RPG A Legend Reborn...

[Kei]

[color=royalblue]Rayne sat on a small cliffegde in the middle of one fo Reika's thicker forests. She gazed into the early evening sky and watched silently as the pale blue changed to a soft pink, then a crimson red. Just like the blood she'd seen spilled so ruthlessly all this time.

She'd been tracking Aidien and his lot for a while now. It appeared as if they were headed to Corock, a city known for its' fine weapons. After seeing some of their work, Rayne came to the conclusion she had seen better.

It would take them another day to get there if they were to march hard all day tomorrow, and Rayne, knowing how Aidien's train of thought tends to run, figured he'd do just that.

"No doubt he intends to have his troop's weapons given a going over before he sets about destroying the place." Rayne muttered. "That'd be just his style."

Rayne rose slowly and looked westward to where Corock lie.

"There's no point in trying to warn them. They wouldn't stand a chance, anyway."

She then gazed back down at Aidien's encampment. Her eyes caught an icy glint as she looked down at the campfires being lit and fingered the dirk sheathed in her belt.

"One day, Aidien..." she said aloud. "One day, both you and Ilmiwyrth will know the pain youve caused to so many people when we send it back on you tenfold."

Suddenly, Rayne felt two strong arms come around her, one about her middle binding her arms and the other around her throat, limiting her breathing.

"Will we now, little sparrow?"

Rayne instantly knew her assailant by the sound of his contemptuous voice.

"Ai...dien!" she choked.[/color]

[Mina]

Tara lounged listlessly on the plush coushins. All around her lay various objects, her playthings. She looked with contempt at her surroundings; her walls shimmered brightly with intricate murals, her furniture dazzled while showing off all its? fine making. Sheer material blew elegantly in the soft breeze and Tara herself was clad in muslin so fine it could be pulled through a ring, yet she despised her life.

Her name, Nayan Tara, ment Seer of the Stars and that was what she was, a seer and priestess. Tara remembered just what everyone thought of her in days past; her parents had been disappointed she was a girl and being a problem child, her village had shunned her as a cause of bad luck. What did they think of her now?
They loved her. They loved her powers to be more exact, her vast abilities that made her one with the wind. Travelers, merchants and even pirates came from far and wide simply to look upon Nayan Tara, Seer of the Stars, and receive her blessing. They bought their most precious belongings as gifts and Tara never really accepted them, she simply gave a hallow thanks and threw the gift aside for later.

Still despite all the attention, Tara never forgot the past and the shallow excuses for humans her people were. She looked out her spotless window now and felt the calm breeze, the breeze which prevailed only over her temple. They wanted rain now, did they. The villagers wished upon their Priestess an early rain and that was what Tara intended to give them, but she secretly named a price.
The land burned hot and humid the next day. The heated winds, in their quest to fill the coulds with water, they preyed relentlessly on every drop of water. The more water, the more rain was all Tara offered as an explanation. She was leaving soon, anyway.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Ilmiwyrth looked curiously at the being in front of him. Another recruit, it seemed. It was squat and misshapen, but so many around him were. It stared at him expressionlessly through three green, fully green, eyes. Ilmiwyrth noted down the details, and gestured for the next one.

This "army" was getting rather haphazard. Not least through lack of organisational qualities. Aidian had known his trade, but was too sorely needed elsewhere, right now the acquisition of weapons, to act as a logistics officer. Otku and Ryshiel were doing their best, but they too weren't really sure of what to do. He wondered at where they were now. He wondered a lot of things about the pair. Mainly about why they were still with him. The circumstances surrounding them both, starting with meeting them, were so similar as to be uncanny at times. Otku, his first "convert", really the one that was the catalyst for all this, he'd stumbled in on her so long ago, she'd set him on the path he was now. Ryshiel, met under such similiar circumstances, met on the run after a raid gone wrong. How'd differently she'd reacted, immediately expecting an attack. How long it had taken Otku and him to calm her down. She'd really been drafted into this when they'd been attacked by Ilmiwyrth's pursuit, but she'd never seemed to regret it.

They walked in now, wearing identical grins. With them was another creature Ilmiwyrth had never seen before. They were getting common. No wonder people assumed he was worshiping demons.

It was about seven foot three, and muscular. It was demonoid in appearance, a slender, four armed, long necked humanoid. It appeared to possess skin, rather than scales, but that skin, a dark grey colour, had a scaled pattern. The neck, nearly a foot long, craned slightly and looked at him patiently.[/I]

Ryshiel: This, Ilmiwyrth, is a Lythanoid. He's a subterranean creature, and one of the oddest we've run into yet. However, he may be one of the most useful.

Ilmiwyrth: He can convince people the justice is actually intelligent?

[I]Ilmiwyrth sounded tired, resigned. This campaign was going so badly, people misunderstanding his intentions at every turn. Ryshiel just grinned back broadly.[/I]

Ryshiel: Better. His name is Rali Kreigyr, and before coming to the surface, he was the Commander in Chief of the Lythanoid nation's army.

[I]Ilmiwyrth's eyes snapped into sharp, intent focus.[/I]

Ilmiwyrth: You've taken care of an army before?

Rali: For what it's worth.

[I]The voice was gravelly, tired, but possessed of a wry sense of humour.[/I]

Ilmiwyrth: How large?

Rali: Ten thousand or so.

[I]They had nearly half that number.[/I]

Ilmiwyrth: And you'd be willing to administer this one...

Rali: That's why I'm here.

