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Name: Indrid Drenguard Age: 214 Race: Elf Weapons: Enchanted War Staff, bladed at each end. Bio: Has grown up hearing about herioc quests of heroes of the past, and has heard the tale of the rising evil. Indrid decides to make a name for himself and set out on a quest to vanquish this new Dark Lord. Apperance: 6' tall. Has long white, loose fitting pants and a shirt that is cut off at the shoulder. Long Blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

Raistlin: (Looking back) Hmm... Interesting. Elsyan: What is it? Raistlin: Something, sinister, lurking in the shadows, behind us. Lacriox: He speaks the truth, I can sense it too. Raistlin: I can feel its presence, but I can't tell what it actually is. Lacriox: Nor can I, but I pray it is nothing too deadly, my episode back there has left me at half strength. Raistlin: SHH!! It's coming closer, it is better if we take it by suprise, than it take us.

Bush has, had, will and is making mistakes... I think such a comment was utterly ludicrous. Bush may belive such a comment to be relevant, but if you ask me, no one has the right to make that kind of a judgement.

OOC: Boy do I have to read those books again. IC: Hunter: (falling back to talk to Raistlin) What's the matter with your freind? Raistlin: He has a troubledd past, and perhaps, such wolves played a significant part in it? I don't know. Hunter: Interesting. Raistlin: Yes he's quite the enigma, but don't let him catch you saying that. It will only make it worse. Hunter: Is he always like that? Raistlin: He just keeps to himself, there is nothing wrong with that. Is there?

I'll be there from the beginning. In the tavern

Name: Indrid Age: 26 Alliance: Evil Weapons: War Staff, bladed at each end. magik ellemental: Lightning Bio: Lacriox's brother. He knows how Lacriox got those scars, he gave them to him. They had a rough childhood, and during a fight between the two, Indrid struck a blow at Lacriox face, with a strand of barbed wire. Personality: Outgoing, charming, likes company. Twisted, in everything he does. Appearances: Looks like Lacriox, but with long blonde hair. Magic: Static charge; charges weapon with electricity, ect. Lightning strike, self explanitory. Lightning speed, once again, self explanitory.

Raistlin: Well, I am hungery, so I took some buscuits from Hunter, but he doesn't know. Elsyan, will you be ready to leave soon? Elsyan: Yes, I am ready now. Hunter: As am I. Raistlin: Well, myself and Lacriox are ready, shall we continue? (with that the heroes venture forth, allready enetering into discussion between one another)

Raistlin: Bleh! I am sorry for that Hunter, but I thought you had some disdain for my freind here. Hunter: As I said before, I look up to all pure-breed elves. Raistlin: Once again, I am sorry for taking your actions the wrong way. Lacriox: You're conversation is pointless. Now, SHUTTUP!!! Get to sleep, you will need your rest... (The group begin to descend into slumber, as the conversation comes to a halt. The night gives forth to the day as the travellers take a well deserved rest)

Char-Number: 18 Name: Indrid Syelhan Age: 214 Location: Kahn Forest Bio\History: Trained by his father in swordsmanship and magik at an early age an taught himself the Elven Longbow .He never knew his mother. Indrid now lives with his father in a small hut, high in the trees of the Kahn Forest. Due to this Indrid is an expert climber aswell. Of late, Indrid has been searching for any trace of his mother, as his father never talks of her. He is determined to find her, and is readying(spelling) himself for his quest, on the search for his mother. Personality: Indrid is an outgoing type, and always does what he wants. Open-mineded, always willing to listen to someone else's opinion. Will often jump into freindships with no consideration of anything. Weapons: An enchanted Elvish Staff; Raklan. Items: A quiver of arrows, and a pack for food and water. Black Magik Spells: Burning Hands Lightning Charge Abilities: Lightning Charge; Using his black magik skill, Indrid charges his Staff with static charges, and spinning the staff over his head, releases thunderous charges, damaging all enemies. Weapon Arts; His skill with a staff is unrivaled. Indrid is an agile fighter, but using this skill enhanches his fighting ability with his Staff. He becomes, stronger and more agile, swell as employing techniques, such as flips and balancing in his staff.

Raistlin: Ironic isn't it? You kept looking down on Lacriox as he is a Drow... Now, look who's talking, Wolfy... Like hell you are sleeping anywhere near me... Freak boy! Hunter: I will kill you. Lacriox: Stop it, both of you... You both could have died tonight. From now on there will always be danger. So stop arguing.

