RPG Legacy of Asheron

[Dragon Warrior]

It begins...

For those of you who want it, here's the story again:

Every world has a dark past. But when evil shows it's ugly face, darkness will release it's cruel purpose once more and turn that little, happy world into no more than another playground. Asheron is just the same. The most dominant race there would have to be the elf-like creatures called Asheronians. Even though there's plenty of other ones, they lead the high order and for many years they have.

But as said before, evil can come right back and stab you in the back. To be exact, a cruel creation was made by the sorcerer Ligwu. Ligwu is not human and not Asheronian. He created using most of his magic the ultimate warrior. This warrior would take over Asheron and give the power to Ligwu. Why would Ligwu want Asheron? Asheron possesses the universe's greatest power source, The Dragon Armory. The one who wears the Dragon Armory becomes invincable.

But Ligwu was stupid if he thought he could control his new creation. This warrior, named Raggs, destroyed Ligwu and went on his evil reign to get the Dragon Armory himself. The hunt is on. Raggs has never really caused any harm since then. But now, when he finally senses the Dragon Armory, he will do more damage than even Ligwu didn't expect.



Anyways, here's the characters too:

[B]My Chara:[/B]
Name: Finn Mercutio
Age: ???
Race: Elf
Weapon: Sword
BIO/Looks: A mysterious swordsman that anyone can underestimate. He doesn't show any sign of true mastery of the sword or violence. In fact, no one really gets a good look at him. He's practically incognito.

[B]Deedlit's Chara:[/b]
Name: Elsyan Maiya
Age: 18 (in human years. )
Race: Elf
Weapon: Her magical staff and a dagger
bio: Elsyan Maiya is a mage, and technically, a young one going by elven standards. Even though she knows nothing about the Dragon Armory, she's about to find out soon enough. (Sorry it's so short. I'll try to add to it later. )
description: Elsyan is about 5'3", has long red hair, and emerald-green eyes. She wears the White Robes--white robes that go down to her feet, have wide sleeves, and secret pockets hidden throughout. Her staff is wooden with a silver crystal at the top. Usually she uses this with some of her spells.

[B]Har's Chara's EXTREMELY long bio ^^:[/b]
Name: Rali Kreigyr
Age: 21 in human years. Lythanoid don't measure time much.
Race: Lythanoid
Weapon: Doesn't really need one.
BIO/Looks: Okay then...time to get started...

Anyway. A lythanoid is a subterranean creature, born and raised in darkness. Their skin is jet black, as are mosr creatures in their realm, excepting their face. Their face has a slight, internal grey glow. This glow emits no light, but makes their face readable. Lythanoids average about six feet tall, Rali is an inch over that, and are very slender. Lythanoid have four arms, each terminating in a set of five taloned fingers, and batlike, membraneous wings. They are not directly suited for flying, for reasons that will be discussed further onwards, but can be used for short glides. Lythanoids are reptilian by the way, their skin is scaly, excepting the face, which is flesh. As such, they do have hair, which is quite often the only colourless part of their body. In fact, black haired Lythanoids are the rarest of all. Rali's hair is a strange metallic, almost glossy silver, a characteristic common to his race. Because of their habitat, Lythanoids have a very high resistance to heat, due to their internal temperature. This temperature is considerably higher than your average furnace. As well, they have a substantial control over their internal temperature.

Anyway...Lythanoid's have one unique feature. Rather than bones, they possess specialised muscles, called sceiyphs. These muscles act as bone, but are more flexible, and possess only rudimentary joints. In actuality, a lythanoid can bend its limbs at any point. Torso muscles are slightly less mobile. (It is for this reason that lythanoid's can't fly, as the muscles aren't quite as strong as bone). These sceiyphs also cause the lythanoid to bely their slender appearance. Everything under the skin is muscular, excepting organs and body systems, so lythanoids tend to be physically powerful. To give a summary description of Rali, he is six foot, one inch, slender, with silver hair that falls to about his shoulder. He wears (yes, these creatures do wear rudimentary clothing) long black leather pants, leaving his torso bare. Let's face it, he's not exactly going to get sunburnt...