Ilmiwyrth: If you weren't so damn tall, I could kiss you... You're the first good news I've had in weeks.

[I]Ryshiel shot him an annoyed look. Despite being as...openminded as him, she was still quite possessive. Otku looked on in long-suffering amusement.

Ilmiwyrth lead Rali off, animated now, talking in a steady, inspired stream. The expression on Rali's features was now clearer, as they walked into darkness. Rali's face was lit by some kind of internal grey light. His black lips and eyes looked interested, even happy. As Ilmiwyrth explained their mission, and more to the point, the current set up of the army, Rali's features firmed slightly, and he started shaking his head. A minute later, he was offering suggestions that had Ilmiwyrth, the being feared by more people than any since Maleer, looking down in rueful annoyance. They walked into the main yard, currently underpoplated.[/I]

Ilmiwyrth: We have a large detachment under Captain Aidien, headed for Corock, but other than that everyone's here. We've no real way to quarter people effectively, since we haven't really tested which combinations of creature work best.

Rali: I'll take care of that immediately.

[I]Ilmiwyrth shot him a thankful grin. Rali grinned back, the expression strange on his bizarre face. It suddenly disappeared, and faster than Ilmiwyrth thought possible, Rali lunged towards him. Ilmiwyrth's mind lashed out, but found some strange barrier he'd never encountered before. A second later he was free, Rali looking past him in anger. An arrow now lay in the ground where he had formerly stood. Ilmiwyrth, instantly understanding, spun and again sent his mind out.

A few seconds later, a nondescript looking man ran into the large square, screaming and looking over his shoulder as if being chased. He suddenly stopped, a horrified expression on his face. Rali looked at Ilmiwyrth, noting that Ilmiwyrth's eyes had gone a whirled grey and black maelstrom. He looked back. The man was terrified now, curling up, looking all around him as if surrounded by some kind of hideous creatures. Rali doubted that the ones he could actually seewere the ones the man was afraid of. The man suddenly started jolting, as if he were being kicked and struck. His screams of fear turned to pain, and a few minutes later, a rattling moan. He sighed, and lay still. Ilmiwyrth's eyes cleared, and he looked back to Rali, face expressionless.[/I]

Ilmiwyrth: That's the third this week. And your next priority. Perimeter defence.[/font][/color]

[Solo Tremaine]

Aidian let out a triumphant laugh as his arm squeezed around Rayne's neck.

"I thought I'd catch you snooping around here. Thought you could get the drop on me, did you?" he growled, tightening his grip.

Rayne pulled at his arm around her neck, trying to break free. His skin was ice cold. As things around her started to blur together, she knew she had to do something. Concentrating, she lifted her arm up and slammed her elbow deep into her captor's side. His grip loosened and she pulled herself free, whirling herself round and spinning the dirk from its scabbard.

Aidian smiled slyly.

"Clever..." he hissed. "But not clever enough!" He threw his hands out in front of him and a barrage of ice needles flew from his palms, careening into the girl and knocking her form the egde of the cliff.

Aidian peered over the egde, expecting to see a grizzly sight at the bottom. Now where did she fall?

Leaning slightly further over the egde, he noticed something glinting in the dim light. It was coming towards him.

Suddenly, something struck his jaw and he fall back onto the ground, dazed.

"Hah!" Rayne chortled, watching Aidian writhe on the floor. "Even sparrows have claws, idiot."

Aidian hauled himself to his feet and spat at her in disgust. "Why bother trying to fight a battle you cannot win? Standing against our forces is suicide." he scowled, ignoring the blood trickling from his jaw.

"It's a better fate than falling to Ilmiwyrth!" Rayne yelled, brandishing her dirk at him. She could slit his throat so easily...

Aidian retreated slightly. He knew it would be a mistake to come up unarmed. "I'll make sure you're the one Ilmiwyrth executes first under the new order." he screamed back, running back into the forest towards the camp.

"Too frightened to do it yourself, coward?" she hollered back.

It was a shallow victory, and it didn't mean anything. If nothing else, Aidian would have a greater passion to kill her than he already did. She had to find somewhere else to camp for the night.

* * *

Aidian wiped the blood from his jaw in frustration. He should know better than to let her get away. He slammed his fist onto the table in frustration, sending maps and battle plans flying all over the tent. His white hair was tinted with the blood and mud of the fierce battles he'd fought coming to Corock. The resistance was getting stronger.

But it didn't matter. Soon everyone would be under Master Ilmiwyrth's command, and there was nothing they could do to stop it, no matter how many heroes they sent after them.

Grabbing a sheathed sword from the floor, he strapped it to his belt and went outside to give the lieutenants their orders.

[Kei]

[color=royalblue]Rayne had quickly fled the scene where she had encounted Aidien and settled in the middle branches of an old oak tree. She silently cursed at the fact that she allowed herself to be taken by surprise. She'd trained herself better than that.

"Savage... Nothing but a savage..." she growled angrily.

She then touched at the spot on her neck where Aidien had grabbed her. It was still cold to the touch.

"If it weren't for that blasted ice he always uses, I could have flown away when I struck him. And I could have easily dashed and slashed his throat...but I didn't. What happened to me...? I could have ended his onslaught then, and yet I let that oppritunity slip away. Could it have been because..."

Rayne looked down at the dirk she'd been holding in her hand. The moonlight helped her to see her soft reflection in the blade, but only for an instant. She then clenched the grip and threw the dirk forcefully into the Earth below.

