RPG The White Lasin [PG-13]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]They were about to clear the summit when the final rock face appeared. It was sheer. Senrai arched her back and hissed. Draak looked up and grimaced. There was no way in hell he would be able to climb it. She tossed her head scornfully and bared her claws, removing her shoes.

Then she arched her back, then flexed her claws. He stared as she began scaling the rock with her claws and toes alone. The talons dug in, offering her complete freedom of movement. She locked her legs and jumped one more time, hitting the top with a dull thud. Draak looked up at her and she waved. Just as he was about to ask her how he was going to get up a 100 foot rock wall, she passed her hand over her hair and elongated the ponytail. It shimmered, then became long enough to accomidate him. He was about to climb it, when he suddenly wondered if she would be able to hold him.

Senrai shook her hair at him and sent a quiet message into his mind.

"....climb now, it will hold you. Trust me."[/i]

"You s ure?"

[i]"Positive."

He shrugged and grasped her hair in his hands. It tightened, then held. Carefully, he began to climb, holding on for dear life. Senrai dug her nails into the ground and braced herself, locking all four limbs and waiting patiently. It didn't hurt, but it was weighing her down.[/i][/COLOR]

[Squall]

Ronan flew through the air and plummeted through a rooftop of a small house, the occupants screaming and running out. Ronan raised a bruised head to look at the open door. He could see the outlines of the occupants rushing for help, before he slowly dissolved into darkness...

"What should we do with him?" The voice echoed in his head. "I don't know. Do you suppose this uniform belongs to that other bloke?"

"Could be. It was odd seeing him out of uniform, ecspecially today at the council." The council. What a fine day for this mess! The council's purpose was the meeting of the two representitives, one from Talisov, and one from this wretched moon place. The meeting would be to decide whether or not the international treaty held between them, and may turn to war if the wrong actions were taken.

Ronan had to get there! But, he wasn't in the state to do anything at that moment. His arm felt broken, and the guards were upon him. "We should kill 'em, quick and easy. That other bloke won't mind it much, I imagine." Who was that other bloke? Could it have been a terrorist taking his place? Then he remembered, the man that had rammed into him! Of course he was up to something, nobody dared go near an Imperial Officer when his path was so important! He must have robbed the buckle, but what chaos would he dare bring?

Ronan opened his eyes slowly, seeing two guards standing over him. "He's awake, methinks." Ronan launched himself up with the necessity at hand, and used his knife to impale one of the guards in his head. The other guard suffered a kick to the collar bone, knocking them back and sending them head over heals over a chair.

Ronan looked back to the other guard. He was dead. It hit him like a fist what he had just done, and he was breifly very glad to not be thought of as Talislovinian...

[Doukeshi]

Jerith looked around hismelf with wide, wary eyes. He was now inside the town hall, surrounded on all sides by guards, soldiers and council members. Fingering the golden buckle nestled in his pocket he tried to calm his racing heart.

"Oooh laddy..." He breathed slowly, trying to find an exit that wasn't covered with twenty guards. Scratching the back of his neck absently he was ushured forwards by the two guards who had tackled him previously. Entering through a doorway barred by large, ornate oaken doors Jerith whistled lowly as he caught site of the large ebony table that stood in the center of what appeared to be some kind of board room. The ceiling was raised high, producing an echo of his footsteps as he wandered around the room.

"Please Master....?" The guard looked at him questioningly

"Ah, Jerith." Jerith offered hesitantly

"Master Jerith, seat yourself at the table, the council will be with you shortly."

Jerith nodded and sat himself slowly upon one of the large cushioned chairs, tapping his fingers nervously upon the hard wooden surface.

"Och you've bin' and gettin yersel' in a whole load o' trouble here Jerith mah boy." Jerith whispered to himself, casting slight glances at the large doors. A heavy creak caused him to jump to his feet, spinning to watch the doorway as several council members and a tall, uniformed soldier entered and seated themselves at the table.

"Well, Master Jerith." What seemed to be the elder at the head of the table spoke softly to the room. "What message does Talisov bring to Troglinar?"

[skedy]

[COLOR=teal][size=1] Draak continued up the thin silky threads, uneasy with the fact that his companion could hold an eight hundred pound lizard from her head and not loose her scalp. The giant reptile heaved himself over the ledge and clambered to his feet, pausing as he waited for Senrai to regain her composure.

?Hurry Master?s cave is just ahead, he will be very pleased to see us.? Draak offered a claw to the small sidhe beside him; she accepted and was pulled onto his shoulders once again. Draak continued eagerly now, trotting along as a dog longing to see its master, Senrai could do more than hang on ere they came to the foot of the final peak of the mountain. She was thankful that they did not have to climb this one for its walls were steep and in many places as smooth as finely polished steel, resting in the foot of the closest cliff was a small opening, Draak removed Senrai from his shoulders and squeezed inside, she followed close behind.

