be her main weapon. She gives a slight wave to the group and heads over. Perched on her shoulder there is an owl who seems to be sleeping. 

"Good evening to you friends! I'm Seri Delmirev," She says with a small grin. "And this fine bird here is Rum." she explains as she gives familiar a small pet. 

(Ooc : not sure how much Morg knows, but he will share what he can) 

(Ooc: My bad, I think I confused Morg as someone calling us together for a quest)

(Ooc: Would we know anything at this point?  Are we here at the inn by random chance?  Or, have bwe been called to do a job?)

(Ooc:You were called here, you will find out who called you after a bit.)

(Ooc:probably if there are any more introductions, I will wait for those.)

I'll make my character's introduction today, but later. I don't have the time to do it right now.

alright

Idris walked in the tavern using his warhammer as a walking stick for long travels, his messy blonde hair soked in water allowed people to look at his blazing green eyes like a magical and beautiful forest if you looked into them. He looked around like if he was searching for someone until he saw a group made of individuals that definitely came from diferent places around the world, realising that they must be here for the same reason as him.

He approach the group with a smile "You must be here to deal with the seven princes of hell just like me. My name is Idris Tamiel, but Idris is fine. It is a pleasure to meet all of you." Said in a very nice voice. Now that he was closer you could notice the amulet hanging form his neck that appeared as a waterfall plunging into still pool, and a longsword hanging from his belt to his left.

You see a figure heading down, the stairs.  He is a human, andhe seems, tall, and handsom, with black hair, and he is wearing a cloak.  He looks at you and sais "So you must be the ones, who I have recruited, to hunt down the 7 princes with me", he takes a seat, and continues "I am Lu Fierc, but you can call me Lu, I have gotten a lead, on the seven princes, as 6 people have gone missing.  And we need to stop each of the pinces, before they, can meet back at the town square, and unleash hell on earth.  But first, they must each grab a magical, item, which they will, need.  Beelzebub, has his stinger, Mammon, has his crown, Leviathan, does'nt have anything, because he is a sea beast, Asmodeous has his middle head, Satan has his pitch fork, and Lucifer, will need his, wings.  We will track down, each and everyone, of them, and stop them from getting them.  Oh yeah, and whoever the leader is, you are going to need this".  He put a crucifix, down on the couch.

Morg stands up, his bald head reflects the light of the fire, and his bushy eyebrows and long beard wave about as he talks. “Ahem.. well..I am the sage and scholar Morgobar- and yes- I am here for this mission, which my studies have led me to believe is of the utmost importance.  And, as a scholar of considerable experience, I’m concerned that.. er.. this group may not be fully ..err… equipped for the purpose that lies before us.  Before any take offense at this observation, please note I, count myself amongst those unready to face devilkind of such.. renown.  Regardless of my concerns,   I will carry this device and serve to lead us, as long as we shall live, to the best of my ability- unless someone objects. “.  He looks around the room at the group, with a serious stare, which must just be his normal appearance.  

Thrax is a soldier and is well accustomed to taking orders from a superior and understands that he is NOT the best choice to lead this quest. He looks to Morg an nods his acceptance of the proposal