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Hunting the Gurtha Maten: The Hunt

The year two-thousand was a year that all humans were proud to be a part of. They had mastered much of the science they were interested in (or so they thought) and began planning the next millenia. Genetic engineering, definitely the most studied science of the new millenia, how to take a human or any other living thing mix and transform their genes causing the creation of a new species. While the years passed humans had created thousands of new creatures that they mostly froze to keep alive and study. Another thing worth mentioning is that earths population had reached an unbelievable six billion people. Humankind had more important things to deal with than the fact that they were rapidly growing in population. They continued to burn all of earths precious resources not thinking of what they would do when it all ran out. A direct result of cutting down forests and destroying grasslands was the rapid growth of deserts, this they called "Desertification" but they had no real plans to deal with it yet at any matter. More deserts mean more dust in the atmosphere, dust chokes clouds causing less rain, less rain causes more deserts, a circle that promises no good. It was not until 78% of earths dry-land was desert that they thought that there might be a problem but by then they had other problems to worry about. Overpopulation, It was no secret that mankind was growing rapidly in numbers, at an average growth rate of 125,000 people a day at the year 2000 the population was growing fast. By the year 2050 earth's population had doubled itself, with more and more desert forming on dry-land a feeding problem soon became present. How were mankind supposed to feed twelv-billion people with the little food they could produce in desert conditions. People were hungry but still more children were born, apparently even more than before. It proved hard to keep order when order had to be kept over so many people, sex was growing popular now that parents were too busy or disturbed to prevent it. Protected sex now was an expense that few were willing to pay and babies were being born more than ever. The situation was going downhill until eventually by the year 2150 earth was damaged beyond repair, mankind was living in total anarchy. No one could or would try even to have any kind of control over mankind...All twenty-six-billion of them. After the war between the people and the government it seemed as if time was going in reverse to undo all that was done, there wasn't barley anything to show the advancements humans had achieved during their stay on earth. Cities layed in rubble, People lived in the ruins, in caves or just layed on the streets waiting for death to take them. People would kill for food, for a warm place to sleep and sometimes just to show they could. Now the population started to drop, many died of starvation, the bodies of the dead were just left to rot. The decayed bodies spread diseases, diseases which spread rapidly in such primitive and crowded conditions. Twelve years passed, December 1st 2162, "Death Day", an outbreak started, a disease to which no cure could be found. It spread rapidly and killed effectively, hundreds of thousands of people died each day, nothing seemed important anymore in this struggle to survive. In the great struggle to survive one thing was done that was probably the greatest thing humans have ever accomplished, they locked all the still frozen creatures they created in underground bunkers all over the world in order to preserve them and give some hope for a future life on earth. It then took three slow and gruesome years for the plague to claim the lives of all humanity, they never did find a cure for the plague they called "Death"...

Tens of thousands of years passed and everything was quiet, time seemed to stand still, there was nothing left to remember what once used to be. Weather and earthquakes gradually changed the face of the planet...
Something stirred in the wilderness, Something was alive, an intelligent creature of some sort. Slowly out of the wilderness creatures of all sorts began to appear, they came out of strange frozen pods and crept out of the ground. After all these years, the forgotten creatures were freed from their icy prison. Soon the world was awake and once again very alive. The greater part of the creatures adapted to the world quickly, those who didn't perished. It was not long before villages were built, languages were formed and creatures were given names. Most of the creatures stuck to their own kind but yet other larger groups that were being formed unknowingly and inevitably were good and evil. Such titles aren't as they seem, black vs white but a mear preference to either side, creatures that seeked a peaceful life and creatures that had bigger plans. So life went on with no major events other than wars, the building and destruction of great empires and magic. Yes magic had crept into this new born world, not all creatures were gifted with the capability to deal with and understand magic but in some way or another all were affected by it. There were creatures that seemed to have the very essence of magic flowing in their blood, these were the most powerful magical creatures and were in most cases very respected and/or feared. Not all creatures needed to be a magical life form to understand and use magic, some could learn magic instead of it coming to them naturally.
It wasn't long before the creatures history was forgotten, there were none left who knew how they came to be on this world, it seemed like a given thing, something that always was. Ancient legends that told of the first beings told a tail of Ice and earth having an affair which resulted in the creation of new beings, it seemed like a likely tale to the new world and continued unchallenged as the story of creation.

This new world seemed flawless but is there really such thing as a flawless world...

Screams of agony could be heard through out the country side.... a young Elf rode at full speed three days strait and collapsed at huge doors made of ice and sand. Quickly the Elf was taken, he was fed and his wounds were mended. While he slept he spoke of what he had seen, horrible monsters, "Gurtha Maten", he called them (which means "Death Eaters" in Elvish). It took several more days for the Elf to awake, his eyes where wide with fear when he did. He rambled on and on about an army of monsters who could not be killed. "In the beginning we could barley see them", he said, "they cary no weapons, no armor and by some magic they seem to blend in with their background". "The first time I got a good look at one was in the moon light, it looked as if they were made out of solid bone and had only a thin layer of skin to cover them, only in the moon light did i first notice that they had white skin". "They had clawed feet and hands which they used to gash open their pray". "They moved with surprising speed and accuracy, they could easily climb a tree or swim across a river". "They stood bent over, like an old man or an ape and were not very big either, by no means were they small but they were no bigger than an average size Elf". "Rumour says that these creatures come from "Daedeloth" (Land of the Dead), there they came out of the earth, blood thirsty and in large numbers. They fight in packs and after each victory they stay in the village they've conquered until they consumed every last body, thus giving them the name "Gurtha Maten" (Death Eaters). When we went to help our allies in the neighboring town "Mitsan" we found that we couldn't kill the beasts, so we fled back home to "Ostamban", I saw with my own eyes how arrows hit them but had no affect on them at all, they barley penetrated their skin, I shattered my sword on one of them and moments later it did this", he lifted his shirt to show a gash across his left breast. He continued to explain through out the night... The chosen few of The Cort of Ice & Stone gathered together, they were some of the most respected creatures known through out the land and the people always turned to them in times of great need. They sat for three days discussing how to deal with these creatures, finally they came to an agreement. Aseymon, a tall Elf, one of the oldest Elves alive, leader of The Council of Stone & Ice, approached the Elf on the third day, "I do not expect you to agree to this task I ask of you, but please hear me out...." the Elf nodded slowly, "First, What is your name young Elf?", he slowly raised his head and replied "My friends and family used to call me, Istalindar Utinu, but I would rather you call me Istalindir" (Istalindar Utinu=Spellsingers son, Istalindir=Spelsinger, in Elvish) He clenched his fists in a tight ball "all of my family and friends have been slaughtered by the beasts". Aseymon nodded "I understand" he paused before continuing "I have pondered on how... or more why you survived and with your knowledge of the beasts you seem to be the most capable of doing this task...", Istalindir cut in "What is it you are asking of me?", "Do you wish for me to lead an army and destroy the beasts?" Aseymon Shook his head "Not yet...I see in you eyes the furry, the need for vengeance for everyone who has been lost, but what I ask of you is neither less heroic nore less important, I want you and a group of capable men like yourself to go out to find and kill one of these creatures and bring it back here so that we can learn from it and find ways to kill them", Aseymon studied Istalindir as he sunk deep in thought. Nearly three hours had past while Aseymon stood by him patiently, when Istalindir finally made up his mind. "I will do it, but where will I find such a group?", he asked. "Soon many warriors like yourself will be seeking vengeance on the beasts, as you are, but I can not find them for you, they will come to you on there own" Aseymon tuned to leave but stopped and called out "before you leave we will provide you with the equipment you'll need for your journey" with that he left Istalindir alone with his thoughts.The Elf soon set out to the city of Astradom in search of a worthy company.....

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Istalindir set out to Astradom with his new treasures, the People of The Cort of Ice & Stone had fitted him with the best equipment the land had to offer. The armory of the court was nothing like he had ever seen, if he would have arrived there under different circumstances he would have spent days marveling at the treasures but there was no time. He arrived at Astradom at nightfall, not sure of what exactly he should do now he settled in one of the local inns and in the morning set out to the market, he didn't know how he would find the people Aseymon spoke of, he thought as he strolled the crowded streets...

~You said that we can post... So here it goes...~

Suddenly a hand reached out to Istalinder(Damn hard to spell lol..) and got a grip on his shoulders. "So what would a young elf such as yourself be doing here?" asked Vash.

OOC: I'd advise you to make your way to Astradom or to the Cort or Ice & Stone and then be sent to Astradome. We do not all have to meet yet but it's more fun to make progress along with other people. Find any way that suits you to join up with everyone, no need to rush.