Draak sped down the narrow corridor, extending several dozen feet into the mountain before ending in a large cavern with vaulted ceilings and a grand stair ending in its center, protruding from the northern wall. Centered atop the stair was a heavy stone door, its black face seeming to spew forth the darkness that surrounded the pair. Draak was unsure of his companion?s ability to see in the dark but he certainly had no problems with it as he moved slowly up the stairs, stopping when he reached the small platform bridging the gap between them and the intricately carved door.

In the middle of this platform stood a low pedestal, the remains of a heavy black sphere resting atop, made from the same stone as the one Draak had toiled to bring this far. The sphere was laced with small cracks from being pieced together by the many servants of the dark power that now rested behind the door, the seal, all but one piece had been placed back into the awing object, the piece Draak was fishing out of the small sack he carried with him.

Slowly the giant lizard lowered his claw to the sphere and dropped the missing shard into the gap that remained, the room filling with a brilliant light as it made contact, before fading back to a flickering red glow now coming from the sphere. Draak stepped back, suddenly unsure to what he was supposed to do next. He turned to Senrai, not seeing the equally sized whole in the seal glowing softly as it waited for the artifact?[/size][/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She pressed her fingers to her lips and touched the stone reverently, feeling in awe at the presence in her mind. It was a crushing weight that held her imobile, but did not choke the life from her. She sighed and knelt, her head sinking to the floor along with her knees and hands.

Draak was not as spiritually aware, therefore did not sense the growing power in the cavern, filling it with itself, enveloping the pair, shrouding everything in complete darkness.[/i]

".....master..."

"Yes.....I am here."

"You're going to reward us?"

"My servents...my children....yes. You have served your purpose for now....that is good."

[i]She raised her head, tears in her eyes. Her master's voice was sweetness itself to her, more than any other voice in the world. And the dark pool that was her mind mingled with his, giving her a feeling akin to sheer ecstasy. Her lips parted slightly, her breath coming faster. Draak put his hands on her shoulders, steadying her. Her movement ceased and she tilted her head back, feeling an invisible hand run itself down the length of her stretched out body.[/i][/COLOR]

[skedy]

[COLOR=teal][size=1] Turning his attention from Senrai the power inside the room focused on the throbbing black sphere, easing it with all the might that was his from the platform into the socket on centred in the seal, while his minions had freed his powers from their bindings they had done little to aid his physical movement.

Draak stood with his arms on Senrai, aghast as the sphere flew from the pedestal and imbedded into the seal, the room falling still as the dull throbbing light faded back into the natural darkness of the cavern. Realizing that he was still holding Senrai Draak quickly withdrew his hands and sighed a hiss into the air, it was over he need not travel another mile unless his master found some greater errand for him.

The eerie silence that had so quickly snuck up on the pair was broken by the harsh grinding of stone on stone as the heavy black stone of the seal parted as doors to a mighty castle, a thick black vapour pouring out with the tiniest crack. Was this his master, the one who had called him from so far away?

Slowly small tendrils of the black mist filled every corner of the room, the walls themselves springing into a dull reddish glow with upon its touch. Draak felt a great chill on his skin as the vapour flooded the air around them; its sent thick and reassuring gave Draak an uneasy feel in the pit of his stomachs.

Standing atop the small platform the two watched, neither had the courage left to move, a portion of the darkened air broke away and floated low to the ground, there it began reshaping itself until the vague outline of two humans could be seen, each holding the others hand as they turned towards Draak and Senrai.

?You have done well my followers, you have succeeded where many have failed before you.? The voice echoed around the room, as if the air itself had taken thought and began to speak, yet the eerie voice could be deciphered as neither male or female as it repeated its echo through the creatures heads, overlapping its own sentence as it spoke. ?But your service has not ended now, you shall still strive to attain the rewards that you were promised for nothing is given freely.?

Senrai tried to speak he mind but found she lacked the confidence to return the entity?s words, the reassurance flooded through her body and she decided it was best to do more for her reward, her mind was not hers though she was none the wiser.