Rali was born to a tribe of lythanoids that existed near a large magma flow. Life was simple, they hunted for food, gave Rali a rudimentary education, and worshiped the darkness, as Lythanoid's do. Rali grew up hunting the savage creatures of the great cave systems beneath the earth, and as such, learnt to survive pretty early on. (Lythanoids tend to be fully physically mature by about age 13). Rali was also apprenticed, for a brief time, to the shaman of the tribe, and has a rudimentary control over shadow because of it. When Rali would have been about 15, this magma flow suddenly became an inconvenience. A fire drake, a great subterranean reptile that dwarfs nearly all surface creatures, was swimming along in this flow, and decided the tribe would make a tasty snack. The warriors fought back, but didn't even manage to dent the thing's scales. Rali survived only because he leapt into the lava flow at the beginning of the fight, and swam for his life. He did this at the urging of the tribe's shaman, rather than any cowardice.

When the firedrake had finished its meal, the colossal beast returned to the lava and started swimming, coming up in the same cavern as Rali did, which opened into a volcano. Neither creature being particularly fond of sunlight, the drake retreated. Rali kept climbing the cavern wall. The drake could easily have reared up and picked him off the very rim of the volcano's maw, but chose not to do so.

Rali, the first of his kind to travel the surface, quickly found many people thought him some kind of demon. A black, bat winged, four armed creature, demonic? Why, surely not.... Actually, when he found at what exactly a demon was, he wasn't too surprised. Rali ended up living a mercenary for hire. The very sight of him defending a castle wall or what not normally made the attackers have second thougts. Or, at least, send twenty or thirty priests in first. When they couldn't banish Rali, they really got confused. Rali has quite a few contacts from his mercenary exploits running around, they're basically the only friends he has. And he has earned that friendship through the heat of battle and the cold of death. Very few people who had not experienced that along side him could ever learn to trust or like such a strange creature. As a being raised in darkness however, Rali wasn't really concerned. Solitude was a way of life.


[B]Rhys' Chara:[/B]
Name: Shayleigh Minyatur
Age: 20
Race: Elvish!^^
Weapons: Bow and arrows, throwing daggers.
Bio/Looks: She usually wears a long rich blue cloak and a tunic the same colour. Her pants are black leather. She has long dirty blond hair and forest green eyes. She stands about 5 foot seven.

She commands a small army of elves for her clan. No one ever thought that she would even become a soldier but she proved them all wrong which is what her personality is. Anyone that says she can't do something she'll do it and maybe even better it.
She knows little about the Dragon Armory but she intends to stop the evil from getting it....since someone said she couldn't.


[b]DOK's Bio:[/b]
Name: Ryan Schezar
Age: 43
Race: Human (Black Wizard)
Weapon: Rune Staff
Bio: I've been needing to get this out of my system for a while.
Ryan is a wizard. A wizard of the Black Arts. At an early age his parents revealed their true lineage to him. They were of the same bloodline as one of the greatest Black Wizards ever. Despite popular belief, Black Wizards are not generally evil. They simply bend the evil parts of the world in their favor. Some of the orginals drew power from the demon world but that was stopped after possesion became regular.

When he was five his training began. He was forced to read an entire library and to learn physically exausting spells. At one point, he bled from the eyes for an entire day.

Age ten. Ryan was tested against a senior wizard. He faired well, but lost the use of his left hand. It does no more than hang limp at his side.

Age twenty. Ryan sets out from the compound and went on a quest. That's how he thought of it at least. He traveled to the town of Beville. In the great library that was there he learned of the Dragon Armory. Slowly thoughts of greed probed their way into his mind. He stayed in the library gathering every scrap of information on the Armory for nearly three years. His magic became focused. His power became godlike. He turned evil.

Age forty-three. Twenty years... Twenty years of searching for the Armory. No luck. The lack of discovery has only made Ryan a sullen individual. He is quiet and calculating, preferring to stay away from people than to be in a group. Rumors have been growing on the horizon. Rumors of the Armory being sought after by a great warrior. Ryan plans to follow the path of this warrior and steal the Armory from him. It the demon can stay subdued, that is...
Description: A black cloak. A thick stubble on his face. Dark eyes and hair that's slightly graying. Far to thin for his age.


To be a cool guy, I'll let you guys start, not me. Just, don't post waht's going on with Raggs. He's not important just yet. Just post about you and your chara and any other chara that is with you or whatever. I'm sure you know what to do. Have Fun!