People stopped and stared at Istalindir as he passed, it was the first time that the people of Astradome saw such a young elf in such rich clothing and with such fancy equipment. Lately there were many strange wanderers but few stood out like this young elf. Istalindir did the best he could to hide himself from the piercing eyes but only drew more attention to himself. His mithril breast mail glowed proudly from underneath his cloak and he walked aimlessly around, not being used to such large cities and such dense crowds. He turned to a side street and notices a small almost hidden pub, he entered quickly and as if someone made him suddenly def the sound from outside faded away and was replaced with the silent murmurs of the people in the pub. Some raised their heads and stared at him for a few moments but everyone kept mostly to themselves. Istalindir took a seat at the far corner away from curios eyes and took out a role of scrolls and parchment from his bag. He flattened out a map on the table before him and drew a line with his finger from his hometown to his naboring town and continued from there to the south. Eventually his finger stopped at Daedeloth...land of the dead, "a curios name for such a place", he thought.
Istalindir jumped as a hand closed round his shoulder, "So what would a young elf such as yourself be doing here?", said someone from behind him. He turned and saw an elf but something was strange about the elf, he had pale skin and set out a strange feeling, it made Istalindir uneasy.
'What matter is it of yours?', Istalindir asked coldly, freeing himself from the mans grasp.

~ Ok just imagine what I posted never happened. Ok?~

Vash stopped beside the huge gates made of Ice and Sand " The Castle of Ice And Stone... Nice" muttered Vash as the gates opened. Vash went throu them. Two guards blocked the way "Your weapons sir?" asked the Guards. Vash put his Bow and Sword on the guards hand, but he kept the daggers. Vash continued on to the Cort of Ice and Stone. Vash stopped next to the tallest and who was known as the most elder elf: Aseymon. "Ive heard you sent out a kid to fight the Death Eaters... And he needs some capable men?" asked Vash "Yes... Go to Astradom to find him... Efcours that is if your a capable men..." answered Aseymon "Heh... IM not a man" chuckled Vash as he exited the large castle and started to make his way toward Astradom...

OOC: Whatever you want, I wouldn't have minded you meeting me the way you did but I'll manage. That other OOC was reffering to anyone who hadn't thought of a way to meet up with me or one of the other characters.

'Oh no matter', the man said.
Istalindir was about to turn back to his business but the man spoke again, 'I'm the owner of this place. I say it's good to know a little about the strange faces that wander in and out of here....lately I've been seeing broken people, they carry rumors from the south. A terrible death awaits all who travel south from here, that's what I've heard them say. I noticed you were pointing south on that map of yours, I wouldn't be reckless with my life and go trveling there if I were you. Can I get you anything?', the man asked finally.
Istalinir didn't like the feeling of the man or the pub very much but it was an improvement from the staring faces that waited for him outside.
'I'll have some wine', Istalindir said after a moments thought, his people were not accustom to ale, wine was their preferred drink at celebrations or to clear ones mind.
The man stood for another moment staring at his rich clothing, 'You're gonna draw yourself some unwanted attention wearing cloths like that, I would cover that up if I were you...I'll be right back with your wine', the man turned and left, disappearing into a back room. Istalindir turned back to the map, south was where he must go...He folded the map, took out a clean piece of parchment and started sketching a picture of the creatures he was setting out to hunt. The owner came back after a few minutes and set a large cup of red wine in front of Istalindir, 'Will that be all?', he asked staring at Istalindir's drawing.
'Yes that'll be fine', Istalindir reached in his pocket and handed the man a gold coin, 'If you hear of anyone seeking such a beast let me know', with that he handed him the drawing as well.
The man bowed his head slightly, he had rarely seen gold coins and had never owned one himself, it was worth six months profit to him, 'How shall I find you?' the man asked, not taking his eyes of the coin.
'I will be staying here until I can find a company to join me on my journey south', he answered turning to his drink.
'I will have a room prepared for you immeditely', the man said and disappeared again into the back room with his treasure.

Vistalzidar fingered one of the silver flatched arrows in the quiver at his hip as he returned the cold glares thrown his way by the guards at the gates of Astradom. A slight smile curled the corners of his lips. He knew he stood out in his fine black leathers and chainmail and he knew that the guards knew he was an assassin.
The Dark Elf nodded at one of the younger guards, who scowled in return, he could expect trouble from the lad soon enough, he had no doubts. Being Drow alone almost always guarenteed that, let alone a Drow assassin.
Vistalzidar pushed his way into a nearby inn, glancing back as he entered to smile at those who had stopped to openly stare at them. He marked them instantly, imbedding their faces in his memory. Satisfied, he entered the inn and approached the bar.
The barman eyed him dubiously for some time before speaking. "Welcome to my establishment, sir, how can I help you?"
Vistalzidar flicked a gold coin onto the bar and the man's eyes widened. "I'll have an ale and some information...the ale first."
The bar keep nodded as he scooped up the coin in disbelief and filled a tankard with ale. He placed it on the bar and Vistalzidar took a long draught.
"What do you need to know?" Asked the bar keep when he'd placed the tankard back upon the bar.
Vistalzidar's brows knotted as he fished in his leather tunic and retrieved a parchment. He unrolled it and smoothed it out on the bar. Scetched onto the parchment was a creature, hideous in appearance and by all accounts deadly.
"A creature similar to this destroyed my people," said Vistalzidar. "Currently I am hunting them...what word of them has been milling about this city?"
The bar keep frowned and produced his own piece of parchment. Upon it was a similar sketch.
"Where did you aquire this?" Vistalzidar demanded immediately.
The bar keep was taken aback by the harsh tone and he took a defensive step backwards. "An...an Elf, sir, richly dressed like yourself...he is looking companions for some kind of journey south...if I may be presumptuous? I'd say he hunts them like yourself."
Vistalzidar frowned in thought and rubbed at his chin. Normally, he'd sooner kill an Elf than work with one. Just thinking of his fair skinned cousins made his blood boil.
Yet, this was no normal situation, and any help hunting the Death Eaters was indeed something to be grateful for. He decided to at least meet the Elf before judging him. He tossed another gold coin on the bar.
"Take me to the Elf, now!"

A horse and carrage came out of the mist and gloom out of the northen forest with a Lizard looking creature at the helm. It came just clear of the trees and stopped in the opening to a little village. The carrage door opened slowly and out stepped a tall, pale looking man dressed all in black.

He walked slowly to the front of the carrahe were the driver was sat. "How much do i owe you then" said the tall, mysterious man.
"1 siver and 2 bronze for the ride through the forrest" said the
lizard-man creature. The tall man nodded and put the coins with one extra bronze. "keep the change" he said.

The horse and carrage started to move and it went forward then looped round and stop next to the man. "Thanks and good luck on your journey" said the lizard-man and the other man nodded to him. The horses the Naaed and they rode off back in to the gloom of the forrest and disapeared.

The Tall man turned round a faced the Village/Town and took a deep breathe as he started to walk down the main dirt track road in the Village/Town.

yueria was trekking through the dark forest of angletere towards astradom accompanied by his bow, katana's and library master johndalar. Nether were talking to each other, both lingering within private thoughts, yueria's were mainly focused on revenge.
"i would just like to say thank you for taking me through this forest", said yueria, sniffing the air, he had smelt something faint on the wind that took him back to the day his family had been killed "but are you sure i is necessary to continue..." he was cut off by a scream "what was that" he yelled to johndalar
"it is probably just a bird" replayed johndalar, his low and firm voice cutting through yueria's nervousness
"uh yes i suppose you are right" said yueria returning to his previous frame of thoughts, "are you sure you need to come with me any further, i know the rout well" yueria said this with hope flowing through his voice, it was laced with the same tone he used when talking to animals.
"i believe it would be safer" said johndalar grinning "for instance if danger was near could you do this" as he said this he held a torch up and knocked two flints over the top of it, the smallest spark suicided in setting the torch on fire, he halted and his eyes glassed over and he started swaying, the fire grew from the to of the torch and then stretched outwards turning white hot as it did so
"wow how did you do that" said yueria the librarian's had always kept secrets from him, but this was amazing.
"when you study fire you learn how to work it" said the librarian secretively, tossing back his long black hair so it didn't get into his eyes
this had shut turia up very well thought johndilar stifling a grin

for all of johndalars fears yueria was fine and there journey was event less. upon arriving in astradamjohndalar bid farewell and left yueria feeling awfully alone making his way to the court of ice and stone. outside he carefully put down his bow and quiver and he took off both scabbards before entering within, there was a large marble desk which he walked up to. He looked around but he couldn't see anyone till a man cursed then looked up
"hello" said yuria timidly and stopped flapping his wings so he was on the ground "have you haired of a man called istalindar"
the man at the desk snorted as if yueria's question was foolish "of course, i believe he is in the inn, you should be able to identify him, from his mithril breastplate
"thank you" said yueria feeling very stupid from the mans response.

yueria had seen a inn on the way over and made his way swiftly to the location he had recalled, it was very busy but he did see a flash of silver and followed the light to its owner, a young elf sitting about with a few other's drinking
"hello would you be istalindar" he said

OOC: The cort of Ice and stone is supposed to be three days ride from Astradom but it's nothing serios let's just carry on dispite that fact.
hmm meeting the both of you at the same time, how should I pull that off...