"No. That can't be it. That's [i]not[/i] it. I'll allow myself to be damned for all eternity before that ever happens!"

Rayne clenched her teeth in anger and turned herself so that she faced the waning moon. As she looked at it, she became lost in a sea of thought. About how Aidien had killed off her village. About Ilmiwryth. About vengeance. About how she needed to find the others.

"I'll see to it that I make you pay, Aidien. That you can count on."

Rayne slid off the branch of the tree and gracefully made her way down to the base. She quickly found her dirk in the ground, buried up to the hilt. She tugged it out and cleaned the blade with a bit of grass she pulled up from nearby.

"Threw it harder than I thought," she muttered as she sheathed it in her belt again.

She closed her eyes and began to concentrate. Soon, her body began to glow with a white light and a pair of large, feathery, angelic wings sprouted from her back. She faced in the way where Aidien's camp lie and scowled.

"Aidien..... When we meet again, I'll be sure make up for what I missed tonight...."

She turned, beat her wings hard and took off into the night sky, not knowing exactly where she was going, letting the moon be her guide...[/color]

[juna]

Ilmiwyrth looked around the main yard for anything that seemed out of the ordinary, once satisfied that all was well; instructed two guards to remove the stationary heap that litter the yard. Ilmiwyrth shook his head in disbelief, the light from the surrounding fires hitting his face to show a glimmer of sadness. In his head, Ilmiwyrth was desperately searching for the answer he has been asking himself for all these long years now, Why can't people just accept...why...?

Ilmiwyrth snapped out of his daze and beckoned for Otku and Ryshiel to his place. Once there, he instructed Otku to guide Rali to suitable quarters and Ryshiel to accompany him to the eating quarters. Otku's eyes fixed on Ilmiwyrth, and he knew that she was disappointed to have been ordered to go with Rali.

Ilmiwyrth: You of course will be joining us in the Dining Hall Otku, after you have shown Rali to his room. Rali, please, you are also welcome to join us for our dinner. If you wish to attend, please wash up and Otku will lead you to the hall when you are ready. Do you have any personals with you? if so, I will have them sent up, they will be waiting for you upon your arrival.

Rali: Thank you, My Lord. It will be an honor to work for you. I will begin to forge plans for tightened securities right away.

With this Ilmiwyrth and Ryshiel walked off, both ordaining looks of satisfaction. Otku led Rali through the dark corridors and hallways, the torches hanging on the walls allowing the two to follow the narrow pathways to towers of the sleeping quarters of the armies? leaders. Rali eerily studied Otku as she lead him through the flickering lights, then, he spoke.

Rali: What do you think of Ilmiwyrth? Do you believe he will prevail in this altercation with Reika and it's people?

Otku gently turned around and stared at him in puzzlement.

Otku: (in a quite voice) This is not something I only believe in, but something I know. Please, follow me.

Just as Otku had turned, she had turned again and began to walk up the stairs of the final tower of where Rali would be staying. Rali watched her, then followed, skipping a few stairs to catch up to his guide. Finally, Otku and Rali reached their final destination; Otku opened the door and walked inside Rali?s room to find that all of his belongings had already been placed near his bedside. She slowly turned again and in a soft voice she spoke,

Otku: It seems as if all is in order here. Will you be attending the feast this evening?

She looked at Rali awaiting an answer, Rali stared back at her, stumbling for a reply.

Rali: I will not be attending this evening. I would like to take a walk around the perimeter of the base this evening and study everything I can about the layout. If I am to tighten securities and protect Lord Ilmiwyrth, I must have an understanding of the surroundings. Relay this message to Lord Ilmiwyrth, tell him that I would like to meet with him at his first opportunity tomorrow to discuss what I ideas I have currently and will further this evening.

Otku nodded her head and a slight grin washed over her face.

Otku: I will relay your message; have a good evening Commander Kreigyr.

With this Otku slipped out of the door and gently closed it behind her. Weaving back in and out through the hallways, Otku felt something strange come over her. Otku felt as though she were being watched, she looked behind her then began to have flashbacks of her past and the men that had drapped themselves over her. Otku began to sweat immediately and soon after that had dropped to her knees. What is going on, Otku asked herself, what is happening to me?

At that moment Xaiver came upon her and with feverish urgency asked if she were well.

Otku: Please... take me to Ilm...

Silence. Otku did not finish her sentence; instead she had passed fully out and lay in still on the ground. Xaiver scooped her in his arms and went with speed to find Ilmiwyrth.

[Mina]

Tara stood on the shrine terrace and looked down consideringly. The moon showed bright and full, lighting a small trail out of the accursed village.
Now, what would these miserable people think when they find her gone. Some would probably accuse her of betraying them and others would would go along. In any case, Tara hoped they'd enjoy their early rain, it would be something to remember.

With some final thoughts, she vanished with the passing breeze.
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Where was she now? Tara stopped for a moment when the wind dropped her off. She was sure that this wasn't her village...so what was it?
In the distance was a castle of some sort. Tara had a thought it once belonged to the royal family, but she smiled when she thought about who was living there now.

Her surroundings were once a village, but now all that remained was a few charred heaps on a cliff area. Tara smiled again.
"Serve them right." she thought unreasonably.

Now to get out of this place, whatever it was. Tara took another breeze; it was a weak one, dropping her off about half a mile.
[I]Now[/I] where was she?
'I must really start to get out more.' she thought wearily. But she couldn't go back now, her feelings toward her former village forbade her. Some scars had never healed, but Tara had always kept pride as a weapon. Sometimes it was a hard weakness.