?You, we shall work together. Here we are safe but they will not let it remain so, we must move to make all safe for us to dwell as we see fit.? The voice echoed through the rock, followed closely by itself in the both the lizardman?s and sidhe?s heads. ?One must now go to the tower south of here, through the realms of man and the command of Talisov and into the stronghold of the orcs of Kunrai, they have pledged their allegiance to us and will march north in great number, razing the hopes of those who seek to harm us.? The voice paused and the pair grew weak at the knees, feeling the power around them growing in strength, finally able to regain the strength to match its incredible will. ?The other must journey north and spread word of our return, many shall come forth and we shall reclaim the strength of Haran-sia, much work must be done to restore its walls to their former glory, to our glory, be sure to bring many skilled in such labour.?

With that the voice fell silent and said nothing more, the soft hazy forms of the couple began dancing slowly around the room as the black mist continued to expand its influence and crept high into the air above the cave, blanketing the peaks of the range from the sun, colouring their blue yellow faces grey with a haze of false night?[/size][/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Senrai, filled with the dark energy she had never willingly let flow unhindered, was nearing a point of elation. Her body trembled at the power releasing itself, and she leaned against Draak for support.

The darkness spread itself, then finally slowed to a dull throb. Then the power pressing her mind down faded ever so slightly, and she stood upright, Draak's hand still on her shoulder. Dark Lasin's voice was seductive, purring in her ear, giving her a twisted sort of lust. Words that nobody else could hear.

"....you daughter, loyal to me.....I have a task for you."

"Master...?"

"Make Draak your own. Win his trust in you....it will be needed later."

"....yes....I will obey you."

"It would be nice. For the both of us."

Her slight smile went unnoticed, and the light faded, and their master's voice bid them to go. Both Draak and Senrai obeyed without question, and turned their faces to the south, in the ever expanding darkness.[/i]

"Are you ready?"

"...ready."[/COLOR]

[Squall]

Ronan shruddered, pulling the damp dagger from the guards head. As an Imperial Soldier, that would have been an act of war. Why didn't he use his head! Troglinar was quite testy with Talisov, after Talisov cut off trade when they were behind in debt. They paid, but in a very menial manner that truly did not aid Trolginar. Now the king imposed soldiers on their territory! Talk about playing your hand wrong!

Now there would surely be a war, seeing how a terrorist had taken his place. Bother! His one message may have stopped all that, but now he'd never speak! He could go to camp, get his written documents, and prove wrong the terrorist, but now that he'd killed someone...the thought gave him chills. Maybe he could assassinate the terrorist from a window ledge, and then flee to the mountains. That didn't sound too good either.

He could make a distraction outside, and then kill the terrorist in the confusion. It may work, if he were able to swipe the theif's head off with one quick arrow, take his buckle, and deliver his message and stop the war. His execution for slaying an officer would be inevidable. No, that wouldn't work either, he would become the terrorist. It took a while, but he finally decided. He would make a distraction, send an arrow through the terrorist, then flee for the mountains. Surely another guard could convey his message afterwards...

[skedy]

[COLOR=teal][size=1][b] OOC: Just PMe if you need some of that changed or if any of it seems confusing.
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As the pair moved back down the passage and exited the cave the entity turned its attention from the mountaintop to the realms of man, the troubled city of Talisov falling to its scrutiny. Locked away for decades the Dark Lasin?s influence on the world around it had not failed, the great cities Talisov and Trolginar had been coaxed to the brink of war, now the stage was set and the vast entity focused its power and prepared to begin the destruction of the realm.
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Draak looked at Senrai, somehow how he had grown attached to the peculiar little creature, his mind filling with doubt as the pair walked back along the narrow ridge leading into the cave. This was all that they were to travel together as at the end of the small path Draak was to turn south and Senrai back the north, way they had come as their master had ordered. Draak sighed and looked back to the curved horizon far off below the magnificent range he found himself on?
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?Well, Master Jerith.? The eldest member of the council leaned forward as he spoke, carefully watching the expression on the younger man?s face as he did so. ?What message does Talisov bring to Troglinar??

Sitting quietly for several moments Jerith moved to open his mouth but stopped to the sound of the large doors behind him hitting the wall. Turning to look the thief saw a confident young man stride through the doors, ignoring the guards as he went.

?What is the meaning of this?? The council member who had addressed Jerith jumped to his feet in outrage only to sink slowly back to his chair as he spotted the golden buckle and the Imperial Army insignia upon the young man?s attire.

?I am Terith, messenger of the Imperial army, I bare urgent message from Talisov.? The young man crossed the room quickly, placing a sealed envelope on the heavy oak table he stepped back and waited for the council to read the message.

Carefully the elder picked up the small letter and studied the seal before saying: ?Indeed this is the seal of the royal house of Talisov? The aging man broke the thick wrapping and fell silent as he read the letter, his face contorted as he stood, turning slowly to his colleges. ?This is a declaration of war.?