"Take me to the Elf, now!", Istalindir caught the last few words of a conversation the owner was having with someone but the man was out of view, he could only see the mans shadow. A bare chested man suddenly came up to him blocking Istalindir's view, he stared up at him and saw large wings on either side of the man, "hello would you be istalindar?", he asked.
Istalindir was surprised by this question and the sudden appearance of the man. He just nodded, he couldn't help but stair at the man, he had never seen such a creature and he didn't expect anyone to know his name so far away from home.
'Who are you...how do you know my name?', he asked slowly but he was interrupted by the voice of the owner calling for him, 'Sir, a...man would like to see you.', he said as they drew nearer. The stranger that stood before Istalindir was still blocking a good deal of his view, he turned his head to see who was interrupting them but Istalindir could still not see them.

Another man... Or rather half Vampire half Elf hybrid came up to Islinder "Heh... BUddy... Much of the world knows you... Plus, theres a Vampire standing near the Inn, and a dark elf... And a Seriph... Quite unusuall for those creatures to be in a place like this" sais Vash "So... To get to the point you needed a team of somekind to hunt the Gurtha Maten??"

OOC: ok this is too much, how did you get here, what about everything els that's going on and you being on your way to Astradom? meeting 3 people at exactly the same time is confusing.
This is like 4-5 days after Istalindir set out from the court, how in the world does everybody know about me? It's only been about a week and a half since he arrived at the court.
Seriph is a seria not a seriph...
I'm gonna pretend like this meeting didn't happen or els my head may explode, unless you can make it make sense to me somehow...sorry.

OOC: Well... That guy Seriph got to astradam in one post!


Vash sat down to buy a drink. "Some whiskey please, with ice" said Vash to the bartender. The bartender nodded and put the glass with whisky and ice on his table. Vash took a drink. "Have you heard of Death Eaters?" asked Vash a particular bartender, which was the owner of the place "Ill give you a few gold coins if you tell me about them..." said Vash. The owner nodded and came up to Vash. He whispered in his ear "The only thing I know is that they live in the land of the dead... Atleast what rumors say..." he whispered. Vash nodded and gave the bartender three gold coins "Land of The Dead it is..." muttered Vash as he took a sip of his whisky.

OOC: I don't mean to bi*ch, but AcrypT is right...there is no way in hell you characters can take a trip that long in just one post and all of the characters meeting up all at once isn't a great idea...AcrypT, I suggest that these two think of a story line that will link them to Istalindir a little later in the story and meet up with each character one at a time...anywho, the barman was about to introduce me, so, on with the show...

'Sir, a...man would like to see you.' The bar keep informed someone who was not in Vistalzidar's line of sight. The bar keep waved him forward and Vistalzidar stepped around the man and into sight.
Before him was a young Elf, very young, Vistalzidar mused. He hadn't even reached what would be considered mature in the Elven world. Briefly he wondered if the Elf's age would make him easier or harder to get along with, given the rift between their races, but those thoughts quickly vanished as his eyes roamed over the rich looking clothing and what could only be Mithril armour peeking out from beneath.
Vistalzidar whistled through his teeth. "Now how does a young Elf such as yourself come by such expesive attire I wonder?" He fought with conflicting emotions for several moments before placing his hand over his heart and bowing slightly in greeting. "I am known as Vistalzidar. I discovered we have a common purpose and forced this man to introduce me to you."

Vash saw somethin fall out of the owners pocket. Vash leaned down to get it. He opened it up since it was neatly folder. Vash saw the drawing of a Gurtha Maten and reacted quickly. Vash took his sword out of his Shead, stode up and pointed it at the owners throat. "Where did you find this?" asked Vash. The owner speechlessley pointed at Istilinder. Vash looked toward Istlinder, he saw a dark elf talking to Istilinder and then bowing to him. "A dark elf bow to a normal elf? Strange..." muttered Vash. Vash looked at Istlinders map, which said that Land of The Dead was due south. Vash smirked as he put his sword back into his shead and left the bar. But then Vash saw a Vampire next to the door of the bar "A Vampire and a dark elf.." thought Vash "Ill follow this elf... And his groupies... But I will keep myself hidden... In the shadows.. It would be better not to show myself... Ill showmyself only once the Gurtha Matens comeout... ANd I shall have my revenge..." kept thinking Vash.

OOC: That’s ok, Bildo I don’t really mind all the vamps running around, makes for interesting storytelling. Well, anyways, let me get on with muh post…

Veleanith looked at the entrance to Astradom, ignoring the stares from the guards as she made her way into the city. Everyone around her looked to be simple commoners, dressed in modern day garb so she found she really stood out, dressed in stark black robes in the middle of the day. And the hood covering up her face added a nice touch onto the ominous field surrounding her.

She scoffed. “It’s as if nobody can walk around in black during the day without seeming like a demon of a sort…” She looked around at the people, past them to the stands set up with men trying to get by, selling their wares. She then noticed a child pointing to her, motioning for his friend to look.

Veleanith walked over to the pair, her face still veiled from her hood. She leaned down, a broad smile across her face showing her fangs, her eyes golden. “Do you like what you see…?”

The two boys jumped back away from her, running into a nearby store. She leaned up, tossing off her hood as she shook her head. “Cowards…” she smirked. Just then, the muttering of one of the vendors caught her hearing. She turned to a balding man who was cleaning a green counter and narrowed her eyes. “Pardon me?” she asked, a hint of threat to her tone.

The man barely looked up from his work as he raised his voice. “Been having some strange folks around these parts, lately….”

Veleanith walked over to the stand and sat down at a small bar stool. “How strange?”

He continued to shine the counter for a minute, giving a grunt of disapproval as he threw aside the rag, looking up to her. At seeing her face, his expression changed to a more pleasant one. “Well, for example, one elf came into town, looked like he made more than all the villagers combined. Then, a dark kind of elf, dressed in fine leathers and chainmail. Then…one with wings…another elf type but pale…and now you.”

She blew a strand of dark green hair out of her face as she folded her arms on the table, gazing at a yellow bouquet of flowers in a glass vase on the table. “Shame…and here I thought I was special. Maybe the strange ones might know of the creatures I seek. Did you happen to see where they could have gone?”

The man nodded his head. “Possibly…but if you really want to know, it’s gonna cost you.”

“How much?” she started to dig into an inner pocket for a few gold coins but stopped at his next words.

“Not money.”

Veleanith stopped her searching and looked to the man. He had started to look her up and down with a suggestive look in his eyes. She took her hand from her pockets, and looked around to see the villagers had started to ignore her, going about their own business. ‘Abnormalities are best overlooked…’ She thought as she had started to whisper low in a strange tongue.

The vase on the tabletop started to rumble, then shake, then shattered as the roots grew out from the plants, as if they were alive. They moved snakelike, waiting for her command and with another strange whisper they struck out towards the man’s neck, gripping him tightly as they pulled him to in front of her face.

Veleanith smirked at seeing the fear in the man’s eyes. “Not even if I were desperate, precious.” She waved her hand, and instantaneously the roots pulled back into the flowers and back into a perfectly harmless yellow bouquet.

She waved ‘bye’ to the horrified man and started to walk away, looking about the town in wonder. Finally, she shrugged and sighed. “Well, how hard can it be to find these motley crew of people?” With that, she began her search…

Vash witnessed the whole conuinsedence with the vampire almost killing the man. "Holy Fuc*!" stated Vash. Vash looked around and saw tha the had forgot his black robes in the bar, leaving him in his Vampire/Elf looking athlete shape. Peaple looked at him and whispered. It was odd, a man with dark red eyes, his ears were only a tiny bit pointy, his skin was white pale, and he had an X scar on the left side of his face. Not to mention the weapons he was carrying. And his nails which were very long, just like a vampire. HIs body shape looked more like an elfs, tall and thin, perfect possision for a bowman, which the elves are experts at. "Bloody hell... There is something going on" said Vash as he leaned on a wall.

((Continued from my post above))

Vistalzidar rose back to his full hight as he gazed at the young Elf intensly. He was surprised to see an Elf so young in the city, but then he thought of what may have caused him to be here, he thought of Death Eaters over running this young Elf's home as they did his, and he quickly understood.
Vistalzidar was not fool enough to underestimate this young Elf though. He knew full well that even one as young as this could give him quite a fight if they met out in the open, or if he was being sighted down the shaft of the young Elf's arrow. At night, however, with the shadows he felt so comfortable in, he could despatch the lad in seconds.
He folded his arms across his chest and awaited the young Elf's reply, completely ignoring the winged man-like creature standing next to them observing the entire echange in silence.