[Guest Cid_Peacecraft]

Under the waning moon, Cid slowly traveled to Corock. His gathering of information has been at a slump. Exspecially since he's found no traces of his past. The increase of rouge army encounters and slaughter of entire towns didn't help, either.

Seeing there were dead animal bodies in many places, he figured there was an army or rouge group nearby since the blood was somewhat fresh. He might as well go to Corock to help prevent any slaughter like he has seen in some smaller towns earlier. Plus, there is always money in wars and fights. He notices a feather on the road and stops. He picks it up.

Cid- "A feather... but no dead body? Surely, archers don't miss their mark. Exspecially when they have deadly aim like i have seen."

At first, was then a glisten and a beat of a wing. Then a figure crossed the moonlight shining through the trees. Cid places the feather into an inside pocket of his overcoat. He unlocks his katana from his scabbard and keeps a hand on his katana as he continues towards the town. As he walks, he keeps an eye out on the bushes for anything harmful.

Soon, he spots a Corock guard post in the distance. To prevent anything not worth his time, he dissapears into the dark of the night to pass the guards.

Guard 1- "Did you hear that?"

Guard 2- "What? No."

Guard 1- "Hmm... are you sure?"

Guard 2- "Yes, now where is our new guy? He took the job, but isn't here..."

The voices fade off and Cid finds a safe place to 'reappear'. Then, he continues to a pub to gather information... keeping his hand on the katana.

[GuyYouMetOnline]

(Damian is walking through a forest, investigating a rumor he heard about an odd shrine of some kind. He sees in in the middle of a clearing, and instantly knows that it's not what he's looking for)
Damian: Damn it! Where [i]is[/i] that thing?
???: You'll never find it.
(Damian turns around, and sees a man standing behind him with a crossbow aimed at his head)
Damian: Who are you and what do you want?
Man: Who doesn't matter. What I want is your death. I spread the word about this place to lure you here, where I could kill you.
Damian: What do you have against me?
Mad: My wife's murder. You killed her, so I'll kill you.

[the The Boy]

Arutha waited in the trees for the enemy patrol to pass him by he noted with some worry that they increased the squad size to ten. After hearing that the army of Ilmiwyrth was on it?s way to Corock he had decided to hassle them along the way, this would be the third patrol he and his companion had attacked. Glancing at his ally, who went by the name of Calis, he gave a short nod to signal that it was time to strike.
Nodding grimly Calis raised his bow and fired an arrow into the head of the patrol leader and quickly refitted an arrow and fired as Arutha dropped down spearing an enemy with the bladeless end of his halberd and using the ground as a turning point swung the blade around taking off a swordsman?s head and burying a blade in an others chest. Calis felled all but to and these charged Arutha as he freed his weapon from his victims and turned it towards these new foes, using it?s length to hold them at bay while Calis kept watch from the tree. There an opening Arutha took two steps forward and trust the halberd into the trout of the opponent on his right quickly side stepping that way himself to put distance between him and the other soldier. When suddenly Calis cried out in pain and fell from his perch three feathered shafts protruding from his back as at least fifteen more guards came from behind to ambush the companions. Knowing that this fight was hopeless Arutha caught the archer as he fell but looking at him the old man realized his friend was dead. Slinging the body of his friend over his shoulder the ancient fighter made a hasty retreat and after a mad and desperate dash found his way to river where he laid his friend to rest in the muddy banks and his voice filled with sadness said to himself ?I?ve lived to long that I am forced to bury the grandchildren of childhood friends. But I must, at least until this army of evil is beaten back.? That being said the warrior picked up his halberd and head off towards Corock to assist in it?s defense.

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]Sitting at a large, oak desk, Ken sipped his tea quietly, reading a few business letters and orders under the light of a candle. A few late night deliveries were being made outside, grunts of men and light 'thumps' distracting him as he wrote figures down idely, heaving a sigh as he set aside the paperwork.

[b]Ken[/b]: A sudden surge of weapons being ordered, and the reason so blatantly apparent. At least most of this town is already well armed- maybe Corock itself will stand as a testiment to our will.

He rubbed his forehead, a sudden headache causeing him to grimace in pain. Grabbing his frothy drink and takeing a few gulps, he stood, walking calmly to the front door to get some fresh air. He grabbed the large axe that leaned next to the door, a habit for him now, and stepped outside onto the cobblestone street, the men unloading a cart of goods waving to him as they worked. A quick nod back, and Ken was off- calmly walking down the street, with no pariticular destination in mind...[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Ryshiel snarled initially at the hesitant cough behind them. Ilmiwyth let her go and turned around. Not really embarrassed, it wasn't the first time they'd been interrupted. A single glance at Xavier's arms cut any mirth.

He rose and moved to Xavier, taking Otku from him and laying her on the bed. He looked her over a moment, she appeared feverish, shaking, and muttering some incomprehensible words. But she seemed almost afraid, which meant only one thing. Her past. Nothing else really scared her, not anymore. Ilmiwyrth opened his mind and with infinite control and patience, manipulated her into believing she was alright. Making her mind turn to other matters. Veiling the memories that tore her apart. He was uncertain how long it took, and he didn't care. When operated under this circumstance, time was meaningless compared to precision. Every mental move he made could possibly cause irreparable damage. When his eyes cleared, Otku shook once more, and lay still, smiling wanly. Ilmiwyrth layed a hand softly on her forehead, making sure that the physical effects were not too severe. As always, she'd be fine.