[Rhys Mayiessen]

[color=skyblue]OOC:Oooooooh weird starting someone elses RPG...oh well I'm just going to stick with my character anyways.

[i]Shayleigh walked along in the peaceful forest with her daily patrol. Nothing usually attacked the peaceful forest but her clan felt the need for protection anyways.

A lot of evil things have come into the world and they just want to make sure. Shayleigh stopped and looked behind her. The two that were patrolling with her were way far behind. She sighed. I guess I have to give them a break some time.

Shayleigh-[/i]"Okay guys you can rest here for awhile. I'll go ahead and finish the patrol, don't worry I'll be fine."

[i]Shayleigh walked to the edge of the forest and looked beyond. She had never seen any of the outside world. Her clan mostly wanted to stay by themselves, protected by the spirts of the forest.[/i][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Lol. I've written a hell of a lot longer for a bio, believe me.

IC: [I]Rali slammed his tankard down on the table, the dwarf in front of him attempting to do the same, and missing horrendously. The short, but broad humanoid stood up slowly, wavered once, and collapsed. He shook the entire inn, which wasn't exactly well constructed in the first place.

Rali leaned back in his chair to the sound of whoops and curses. His mercenary friends had bet on him of course, and were collecting their silver from the party of dwarves now. The dwarves had thought it a safe bet. Dwarves always seemed to win drinking contests. But then, they'd never run into a creature who's blood incinerated alcohol upon contact.

The head dwarf came over to Rali, an awed look in his eye. He clapped his hand to his chest, and bowed profoundly.[/I]

Dwarf: Aye, now ye be a fine man fer heldin good brew!

Rali: A little trick I picked up a few years back, you could say.

[I]A hardbitten looking dwarf sitting a few feet behind Rali turned around and laughed coarsely. The dwarf's name was Regarth Stonestruck, and strangely enough, both Rali and the other dwarf recognised him.[/I]

Dwarf: Regarth ye mangy dog! Where ave ye been these past years!

[I]Regarth drained his tankard and stood up.[/I]

Regarth: I've been on the road Bregaarn. I've been a mercenary, a blacksmith, a worker and a sometime bounty hunter.

Bregaarn: Ye don't be fer sounding like a dwarf anymore even!

Regarth: True, true. I've found potential employers find it hard to understand at times.

Rali: That and you were sick of hearin bad impersonations.

Regarth: Ye two know each other?

Rali: We worked together a few times in the past year or two. It made for an interesting partnership.

Bregaarn: Well any friend of Regarth's be a friend of me and mine!

[I]The dwarf clapped Rali on the back, and would have crushing his wing if Rali hadn't jerked it out of the way. One of his friends walked up and leapt onto the table beside them. Rali assumed he was going to make a speech, or start a drinking song. Instead, he upended the flagon he held over Rali's head. Rali grinned wrly, knowing it a sign of respect and friendship, and pulled his long silver, now drenched, hair out of his eyes.[/I]

Rali: So what brings a party of dwarves here?

Bregaarn: Why, we're fer finding us a new mine we heard was opening in these parts?

[I]Rali's smile vanished.[/I]

Rali: I was there a day ago. My advice is stay away.

Bregaarn: Aye, we know all about the wererat infestation.

Rali: Ye're still fer going then? Ye sandstone headed lout!

[I]Bregaarn grinned at the near flawless accent, and the nearby dwarves, including Regarth, burst into a cheer.[/I]

Bregaarn: Aye, we are. You fer joining us?

Rali: Oh hell yeah. Regarth?

Regarth: I'm in.

Rali: So, how do you two know each other, anyway?

[I]They both faced him, with identical grins. Rali sighed, knowing this tale would take a while in the telling.[/font][/color][/I]

[Dragon Warrior]

OOC: Well then, I hope I don't have to read them ^^ And I thought you'd like to start the RPG Rhys. heh.

IC:

Where Finn was, the sun was just creeping over the mountainside, giving a shine to the morning dew that covered the grassy plains. Finn yawned as the light from the sun hit his eyes. He woke up from under a big tree in these plains and looked about as if he didn't know where he was.

