Dragon Warrior

KOTR Nothing special here. The Trail to Loidchester sinks behind you. Poor Avric.

KOTR Loidchester Buildings: Pub Item Shop Weaponry Inn Armory Arena Casino Pet Store Resident1 Resident2 People: Man1 Man2 Necromane1 Necromane2 Luke Elf1 Elf2 Woman

Lol. Fat and big bird then ^_^ And with tusks? C'mon! Your cheeks are taking too much room for where your brain is XD No offense. I'm just drunk off soda O.o I SWEAR TO DRUNK I'M NOT GOD!

gamemasterkev00 Nothing great here except a chicken. It's clucking happily at you. ---------- Spikey Nothing special here, but a baby imp. It played at your heels.

Tyniah wasn't a push over. His spells of illusions knocked Sariyah clearly out of statistics. Though, Sariyah ha agility and strength on his side, what good was it if he couldn't get near enough to Tyniah to assail him. "What do you want with her anyways?" Sariyah asked while dodging an energy ball shot from Tyniah's palm. "She is no good to you now that you know she's a white mage and not a black one!" "I have other uses for white mages. With her, I cannot be defeated. Her healing powers will help me succeed in world domination." "You're sounding cliche." "Darn it! I hate sounding cliche!" Tyniah grew furious and lifted Sariyah off the ground and slammed him into a wall. He fell to the ground, wiping blood from his lip. "Now, I shall kill you and use your soul to cast this world into illusions." Sariyah began to sweat in the heat of battle, but he luckily used his speed to leap to his feet, grab a spear held by a small goblin, shake the goblin off, and chuck it at Tyniah. He got it right in the right shoulder. Falling to his knees, Tyniah slowly pulled the spear from his collarbone and winced as he did. Staring at the enraged Sariyah, he spit to the ground. "You scum." "You're the only scum," Sariyah said, pointing at Tyniah with his sword tip. "Casting this world into a dark illusion to make everything your playground is sick. And what you did to all these attractive black mages and Irima is even sicker. Now release them all and myself or die!" "Burn in hell!" "Fine." Sariyah charged, sword drawn and ready to strike when suddenly, Tyniah was gone. For that fact, so was the whole cave. He was suddenly in a dark lair full of broken mirrors and clocks ticking counterclockwise. "What is this--" "Like it?" a voice answered for him. "Made it myself." "Is that you Tyniah." "Haha... well... yes." "Show yourself you coward." "Oh, I'm actually standing right before you." Sariyah felt a kick to his stomach and he collapsed, holding it. Tyniah appeared where he was standing the whole time. "Oh right... you're just a silly elf. You don't know of any good magic." Tyniah smirked at the quivering Sariyah. "And now, you, your girlfriend, and all the other mages shall perish in what shall be soon known as my world of illusions!"

"Take him away!" Tyniah commanded his minions and Sariyah was dragged off, grinning for he knew of Irima's secret. That she was just a simple white mage. "Now then, my pretties... wait... no, no... that sounds used. Ah yes! Now then, my beauties... no. That's so cliche. Hmm..." He tapped a finger on his chin as he thought. "Uh... Now then, my magies?" a small goblin minion suggested. "What? That's crazy! That's stupid! That's--fine." Tyniah turned back to the 12 crystals. "Now then, my MAGIES, I shall use you all as a sacrifice to power my plan. So sorry." He put his 2 index fingers to the sides of his forehead and hummed a tune as he closed his eyes and concentrated his energy on the crystals. They glowed with an awesome power and the first one shattered, causing the black mage to become nothing, but smoke. The 2nd followed as did the 3rd, 4th, 5th, and so on until it reached Irima's. It did not break. "What is all this?" Tyniah broke his trance and shouted. "I'm not sure, sir. Is she really the Black Quessir? Maybe she isn't." "Are you saying I'm wrong?" The goblin cowered before it's master. "Bring me the male elf! He has something to do with this!"

Haha! Yeah! But not meant to be a guy having the slops or being constipated. That did not go through my mind. He was actually orginally suppose to he waving his arms with his head up higher, but somehow it now looks like he wants the dancing guy to scream at his a$z.

I had just added it to my sig right when you posted, sir ;) So meh!

Yes. The walrus is great. Squeaky! The walrus owns JOO!