As Otku slowly drifted off to sleep, Ilmiwyrth turned his attention to Xavier.[/I]

Ilmiwyrth: Is our new Commander settled in?

Xavier: I assume so.

Ilmiwyrth: Good. In that case, do me a favour and take our sleeping beauty here into the next room.

[I]Xavier rolled his eyes and did it, immediately leaving and closing the door quite firmly. Ilmiwyrth turned back to Ryshiel, the comment he was about to make quite firmly cut off.[/font][/color][/I]

[GuyYouMetOnline]

Damian: I was just doing my job.
Man: I don't care. You did it, so you'll die. Any last words before I kill you?
Damian: Yes, actually. You picked a bad time to try and kill me. The darkness of night aids me, protects me. Have you ever tried fighting the night? (Pause) Didn't think so. Well, you're about to. (Damian seems to fade out, and the man can't see him. He circles around the man while talking) The night hides me. This has it's limits, but is still very useful. It's hard to fight what you can't see. Unfortunately, I can't do this in the daytime. That's true for a few of my other abilities. At night, however, they work fine. That's why you picked a bad time. Even in the day, I could have easily killed you. At night, you can't even put up a fight. (He holds out his hand, still unseen, and the man's crossbow glows black. It floats over to Damian) Again, that is something I can only do at night. The darkness of night aids me. (He shoots the man in the chest with the crossbow, then drops it) And you can't fight the night.

[Guest Cid_Peacecraft]

Cid continues down the somewhat empty streets of Corock and stops in front of the Aigaln (pub). He turns around, noticeing something bekoning; calling him to arms. A strong, dark power in the woods. He quickly lets go of the katana, and the feeling dissapates. He shakes his head and enters the pub.

There are few customers at this time of the night and because of the few rumors throughout the streets about a great army approching. There is a brute man near the entrance-a bouncer, perhaps. The bartender, and a few people on stools are at the front. One person on the stool is drunk and has passed out... the other two seem to be a young couple. The bartender is a fat man who is about six feet tall-a little taller than Cid. Anyway, Cid sits down on the stool farthest away from the others.

Bartender- (cleaning a glass) "Hey, so what do you want?"

Cid- "Nothing, well perhaps some water."

Bartender- "Being cheap, eh? Don't blame ya. Everyone's been getting weapons because of those rumors about an army. The militia are runnin' outta prison space for those wackos. Who would attack this neutral provence?" (Fills up a glass with water and hands it to Cid) "Don't seem like much of a talker... where ya from?" (Silence) "Well, what's your hometown?"

Cid- "Don't got one."

Bartender- "Now, now. Guess you don't have much of a past. Got any marks, brands, or crests? I know quite a bit about their connections to families."

Cid- "Yes, a crest with a ship on a piece of torn clothing." (Pulls out a piece of torn clothing and hands it to the bartender.)

Bartender- (Moves to a better light source and examines with a magnifing glass) "Hmm... the ship's name is 'Peacecraft'. Well, you must be from the Peacecraft's. I know there is a ship named that... it too dissapeared; just like the family." (Hands the cloth back) "Well, they were richer than... hello?" (Cid shows he doesn't want to talk anymore and the bartender moves away.)

[GuyYouMetOnline]

(Damian fades back in, and stands over the man. He yanks the crossbow bolt out of the man's chest, walks back to the crossbow, loads it, and shoots the man in the head)
Damian: Now I know you're dead. Can't take any chances, after all (He looks up at the moon, using it to determine the time) Good. It's night there. That means I can get there the quick way.
(Damian closes his eyes, concentrating. He forms an image of where he wants to go in his mind, and in a few seconds he is there. He appears in the millitary encampment where Ilmiwyrth is, and there is a man standing in front of him)
Man: What the... how [i]do[/i] you do that, Damian?
Damian: I'll explain it one more time, David: I don't. The night does. I form a picture of my destination in my mind, and, provided it's night both where I am and where I want to go, the night takes me there. However, I can't be or or want to appear inside. I'm not quite sure why, but that's the way it is. Now, I believe Ilmiwyrth is expecting me. (He walks off)
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OOC: David is just a person Damian knows.

[Guest Oyeah]