The young messenger smirked and leaning every so slightly forward he said ?Is there a message I can return to our fair city for Troglinar?? Politely he dropped back on his heels and waited the council?s response.

?Nay, there is no such message but tell your lord that we will not fall without a fight, our armies are vast and we have been through many a war.? With that the council stood and quickly left the room, each of its members? face stern in thought. The young messenger turned from the room and hastened out the doors, all had forgotten Jerith in the commotion. Allowing their newfound enemy to leave the guards turned from the doors and returned to their barracks. The messenger strode from the building and turned into a nearby alley, his flesh and mocked clothes fading into the black vapours that had created them as the figure reached the darkness?
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?Please help sir.? A soft female voice rose out of the empty street behind Ronan, he had taken scarcely more than a dozen steps across the threshold of the building he was being held captive in when he heard it, turning he looked to see who it was. ?They?re coming, I don?t have what they want but they still keep chasing me. Oh sir won?t you help me??

Ronan turned to see a young brown haired girl standing a little way behind him, she was breathing heavily and mud covered the lower half of her dress, she had obviously been running. ?Please sir?? She repeated, desperation spilling across her young face?[/size][/COLOR]

[Doukeshi]

Jerith's eyes widened in shock as the words "declaration of war echoed about the walls of the silent room. As the commotion broke out Jerith clung to the wall, melding into the shadows like a good theif can. Searching for a quick exit he spotted a small door slightly hidden by one of the elaborate drapes that hung from the walls. Heaving the door open he slid through unnoticed leaving the shouting elders behind him. Running out into the darkening street he grasped the buckle in his hand and threw it as hard as he could away from him. The golden object skittered across the dusty road and came to rest among a selection of discarded vegetable peels, glinting in the fiery lamplight. Running as fast as he could he tried to ut as much distance between him and the town hall, now swarming with outraged elders and guardsmen.

Coming to a halt near the door of what looked to be a library of some sort Jerith rested his back against the wall, resting his head in his hands.

"War? What the hell d'they want a war fer?" Letting out a growl of frustration he lashed out, thudding his fists against the bricks of the wall. What was he to do now. If there was a war all hell would break loose and nowhere would be safe, least of all for a respectable theif like himself.
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OOC: If anyone would like to haul Jerith into the plight of the white lasin now would be a good time since I'm running out of ideas for the lad.

[Squall]

Ronan, quieted her for a moment. The elders were outraged, and one of his troop members came. They started quarreling, yelling. Suddenly the troop member drew his sword, and Ronan pryed his eyes from the window. The terrorist must have succeeded, and Ronan had failed. "Please, help sir." The girl repeated. Ronan turned. He may have liked to tell her to beat it, and jump into the quarrel to maybe save both nations, but deep down, he knew there was nothing he could do.

"Yes ma'am. What is it you need? Who has been chasing you?" The girl swallowed hard, wiping some of the mud off her face. "T-they were chasing me, they're coming right now. They said I have it, but I don't, honest I don't." Ronan signalled her to calm down. "Wow wow wow. Who is it that's chasing you? And what is it that they think you have?"

"The girl swallowed again and began her story...

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Senrai looked up at Draak as he walked. He appeared to be deep in thought. And no wonder. They, who had been thrown together at the whim of their master, would soon be parted once more. She had grown to enjoy his strong quiet company, even enjoy it just a little. Without a single qualm, she took his huge taloned hand in hers and pressed it betweeen her own slender pale ones. He looked down at her, and paused. Senrai looked back up at him, her eyes shimmering slightly.

He didn't smile, but was merely thoughtful in his regarding her. She looked into his eyes soulfully, then threw her arms around his body and hugged him to her.[/i]

"It's not fair....we've just met."

"But we'll meet again."

"How long?"

"Knowing our master...not long."

"......alright."

[i]She sighed and looked up at him, her body quivering with emotion. He picked her up tenderly, gathering her in his arms.[/i][/COLOR]

[skedy]

[COLOR=teal][size=1][OOC: Sorry about the slight jump] Draak stood at the bottom of the final peak the pair had climbed in their journey to the cave of their master. Both had paused in hesitation and Draak was now looking down the path leading south, it came out of the other side of the range and would put him in unfamiliar territory, in unfamiliar terrain, where he was supposed to bring a word of his master to his minions. Senrai had also paused at the branching of the paths and now watched Draak as he stood still staring at something ahead?
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?The men, they say I stole it, I-I don?t even know what it is sir, honest.? The young girl looked up at Ronan before continuing her story, sobbing through a stream of tears. ?My brother he saw them, I told him not to. He sneaked up to the window and spied on them, he does silly things like that.? The girl continued to sob. ?I waited for him to come back, in the alley behind the blacksmith. They were chasing him when he returned, he told me to run as he came.? She broke into hysterics before calming herself enough to continue. ?The men caught him, I ran away but they followed me, they say I stole it and they will hurt my brother if I don?t give it back. I don?t know what they want sir, honest.?