My new commercial I made with stick figures! Don't we all just love it! WARNING: This may be crazy enough to make you laugh! O.O;;

Lol. I know! It kind of disturbs me now. Maybe I should change it XD

After the good meal, the two of them laid back in their beds and stared at the ceiling, happily full. "What a meal..." Sariyah bellowed. "Yes, that it was," Irima answered. Sariyah stared at her strangely. "That didn't make any sense." "Yeah." She gave him a crooked smile. "You're drunk!" "Maybe." She giggled and fell to the floor. There was a sudden sound of a splash and Sariyah lifted his leg which dangled off the side of the bed. "If you're going to hurl, don't do it on my boots." "That wasn't me." They both looked around, then saw water cascading down the wall. There was no particular hole it came from. Then the room got cold and merky and the bed disappeared, dropping Sariyah on his rear. "Ouch," he rubbed his behind. "What's going on? Am I hullucinating?" "If you are, then so am I." They both stood up and peered around as the room magically turned to a cave behind a waterfall. "What's going on?" "It's all very simple, actually," said a familiar voice. Then, Remophelle came waltzing out through the waterfall and toward the two. "You!" Sariyah said, caught off guard by Remophelle's sudden appearance. "What's going on?" "How should I put this..." he asked himself and put a finger to his chin. "Ah yes, you have been tricked." The waiter suddenly became some kind of stout, black troll-like creature with a ponytail emerging from the top of his head. "What are you?" Irima shouted at the little beast, now totally aware of her surroundings. "Your worst nightmare," the little monster bared his teeth as he spoke. Sariyah made a mocking expression. "Oh, c'mon! That's been used so many times!" Sariyah drew his sword in frustration. "Uh uh uh!" The little black beast waved his hand and Sariyah's sword was flung from his hand and jabbed into the cave wall. "Now then, you shall both come see my master and I mean now!" Sariyah and Irima peered at each other. Irima's staff was clear across the room near the goblin monster. They sighed and followed unwillingly.

Lol. So he does! That crazy knee-slappin' stick man dude guy person! I just get them for no reason. It wasn't really any trouble to make this O.o :)

Monte didn't move. He was petrified by the drooling beast before him. He pawed at it and closed his eyes. [i]I want to go back home where I can play with my dog I had as a child. I wanna see my family! My baby sister![/i] The monster shrieked and ran off into the mist. Monte opened one eye, then, seeing that it was clear, opened the other. He leaped for joy, then started running, pulling Irima and Sariyah without warning. He charged through the mist and in moments, they were out and had a clear view of the forest. The mist dissolved and was gone for good. Monte beamed. "I am the man! Who's da man? Monte's the man! Oh yeah, oh yeah! You don't mess with the Monte, monsters. No, no! Unless you want a whoopin'! Who can defeat Monte? No one! Who can defeat Monte? N--" "Sariyah can," Sariyah said with an arm around Monte's neck. Then he smiled and gave the old gambler a noogie. "Haha! You did it, Monte. You lead us out. Good work for your first day." "Thanks." Monte felt his neck. "Yeah, we should set up camp, aye, Irima?" He looked at her and she was staring down at blood on her leather armor. "Irima, are you bleeding?" She looked up with a worried expression on her face. "It's not my blood. It's..." Monte didn't feel so well, suddenly. He collapsed, grasping his waist. Sariyah and Irima ran to him and removed his arm. "Oh my God!" Irima shouted and put a hand to her mouth. "You're... you're bleeding, Monte!" "Just a flesh wound," Monte winced. "Irima, heal him!" Sariyah gave her a sharp look. She was already too queezy from the bloodshed to pick up her staff. "Do it! His life depends on it!" "I-- I can't!" "And why the Hell not?" "I--used all my magic in battle." Sariyah lowered his head. Monte whimpered. "Am I going to die?" Monte began to cry a little. "No." Sariyah lifted his head and stared Monte in the face. "No, you're not. We can fix this... we can... can't we?" He looked at Irima for supprt. She just turned away. Not even Irima wanted this. Sariyah turned back, lost in thought. "Listen, Sariyah, thanks for helping me out at the casino. I did trick you, but you stuck through. This journey may of been my end, but I'm glad I ended it for your cause. You... you were my only friends." "I'm glad to be it, Monte," Sariyah nodded. He couldn't cry. It wasn't in him. Irima did, though. As did Monte. "You're not going to leave us." "It's my time. Blasted monsters. I guess they got the best of me. I'll get them while I sleep." "No... I may of not liked you much... OH, what am I saying? I hated your guts... but to see you like this... it's just not right!" Monte nodded with little ease. "I understand. I'll miss you both. You also cured my gambling problem. That ruined my life, my family, my everything. Now, for that, I shall pay with my own life." Sariyah bowed his head again. "You won't die. I won't allow it." He lifted it again and his eyes went wide. "Monte? Monte?" He shook Monte's form and dropped it after moments later. He bowed his head once again. "Is he--" Irima started. "He's gone." Sariyah stood. It began raining again and the spot where Monte lay dead, it didn't pour on. That day, the birds sang for Monte.