Mary: Rise and shine!
Dante?s sheets were stripped from his bed. He continued to lay there curled up in a ball. He lived in the small mountain village called Koral and the temperature there was freezing. Freezing to the extent of his mother to literally drag him out of bed.
Mary: Get up, lazy boy! Today?s the big day!
She was right. Today was the big day. Today Dante?s dream would come true. He would become a knight of the Infinite Legion.
He went through all of his daily motions that he did prior to going to work. Dante couldn?t help being excited. After becoming knighted, he planned on journeying with a party and doing great deeds for people. His ambition was to become a renowned hero, like his father Basho.
Mary: Breakfast is getting cold. Hurry up or you?ll be late!
Dante: I?m coming!
He hurried down the stairs to join his mother at the dining table. Mmm?curried rabbit?again!
Dante: Uh, I?ll think I?ll skip breakfast mum. I don?t want to lose my appetite for the big feast tonight!
He ran outside.
Dante: Gotta go mum, I?ll be late!
Mary: Wait just a minute! What sort of knight leaves his mother without saying goodbye?
Dante: Mum, I?ll be home tonight.
Mary: I know.
He kissed her on the cheek and she wrapped her arms around him tightly.
Dante: Hey ?
Mary: Aw, my little baby?s growing up so fast!
Dante: Cut it out mum! Someone will see!
???: Too late!
Dante turned around to see who was talking to him. His friend Esay came up and slapped Dante on the back, almost knocking him over.
Esay: Don?t you worry Mrs Barnaman, I?ll take good care of the little bugger.
Mary: Thank you darling.
She hugged him as well.
Esay: OK?
Dante: We?d better go mum.
Dante sulked. Sure he wasn?t tall, but he wasn?t a midget either.
Mary: Wait I almost forgot?
She ran off into the house and lugged back out a huge two-handed sword.
Mary: Happy birthday!
It was expertly crafted and lined with many jewels. Patterns of dragons and various other creatures adorned the edges and some ancient, undecipherable writing was engraved along the side of the blade.
Dante: Wow!
Mary: It was your father?s. He used it when he fought in that battle with Maleer. The sword came home but Basho didn?t. I want you to have it.
Tears came to her eyes.
Mary: You promise me you?ll come home! If I lost you to I don?t know what I?ll do.
Dante embraced his mother.
Dante: Listen! I?m only getting knighted today. I haven?t left home yet. You?ll see me tonight.
Mary: OK. I love you.
Dante: I love you to.
The beautiful moment was interrupted.
Esay: Holy crap! Listen we gotta run Dante! You?re late!
Dante: Bye mum!
The two of them began to run to the Cathedral where Dante would be knighted.
To become a knight of the Infinite Legion you had to be at least fifteen years of age, which was the bare minimum.
Today was Dante?s fifteenth birthday.
Esay was a few years older than Dante so he was already a knight.
Esay: Run faster! We?re late!
Dante: I?m going as fast as I can!
Esay smirked.
Esay: OK, ?Little baby?.
Dante: Shut up!
Esay: Ooh sorry! Don?t start crying on me now! Heh.

[juna]

Otku slowly opened her eyes as the morning sun broke against her window; how she loved the soft sunlight warming her face whilst in slumber. Removing the large coverings from atop her, Otku swung her long legs from out underneath them, stepping upon the cold stone below. A short shiver coursed through her, followed after with a gentle breeze that kissed her body sweeping throughout the room. Otku grabbed her dagger from a nearby table, covered herself with a robe and began to walk towards the direction of the cool air.

Most of the windows in the castle adorned curtains made of the finest materials gathered from all the surrounding lands, however, Otku wouldn't hear of hanging such things in her room. She loved the feeling of openness; she loved gazing upon the lands that soon would be ruled by Ilmiwyrth unhindered.

Otku slumped herself by the ledge and began to comb through her hair using the blade of her knife. The sun was now in the sky and there were no clouds to be seen. Woods were as far as the eye could see, containing grand trees of many in all shapes and sizes.

The girl peered down below to see the guards underneath her and throughout the perimeter. She grinned to herself broadly thinking how these men resemble playthings to her and how she despises each and everyone one of them.

Using the tip of her blade, Otku began to scratch her chin gently in a circular motion. Slowly, she walked away from the window; the grin on the beauties face slowly dissolving as thoughts of the night before crept into her mind.

Otku: :: (quietly mumbling) :: I remember Rali... I remember Xavier... I remember Ilmiwyrth... I... I?

Nothing. Otku could remember nothing more.

Needing to find answers, Otku left her room and knocked on the neighboring door for Ryshiel, her dear sweet Ryshiel.

Ilmiwyrth spent most of his nights here with her, or the three if it suited the both, however Ilmiwyrth had already left the quarters early for business in which only he could attend to. There were rumors as to where Ilmiwyrth went off to but no one knew for sure. An hour in which he could never be disturbed, this was all that had to be known.

Ryshiel opened the door looking as beautiful as ever. A smile washed across her face.

Ryshiel: I'm very glad to see you standing here. I thought it was to be another guard. I'm late for an archery lesson this morning and you would think that the world is to end.

Ryshiel made herself to the bed and began to tap it signaling Otku to sit beside her.

Ryshiel: You had us scared last night. Ilmiwyrth worked on you for quite some time. Xavier came in with you slumped over in his arms... I.. I was....

Otku: :: smiling :: I never want to be without you and our dear Ilmiwyrth. Last night, however is the reason for my visit. I can't remember what happened. I can't remember anything.

Ryshiel: Yes. You seemed afraid Otku, of what I can't be sure. :: taking Otku's hand :: I've never seen you like that Otku. Promise me you will never let that happen again. We can't loose you. I can't loose you. Not to mention :: a grin washing over Ryshiel's face :: we don't stand for wimps around here.

Both the girls started to laugh.

Ryshiel: :: Pulling Otku up :: Come on, let's go find some trouble to get into. Go get some clothes on, I'll meet you out in the courtyard by the main entrance.

Otku: Trouble sounds good.

With that, Otku slid herself through the doorway and closed the door behind her.

[Jim_Hawking]

OOC: Sorry, I haven't posted yet, dang sporadic net access....
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*A flashback: Jim,a young boy who appears to be about 13 is in a small room, with a 14 year old girl,Leiana

Jim: Are you ABSOLUTELY sure your father, the Chief, is ok with this?

Leiana: Like the say, what you don't know can't hurt ya.

Jim: That's not reassuring.

*The Chief,a man of 35 years, enters the room*

Chief: Young Man! Unhand my daughter at once!