As the young girl finished her tall she sunk to her knees, grabbing hold of Ronan?s knees as voices rose from further down the street. The men from the girl?s tall came running up, many of them wore soft purple robes and all showed traits common to the people of the south. The stopped in front of Ronan, their leader stepping forward, eying the young girl as he did?
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?You?ll hurt yourself doing that.? A soft but firm voice startled Jerith, turning he saw it belonged to a tall elegant woman. She stood a little way below his shoulder and wore tight black clothes under a free flowing purple cloak, the vibrant red mark of the southern city of Kemlinar was across her breast, the twin blades of sword and scythe pointed to the soft skin of her neck as they crossed one another. ?I am Tanya, captain of the Kemlinar guard.? Tanya introduced herself to the slightly bewildered Jerith?[/size][/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]His eyes seemed very far away, but she knew he was simply contemplating his next move. Senrai slid her hand into his and looked with him. She knew where she was bidden to go... .....she was a child of the farthest north. There would be no point in plotting the path. Every fortress she knew of... ...and they would listen to her, especially when the most foolish of them looked into her eyes. She did not know how Draak would fare, but she knew their paths would cross again. Unseen by all but the sidhe and the Eru themselves, she could see the lines of the world criss-crossing over the land.[/i]

"And here we go."

"But we'll see each other soon. Same time."

"Same place."

"......yes....I suppose so."

[i]He looked down at her, smiling slightly. She smiled back up at him, almost like a child, but definetly not one. He picked her up once more, hugging her goodbye. She placed her hands on either side of his face.[/i][/COLOR]

[Squall]

Ronan pushed the girl gently off his knees, and stepped forward. "Who are you, and what buisness have you with this girl?" The made no immediate response. "Sir, please give us the girl and we will leave peacefully." Ronan threw his arm to the side in anger. "That is not an option! I asked your buisness!" The leader of them glared with pure hatred. "If your head stood just a bit closer, I would hack it to the ground for interfearing in our buisness." Ronan drew his bow and aimed an arrow between his eyes. "You would die before your stroke fell."

The man paied little head, and they drew their swords. In the close quarters they were in, Ronan was at a high diadvantage, not to mention being slowed down by the girl. He grabbed the girl's hand and made a run for it, kicking down the door and bolting around the corner. He ran down the alley, and into the main market street. He ran into another alley, sure that they had lost them. "That should do it. What exactly is it-" Then suddenly a knife wizzed by his head and imbedded itself into the wall.

The men came running down the alley, intent on killing their pray. Ronan picked the knife form the wall, and unsheathed another from his belt. They drew swords. Ronan charged and ducked under the first of them, who swung his sword just as he ducked. Ronan caught the second in line by suprise and stabbed him in the gut. Ronan threw the man upwards with such force, that the only thing holding the man up was the knife embedded in his gut. The man was flung off the knife, as he crashed into his comrades.

Ronan spun with the knives outstreched, clearing a small circle around himself as the men backed off to avoid being cut up. There was a pause, as Ronan stopped spinning, and the men stood circled him, keeping three feet distance.

[skedy]

[COLOR=teal][size=1] [b]OOC:[/b] Just cause I?m pedantic, Raiha can you please put names with the speech in your posts, you know like in a narrative. You see I?m not exactly the quickest of people and I get confused easily?
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The dark cloud above the range seemed to darken as the Dark Lasin continued its schemes, the worry of its minion?s failure pushed to the back of its vast mind as it focused on the destruction of the still broken White Lasin.
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Jerith ran down the street after Tanya, he had no idea why he felt the need to follow the curious woman but he did anyway. She had seen a group of men, dressed in a fashion similar to hers running down the street, obviously chasing someone or another who had crossed their cause. Now the Captain sprinted down the wide street with Jerith in her wake, she needed to resolve whatever issue it was that had come up.

Skidding around the corner into the alley Tanya yelled for her men to halt and walked swiftly into the centre of the circle they had made around Ronan, Jerith skulking curiously around the edges.

?What is the meaning of this?? She turned to the leader of the men, the man almost quivering in her presence. ?Why have you cornered this man, a member of the Imperial Army??

Ronan was surprised by her knowledge of his status but thought little of it. ?I. S-she stole it.? The captain stammered in reply, looking around frantically for the girl they had been chasing. Ronan joined his eyes in a quick sweep of the alley and could see no sign of the girl, nothing more than a thin black mist clinging was to be seen.