Melcanin strode into the town, watching as the villagers went about her buisness. She'd travelled here before and walked into the tavern realising how many new faces there were. She'd been summoned by the chief of her small group to aid a hunting party to taking down the fierce creatures which had ravaged their land.

OOC: Well I guess I'm gonna do like Decomposition and ignore you seriph, sorry but it'll make thing easier and I'm not to sure how soon you'll be back with us. I agree with Decomposition in the matter of our meeting, it should be one at a time so we can be able to make any sense out of it.
Kohldia, glad to have you with us, I'd appreciate it if you post your bio when you get a chance.

The barman looked either like it was the best day of his life or like he was about to faint, Istalindir couldn't tell, with him approached a dark skinned elf, a drow. He had never seen a drow in his short life but he had heard terrible stories about them, about their way with the shadows. The barman gesture towards Istalindir and they both made their way towards him, they paused in front of him and for a brief moment stood silent the drow looked as if studying him.
"Now how does a young Elf such as yourself come by such expesive attire I wonder?", it sounded less like a question and more like a statement, Istalindir was at loss of words for a moment.
The drow bowed his head slightly, "I am known as Vistalzidar. I discovered we have a common purpose and forced this man to introduce me to you.", he noted the barman who took the opportunity, 'Just as you asked sir...I will leave you two to your business', he said turning quickly disappearing into the back room once again with something clenched in his fist.
Istalindir stood up suddenly, 'Where are my manners', he noted bowing respectfully to Vistalzidar, 'My name is Istalindir, let us sit and talk of our common business.' Istalindir said, trying to sound older than he was.

OOC: I'm not sure if it's ok with you for me to control little things like making your character sit and stuff like that so I'll leave it here for now. I don't mind if you make my character go along with you or do something to help the flow of the story or your post.

OOC: Nah, thats cool...if you need to do something to advance the story feel free...its not as if making my character sit down is going to effect him drastically...

Vistalzidar smiled as he took his seat. Istalindir was obviously trying very hard to appear mature beyond his years and in all truth, Vistalzidar had to admit the lad was doing a reasonable job for someone who was obviously forced into such a situation by events out of his control.
Vistalzidar sat back comfortable in his chair and looked across the table into the young Elf's eyes. He had been taught that making and maintaining eye contact help one remain in control of nearly all situations, and it wouldn't hurt to try and make the young Elf nervous, to...test his metal, as it were.
"I'll cut to the chase and tell you just how uncomfortable I am with dealing with your kind. Cousins our races may be, but there is a hatred that goes way back between our kinds. Mostly, no doubt, due to misconceptions on both sides."
He leant forwards in his chair. "No doubt you have been told we do horrible things, manipulate the shadows and in turn use them to manipulate people and generally do 'evil' deeds."
Istalindir nodded slightly.
Vistalzidar nodded thoughtfully. "I thought as much. Therefore before we do business I feel it my duty to defend my race. We are not all assassins and we certainly dont all converse with the shadows...in fact, young Elf, the majority of our kind have an affinity for the trees and nature in general, just like you fairer skinned Elves."
He paused to stop a waitress and order drinks before continueing. "I am sure my dislike for your kind stems from similar misconceptions, so I am willing to set aside my feelings towards your kind for the benefit of both of us, and, infact, possibly many more."
Vistalzidar placed his sketch upon the table and slid it across to Istalindir. "Death Eater's, they translate to in your tongue, correct?" Again he recieved a nod in reply. "Eater's of Death in mine...may as well be the same thing in all honesty, but whatever, the point is mute. The point that matters, however, and I am being presumptuous, but it seems that both of us have suffered terrible loss at the hands of these creatures."
The waitress placed two tankards on the table and Vistalzidar flicked her a few coppers with a wink. After taking a long draught, he focused on Istalindir again. "To jump to the chase, my young friend, I am hunting these beasts in order to exact some kind of revenge. However, I know just how hard they are to kill and realise that I will need help in doing so. What I am suggesting is that, despite the fact that our kinds aren't on par with one another, we should put aside such petty differences and team up. Destroy these beasts together for the greater good of our kind."
"And who knows," He added with a smile, "Our co-operation may help somewhat in mending the rift between our people."
He lent back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. "I'd hear your thoughts, young Elf, before we commit to this however."

Vash was leaned to the wall of the bar, next to a window. He managed to open it easily, but halfway so it doesnt stay suspicious. His elven eares helped him this time, to evesdrop this talk. Revenge? They might me trying to kill the beasts for the same reason as me... This might be good... thought Vash.

Melcanin approached the bar, slinging her heavy sword to the side and smiling at the barmaid, "A large Curill if I can please Martia." The young woman nodded and Melcanin's light amber eyes scanned the bar, resting on a rather tall Drow male, ~Strange.~ She thought, ~They barely make themselves known in these parts yet here one is, in a tavern drinking with an elf?~

((OOC: I sorta forgot that all the humans were dead, lol. So what would be the common folk around this town? Or should I make somethin up...?))

Veleanith walked through the streets, stopping at seeing a strange pale looking red-eyed elf by the bar, leaning casually against the wall looking deep in thought. 'Must be one of the strange folks that...man was speaking of,' she thought, a flicker of disgust visible in her eyes. She started to walk over him but stopped as a very tall being stepped into her view.

She raised an eyebrow as she looked up to the brown eyed figure. "Excuse me...you're sorta in my way."

The man didn't budge, showing from behind him the two little boys that she had seen earlier. He folded his arms across his bulging chest as he spoke between a thick mustache. "How dare you come into this village, harassing my children."

Veleanith blinked. She placed a hand on her hip. "Excuse you? I don't harass kids. Perhaps if you had brought them up with more manners, rather than having them point to a stranger, I wouldn't have needed to be...me," she finished with a mischevious smile.

"Apologize."

"Hmm?"

"Apologize to my children!" he ordered.

Veleanith bared her fangs as she smirked. "Bite me!" It was sort of an irony to her, but she wanted to see if she could push the man. He looked as if he were about to strike her, however, before anything could happen a soldier stood between the two, ordering them to stop their childishness. She said nothing, backing down as she started to head away from the scene. She came back five minutes later, trying to catch a glimpse of the stranger but he appeared to be gone.

"Damn..." Veleanith placed her hands in her pockets and placed her hood back on, prowling the streets in search of the strangers...

ooc: you didn't seem to get the full point of my post, it was a snip it from the journey usable for character development, it wasn't the whole journey or the wood they were traveling through would have to have been a bit small i will start from entering the inn, i was going to explain how Yueria came into knowledge of Isalinindir, i will make this known hopefully in my next post(after this one)

ic: Yueria scanned the breath of the inn carefully, mainly looking for flashes of metal, characteristic of mithril, he saw a few fighter types, mainly old elves, but none that seemed particularly elfish, he hovered around in distress looking for someone that fitted the description he had got one from a strange man in the library talking of death eater's, and one from the useful(if a little scornful) man from the court

((OOC: ah ok midnite i still sorry xx. Oh yeh by the way you guys im nowere near you id just thought id say.))


Lanilor walked down the dirt track/main sorta road and looked at the hurrisun and saw the sun would rise any minute and then poof. He thought in a few mins the Folk here might be walking around i have to find me some shelter. He looked quickly round the streets for a shop of some sort that was open. He saw one about 50yrds down the road. He walked quickly towards it and then he open the door and went inside.

It was rather dull inside and dusty he saw shelves and cupboards full of stuff and he thought some of this could be of some use. He walked up to the counter and the ower was another lizard-man thing. He thought this must be the main population of the village. He said to the owner of the "excuse me".

OOC: Dammit! I keep writing Paul instead of Istalindir...what an annoying name, I keep forgetting how to spell it!
lol Vistalzidar isn't much easier, I wonder how long it'll take me to learn these strange names

Istalindir took in every word Vistalzidar said and when he finally finished Istalindir found that he didn't mistrust him nearly as much as he had when he first introduced himself. 'You have proven to be nothing like the stories my people tell of your kind, I will be honored to accompany you on our journey to destroy the beasts.'
Istalindir was glad to have found a companion for his journey so soon, he had feared that he would have to set out alone after weeks of looking for a company but luck seemed to be on his side for now. Istalindir did not fully trust the Drow yet but he believed that he was sincere about destroying the beasts together so he was not going doubt him or his race in any way unless he turned on him.
'There is however a complication, my goal is only to kill one of the creatures and return it to the Court of Sand and Stone, they want to learn from it. After I finish the task I was set out to do then I will be free to roam the lands hunting the beasts with you. Will you accept these terms or at least accompany me till I slay one of the beasts and then let our paths part?'
Istalindir was hoping for a yes but he kept a stern face hoping not to reveille how much over his head he felt at the moment. He looked at the tankard set before him, ale, why drink such a bitter drink he did not know but he respected the mans gesture and drank deeply before setting the tankard back on the table with a loud clank. Maybe in time he would understand why people drank this but for now he tried hard not to show how much he disliked it.