Jim: Oh $%*&, this is gonna hurt...*End Flashback*

*Jim suddenly sits upright...and falls off his stool in the Aigaln*

Jim:...That's gonna hurt in the morning. And that's not who my past happened at all. Why is my memory of that clouded? *Looks around sees multiple empty glasses* That could be a good reason...

*Sees Cid at the other end of the bar*

Why do I have the feeling I've seen you before?

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Takuya, if you're not going to read the posts that involve my character, then don't you involve him either. As I remember, I described my current setting pretty damn well, and I don't think castle or throne room came up at all.

IC: [I]Ilmiwyrth was actually closeted with Rali at the time, working out logistics, dealing with contingent defense plans, perimeter pickets, the formation of regiments, minor infantry tactics, the occasional hit and run style tactic for the few cavalry suited creatures they had, etc. It was going surprisingly well, in main because Ilmiwyrth shut up and let Rali do what he want. He had a feeling that a) Rali knew exactly what he was doing, and b) it wouldn't be much of a good idea to piss him off. Four armed demon creatures tended to be like that.

So Ilmiwyrth merely watched him, as he expertly arranged maps, reports and the like to a science of readability. Ilmiwyrth watched his arm movements, puzzled. There was something slightly strange about them. He worked out what it was when Rali bent his arm backwards at the elbow to reach for a dispatch relating to their supply lines. Rali noted Ilmiwyrth's incredulous look.[/I]

Rali: We don't have bones. Just specialised muscles.

Ilmiwyrth: You don't happen to fight hand to hand do you?

Rali: Actually, yes....

Ilmiwyrth: Oh, I have to see this.

Rali: There's another person here smart enough not to use a weapon?

[I]Ilmiwyrth stood up, absently stretching his fingers, talonlike. Rali took the hint, and followed him outside.

Ilmiwyrth lead them onto the archery field, where several people, including Ryshiel and Otku, were busily firing arrows and quarrels into straw targets. Rather than halt the arrows, Ilmiwyrth lead Rali directly into the middle of the field. Unconcernedly, everybody kept firing. Rali raised a pseudo-eyebrow, slightly concerned, while they both dodged the occasional stray arrow.[/I]

Ilmiwyrth: If they can't fire at targets with intervening distractions, some of them being comrades, then they won't be much use in a fight will they? And if we can't fight while avoiding arrows, we aren't much use either.

Rali: Doesn't this cause a few fatalities?

Ilmiwyrth: Not after I'm finished with the recruits.

[I]Without further word, Ilmiwyrth sent a stepping, leading leg sidekick towards Rali's midsection. Unhesitatingly, Rali sweeped one of his lower arms into a lower crescent block. Ilmiwyrth spun, left leg coming up in a stabbing back kick. Rali came in fast, using four arms to good advantage. Quickly, fists became the most dominant weapon used, the occasional knifehand strike or palm strike slamming into the fray. Every now and then, they swayed away from arrows as their paths crossed those of the targets, but neither faltered.

Ilmiwyrth suddenly brought a knee up sharply into Rali's stomach. Rali doubled over, surprised. A few swift kicks later, he was on the ground.[/I]

Rali: That was....surprising.

Ilmiwyrth: Been doing this a long while I guess.[/font][/color]

[Sakura]

OOC:Sorry I'm late.^_^;;;

Sakura ran quickly and swiftly through the forests.She was running.Not of fear but to forget her memories.Sakura had just left her little hometown and wanted to leave to not remember.A piece of her robe snatched on a twig and Sakura quickly yanked it free making a small tear and leaving a piece of twig in the tear.

Sakura stopped briefly and climbed the closest tree and looked above the foliage.It was nearing Sunset so she had been running for a day.Sakura descended and sighed heavily.She sat on a log and stretched out from the day of running.Sakura opened her bag she was carrying and brought out the small knife her father had carved her that had taken him a long time.A fat chubby tear ran down the side of Sakura's cheek and landed on the blade.Sakura placed it gently into her bag and brought out an apple she had picked that day before she left and crunched into it loudly.Her family was known for magic,farming and blacksmithing.Her mother was a mage,her father and older brother were farmers and blacksmiths and her younger brother and sister helped out whenever they could.Sakura had inherited the 2 abilities from her parents.Although she was more to her mother's side but she was still good at farming and blacksmithing.

Sakura wiped her face on a part of her robe and quickly finished the apple digging a hole and burrying the core for it to re-grow.Sakura dusted her hands off and hauled the packed bag onto her back and headed off through the forest again hoping to arrive at the next town before Nightfall and hopefully to find other people on the same quest as her.

[the The Boy]

Arutha cursed his old body as he sat down to rest. ?At this rate Aidien's forces will reach Corock before me and I won?t be able to help at all. If only I had a horse I could reach the city first and put my fighting skills and healing powers to use.?
The former garrison leader was traveling off of the road to avoid any advance scouts sent ahead, but the trail was slowing him down and the stops he had to make weren?t helping either.
?Well? No use complaining about something that hasn?t happened yet.? He thought to himself as he stood up ?Just gotta keep movin.?