?Who stole what?? Tanya glared at the captain, her face heavy with scorn, before turning to Ronan. ?I am deeply sorry sir, my insubordinate was not using his best judgment and I pray that you and your peoples hold nothing against Kemlinar for his actions.?

With that Tanya turned on her heel and left the alley, the men that had been chasing the now vanished girl following quickly in her wake. Ronan looked around slightly confused by the events leading up to his current situation, taking a moment to notice Jerith still lurking uneasily in the alley.

?He he.? The thief acknowledged Ronan?s attention as he ran a hand through his hair?
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Draak blinked slowly and lowered Senrai to the ground; slightly uneasy for the emotions he was feeling. Sighing one last time he patted the little creature on the shoulder and turned towards the thin trail leading south.

?Master will call us together soon, if we survive our tasks.? With that the Lizard turned and stalked away, heading to the vast plains of the south, slowly he would make his way to the city of Kemlinar, master had said that the people there would be most inviting to his cause?[/size][/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Fine fine, I knew somebody would get confused sooner or later..... ...[this puts you in the same class as Chaos]
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[i]The sidhe turned her face to the north, taking out her cloak and wrapping it over her armoured shoulders. Then she adjusted her facemask, tying it tightly against the cold, and then adjusted her tunic beneath the armour. As a final touch, she losened her sword in its sheath, then strapped it over her back for swifter access.

Then, with an easy loping run, she took off down her own path, her body arching gracefully as she leapt over rocks....keeping her body moving with the same pace.

As she ran, her eyes changed from the normal honey to silver, nd she began to find herself humming a song, which she gave herself over to completely.[/i]

"Retrain Pleadies,
Cross the side of Heavenlee,
Find yourself,
Somewhere else.

Clasp your chest,
Across your breast,
For you,
Are with the Dark Lasin."

[i]As she sang, her gait increased, legs stretching out gracefully. The sky darkened with her movement, as she repeated the song in a high clear voice, comforting until you heard the words.... ....she smiled and continued her way forwards to the northland.[/i][/COLOR]

[Squall]

Ronan immediately remembered the slight tug, the ram, all of it, it was like a wave hitting him in the face. "It was you!!" Ronan shouted, unsheathing his daggers. He hacked at Jerith unceasingly in a malestrom of rage, unable to get a clean hit while he dodged around franticly. "Terrorist bastard! I'll have your head on a pike!" This was the angriest Ronan had felt in a long while, he wasn't usually easy to make angry. Jerith tripped as he dodged backwards, falling to the floor just in time to avoid being run through.

Ronan's daggers instead pierced the concrete alley wall, sticking like glue. "Hold on 'ere, mate! You got it wrong!"

"Silence!" Ronan boomed as he yanked the daggers from the wall. Jerith made an offensive, and forced the daggers from his hands while they were unstabely imbedded. Ronan staggered back, and picked up a wide-bladed sword one of the guards had dropped. Jerith looked around and found one for himself...

[Doukeshi]

Jerith held the sword before him uncertaintly. This guy was angry, real angry.

"Look sorry pal, Ah did'nay think it was worth that much to ye." All other words were prevented from escaping his lips as their blades crased together with a harsh sound of ringing metal. Yelping slightly as the vibrations of the sword lanced up his tense arms Jerith stumbled backwards, attempting to dodge Ronan's savage enslaught. Glancing a blow across his blade Jerith turned and shoved Ronan bodily into the hard brick wall of a nearby building, digging his shoulder hard into the man's ribcage.

Discarding the sword Jerith lept back as Ronan swung blindly, an enraged roar ripping from his throat. Flinging himself to the side Jerith rolled nimbly to his feet unsheathing the elven dirk strapped to his left leg. Brandishing it before him he lashed lithely forward, his techniques much more suited to the lighter blade. Dodging underneith Ronan's blows Jerith lunged forward, scarring a sharp thin line across his opponents torso.

"Ah dinneh want t'hurt ye pal. Jus' calm down!"

[skedy]

[COLOR=teal][size=1] Jerith rolled swiftly under Ronan?s arms, careful to avoid his blade, before springing back to his feet and readying himself for the next onslaught. Ronan raised his weapon and prepared to charge into the terrorist, this man could not be allowed to get away with what he had done, but stopped to a peculiar sound.

?He he.? A soft voice sent chills through the spines of both men. ?What do we have here??