He handled his sword at his side, clutching the hilt, then standing up, he wiped off the grass that collected to his clothes. "Morning..." he said out loud to the himself. his long hair swayed in the wind. It wasn't too cold of a morning, but one expected better weather later on still.

Finn wasn't too far away from the nearest town in which was his next destination. He was in dire need of new supplies for his trip and the town a head most likely possessed what he needed. so, he started on his way. Being a wanderer and pretty much a loner, he travelled alone and has been like that for some time. But that didn't mean he didn't get help from time to time. A guy can travel, but some don't have a very good sense of direction, you see. Finn was sometimes that kind of guy.


It was a few hours before the town's rooftops became clear in the morning fog off in the distance. Finn sighed and smiled as he made his way towards it. He may be a wanderer, but it'd be nice to finally see some civilization.

[Corey]

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Out of my way little man." The thief stood in front of me and didn't budge.

[b]Thief-[/b] "Give me you gold and I will be happy to oblige, kind sir." He withdrew a knife and flashed it in the dying sunlight. I smiled to him.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Let me rephrase," I cleared my throat, "Get out of my way or I will rip the skin from your muscles and your muscles from your bones. Does that sound better?" The theif smiled again and advanced on me. My face turned grave.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "So be it." I thrust my hands into the air. A wail soared through the area as a small tear in the fabric of this world ripped open. Demons seeped through into my Runic Staff. The thief suddenly lost control of his bladder and his stern attitude. He turned to run. I thrust my staff in front of me and froze the thief in mid step. I walked non-chalantly in front of him and watched as his eyes locked into me in a genuine bout of fear.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "I gave you a chance. Now you will suffer." I touched the tip of my staff to his forehead. His skin rippled and shuddered. He cried out in pure pain despite my freezing spell. In a split second all his skin fell to the floor. His screams hit an octave unknown to normal speech as his muscles and organs liquified. His bones fell to the floor in an eternal scream.

I walked away.

[Rhys Mayiessen]

[color=skyblue][i]As Shayleigh looked at the rich grassy plains that surrounded the forest something pulled at her. She couldn't help it, she just started to walk out of the forest, out of the protection of the spirits.

Shayleigh looked back at the forest and saw that it was pretty far away by now. I should go back, she thought. I have no right to be out here. I'm sure the elders will get mad. She nodded to herself making the decision to go back to the forest but her legs wouldn't agree with her. They kept going in the wrong direction.

Shayleigh suddenly had a change of mind.
Shayleigh-[/i]"Who says I can't go out here anyways? I don't know what all the fuss is about. I'll be back in a while anyways I'm sure they won't miss me."

[i]She walked for a mile or so, the wind blowing her long dirty blond hair in her face. When she managed to brush all the hair away from her eyes she could see a small town on the horizon. Shayleigh shrugged, what could go wrong?[/i][/color]

[Dragon Warrior]

"STOP! THIEF!" A huge cry came out from a chubby butcher in the marketplace. It was about midafternoon when this happened and when Finn arrived at the city limits. The thief managed to escape it seemed, but the police were hot on his trail anyways.

"Hm." Finn grunted. "Stealing... what does the world come to these days. People shouldn't steal, that they should not." He guided his gaze across to a certain booth. The man grinned and waved Finn over. Finn approuched the gleaming man cautiously.

"You look like a fine sir. Can I interest you in some of this 'magic powder'?" The man's grin grew even larger as he held out a small satchel filled with what seemed to be normal sand.

"No, thank you. I don't need to buy things that have no meaning."

"Oh come now, sir. This sand could help any..." the shop keeper's gaze lowered to the sword at Finn's side. "It would help... any warrior like yourself." He grinned again.

Finn tilted his head. He was not one to be tricked, but who knows. "How much?"

"That's the spirit. For you, I'll make it... 10 gold." Finn couldn't help, but smile at that. 10 Gold was like 10 dollars on Earth so you can tell how good of a deal it was. Finn just hoped he didn't trick him.

Finn left the magic powder booth as he hooked the satchel to the back of his waistband. He made his way to another table where fresh fruits and vegetables were being sold. Many people crowded around him. It wasn't like a warrior to stand out in broud daylight, ya know. At least, not with their hand placed on their hilt all the time. But all Finn was there for was fruits and vegetables.