Raistlin: (Screaming) LACRIOX!!! NO!! Can't you feel it??? He's got control!!! Hunter felt a blade go enter his skin. Hunter than felt it stop, less than 5mm in... The he felt the blade withdraw... Raistlin: Thank Vecna one of us has some senses. Hunter, shrunk back into his human state...and immediatly began to tremble... Raistlin: Yes I was wondering about that. I was hoping that one of you would say something. Hunter: WHY DIDN"T YOU!!! Raistlin: hmm, well yes...

OOC: You Terd... IC: Raistlin: (turning away from the corpses) Bah! Nothing, never the less, shall we continue...

Raistlin: (looking back) They werent normal wolves, remember? I am positive they were werewolves. So, indeed they were mysterious.

Raistlin: Now that's over, once again, it is time to rummage through the fallen foes... and search. Hunter begins to laugh Raisltin: Don't be suprised, animals always are more than meets the eye.

Raislin: Always a second too late.... Raistlin begins to murmer... an ancientl anguage... just before he finishes the spell a werewolf leaps at him. Luckily, Lacriox guts the wolf, in mid-air, spilling its internal organs all over the ground. Raistlin, acknowledges this act, by a nod of his head, but doesn't stop chanting. Suddenly a stream of fire, burts from Raislin's hands. Setting many of the wolves alight... The smell of burning hair wafts into the night sky, as the battle rages on.

Raistlin: I'm not an elf Figure: Shuttup! Raistlin: Who are you anyway?

Raistlin: (picking up on Hunter's and Lacriox's conversation) How do you know how long she will live? We could all be dead in a few seconds, depending on what the hell is over there. You take things too seriously Hunter, my bet with you was a simple joke, I am not looking for love, and if it trys to find me. You will be suprised by my reaction. Hunter: Ok, I get your point, now shall we keep our minds on there here an' now? Or we could argue intil whatever, It, is, kills us all? You choose...

Raistlin: Now come on... You think I can't take a woman rejecting me? Lacriox: Thats exactly right. Raisltin:(looking slightly dejected) ah, I see

Raistlin: (Noticing Lacriox's distractions) Yes I sense it too. Elsyan: What is it? Raistlin: Obviosly being a High-Elf isn't everything? There is something... Unnerving about this place. Can't you feel it? OOC: YES NEWT, now is the time

Raistlin: Well if you don't I will... (Smiles at the Drow) I mean, well I wouldn't say no... Lacriox: I know exactly what you meant, you whore. Raisltin: (Laughes) Nice, very nice. Lacriox: I don't mean to be nice all the time. Raistlin: Yeah, you aim to please, I know. Lacriox: Excuse me. Raistlin: Seriously though, I wouldn't complain if offered a fine peice of Elsyan for the night... Would you? Lacriox: Enough, ok? Raistlin: We could always make a bet? Lacriox: I sincerely doubt that. Raistlin: Fine, be like that. (The travellers, descending into silence, keep on their way)

Raistlin: I welcome you to our rag-tag outfit of misfits, Elsyan, high-elf. As you may have guessed I am a mage. This is my freind, Lacriox, an assassin. I trust you are going to venture forth with us towards the castle of the king, and join us on our quest? If so, you are welcome to come along. Lacriox: Before you say anything. Yes I am a drow. I mean no disrespect (chuckles) by my race. As my freind Raistlin said, you are welcome to join us. (Looks around and sees Raistlin has plundered a pair of vampbraces for himself, and 10 gold.) Elysan: Well shall we be on our way then? (The group once again, set off for the castle)

May god have mercy! Steve Irwin is the worst role model that Australians can have.... Anyone else who finds him funny.... each to their own I guess. Steve Irwin is and idiot, and worst of all, and idiot with his own zoo, his own Tv series and his own movie.

Raisltin: If you wish to take on, my freind, Lacriox here, you will have to take on me aswell. I suggest, considering you're weakened state and that I am a mage, you should not. Now shall we see what the orcs have left for us... The party begins to search the orcs corpses for hidden treasures...

Raistlin, seeing the others are losing, and after gutting an orc with his falchion screamed. Raisltin: I'll cast Flare, run to the trees, and prepare, to ambush as the run in! Shield you eyes!!!! Just as the others look away,Raistlin begins speaking in tounges.... Then a giant flash, breaks across the land, and the orcs start screaming.... All the heroes run into the forest with Lacriox the last to run, as he was withdrawing his blade from an orcish head...

OOC: wha?