Way ahead of ya, Kev ;) Just look at me new banner!

Yeah. people told me to remake the other into a sig banner, but I decided to just make another goofy-looking one XD The guy slapping his knees didn't turn out the way I pictured it O.o;;

I don't know why you people think it's gonna go in my sig :p ^_^ But anywho, yes, the Is is goofy, yet very awesome and sexy O.o I'll make another thing for my sig :<

A crack of thunder, a flash of lightning. The whole forest was illuminated with wonderful and horrifying features of the stormy skies. Dreadful rain poured down on the trio, but they pressed on, determined to make it in time for the Masked Ball at the Knight's Court. Irima fell back behind the group, shunning the harsh rain and winds. Sariyah noticed this and gave her his cloak to shield her. She accepted the gift happily and they went on. Monte looked back and shrugged. "Come on, ladies! We don't have all day!" Monte suddenly found a sword to his throat, but when Sariyah was pulled back by Irima, he saw it was just it's cabbard. "Grumpy!" The storm lasted all day, but the trio couldn't. Often they fell to the soggy ground in the pouring rain, wishing for it to stop. When it didn't, they stood and went on. Sariyah gave Irima a hazy look. "Can't you cast a spell and make this rain stop?" "I'm a white quessir," she shouted over the sound of the rain. "I can't cast such spells." "Drats." Sariyah shivered. He was soaked. Irima was even damp as hell even with the cloak. It just got wet anyhow. Monte didn't seem so well. He coughed and sneezed. He didn't look very pleased neither. Just as Sariyah felt he would collapse, they went to the top of a mountain and saw a beautiful landscape. Trees across mountains, the skies in the East sunny and warm. The rain had stopped, but they didn't notice. They were too fixed upon the view. "There," Monte pointed to a small icon in the distance. "That's Aurocon Castle. The Knight's court is there." "Good. Then we know we're on the right trail." "That may be," Monte agreed, "But we are also in danger. I hear the mists are closer to the castle than anywhere else. We may experience some trouble down there." He nodded his head at the forest below. "We can make it," Irima said confidently. They then started down the hill towards the forest. The woods looked dark and dreary once in them, unlike what they were staring down at them from the hilltop. "Why is it so hazy?" Sariyah asked, waving a hand to swat the bugs. "Mists," Monte said, his eyes peirced. "You sure?" Irima asked, but it was suddenly pitch dark. This is just what it's like to be trapped in the mists. "Positive." There was a sudden howl and the group was ambushed by monsters.

I used the Neverwinter Nights font for the "Is" so yeah, it's weid ^_^ But it's perdy. Hehe. He waves!

This is nothing special, but I made it for my site in my sig. The little stick guy in it waves XD Yays!