Melcanin's sensitive hearing picked up the word hunt and her amber eyes scanned back to the elf and Drow. She contemplated approaching them yet she decided against it, sending Martia over to the table with another two tankards and a message.
Matria poured the tankards and walked to the men, setting the large cups on the table, "I bring a message from the huntress gentlemen..." She pause for a moment, "She wishes to enquire of the hunt you were conversing of...she was sent as an ambassador of her small forest dweller tribe to join such a hunt."

((OOC: Dont even worry abouts it, Bildo, No biggie, really Well, on with the story...))

‘Well, how hard can it be to find these motley crew of people?’

Her words streamed through her mind, coming back to haunt her as she leaned against the step of a fountain. “Too long,” she said, answering her own question as she sprawled out, her legs in the middle of the walkway, her head tossed back towards the sky, too tired to move after searching all day.

Veleanith leaned back and turned her gaze towards the bright orange ball of gas that was the setting sun. The sun had always horrified her brother but he told her she was special. That’s why she could withstand it. ‘And hey, with the black robes, more power to me…only thing I need worry about is a bad tan.

She spread her arms out, her fingertips dangling in the cool water behind her, her back to the cool step for what were merely minutes. But to her felt like hours, day, years, the sun going through its revolutions, rising from the east and setting in the west, the sky changing from a deep cerulean to a cool airy blue, clouds coming, going and the world remaining the same for another long century before coming to an end.

And yet, she felt unfazed, an indifference to it all. Her head leaned back, hood dangling in the rushing waters lapping up behind her ears, the grass around her, sprouting green through her fingertips, reaching to the sky for life, the murmurs of people tuned out, the only thing heard the whispers of the wind.

Veleanith dropped her hands into the fountain and closed her eyes, finding herself in a temporary state of euphoria at the serenity surrounding the scene. What with it being late she was one of the few people still wandering outside and she loved it. Being alone…yet being surrounded by life.

She shook her head and got up, a dazed look in her eyes. She gave a warm smile to the world. She wrung out the water from her hood before placing it on her head, and with hands in pockets walked until she had found a place that had caught her interest earlier.

She stepped in, ignoring her surroundings as she quickly made her way to the bar, a figure in black. She sat down to a seat and after a second, a bartender came up to her, shining a glass and making a motion as if asking ‘what it’d be?’.

“Got elf blood?” she asked quickly, with a small smirk. She knew she should stop doing that, figuring one day a bartender would get what she said, but she liked to see a double take.

“Wait, pardons??” the man asked, leaning over to her.

“I said, plum wine, love the way it goes down, makes you feel all warm inside,” She reached into an inner pocket, taking out a gold coin and slamming it down onto the table. “Oh…and keep the change.”

The man widened his eyes in disbelief as he filled up the glass with the deep violet liquid. He placed the glass down in front of her, pocketing the coin as he sat down in front of her, face filled with interest. “So lass, what are you really here for? Not many pass by these parts just to pay a homely bartender a gold coin for drink…” ‘Though many have been doing that lately…’ he thought as he looked upwards.

Veleanith had been taking a sip but stopped. She smiled into the cup, her fangs dangling over the rim. She placed the half full glass of wine down and folded her hands up onto the table. “Delighted you asked…”

OOC: Sory for not responding earlier, I was a bit busy...

Before Vistalzidar had a chance to respond the waitress came back to refill their tankards, "I bring a message from the huntress gentlemen...She wishes to enquire of the hunt you were conversing of...she was sent as an ambassador of her small forest dweller tribe to join such a hunt.", she said as she refilled their cups. They both turned and saw a delicately dressed elf, she was looking at them curiously, 'Thank her for the drinks, we will be with her shortly.'
Istalindir's attention returned to the Drow.

Martia nodded and returned to the bar, "The elf said they'd be with you soon Melcanin...did you want a bowl of soup while you wait?" Melcanin nodded and smiled a little, "You know me well, thankyou yes."

((OOC: Ok midnite)) ((Continuing post))

"Excuse me" Lanilor asked and the Lizard-man looked up "yess how may i help you" The man had a slight hiss in his voice. "I am looking for a hooded cape or coat of some and a bottle or something of blood" he said and the man looked at him a bit funny but did not judge him.
"Well i have this and put a hooded cape on the counter but we aint got no blood im sorry" he said with a confuzed look on his face.
"ah ok its not a problem ill get it else were" Lanilor said with a trouble look.

(( sorry g2g to skool now peeps ill see ya l8rz))

Vistalzidar smirked at the young Elf. Istalindir was trying very hard not to show how much he disliked the ale, but Vistalzidar was very adapt at picking up elven facial expressions.
He chuckled lightly. "No more ale for you then," he said and recived a slight grin in return. "As to your question, I shall gladly assisst you in the task. I may be a Drow assassin, but even I know that the Court of Sand and Stone don't give out such missions willy nilly."
Vistalzidar motioned over his shoulder with a flick of his head. "Doer ussta abbil," he said without thinking whether Istalindir could understand him. He shook his head. "You'll have to excuse me, I have a tendancy to slip into my native language on occasion. What I meant to say was; Come my friend, let us see what the huntress has on her mind."

Veleanith folded her hands across the table, a smile playing across her lips and her eyes shining brightly from the darkness of her hood. She leaned towards the man and her expression grew strange, mysterious. "I've heard many a rumor of what I seek, but most are just talk and nothing more. They can only be seen in the moonlight, they are ney 50ft in height, they are soulless creatures from the Underworld,"

She slammed her fist on the table annoyed. "It's all lies...myth. I've heard so much I can't even differentiate the truth from what could be false. If you can...tell me what you know, and there may be more..." She took out another gold coin and flashed it front of the man. "...Of these in store."

The man waved the gold off with an amused smile. "No need for that lass," She stared at him suspiciously whereas he let off a deep laugh. "No need for anything, ya don't have to be giving me those kind of looks!" He laughed some more, grabbing a bar seat and sitting in front of her. "Sorry to say I only now a little of the beings you might be speaking of. Eavesdropping when I shouldn't isa bad habit o' mine but that's how I keeps informed. Most never can get a good glimpse off 'em, by the time they do, it be to late. But the few who have...been under the light of the moon. They said to come from the south, from the Land of the Dead..."

"The Land of the Dead?" she drummed her nails on the table top. "Is that suppose to be some sort of pun, irony of a sort?"

The bartender leaned back and started to shine a glass. "You tell me..."

Veleanith nodded and turned away from the man, looking out into the dark, smoky bar. Just then, she noticed three odd people inside the room. Besides the commoners were an elf, one male, one female, while accompanying the male elf was a pitch black elf with long silver hair. Veleanith narrowed her eyes then a look of realization shone across her face. "Ah..."

She recognized the face, most people in her line of business did. He was an assassin, one of the best. 'But what the hell would one of his prestige be doing here?' She finished up her wine before jumping off the seat. "Interesting..." she turned to the barman. "I'll require a room for the night. I'm quite sure the coin shall cover it."

"Yes ma'am." he tossed her a key and she caught it as she headed towards the stairs.

Veleanith walked, only pausing to whisper by the assassin in a sly tone. "Such...pretty silver hair." He glanced to the side, but she had already retired to her room, the whisper merely a ghost's breath...

((Alright, all done. Hope it was alright with what I did, if not, let me know, ciao))

OOC: I found the Drow dictionary and I searched for what you said and came up with nothing the elven dictionary is much easier to use. It's kinda cool though, for all I know you could have just calls me an 'over grown ass bubble' and it still sounds cool. oh nvm, my bad, it took me a while... "Doer ussta abbil" = "Come my friend", this could be interesting...
Midnight I don't think you could disappoint me with something you post even if you really tried


'Usstan uil naut iz' Usstan xal doer a alust ' (I am not as I may seem at first), Istalindir said in bad Drowish toung with a smile.
'Come let us see what business the huntress has with us', he said getting up along with Vistalzidar. They approached the huntress, 'You know what it is we hunt in the south?', Istalindir asked while looking first at her bare feet, then slowly at her clothing and finally resting on her worn face, it was beautiful but it looked as if it had know a great deal of travel during its time on earth.

"So how much do i owe you for the cape then" Lanilor said searching his big pockets. "That be two silver my good man" said the shop owner.
Lanilor pulled out a few coins and took out two silver and said "Her we go" and handed over the coin "oh and im not so good" Lanilor said putting the cape on lacing it up. As he opened the door he hung the big hood so it drapped over his face so no sunlight sunlight could see an inch of flesh. The door closed behind him and he looked around for an inn of some sorts. He saw one just over the big main road/dirt track called the 'Big Inn' but it didnt look so big. He walked quickly across the road and saw a few people starting to move about and open there stalls nice and early in the morning. He walked in the door and saw a bar with no people in exept the bar tender and a waitress.

