RPG A Medieval Adventure {Rated PG-13}

[Eclectic]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=sienna][u]The Players[/u][/color][/size][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#a0522d]Obsidian_Rose as Kamuri Saishin[/color][/size][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#a0522d]Dmitri_Dragoon as Dmitri Dragoon[/color][/size][/font]
[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#a0522d]Eclectic as Imara Dragomir[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=sienna]Imara strolled aimlessly through the woods, gazing up at the filtered light from the trees. She had just turned around to look at a curiously shaped patch of light when she bumped hard into someone. It was a tall elf, but not like any she knew. He glared down at her, almost as if she were some kind of threat. She still remained her carefree self.
"Hi, I'm Imara. Sorry for bumping into you. I was looking at that mishappened little patch of light, but it seems to have disappeared." She looked at him curiously, staring into his shining blue eyes. "You know, your hair's beautiful. It reminds me of..." She broke off, suddenly bombarded by a repressed childhood memory. She ran past him, still heading slightly westward, and pulled herself up into a tree.[/color][/size][/font]
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[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#a0522d]Okay, begin.[/color][/size][/font]

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

Dmitri watched Imara run off. Deteria, the surface elf standing next to him spoke up. [COLOR=DarkRed]"You should follow her, possibly kill her."[/COLOR]

"You know I hate killing, Deteria," Dmitri said to the person only he could see.

[COLOR=DarkRed]"Right, and I'm an ogre. Come on Dmitri, you've killed before and you liked it. I saw it in your eyes."[/COLOR]

Dmitri looked at Deteria, whom stood there smiling. He would never understand this dark haired elf, this elf that supported death. "Alright, I'll follow her."

He ran off into the woods after Imara careful to not let her know he was following her. It wasn't hard to find her tracks since she didn't appear to be covering them all that well. He jumped into a tree and got a higher vantage point. He could see her perfectly. Now all he had to do was catch up.

Out of the tree he went running at full force. He could go like this for quite some time and not feel the effects of the running. He easily caught up to the woman and did a leaping tackle onto her back.

"|You shall stop here|." He said in his native tongue, he continued to speak like this as Deteria arrived. "|My name is Dmitri, my friend here is Deteria.|" Dmitri said with a wave of his hand towards Deteria.

[COLOR=DarkRed]"No you blundering idiot, do not tell her about me!" [/COLOR] Deteria cried as he ran back into the brush to stay out of sight.

Dmitri looked back at Imara to see that she had a confused look on her face. He then realized that he was speaking in his native tongue. "Fogive me, I am Dmitri. What are you doing in my woods?"

"These woods aren't yours!" Imara said.

"They are if I say they are," he said with an intimidating look. "Now why are you here?" he asked as he grabbed her by the throat and picked her up, slamming her against a tree. He got closer to her and took in her scent. It was a strange one. He then gave her a slight kiss on the cheek. Nothing was meant behind it, just a way he got her taste as well. "BAH! A half human!"

Dmitri released her throat and let her fall to the ground. "Always something wrong with them," he mumbled to himself.

[Eclectic]

[font=Century Gothic][color=sienna]"What do you mean 'Always something wrong with them'?!" Imara yelled, her anger just at the surface. She jumped up, though painfully, and pulled out her sickle, ready for a fight. Dmitri just wandered off, muttering to himself. "Hey! Hello?! Can you hear me?! Hello, Dmitri, was it?" She ran up beside him, staring into his eyes again. "Who's Deteria? You mentioned him earlier." She sped up a bit so she was directly in front of him. "Come on, you can't ignore me now."[/color][/font]

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

Dmitri glared down at the girl. He almost back handed her, but decided against it.

"You are quite annoying.. like a fly.." He said to her, then continued walking.

"Hey! You can't ignore me!" she said from behind.

Dmitri, already fed up, spun around and looked her in the eyes with full anger. "I can, and I will if I wish!" he snarled.

"Fine.. don't have to be such a angry person." Imara said with a hurt look. Then, it just changed. "You son of an ogre! I'll kill you!"

Dmitri was taken aback by the sudden outburst. He really didn't know what to make of it. He held out one of his arms and put it on her forehead. Keeping her at bay while he studied her curiously.

Imara gave a scream and swung her fists even harder at him, but missed with each attempt. Dmitri was just glad she had dropped her scythe.

Then, as suddenly as it began, she calmed down. "Why are you holding my head?"

"You are a confusing little gnat," Dmitri said, then continued walking away from her.

[Eclectic]

"Gnat? What are you talking about? Hello?" Imara sighed and continued following him, though at a small distance. She ran a little faster so she walked right beside him. He looked down on her with a sneer of disdain and continued on. She follow him a few steps more then suddenly stopped. Dmitri turned and looked back, ducking in just enough time to avoid her sickle. She yanked the chain hard, calling it back to her, pure hatred radiating from her narrowed eyes. "You..." she hissed through tightly clenched teeth. She caught her sickle and put it away. He seemed to relax just a little, then tensed again as she pulled out her crossbow. "You!" She took careful aim and fired.

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

"Damn," was the only thing Dmitri said before the bolt hit him in the arm. He looked at his arm where the bolt was currently protruding.

"That hurts!" he said softly through gritted teeth. "Why in the Nine Hells would you do a thing like that?!" He finally shouted at Imara. "You are a imbecile!"

With clenched teeth Dmitri grabbed ahold of the arrow and pulled. Holding back a scream the bolt came out with a bit of flesh and a good squirt of blood.

"You call yourself an elf?" Imara asked, having calmed down.

"Yeah, but I like to put alcoholic in front of it." Dmitri said snidely. He seemed to have forgotten all about the wound that was seeping of blood.

"You're an alcoholic?" Imara asked, for the time ignoring the blood.

"Yeah.. nasty little thing that happens after you've been through fourteen different wars, watched your mother get murdered in front of you, kill your father with your own hands, and fight a demon. All that starts to add up, and the drink is needed to clear it out," Dmitri explained rather sarcastically.

[COLOR=DarkRed]"Uh.. Dmitri, you may want to mind your arm."[/COLOR] Deteria pointed out.

"Oh.. yeah," Dmitri said.

"What?" Imara asked. Dmitri looked at Deteria, who shook his head.

"N-nothing."

[Obsidian_Rose]

Kamuri walked slowly through the forest that she had been compelled to enter. She kept her eyes down at her path and folded her hands into her robe sleeves. Her robes barely brushed the ground as she walked but not enough to leave an obvious trail.

"Sai why am I in this forest? Oh holy one I pray you show me a sign."

Her voice was bare of emotion and was at a hushed whisper. SHe continued to speak though there was no one within visability.

"OniKan why did the gods urge me to this forest? It doesn't make sence. I pray I am not dishonoring you by leaving the Church."

She stopped almost suddenly as she heard voices. She looked around and focused on where the voices were coming from.

"Who?" she asked no one.

Kamuri proceeded walking until she found the path that led strait to the area the voices had come from. She noticed two people speaking with each other.

"Kama, please send me a sign as to whether or not I am to show these people me."