"MORNING!" Sariyah leapt clear into the air and hit his head on a tree branch. Falling to the ground and rubbing it, he peered at an ever-so-jumpy Irima. "I made breakfast!" "Wha--how did you heal so fast?" Sariyah winced. "I'm a white mage. We heal faster than you... well... than you!" She held out a flat rock with fish on it. Sariyah made a mocking face at it, but took it with a smile to please her. He hated fish now that he's had it so much. Monte rolled over and grabebd Irima's leg in his sleep. She jumped and kicked his face, giving him a rude awakening. "Ow!! Son of a--" He got up with a bloody nose. "I'm sorry, Monte," Irima apologized with a grin. "You can't do that to me." Monte put a hand out. "'Tis alright. Think nothing of it." He fell back and Irima decided to just toss the fish on his chest. Seconds later, knights on horseback rode through their camp, but stopped at the sight of them. "I say, milady, do you per chance know where the Black Quessir is?" "Who wants to know?" Sariyah answered for her. He appeared to still be sleeping so no one paid any mind to him until he spoke. His hair still remained over his face and his head bowed. "We are the Knights of the Court of Aurocon. Sent by the King himself to stop the Mists before they become well spread." "Like peanut butter," the second knight said. "I am Sir Rogan and this is my counterpart, Sir Wade. We travel far to seek the Black Quessir and stop this madness!" "It's crazy!" Wade added. "We don't know this Black Quessir," Irima replied sweetly. Sir Rogan gave her a look of happiness. "Okay, milady. Thank you. That is all." he then turned to Sariyah who hadn't moved since their arrival. "Sir," he said with a nod. Sariyah lifted a lazy hand and waved a little. "Let's ride off, Wade! Yah!" He kicked his horse's side and he was off down the trail. "Off we go like two fish stuck in upstream!" His similes were terrible, but he was gone in a flash, nevertheless. Irima wiped sweat from her forehead. "This is getting dangerous. I wish I could somehow convince everyone I'm not the Black Quessir and it's a lie!" Sariyah finally lifted his head. "Here's an idea." Irima looked curious now. "Talk to the King." "The King?" "Yeah." Irima looked shocked. "I can't just waltz into his court and say I'm not the Black Quessir, now can I?" "If we get there, I'll do all the talking. You just follow any plan I have." "I dunno..." She looked away and into the flames of their fire. "Just trust me. We'll leave this afternoon when Monte heals his silly wound. It'll take some time to get there. Like, weeks, but with Monte being a good guide, we can't lose." "I guess." "Then it's settled. Now how about more fish. I may be sick of it, but I'm as hungry a bear in hibernation!" "Your similes are worse than Sir Wade's!" Irima laughed.

Spikey Yu disappeared! What the... ------------ gamemasterkev00 Nothing special here, but imp droppings. Maverick ate some. O.o;;

Sariyah then sighed and looked back at Irima. "If you need me that much," he began and her eyes lit a little, "and if you can stand being near my job," she grew happier, "I do need a healer..." "Yes!" She stood, but fell back down in pain. Sariyah shook his head and smiled. "Calm down." And then he served some dinner. Later that night, someone crept around their camp. Irima slept soundly with her bandages on her and Sariyah sat with his back against the tree next to her. The figure crept closer and closer. It was a shadow of a man. To be precise, Monte! He crept to Irima and was about to touch her when a sword laid against his throat. "Hello, Monte," Sariyah said with a frown. The fire illuminated his face in the most horrifying ways. "Uh, hello Mister Sariyah." "What do you want?" Sariyah didn't move the blade. "I simply wanted to... uh.. thank you for your good deeds back at Akubar." "You need a better excuse than that." "Umm... I want to repay you?" Monte was tossed down, sword to throat, Sariyah angered. "BECAUSE OF YOU, I LOST ALL MY MONEY! IT WAS ONLY HER DOING THAT GOT IT BACK!" Irima gradually awoke and saw Sariyah's act. "Sariyah!" She shouted. Then she saw Monte. "Oh. It's him. What does he want?" "To repay you two! Honest!" He shivered under Sariyah's wake. "What do you think Irima?" Sariyah questioned her. Irima glared at the cowering male under Sariyah's falchion and slowly her frown faded. "Let him go." "What?" Sariyah and Monte said at once. "If he messes up again, I personally get to kill him." Sariyah let Monte up and he grovelled. "Thank you, thank you! SO MUCH!" "Yes, yes..." Irima waved him off. "I thank you! I do!" "Good. Now go!" "Thank you so much! I--" Sariyah knocked Monte out and they all got some rest.

"Oh, I'm a happy elf, that I am, I cross a river by a dam. I sing a tune, I whistle a song, I dance and laugh all night long. Hahahahaha! I'm a happy elf, that I am, loving a lion like a lamb. With a spring in my step and love in my heart, With a smile my day will start!" Sariyah leapt over to a river and washed his face after the joyful singing. nodding as he did, he rubbed his eyes clean of any sleep sand and jumped back up to a stand. He beamed. he was quite happy that day. So on he went, following the river side as he sang. "Oh, I'm a happy elf, that I am, I can be gentle but be tough as a ram. I like to sing, I like to dance, and I--" His singing stopped when he saw sight of a figure floating down stream. He couldn't make out who it was until they got near. His eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and all happiness leaked away. "You've gotta be... how in the... eh... nyah... nyaaahhh... WHY GOD?!" he jumped into the water and walked towards Irima's body. He was up to his shoulders in water, but he managed to drift her towards shore. He placed her on the grass and pushed on her chest. "Breath!" Nothing. He kept on trying and sure enough, water sputtered out. She began choking and that was the time Sariyah noticed the arrow. Why she still was not aware of her surroundings, Sariyah yanked it out. "OOOWWWW!!!" She gained her vision and saw Sariyah. "Why you little--Sariyah!" She jumped up and hugged him, but quickly fell back on the grass with a wince. "You're injured. Take it easy." He pushed her back down when she tried to get up. Sariyah stood and sighed. "I suppose it's back to nursing you." He sighed again and walked over to his pack for supplies.