But out of the corner of his eye he spotted the thief. Not making a move, he allowed the thief to pass by. Finn felt a tug at his waist and the thief was gone. Finn grinned.

The thief stopped behind a barrel and peered into the sack he got from Finn. "Haha, what did I get today?" What he found disappointed him miserably. He turned it over and normal sand poured out. "What?! NO!" He grabbed up the sack and returned to where Finn still stood.

This time, the thief made his way for Finn's money pouch. The thief rushed past, made his way to grab the pouch, but found himself tripping over Finn's foot. With a face full of sand, the thief got back up in anger. The police had just arrived.

"There's the thief! Get him!" One shouted. They all ran at the thief. But unexpectedly, the thief unsheathed a sword and defeated the police. He was trained well. After leaving the police knocked out on the ground, he turned back to Finn.

"You!" He pointed a dirty finger at Finn. "You're gonna pay for that... with your life!" Skillfully, he wielded his sword around to show off. A crowd had gathered by then. The thief charged, made his way straight at Finn, but missed. It was like Finn disappeared. Then, the thief turned around and [b]SLASH![/b]

The thief fell to the ground. Finn stood with his sword out it's scabbard. But he quickly put it back in and turned to a man behind. "Don't worry. He's just stunned. He'll be fine. Now go get more policemen to arrest him and take these policemen to a doctor." Finn started his way. The crowd opened a gap so he could pass. He turned back to the booth to pay for the food, but the shop keeper gladly pushed away the gold.

"It's on me." He said. Finn smiled.

"Thank you." He started on his way to find more supplies in the town. Things were going his way it seemed. People watched him leave. Many had questions unanswered.

One asked his friend, "Who was that guy? He fights like a demon."

[Deedlit]

[color=009966][i]Elsyan finally arrived at the gates of the the village up ahead. She walked towards the center of the town where many small booths were located and glanced around when she saw one of these booths with a sign that said "Magical Items." Noticing that her pouch of spell components was really light, Elsyan walked over to the booth. The owner greeted her immediately.[/i]

owner: "Hello, there! I bet you could really use some magic powder, couldn't you?"

Elsyan: "Maybe. What kind of magic powder?"

owner: "Well...it's...uh...really hard to pronounce, so I can't tell you right now."

[i]Elsyan eyed the man doubtfully.[/i]

Elsyan: (sarcastically) "Really? Let me see this magic powder."

[i]The owner handed her a small pouchfull. She opened it and dumped a small portion of what looked like sand into her right palm. Saying just a single word of magic, she waited for the sand to react. Nothing. She dumped the sand back into the bag and handed it back to the owner.[/i]

Elsyan: "No, thank you. I don't have a use for ordinary sand."

[i]Elsyan walked away from the booth. Drat it. My supply of spell components is really low, too, she thought gloomily. I'll have to keep an eye open for a [/i]real[i] mageware shop.

A small wind swept through the town. Just as Elsyan was moving her hair out of her eyes, she saw an herbal shop to the left. She went towards it, hoping that they might have some of the plants she needed here.[/i][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Rali and the troop of dwarves, about 25 of them in all, were suddenly barrelled into by a group of policemen running in the opposite direction. The dwarves just stood there. The policemen fell over. Rali stepped aside, and the policeman that had seemed to be aiming for him tripped over anyway.

The leader, Rali couldn't see his rank, immediately sat up and started blowing frantically into his whistle. The entire squad jumped up and ran off, in the direction they had originally been going. Booming dwarvish laughter echoed after them. The constable, as it was revealed to be, walked over to Rali, most likely because the dwarves were too busy laughing to speak.[/I]

Constanble: Who are you, and what are you doing here?

[I]Rather than answer, Rali smiled obligingly, and looked past him. He let his eyes widen, and a look of surprise come onto his face. Then he shouted at the top of his lungs.[/I]

Rali: He's getting away.

[I]Instinctively, the constable turned and ran in the direction Rali had been looking. The dwarves nearly collapsed. The man realised what had happened, and turned around. He walked slowly back towards Rali, his face tight in a dangerous smile. Rali suddenly realised that this man hadn't earnt his rank for nothing. All seeming clumsiness or stupidity was gone, replaced with leashed force. The dwarves hadn't noticed, and the man walked towards Rali unhindered. Rali sighed, and slid his right foot back, spreading his arms out at 45 degree angles like a monsterous spider. The man, though he had no idea what Rali was, didn't hesitate.

