A little bit of destruction

[Melanthe]

After aimlessly wandering for a week, Melanthe had grown to be extremely bored. After stumbling into these plains the only thing to fight were a few lizards and ugly plants. He had even been struck by lightning. His polearm made an excellent lightning rod at the time. After sitting on a rock for an hour or two he had finally come up with a way to attract something fun. After spotting the nearest lightning tower, he leapt up into the air above it. Once he hit a good height, Melanthe aimed his Crescent spear at the tower, then began to descend. Hopefully by showing off, something will come by to challenge whatever was strong enough to obliterate a tower. He had come crashing down onto the building, breaking through the ceiling and through to the bottom. The walls of the lightning tower began to crumble around him, as he stood up and pulled his Crescent from the ground. Hopefully something would come soon.

[darkhall]

as i walked through the thunder plains i was hoping that thunder whouldnt strike me. He saw another person in the distance, as he walked a bit further he saw a shop and went in as he said "Phew im away from the thunder a bit".

He then sat down as he heard someone come into the shop.

((ooc: if this isnt good please tell me and ill improve thanks))

[Melanthe]

No one had come to where melanthe was, so he ended up leaving the destroyed lightning tower in boredom. As he meandered around, he stumbled on a travel agency. The only other thing he could think of doing was to fall asleep, and a corner within this travel agency was more than enough. As he entered, Melanthe noticed another person there, though dismissed him since he never came to where he was earlier. After resting Crescent up against a wall, Melanthe sat in the corner, and began to doze off.

((ook: well the only thing i noticed that you could work on is staying in either third or first person, but other than that your doing fine))

[Tycho]

Tycho, a thread that connects the many worlds of the tale of Final Fantasy, enters the travel center and cracks his neck. He sees a man with a large pole arm lazing about and another resting as well, though he can tell by the weapon and a thick tome that the other man is a sort of magic warrior, the likes of which he's seen before in other worlds and times. Deciding to take a lithe form he grows to around six and a quarter feet tall and adjusts his mass so he might weight two-hundred pounds wet. Taking note of the strange dress in the land he changes his clothing to reflect his view of it and ends up with a black jacket over a silver jumpsuit with a scabbard made of thick leather belts with a fat leaf bladed sword tucked in it.

That all done he smiles waits to see if the lazy beings have seen him change.

[Melanthe]

Melanthe had open his eyes and stretched out. The nap didn't last long, and he was still a little sleepy. He stumbled onto his feet, grabbed onto Crescent, then leaned onto it.
"About time some people showed up."
He held his hand with an open palm to Darkhall.
"Thundara."