"Hello there my friend how may we be of service" Lanilor looked at the pair and the landlord looked like the norm a Lizard-man but the waitress she looked more normal, human-like but they were all dead. He just shook his head and replied "Um yes my good man i would be looking for a room" he said bringing down his hood. The look on the waitresses face was a picture. He looked on and waited for the Lizard-man to reply " yes we have a few available" Lanilor flicked a gold coin in to the landlords hands "will that cover it" he said with a smile.
"Yes sir it will do fine" he said pocketing the coin. "Here Ismalia show the man to his room" he said and he handed her the key. She blinked a few times and came back to reality "yes of course, right this way sir".
She walked through a door and up a flight of stairs.

She was wear the tradional waitress clothing the black and white, frilly short skirt you know the type.
She got to the door and turned and faced Lanilor with the key hanging from her finger "So whats your name stranger" she said with a smile on her face "Lanilor" he said there was a pause " im really sorry but i am quite tired so ill be off to bed" he said holding his hand out. "Ok stranger ill see you later" she said dropping the key in his hand. She walk back down the corridor and looked back with a quick wink she was gone and Lanilor unlocked the door and went inside. He looked around the room and saw the bed and went straight for it, he jumped on and then he lad on his back and closed his eyes, he then brought his hood right over his face and put his to forarm blades across his heart. You cant be to careful he thought to himself and went straight under into a deep sleep.
(ZZZZZZzzzzzzzz ZZZZZzzzz)

((OOC: Hope that enought for you guys lol.))

Melcanin turned as she took her first spoonfull of soup, "I do indeed, they slaughtered many of those who I used to know as well as the ones cared for by those who now occupy positions in my small forrest dweller tribe. We seek more than vengence upon the cratures you hunt, we seek their blood and evidence of their demise." Her eyes were as icy as her tone as she spoke, there was an unsettled evil between Melcanin and her chosen prey.

'You know what it is we hunt in the south?'
Vistalzidar eyed the huntress with a smile still on his face from Istalindir's use of his native tongue. He took in her bare feet and clothing and then made eye contact. He was about to bow and greet her when a soft whisper floated to his ears.
"Such...pretty silver hair."
Vistalzidar glanced left quickly, but his vision encountered no one, the person having already disappeared. Vistalizidar frowned slightly. Had he imagined it?
He shook his head and turned back to the huntress who was replying, ""I do indeed, they slaughtered many of those who I used to know as well as the ones cared for by those who now occupy positions in my small forrest dweller tribe. We seek more than vengence upon the cratures you hunt, we seek their blood and evidence of their demise."
"Lye vithel

OOC: lol...I guess I was too slow...will edit the above post

Melcanin turned slightly to the tall foreigner, "So you are indeed Drow as I first suspected, may I enquire as to which province as I do not recognise your accent."

OOC: **** this 15 minute edit rule pisses me off...okay...ignore the last few elven words on my post above..

((continued from above...))

"We too seek more than vengence," Vistalzidar stated simply as he watched the huntress spoon her soup. "We seek to learn how they can be felled, so that we may be able to launch a proper resistance at a later date."
He clamped his mouth shut quickly, cuttting himself off. He wasn't sure he should just blurt out that Istalindir was working for the Court of Sand and Stone to just anybody.
"So you are indeed Drow as I first suspected, may I enquire as to which province as I do not recognise your accent."
Vistalzidar bowed slightly. "So sorry, lady, but with all due respect, you may not."

Melcanin nodded in respect, "You are wise and cautious, my compliments." She finished off the soup and sighed a little, "I am gladdened that you are in the same persuit as I," She glanced at the Drow, "I request to join your hunting party."

Vistalzidar motioned to Istalindir. "You will have to request that of my young Elven friend here, huntress, for it is his hunting party. Although I myself would welcome the company"

Melcanin nodded, "I then ask you the same question," She pushed the bowl away and turned, awaiting the younger elf's reply.

Vistalzidar took the opportunity to glance about the tavern. The female voice from earlier echoing in his mind. "Such...pretty silver hair."
He smiled, wondering who would comment in such a sly, saultry voice to a Drow and wishing desperately to meet the face behind the voice. He wondered how she could have disappeared from the room so quickly, but shrugged it off. Any number of strange beings inhabitet this city, the answer to that particular question would probably take forever to solve.
He glanced at Istalindir, who still hadn't replied as he seemed to assess the huntress' request with great care for one so young.
*L'alurl abbil zhah dosstan* his father's words echoed through his mind. He shook them off angrily, the time had come to put his trust in others equally.
"You may join us," Vistalzidar answered for Istalindir, not particularly caring if the young Elf was offended. "We will need all the help we can get."

Melcanin smiled just a little, knowing that to smile did not suit her normal sombre expression she bowed her head in respect and gratitude, "I thankyou for your decision."

Trathos hammered away at the red hot blade. For months he had been working as a Blacksmith in the town of Astradom. The Large elf's muscle shone with sweat as he continued ponding out the steel. Trathos had saved up enough money to travel To Daedoloth(Sp? Land of the Dead). The blade he was making now was a straight Broadsword designed to break bones as the blade sliced into it's target. "Trathos, I'm off to the pub. When you get done put everything away and close up. Later my boy." Dakuan said as he grabbed his cloak and went to the door.

"Don't worry about it Dakuan, I'll take care it all. After i quench this blade, and then I'll join you." Trathos said as he Used his metal tongs to pick up the glowing blade and set it in the trough of water. Steam rose with as his as the steel instantly hardend. Trathos looked at the blade as he sat it on the rack with dozens of finished blades. Trathos then turned to Dakuan as he removed his smithing apron. "My Dwarfen friend, tomorrow you need to polish and mount these. After we sell them to the buyers then i shall take my share and be off on my journey. Tonight however, we celebrate." Trathos said as he made his way to the door, after throwing a bucket of sand on the burning embers of the fire.

"HA HA! Yes young one, we will celebrate your mastery of the sword, both in forging and in battle. Come, the brew won't last all night!" Dakuan said as they both left for the pub.

OOC: Never know, AcrypT, one day I just might disappoint…but until that day comes Let me just get on with the tale…


Veleanith stood at the mahogany door of her room, placing the key in but stopped looking to her hand. She slid the bronze key, from her right palm to her left as a smile played across her face from the Drow she had seen earlier. ‘It’s hard to believe he’s here…’

A tinge of regret flashed across her face, annoyed at herself that she didn’t actually reach out to him. ‘Then again, that would have been pushing it. One would not get by in his profession if anyone can get to them as simply as that.’ She shrugged, opening up the door into her room

There was a small bed neatly made up to the right side of the room, across from it a wooden dresser with a small grainy mirror. In the middle was a badly worn red rug, probably to hide a weak spot in the timbers of the floor. Directly across from her was a huge glass window, the thin linen curtains open to reveal a bright orange radiant light from the setting sun.

She shielded her eyes with the long drooping sleeve of her robe and made a face. “How bothersome…” While the sun didn’t have the more horrific affect that it had on others like her, she couldn’t stay more than a few hours in it without getting horribly burned, an hour if she wanted a mean tan. She walked over to the window and in a quick movement, draped her cloak over the light, placing the room in a state of darkness save for a huge lit candelabra hanging from the ceiling and several candles sitting on the dresser.

Veleanith took her bow and a single arrow from her cloak and aimed it towards the door, in her eyes, a look of concentration visible in the dim light from the candles. “Staying in this town for only a day and my mind begins to wander. As brother would say though quite annoying at times, ‘constant vigilance, Vele’.” His words began to play through her mind as she held her shooting stance.

“Learn

Before one can accomplish anything, one must know what they are doing. Constantly practice and train yourself. Push beyond your limits until nothing holds you back. Observe your victim/opponent to know what you are up against, but even so, arrogance in battle will get you nowhere. Always expect the unexpected.”

Veleanith started to let go of the arrow, but stopped at the last moment, drawing back the line of the bow and lowering the weapon. She tossed it carefully onto her bed as she went back into her cloak, taking out a rose, the petals blood red in the light.

She placed the rose into her palm, wincing slightly as the sharp thorns from the rose pierced into her flesh but forced herself to ignore the irritation as she whispered into the rose deeply, her lips to the petals. The rose writhed around for a second, then the green stem grew longer in length trailing down onto the floor in its standby state. She loosened her grip on the stem, the rose embedded into her palm as it had become an extension of herself.