As he got within range, his sword darted out of its scabbard and came down sharply towards Rali's head. His upper two arms came inwards, catching the blade on his long talons. Rather than throw the blade away, Rali gripped it tightly. His lower set of arms shot upwards, punching the man just under the shoulders, in the root of the pectoral muscle. Chances are, after a few hours, the man would realise he wouldn't be able to move his arms for a week...

Rali shoved him away, and he came in again. Rali again caught his blade, this time just shoving him back. The constable stepped forward into a lunge. Rali spun right, his wing knocking the blade of course. He continued the spin, bringing his right leg up in an outer crescent that struck the man's head as he went past.

Rali landed easily. The constable landed a fair bit harder, his sword clattering away. He didn't get up.

The dwarves burst out in spontaneous cheers. Bregaarn walked over and shook his hand.[/I]

Bregaarn: That's a damn strange fighting style ye got there, but damn me if it ain't effective.

[I]Rali took an ironic bow, and they continued out the gates, heading for the mine some distance north of the town.[/font][/color][/I]

[Dragon Warrior]

The skies darkened quickly. It was a storm and it was rushing in from the East. Finn felt a raindrop as he was purchasing a few pieces of vittles. This caused him to look up and examine the sky. "Rain..." He started to walk away from the booth. By this time, he was closing in on he center of the town. The town's name was Argenhood as he found out from all the signs.

Thieves were common, but so bad at what they do that you could spot them in a crowd more than anyone. But it wasn't Finn's job to do justice. He saw plenty of peopl robbed, but easily caught by the police. He was so into watching all this that he didn't notice he bumped into someone. He backed away and saw it was a rather large human.

"Hey, Elf! Watch where you're goin'!"

"I didn't mean to do that, sir. My sincerest apologizes." Finn replied with a bow.

The man's face became a picture of confusion, then he burst out laughing. "Who do you think you are?"

"I am a wanderer."

"A wanderer!? Ha! You've gotta be a fighter if you have a blade at your side." The man drew out his sword, a rather large scimitar, and placed it's point about 2 inches from Finn's face. "Fight me, warrior."

"What good would it serve?" Finn asked, putting his palm to the point of the sword and lowing it with his hand.

"Whoever wins gets to raid the limp body of their foe."

"That's not very civilized."

"Do you even know who I am?"

"No. Who?"

"Gah! You stupid elf! I'm one of the generals to the great Gogen Raiders!" Finn still looked at him quizfully. "Gah! Ya know, the Gogen Raiders of the North?" Finn's face was still blank. "you stupid elf! Let's just fight!"

"I don't choose to fight."

"Fine. Then I'll just simply take the goods from your corpse!" He lifted his scimitar high over his head and charged at Finn. Swiftly, Finn dodged and made a leap, landing perfectly on the roof of one of the nearby buildings. The big brute of a Gogen Raider looked around in search of Finn, but couldn't see him.

"Up here!" Finn waved. The general looked up and scowled.

"Come down here, you little wimp!"

"I don't think you want that, no, that you don't."

"Gah! That's it! I'm comin' up there then!" The man leaped up into the air and crashed his scimitar down on the spot where Finn stood. His sword slashed through the roof and got stuck. The man easily pulled free and leapt back down. He turned just to see a sword point 2 inches from his face. The man was still.

"You left yourself unprotected. I caught you offguard. A true swordsman not only has good offense, but excellent defense to keep themselves in the fight." The man became furious and whacked Finn's blade aside, then charged at his opponent.

Finn stepped aside and the man went straight into the wall. He stumbled back and rubbed his nose; it was bleeding now. "Gah! You'll pay for that, elf!" He started spinning his scimitar over his head and began showing off wild moves. Finn pushed back some of his hair and made some quick moves. He took his sword hilt and bashed the man across his face, blood drops flying through the air as the man landed on his side.