?Indeed, who do we have here?? A second figure stepped off the wall and landed softly on the ground, the first following closely behind him. Both were dressed in tight back bodysuits and wore seemingly delicate porcelain masks over their faces. Both Jerith and Ronan stood shocked in the alley, studying the intruders as they approach through the sudden hazy gloom. The first was a female, average in every aspect, long black hair trailing through the air behind her. The man was similar, an average height and build with short black hair rippling slightly as he moved, strangely Ronan and Jerith felt no wind and a queer anxiety began to rise in their stomachs.

?I would have thought the White Lasin would have been filled with people of a little more dignity than this.? He turned the beaming slits of his mask from his companion to the now sweating and slightly ruffled men, its wide grin seeming to taunt them with his gaze. ?I would have thought people would actually be in it too.? He turned back towards his companion.

?We can still have some fun none the less.? The female leaped into the air, the foreboding black mass of a sleek blade suddenly in her hand, she landed with a clash on Jerith?s blade, sending the pair into the whirling maelstrom that was combat.

?Indeed.? The male leaped onto the left wall of the alley and sprinted along it before gently pushing away and landing behind Ronan, the veteran warrior parrying the slash that followed?
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Draak walked along a once shallow riverbed, its waters long age gone. This land was strange to him, as most were, and he knew his task would be a hard one to perform, people didn?t listen to him at the best of times, maybe news of his master?s return would change all that. The Lizard continued towards the ridged shapes of what appeared to be a town on the horizon, his only comfort the large black cloud rolling away from the mountains, it seemed to follow Draak as he continued south?[/size][/COLOR]

[Doukeshi]

OOC: are people okay with the dialect I'm using or would you prefer I use normal speech?
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Jerith stumbled backwards under the enslaught of the masked woman, parrying each of her blows with only slightly enough force to keep himself from being sliced into so many parts. Skipping to the side, avoiding a well placed lunge he dropped to the ground, pressing his palms against the dusty floor. Lashing out he swept his legs underneith his attacker, catching her momentarily off balance and sending her tumbling to the floor. Grasping the hilt of his dirk firmly in his right hand he struck downwards only to be met with hard firm earth where her body should have been.

"Wha?" Looking about wildily in a bemused fashion all Jerith could see was the heated struggle between the Imperial soldier and the masked man. His eyes widened in fear as stepped back slowly, attempting in vain to find the woman.

"Ah foolish White Lasin, don't you know to always keep your eye on the target?" A chilling, whispered voice sounded from behind him. Spinning erratically he lashed out with his dirk, only to find thin air where he was sure the voice had come from.

"What are ye talkin'! Ahm no' this White Lasin fella ye keep keenin' on about!" Stepping forwards Jerith was met with a harsh kick to his lower back, sending him sprawling in the dirt. Rolling onto his back Jerith felt the hard weight of a booted foot pressed against his chest. The woman leaned forward onto her knee, grinding her heel down against Jerith, causing him to gasp in pain.

"You cannot save yourself with lies White Lasin, your death will be at my hand." Bringing her blade across she pressed the cold steel of the blade against his throat, a small trail of blood collecting at the edge. Reaching down with her left hand she caressed his cheek almost lovingly, tutting slightly as she felt goosebumps rise up against her touch.

"No' bloody likely!" Pulling his body backwards he brought his knees up under the woman, sending her careening over his head and into the wall behind him. Flicking hismelf onto his feet he wiped at the blood dripping from his neck, gathering his blade up into his hand. "I'd like t'keep ma blood inside o' ma body thankye".

[Squall]

The clashing of blades was deafaning, as Ronan and the strange man went at it. "You're with the terrorist, aren't you?!"

"Me? Of course not." He was obviously having no trouble keeping up with Ronan's fast paced attacks. Ronan twirled his knives and tried numerous thrusts, which were all evaded. Ronan would have preferred to use his bow, but the close quarters created by the alley made it virtually impossible. Ronan went into a flury of roundahouse kicks, followed by lashing knives. The man's sword blocked them all. The man made an offensive thrust, as Ronan twisted just barely out of the way. The man swung his sword downwards, and it was caught by Ronan's crossed blades.

"What is it that you want?" Ronan asked, struggling to keep the blade between his. "I want, to kill you." The man replied, swinging his sword to the side.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She saw the cliffs loom on the horizon, and she smiled thinly. There was no way across.... ....that wouldn't take all day. At least for the mundane. As the crow flew....there was a very easy solution. Her feet barely touched the earth as she spread her arms and caught a breeze.[/i]

"AEIN!"