“Endurance

After having mastered your skill, the time comes when you have to put it to use. In battle, while being better than your opponent does help, even better is being able to last it out longer than them. However, you must remember there is no honor going up against someone who serves no challenge…”

There was more to it than that, but it was all she could remember as she snapped her whip down onto the ground. It came to life, crawling along the floor creepily. She cracked it to the door, stopping it from piercing through with a fierce expression. She stepped onto the bed, approaching the door as she whispered, shortening the whip. It stood straight out, stiff as a board, then twirled around the door handle. She pulled on it, jumping off the bed and sliding to the side into the dresser, her whip twirling above her head. She aimed it to each candle inside the light above her, stopping inches away from striking them. Then she turned her attention to the back door.

“Logic

During battle or any situation in general, one must use common sense. Not unless you are sure of what you are going up against, rushing into battle is not recommended and is pure folly…”

His words drifted from her head as she started to whip at the door, stopping inches away, this time more aggressive, her face holding no emotion. Suddenly, she found that she had whipped too heavily and with a sharp sound, the plant pierced through the wooden door, striking inches away from a passerby’s head. She spoke quickly, pulling the rose from the wood and placing it back to a normal size. The spectator blinked then shook their head as they started to walk away from the scene.

Veleanith looked to the rose in her now shaking hand and dropped it. Her palm was now bleeding freely but she didn’t notice as she fell to her knees, clutching her wrist. She looked down to the ground, blood dripping onto the rug as her overly long hair veiled her. Suddenly, her shoulders started to shake and a tear fell onto the ground as she gripped tightly into the rug.

“Brother…why didn’t you follow your own advice? Why didn’t you…” she drifted off, gulping heavily in her sorrow, along with anger. She had heard of people that had loss far more than her but still…

She upturned her bleeding palm and closed her eyes as she started to mutter, building up the little energy she had as she slowly started to regenerate her broken skin. In minutes, all that could be seen was a scar. She took a breath, pounding on her chest with her fist, then popped up from the ground, her rose between her middle and index finger.

Veleanith took two breaths, then placed on a smile with her eyes sparkling. “That’s the spirit. Gotta keep it up…besides,” She placed the rose into her cloak and attached the bow and arrows across her back before throwing on her robe, showing the window and the sky, a now dark shade of purple. “I’ve got one last job to do,”

She smirked, tossing on her hood to reveal only her golden eyes as she jumped from the window, landing cat-like onto the dimly lit sidewalk. “…A little unfinished business.” With her hands in her pockets, she slowly started to walk to the outskirts of the little village…

OOC: lol, you could of had me agree. I'm not gonna be on at the time most of you guys are on so I'll probably only get 1 or 2 posts a day. That means that if there's any way I'm gonna be part of this story you guys are going to have to make me do things from time to time.


Istalindir was debating how to respond, slowly his thoughts drifted back to his home town, his vision blurred and was replaced with a memory. He remembered coming to aid his friends in Mitsan only to find the town laying in ruins, bodies scattered everywhere, he remembered the horrifying images of flesh being torn from bone by the foul creatures, he remembered he scene of them devouring the dead...
He heard voices coming from nearby but they were only an echo of a voice... He remembered sending endless arrows flying at the creatures which splintered into a thousand pieces when coming in contact with them, he remembered their pale white skin.... "You may join us, we will need all the help we can get." he heard in a more clear voice which brought him back to reality. It happened to often in the past few days where Istalindir would find himself drifting back into recent memories, they haunted both his dreams and his thoughts.
'I agree, we will need all the help we are offered...Today will soon be over, let us rest tonight for tomorrow we will be setting out. I will leave a message with the owner of this Inn, hopefully he will send any wanderers seeking vengeance on the beasts in our direction to join us. I will also tell him to prepare food and fresh horses for the three of us to be ready in the morning. I must leave you two now to make some arrangements for tomorrow and for myself.' Istalindir left their side leaving the two alone and went into the back room where the barman was bending over a large box muttering to himself, he seemed to be delighted with something. 'Ahem', Istalinder made a noise to indicate he was there, the barman turned around with a flash, trying to hide the inhabitant of the box, 'Oh it is you kind sir', he said calming down. He opened his hand reveling some gold coins, 'You have brought good fortune with you, never in my life h-'
'I would hardly call this good fortune', he cut in, noting the coins, 'You may not live to enjoy the gold you now treasure, a bad time is approaching, we seek to hunt and kill the beast from the south. They may be the doom of us all. Here take these', Istalindir placed another two gold coins in the mans hand, 'Tomorrow me ad my company of three will be needing food and fresh horses for a long journey, one coin is for you and the other for you to buy us our supplies. Have them ready at dawn along with a proper breakfast, for we set out early tomorrow.' Istalindir looked down at his cloths for a moment, 'Also if you could provide me with some simple clothing I would be grateful.'
'Surly sir, I will do as you ask, you have no reason to doubt me, everything will be ready as you asked. As for clothes, there may be something that suits you over there...', the man pointed to a rack of clothing that looked as if they had been forgotten by travelers passing by. He picked out a plain white shirt and simple brown leather armor on top to cover his mithril, with his green cloak to cover the whole lot he now looked no different from any other man in the city.
The owner was still standing next to the box looking at him, 'I have not introduced myself much like yourself',Istalindir said making his way back to the man, 'My name is Istalindir, I am the last survivor of my hometown Mistan which now lay defeated.'
The man bowed his head slightly, 'I am Evert Scornge, I have owned this place for as far back as I can remember, it is my honour to know such brave souls as yourself. If there is any way I can aid you further let me know', Evert said.
'There is one more thing', Istalidir said, 'If you meet any travelers seeking revenge in the south then send them to Mardonin, that is where we will be heading first.'
'Not only will I send them to you but I will aid them in whatever way I can', Evert said proudly.
'I thank you, you are a good man Evert but I must join my company now and get ready for the journey that awaits us.' Istalindir made his way back to the main room.

Vistalzidar's ears pricked suddenly at some strange noises coming from somewhere within the inn. "Such...pretty silver hair" The voice echoed through his mind.
Vistalzidar bowed to his two companions. "Excuse me for a moment my friends, there is something I must see to. I will meet you both back here shortly."
He quickly left them and headed into the back hallways of the inn. He noticed the confused expression on the face of a passer by and stopped them.
"I heard strange noises, is something happening back here?"
The patron shook their head. "Just some wierdo in a room down the hall. Place seems to be full of strange people these days."
Vistalzidar absently gave the patron his thanks as he pushed passed and made his way down the hall, where he noticed small fragments of wood scattered across the floor.
Something flicked at the back of his senses and his head snapped up to look at a door. There was a hole in it, and through it he could see a figure placing something inside a cloak and strapping a bow and arrows to their back.
"I've got one last job to do," Vistalzidar's elven ears picked up as the figure donned its hood and then jumped clean out the window. The next came quieter, but Vistalzidar still picked it up, "A little unfinished business."
Vistalzidar smiled...it was the voice, he was sure. "Such...pretty silver hair. He shook his head and quickly worked his way to the bar, pausing only to throw an "I'll be right back" over his shoulder to Istalindir and the Huntress.
Out on the street, he hurried through the throng, using his elven senses to his advantage and quickly picked the figure out of the crowd in the distance.
He grinned. Soon it would be night, and with the help of the shadow he could pry into the figures business with relative ease. Still, he checked that his weapons were in order just in case.

OOC: I start work at the mine here tomorrow...so whilst I'm on shift I'll only be able to do a couple of posts a day also...so AcrypT and Midnite, feel free to control Vistalzidar if you need him to do something in any particular situation...lol...just dont too crazy with him ya?

Veleanith calmly walked down the sidewalk, brushing past people hurrying off to rest in the late hours of the evening. She kept her hands within her pockets, her gaze fixed on a farm like house a good twenty minutes walk away.

'It should not take me too long...if my brother could do it, why not I?' she quickened her pace, not bothering to enjoy the cool evening, her mind focused on only one goal. She was so intent on her goal that she didn't even notice the movement behind her in the shadows...

After briskly walking for twenty minutes, she stood a few yards away from the house with an expression of scrutiny at the man's home. "The lights...their all out. Every last one..." She wasn't sure of the man she was after affinity, but she was starting to think it had something to do with shadow.

Veleanith looked up into the night sky, which, to her surprise had grown a dark shade of grey and overcast. She shrugged it off as she crept into the entrance of the house, quietly closing the door behind her. The room was unkept and musty, pitch black save for a candle on a corner table, the window bringing in light from the thunder that had started to roll in.

She walked calmly through the house, listening for any sudden movements when she felt a strange presence. She whipped around, only seeing darkness. But she couldn't shake it...the feeling as if the shadows were fighting, one versus the other, someone trying to overcome the darkness filtering the house. She took a breath, and the feeling left, leaving her with the dimness of the candle in the house.

A roll of thunder was heard in the distance. Veleanith turned to the window, expecting to see rain start to come down. Just then, lightning illuminated the sky, revealing a glint of silver in the darkness. She widened her eyes, and jumped to the side, just when a man lunged out from the darkness, sword in hand.

