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A trench-coated figure walked across the grass, which was bloodied from previous wars, his trusty crowbar firmly in his left hand. This figure wore an ankle-length black trench-coat, which covered most of his body, while his short, light, almost grey brown hair flew in the breeze. This man was called Nightshade, and he was ready to serve justice against this lord of Oceansford. But, he was not alone, for he carried some friends with him.


Behind him stood a man of medium height, with short white hair, piercing purple eyes that showed great honor and chivalry, currently slumped on his right shoulder was his mighty sword, a 5-foot long claymore crafted from the finest of metals by the most experienced blacksmith in his hometown, an heirloom passed down in his family for generations, given to him by his father, wanting him to be the new wielder of the sword, just before he disappeared. The man also wore an aquamarine tunic, an large grey boots, as well as red worker's gloves on his hands. This man was a longtime friend of Nightshade's, known as Raji.


Behind Raji, stood a slightly shorter man, with spiky black hair and ocean-blue eyes, as well as a tight little frown on his face, showing that he was more serious than his white-haired companion. The man wore a green longsleeve shirt, black sweatpants, and blue boots. What some people didn't know about him, was that he was part wolf, on his father's side. He was called Balkin.


To the right of Balkin, was the tallest of the group, with grey eyes, long brown hair that went down to his mid-back, as a sign of respect for his sensei, who raised him as his own after his parents died. The man wore red wristbands, a lime-green gi, and was barefoot. He was named Tako.


To the right of Nightshade, was the youngest of the motley crew, about 16-17. This teen had messy shoulder-length blond hair, cerulean blue eyes, a yellow shirt, covered by a blue jacket, blue jeans, and white sneakers. He looked to be a normal teen, but you know what they say about looks and their tendencies to be deceiving. He had great psychic powers, and he was Takeshi Kishimoto.



Suddenly, Nightshade spoke. "Alright boys, we have a long journey ahead of us, and a limited time to get there. Now, some of you might not make it out of Oceansford alive, that you'll be brutally murdered at the hands of the castle's lord. So, if any of you feel like turning back home, now is the time." Not surprisingly, no one moved a muscle. Nightshade smiled. "That's what I wanna see! Now, Takeshi, you be the strategist/intel, in other words, you'll be telling us the best strageties for battling the lord's armies, as well as gathering information." "Understood, Nightshade!" Takeshi nodded in approval. Nightshade then turned to Balkin and Tako. "You two will be the brawn. You'll take out the armies, giving us a clear shot to the lord himself." "Right!" the two replied in unison. "Raji and I will fight the lord." Nightshade finished. "Now, are there any questions?"

"Yeah, what can I do?" came a voice from seemingly nowhere. All five men looked to see a tall, black, top hat, appearing out of thin air. Suddenly, a black-and-white man pulled himself out of the hat, albeit with some difficulty. The man then put on the hat, and the men got a good look at him. He wore a black tuxedo and spats, as well as white gloves. He looked like the typical 1920's-era gentleman. However, the men saw that he also wore Groucho Marx glasses one would find in a novelty store, as well as having large buckteeth, and a rather insane grin on his face. To put it frankly, he looked weird.

"Goofball A. McChuckles, at your service, sir!" Goofball said, throwing a salute and serious expression, sticking out his chest to look like a soldier. Nightshade facepalmed. "*Sigh*, OK, you can come too. But just try not to get in the way." "You can count on me, general!" the cartoon man exclaimed, throwing another salute. "Ugh, Raji, I'm gonna need a LOT of aspirin when this is over." Nightshade groaned to his friend.