<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br/><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Koschei's turf<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Traveling, recruiting<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Koschei</strong></div><br/>Being sensitive to that sort of thing, Rumplestiltskin sensed when a mage was using magical energy for whatever purpose within his vicinity. He hardly had to ask again when the townspeople shouted the name of his prospective new ally. Koschei the Deathless? Oh, that sounded too good to be true. If he could also master death...well, whether this Koschei was willing to part with that secret or not, Rumple was going to pursue him. Such a title could befit only one who walked down a dark path, just the sort of chap he was looking for in an ally, not a mere underling. Of course he would still be ranked beneath Rumple, but still miles higher than any of his foot soldiers.<br/><br/>An enchantment spell, designed for transportation. Intriguing. He knew Snow White was in possession of magic mirrors built for that purpose. It would be useful to have a mage with the ability to transport his armies quickly. He held out his arm, feeling the empty space in front of him for the scar left behind by the dimensional shift and found it. Like the tiniest crack of light seeping through the edge of a tightly closed door, he located it and pried it back open, the air temperature fluctuating and light emanating seemingly from nowhere. Wherever Koschei had gone, he was determined to follow, even if it led him on a chase through all four continents.<br/><br/>"You are all to remain here! Occupy the town, it belongs to me now! When I return if every family has not sworn allegiance to me or fled, I want it burned to the ground!" he ordered. He had no idea how long it would take him on his errand but he assumed it would at least be long enough to have his army bolstered by the addition of the menfolk to his ranks and the spoils of conquest there added to his resources, as poor as this burg may have been.<br/><br/>The woods he emerged in could hardly be distinguished from day or night, so thick was the cover. Surely this would deter even the most desperate of thieves from approaching what he assumed was Koschei's stronghold. Well, no matter. Rumplestilstkin, being from the hot, dry desert himself, conjured up a fire spirit, a flaming ifrit, a small winged imp with horns and wings of fire. It lit up the darkness and guided its summoner to the only place in the forest that wasn't the result of nature - Koschei's family home.<br/><br/>Rumplestilskin decided to do the safe thing and not confront Koschei in his own home, as unfamiliar territory would put him at a disadvantage, and surely such a mage would have security measures within his own home that Rumple could not anticipate. He instead amplified his own voice. "Koschei the Deathless! If you are truly as frightening to the peasants as I have been told, then I have a great offer to bestow! Follow me, the Dark One, Rumplestiltskin, and reign glorious over all the lands as our enemies bow the knee and tremble!" he began to laugh at the last bit, just imagining Snow White on her knees right in front of him. Soon enough, he thought contentedly.