[GuyYouMetOnline]

OOC:

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by The Harlequin [/i]
[B][font=gothic][color=crimson]As I remember, I described my current setting pretty damn well.[/font][/color] [/B][/QUOTE]

You did? Where? *Looks at Harlequin's previous posts in this RPG* I don't see any detailed description. The few bits of setting information I did find bring two images to my mind: castle and millitary encampment. Since it's not the former, I assume it's the latter. I'll edit my posts to reflect this.
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(Damian walks through the encampment, muttering)
Damian: He told me to come yesterday evening. He insisted I be here yesterday evening. And when I get here, he makes me wait until today. I could have been continuing my search, but nooooooo. God, I hate things like this. (He sees Ilmiwyrth and Rali fighting, and watches. When the battle ends he walks over) You wanted to see me?
Rali: Who's this?
Damian: I'm Damian. I'm basically an assasin, though I sometimes do soldier-type things. I believe Ilmiwyrth has as assignment for me. That's why you wanted to see me, isn't it, Ilmiwyrth?
Ilmiwyrth: Yes.
Damian: What is it?
Ilmiwyrth: A few of Aidien's men have dissapeared recently. Apparently, those men were all sent to investigate a strange altar-like structure that has been discovered near Corock. The only member of the group who returned described, among other things, a strange symbol: a a circle set over a six-pointed star so that it crosses the star at every not-point intersection.
Damian: It has the Mark?
Ilmiwyrth: Yes. That is why I decided to send you to investigate.
Damian: It's been found. Finally, it's time.
Ilmiwyrth: Why have you been looking for it?
Damian: It is the key. Inside me is the lock. Behind that lock is the knowlege I require. I cannot tell you why, because I do not know. I will return when I do.

[Solo Tremaine]

"Tonight, sir?"

"Yes." Aidian growled. "We can't wait any longer."

The lieutenants looked at each other a little worriedly. "But... we've not even finished setting up camp yet."

Aidian turned to face the back of the tent, where a large map was hung over a frame. "Good. That means we can move it more quickly." He studied their position on the map.

"Once we have Corock we can set it up as our temporary stronghold. The mines around here will be useful to make supplies of weapons and armour. And the mountains to the East should give us a good boundary and vantage point to watch for opposing forces."

Lieutenant Stire shuffled slightly. "You're suggesting we annex Corock as our base? It's a fairly small town, and not very well-defended."

Aidian gave him a stern look.

"Then we'll make it bigger. The mines and mountains have plenty of resources for us to build a more fortified town, and there are plenty of people who'll be [i]willing[/i] to work for us." he continued. Corock was a mostly industrial town, but had a large population. If they hadn't any defences then they'd be fairly easy to take down. Aidian had heard stories about brave warriors who chased dragons from the mines, but these were probably more folklore than anything else. The archers would be able to take down almost any resistance before they even got to the city gates.

"Get the archers onto the rise to the East so they can shoot straight into the town. Set up the infantry and heavy artilery at the main gates, and have the cavalry and batering ram taken around the back. We have to take the resources in this city as soon as possible to replenish the stock we've already lost." Aidian commanded. He would be on his horse leading the infantry charge. He loved the sound of battle, and was itching to fight after the encounter with Rayne.

"Go!"

[Guest Cid_Peacecraft]

Cid turned to see th rather humorous scene of Jim falling off of his stool. Jim gets up, picks up one of his unfinished bottles, and slowly walks over to Cid to sit down. Jim's breath smells horrid due to all the alchohol.

Jim- "Hey, I know you from somewhere. I know it! Just to d--- drunk." (Jim burps).
Cid- "...excuse you. Who are you?" (Cid remembers this man perfectly well, but makes him seem like a stranger).
Jim- (seeming ignoring Cid) "Hey, what about having a few women in a tavern, eh? EH?! HAHA!... I'm sorry, what did you say? Wait, nevermind. I'm Jim..."

Cid- "Jim, eh?" (Cid remembers seeing a wanted poster for Jim.)

The bartender begins to give a little more attention to the drunk. Also, 12 armed men walk into the bar. They're weapons are drawn and look serious.

Leader- "Hey, Jim. Got the money?

Cid- "Jim, you better sober up real quick."

Jim- "I'm not as drunk as I seem." (Both, Jim and Cid get up and off their stools. Jim draws his long sword. Cid takes his katana in his right hand and his crossbow in his left.) "I remember you, now. Cid, right? Here's a momento to old times."

Cid- "I don't think they'll back down for anything but your head... hope your skills haven't got rusty... because this is the prelude of Corock's fall."

Jim- "Huh?"

[Kei]

[color=royalblue]The wind blew hard against Rayne. She could barely see anything due to all the debris flying into her face. She quickly found a ledge and set herself down.

"When did this wind kick up all of a sudden?" Rayne said to herself. "It's as if it's trying to say something...."

Rayne turned towards the direction the wind was blowing only to have it gust even harder. She was unable to catch herself as it caught hold of her wings and blew her over the edge. She nimbly turned herself around in mid-air and flew back up to the ledge, hovering slightly.

"Perhaps it's saying that I should go back...but why?"

As if in response to her question, the gust picked up even more speed, and sent her tumbling end over end before allowing her to settle in the tops of a nearby tree. Rayne beat her wings furiously against the rising storm to keep from being blown any farther away.

"I guess I'll just go, then! Though I'll probably break my neck in this wind!" Rayne yelled over the howl.

With that, she launched herself from the treetop and flew along with the flow of the wind. Instead of causing her more harm, it actually speeded her along quite nicely.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd swear Aidien had something to do with this..."

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Rayne watched on as Aidien and his troops quickly broke what little camp they had set up and quickly gather in marching formation.

"So he's making his move tonight, eh? Sneaky little devil. Just how he's always been..."

Rayne glided from her post high enough as to where she sould barely be seen, but was well out of archer range should she be spotted.

"Perhaps a visit to Corock is in order after all..."[/color]