The casino's diner was humbled with many people. They were not gamblers, but just civilized people passing through like Sariyah and Irima. Sariyah, rubbing his head with a towel since he just took a shower, entered the diner and peered around. "No sign of Amiri." He beamed. "I guess I lost her... again." He put the towel on his shoulders and approached a buffet table. It was built with a wide spread of delicious assortments of food such as breads and fruits and cruissants and cordial. He piled his plate. He turned around with a gleam in his eye and walked right into Irima. "Yeesh! Ir--Amiri! What are trying to do? Give me a heartattack?" She picked a strawberry from his plate and popped it in her mouth. "No need to have a baby elf, Sariyah. Come. Sit over by me. I got us a great table with a view." She followed her, more against his will than anything else, to a table by a window. She was right. The view did show the ocean since the casino was on a cliff. Sariyah seated himself as did Irima. She already had a plate of food she had started on. Sariyah feasted thoroughly and irima watched with glee. "So, hentai, why did you plan on leaving me in the jail. I thought we had a deal." Sariyah looked up from eating. "Now, look here, Irima," he started, but corrected when he saw people look, "Now, look here, Amiri, you didn't explain things so well so I guess I mistook what you meant by 'allowing yourself to be tossed in jail so we could get the money.' My bad." "Well, I didn't really want to be taken into a cell. I thought you'd whoop out your sword and slay them and run off with me and the loot!" "Oh yes. I think I'll stake my tiny dagger of a sword and fight off about forty or fifty of Aurocon's best guards. I do it everyday for my morning workout, anyways, so what's the sweat." He rolled his eyes and bit into some bread. "Don't get crabby with me, Sariyah. I think I explained the plan very well." "Well, Ms. Amiri, I think we both have very different definitions of the word 'well', hm?" He drank some cordial and Irima glared. "And this is what I get for getting you money?" "You lost it in the first place!" "That was Monte!" "Yes, but I wouldn't of had to pay for Monte if you hadn't been in the deal." "Then why did you bother paying if I'm such a hassel?" "Because I--" Sariyah cut short and sat back in his seat. Irima made a curious look. "I guess I'll thank you for the money, Amiri." "You don't have to call me that. My name is cleared now that I was in jail. I marked my name off and that means I am [i]supposedly[/i] executed by now. Irima is a free name." "Oh, glad the jail idea had something good to it." "Yeah, I guess it did." She looked down at her meal, the back at Sariyah with a smile. "Thank you." Sariyah looked up with a mouth full of fruit. "Fwer bwaht?" "For getting my name cleared." She shifted in her chair. "I'll never lie about my name again." Sariyah swallowed. "Good. Less trouble. What about the men or women who are after you?" "They won't get me.." Sariyah nodded, though he didn't understand. "That is, as long as you're with me." Sariyah choked on his cordial. "Woah, woah, woah, let's not start getting the idea we're travelling together again. I have no intentions to go along on adventures with you. I am, afterall, a bounty hunter and therefore, my life is gruesome and you'd faint at the sight of blood." Irima posed a shocked face. "I most certainly would not!" "Uh huh... yeah." "You can't prove that." Sariyah nodded and suddenly, without warning, shouted. Blood cascaded down his arm. "I just sliced myself with ths knife!" "Oh my God!" Irima put her hands over her eyes and turned away while Sariyah began laughing. "It's just cordial to prove my point." He wiped away the wine and sat back in his chair. "I'm sorry Irima, but we go our seperate ways now. Besides, I'm sure you have a family somewhere that's worried sick." He stood up and tossed the towel onto the back of his chair. Picking up his pack and such, he nodded to Irima. "Good day." With that, he left the casino, left Akubar, left Irima.