[i]Her entire cloak fanned out, turning into dark batlike wings...the membranes catching an updraft. Her back legs arched and fanned as well, turning to control her flight. She didn't look down, instead she moved her arms slowly, and she landed on the other side of the chasm, quiet and composed. There was no backstepping, no fear in her eyes. She looked forwards again, eyes narrowing as she sighted the trail one more time.[/i]

".....primary destination. Ford Blazenje."[/COLOR]

[skedy]

[COLOR=teal][size=1][b] OOC:[/b] Your dialect is fine doukeshi03, it adds to Jerith?s character and is easy to understand anyways.
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His sword, suddenly unopposed flew towards the ground; his opponent would have the upper hand that would not do. The masked man leant low and brought his right leg over his shoulder, his foot drawing a stream of blood from Ronan?s nose, dazed the proud man stumbled backwards a several steps before regaining himself. The masked figure was already twirling around for his first offensive, for much of the fight he had done little more than parry and dodge his opponent?s blows, now he was ready to spill his blood.

The porcelain mask held firmly against her head as she slammed into the wall, held unnaturally tight by magic both men would have struggled to comprehend with their current knowledge. The masked woman was quick to roll over herself and fly back into the slightly off guard bulk of Jerith, as her companion she had spent little of her energy attacking her opponent, now she was going to make the young thief bleed.
Twirling as a frantic pace the pair increased their attacks simultaneously, bull rushing the unknowing members of the White Lasin back towards the centre of the alley. Before either had a chance to respond they were standing back to back, bewildered by the ferocity of their opponent?s attacks, several times the black pair could have sliced limbs clear from the outmatched men, yet at every opportunity they withdrew their weapons and continued to force the pair together.

?This is hardly worth my time.? The chilling voice impossibly calm as it was echoed from the man?s porcelain mask. ?I was hoping to have some fun with these two.?

?Yes, with their reputation I would have expected a decent fight, maybe even to lose.? The woman replied, turning her masked face toward Ronan and Jerith as they stood back to back, breathing heavily as blood trickled from the minor cuts they had received. ?Looks like we?ve little to fear from this lot anyway.?

With their final chilling words the dark figures leaped unnaturally high above the alley and landed back on the wall they had started from. There both raised their blades in a salute before their shapely bodies began to fade rapidly into the black vapours rising from the alley?s floor. With their bodies gone the pair of soft porcelain masks fell quickly to the ground shattering into a similar vapour, the chill in the air was lifted and light returned to the small alley as the two men stood still, collecting their thoughts on what had just happened?
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Draak trudged slowly across the vast plains of the south, a little way out of the first city as the sun began to settle into its decent below the horizon. The lizard decided to set up a small camp for tonight and continue onto the town tomorrow, he doubted he would make it out again after preaching such news as he had, with his experience of the people north of here they would not take well to the news of the their bane awakening. Sighing Draak continued towards the small cluster of nearby trees, there would be ample firewood and he could take some much needed rest their. His journey so far had been a more comfortable one than the last, the southlands were far warmer than those of the north and the great lizard?s speed had increased dramatically as a result of the heat?
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Slowly the cloud extended from the mountains, blanketing the small pinpricks of light as night fell on the land, the Dark Lasin was regaining much of its former strength. Weaving its incomprehensible mind through the land, faceless entity had already informed many of its followers that it had returned, it had also tested the strength of several of its enemies, finding it would have no trouble crushing what little strength remained in the world of men?[/size][/COLOR]

[Doukeshi]

Breathing heavily Jerith look about, bewildered as to the events that hd just taken place.

"Alright...tha' was, interestin'" Stepping forward he stooped slightly to trail his fingers through the white residue that the smashed masks had left upon the blood stained ground. Pressing a tentative finger to a thin cut that marred his forhead he winced slightly and turned to glance at Ronan.

"So, were they friends o'yourn?" Jerith ask, a hint of sarcasm tinting his thickly accented voice. Ronan snorted and gave Jerith a withering glance.

"They were no friends of mine terrorist, I had assumed they were allies coming to your aid."

Jerith turned on his heel and stormed up towards Ronan, a look of anger corssing his normally placid features.

"Ah am no' a terrorist!" Jerith instantly found himself hoisted up by the lapels of his jacket, staring into the face of a cold imperial soldier.

"Then why did you steal my insignia, impersonate a soldier and cause war between our two cities. I should have you hanged!" Ronan snarled in Jerith's face. Jerith turned his face away, wincing slightly at the tone of Ronan's voice.

"That was nay me. Okay the stealing part was but that's what Ah do, Ahm a theif." Ronan raised an incredulous eyebrow, dropping Jerith to the floor. Jerith collpased with a small thud. Voicing a grunt Jerith looked up at Ronan from his position on the ground, rubbing the sore spot where his rear had connected with the solid earth. "Cheers."