He didn't move for a moment, but suddenly got up in a fit of rage and charged with anger. Finn frowned at this. "You shouldn't fight with anger, that you should not." Finn took a jump, flew over the man's head, brought his blade hilt down on the man's neck and kicked him aside. The man lay conscious, but limp. Finn approuched.

"I hit you in a certain part of your neck. You should be paralyzed long enough for the police to collect you, but it's nothing serious."

Through his teeth, the man said quite clearly, "You can't be a wanderer. What are you?"

"I choose to be a wanderer. Not one of many, yes. Justice is my side, not crime which leads to punishment. The misunderstandings of me bring trouble, but to danger I bring my blade's tip."

Finn sheathed his blade and left the man and a few people that watched the incident just as the police arrived.

[Rhys Mayiessen]

[color=skyblue][i]Shayleigh walked through the gates of the small town, suddenly drawn by a flurry of activity up ahead. She squeezed through the crowd to get a better look at what was happening.

She saw an elf and a big human duking it out for no apparent reason at all. The elf managed to knock the human down just in time for some of the guards to arrive.

Shayleigh looked around as the crowd began to disperse. They seemed truly disappointed that the fight was over already. What kind of town is this, she thought. They enjoy seeing people fight for sport? Shayleigh shook her head. She would never understand the ways of the other races.

She walked around looking at all the interesting shops on hand. Her Clan had never practiced any type of magic so Shayleigh didn't even know what the word meant. She suddenly bumped into another female elf that seemed to be looking at the herbal shop in intrest.

Shayleigh-[/i]"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to bump into you. I'm just so new to these shops."

[i]The female elf smiled.
Elf-[/i]"Ah don't worry you'll get use to it after a while."[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]The dwarves, unfortunately, had to sing. Rali wasn't sure why, but they did. A low, rumbling tone, that wasn't exactly superb. At least a few of them weren't drunk. He wondered how much they'd imbibed, to get them to this point, considering the dwarvish capacity for ale. They'd most likely have kept that inn in business for the rest of its owner's natural life...

It was a strange sight, a six foot demonoid creature in the middle of a group of dwarves. At least he wasn't singing....[/I]

[I]Stone and rock, ever cold
Filled with gems for dwarves bold
Smite our foes with hammer and axe
Bring the cave down on their backs[/I]

[I]It crossed Rali's mind that they must have prearranged this song. How else would they have pulled it out of the air? But in that case, why was Regarth singing it heartily?

He sighed. This would be a long trip. To take his mind of it, and to save walking, he starting limbering up as he went, locomoting by means of kata.[/font][/color][/I]

[Dragon Warrior]

Finn decided he's caused enough incidents in the town for one life time and wouldn't get involved in any more of such events. Though, his curiousity caught up with him when he overheard some men speaking. He turned towards a booth to make it look like he was shopping. He knew eavesdropping was not good, but what they were talking about wasn't which woman was the best or other human matters.

"Well," the first man began, "I hear that in the North, they're having troubles with some fighter."

"Is it a Gogen Raider?" The second man asked curiously.

"No way, man! Not even close. They say he's ten times better than the Gogen Raider leader!"

"No..."

"Yeah! Maybe more at that!"

"That can't be."

"But it is!"

"Who's this warrior?"

"Some creation of some guy. Some wizard made him, but died after doing so... his name was... I don't know, but the warrior's name was..."

"Yeah?"

"Clothes? Cloths?"

"Cloths?"

"No. That wasn't it... OH! It was Raggs!"

"Raggs? What an odd name."

"Shh! Don't say that while he's around. He has no mercy. The reason he's causing trouble in the North is because he's searching for the legendary Dragon Armory."

"You don't say."

"I do say. And he destroys everything in his path 'til he finds it. Then who knows what he'll do."

"I'm glad I'm not in the North."

"Same here." The two men started on their way and Finn turned to face where they once were.

"Raggs, huh?" He said out loud to himself. "This doesn't sound too good."

[Sakura]

OOC:I only joined the other day.

Sakura walked through the forest close to her town.She had decided to leave and go on a journey.She twirled her double ended glaive nervously.It was quite dark and she had heard tales about the types of things that live in these woods.She heard a russeling in the bushes.She spun around and was poised for a monster.It was a small rabbit.She picked it up.The rabbit seemed to like her so she kept it with her.She named it Amber.