He swung at her once more, but she stepped back, taking out a bow and arrow swiftly. She took aim and fired, but the man placed his sword in front to guard, knocking the arrow aside. He charged towards her whereas she stood in place. Inches away from hitting her, she moved to the side, aiming an arrow to the back of his head. However, she found a blade to the tip of her neck.

"You are quite the challenger. I can see why my brother would have wanted to go up against you." she said, her aim still steady.

The man made a face. "If he wanted to go up against me, why isn't he here?"

"I'm afraid he couldn't make it, so I'll be his replacement." she responded tonelessly.

"Coward...sending someone I could easily behea-"

"You'd get an arrow to your head before you could tilt the hilt." she said icily. She lowered her bow, the man lowered his sword.

He turned around and looked to her with a bitter expression. "Believe that if you wish..." he sheathed his sword as he started to lead her out to his backyard, a field of grass. He walked several feet away before facing her. "We shall settle this like true combatants, despite your female status."

Veleanith smiled quickly before placing on her stone face. "I'm willing to take that as a compliment, sir," She took out her bow and arrow and tilted her head with a dangerous expression. "Whenever you're ready..."

((OOC: Excuse my french, but I really, really, Really f*cking hate the computers at my school. Made up the continuation to the post above when I had the time and it went and deleted it : Well, anyways, when i have the time, i'll continue it and I hope you don't mind if I use your character a bit, Decomp...promise I won't go too crazy ))

(OOC: Alright, done Really sorry about the length but doubt I’ll make it this long again. Oh, yeah, and Decomp, if you have a problem with how I used your character, let me know and I’ll edit it or you can just ignore it…anyways, without further ado…))

Veleanith kept her aim steady on the man but to her surprise he tossed aside his sword. She lowered her bow and arrow slightly, watching as he started to mutter beneath his breath. The clouds overhead grew deeper in hues of grey and shades of black, thunder rolling through the air. A bolt of lightning crashed down onto the earth, feet away from her.

She looked to the man, then turned her gaze to the approaching storm. She narrowed her eyes in scrutiny to the sky. ‘The clouds are there…but where’s the rain?’ The man continued to mutter in a foreign tongue, thunder rolling and crashing in the skies, as if another battle was happening above them. A lightning bolt nearly struck her once more, when she came to a sudden realization. ‘He…he has more than one affinity.’ A lightning bolt came down from the sky heading directly to her.

“React

Once engaged in battle, you must watch your opponent carefully, ready for any action. If you attack, be prepared for a counter. If they attack, be ready to counter them. If attacked with magic or a long range attack it is best that you evade until you find an opening in your opponents defense…’

Veleanith somersaulted backwards, the thunder bolt scorching where she had previously stood. She landed into a crouch position, skidding back and bracing herself with a hand. She whispered frantically as the man let loose another mumble, and from the sky rained down several bolts of lightning.

Before the bolts could reach her, a wave of grass rose up, taking the blunt of the attack for her. The guy stopped his mumbling and the storm settled temporarily as he stood stunned by what he had just seen. Veleanith took this opportunity to fire off an arrow with her bow. Upon seeing this, the man quickly recovered and called down a bolt, incinerating the arrow in its flight. But the arrow was to serve merely as a diversion as she dashed behind a huge, elderly tree, its crooked branches reaching out to the sky.

At seeing her go into hiding, the man let out a deep malevolent laugh. He started to shout in his foreign tongue, sending small bolts of lighting into the tree, scattering wood chips past her face and to her hood. She ignored the pieces of bark flying past her face as she circled the tree. She was trying to concentrate but found she couldn’t even hear herself think with the repetitious rolling of thunder and the deep baritone shouts of the man’s voice. ‘I need silence…wait!’ An idea came to her mind, her eyes lighting up brilliantly. She waited after the man’s last shout before jumping from behind the tree.

To the man’s surprise, she fell to her knees, head bowed down and fingers kneading into the grass. The expression on his face was one of winning a prize. He glowered in his victory, cackling viciously. “Is this the best that he could send?” He let out a shout in his foreign tongue, sending a bolt down feet away from her. “A weak opponent who can’t even complete a battle,” He shouted once more, another bolt crashing down in front of her. He smirked. “No point in delaying the inevitable,” he muttered, sending a bolt down to her.

Veleanith raised her head with a fierce look in her golden eyes, her fingertips digging deeply into the grass. “Damn straight.”

“Adapt

When placed in an unusual situation or scenario, one must learn their environment well and utilize the tools they have within the area. Use any and all elements to your advantage in order to survive…”

She dug her fingers deep into the grass and let out a hurried whisper in her own foreign tongue, completely draining herself in the process as she concentrated. The thunder bolt that had been rapidly approaching her stopped inches away from her face, leaving it so that she was looking into the purest white light she had ever seen. The man stood wide-eyed, not because of his stopped attack, but because of the thick tree roots that had came from the ground and wrapped themselves tightly around his mouth.

The man, still in shock started to mumble in the tight hold from the trees. Veleanith did a rolling dodge onto her feet, just when the bolt fell to the ground, scorching where she had just been. The man started to pull at the branch from his mouth. She shouted in a foreign tongue, watching as the grass rose up and caught onto both his hands tightly, she swung an arm forward in his direction whereas several more roots grew up, tying him to his spot.

Veleanith made her way over to the man, once reaching him forming a broad smile. “Is this the best that he could send?” she mocked in his earlier tone. “No, I was the only one he could send. He would’ve faced you head on himself but sadly he’s not here with us today,” She took out her bow and arrow, aiming to the man. “However, if you manage to see him, tell him his little sister said hi. Oh, and one more thing. Tell him ‘Little Vele’ isn’t so little anymore.”

The man muttered what looked to be wench, a bitter expression and a look of pure, unadulterated hatred in his eyes as she shot him point blank range with the arrow, piercing into his skull and through to his head. She yanked her lodged arrow from his head, muttering to the plants as she did so. The plants around the man loosened their grip and crawled back down onto the earth, making it so it looked as if they had never left.

Veleanith made sure to catch the man as he started to fall, laying him down so that he was on his back. She kneeled down by him, placing a hand over the hole spouting blood from his head. She knew she couldn’t revive the dead, she was quite confident in this but she didn’t want to leave him there with a hole in the middle of his head.

Unfortunately, considering his deceased condition, she would have to use up her strength to heal him. Using up the little energy she had in her reservoir, she sat for several minutes until finally all that was visible was a small scar in the center of his head. ‘The cover-up…’

((Continued...))

She got up exhausted and made her way off the man’s property, exiting from the man’s open front door. It took her a few minutes before reaching into the center and heart of town. It was just then, as she started to walk casually in the night breeze, she became aware of something that had been bothering her in the back of her mind. She contemplated her next course of action. With a nod of her head, she crawled up onto the rooftop of a nearby building.

Veleanith started to walk calmly along, stopping with a smirk as she started in a sly tone. “What have we here? Do I have another shadow? An admirer, perhaps?” She turned to a rooftop to the left, staring into the darkest of shadows. “I know someone’s out there and I really hate talking to myself. A suggestion I have is…”

She trailed off at seeing the Drow from earlier step from the shadows and look to her with a mixture of curiosity and fascination. Something flickered in her mind and she felt herself start to smile. “So I do have a shadow…Did you enjoy the show?”

He shrugged, starting to walk ahead on the rooftop. She started to walk, keeping at his pace as she raised an eyebrow. “It was all quite interesting, though I do wish you hadn’t interfered,” He looked to her confused. She scoffed, her voice heavily filled in skepticism. “Don’t play coy. You manipulated the shadows. Now I can’t help but to feel as if I’m in debt to you as…” She turned to him; face cloaked by her hood, and gave a small bow. “I do owe you my life.” She raised her head. “I know of you but I don’t actually know you. Care to tell me your name so I can keep it in my memory?”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” he said in a clear tone, stopping on the ivy laden rooftop to try and get a good look at her.

“Why afraid? I mean no harm.” Veleanith leaned her head to the side. “Is it because it’s like talking to a voice in the dark…?” She leapt from the rooftop onto the one where he stood, inches away from him. “Or is it because I’m not as soft and as innocent a whisper as you first thought…?”

As soon as she had landed, he had instantly taken out his sword, placing it to her throat. She didn’t flinch, keeping a calm demeanor as she spoke. “I told you I mean no harm…and to that I hold my word.” He glared to her cautiously, after a minute’s reluctance, placing his sword away.

Veleanith let out the smallest of whispers, then placed a hand to his cheek. She then placed her cheek to his as she spoke in a low sultry tone to his ear. “You should really stay away from me. I’m nothing but trouble, wanting what I can’t have, seeking what can’t be killed, wandering in search of nothing…” she gave the gentlest of laughs as she brushed her lips past his cheek. “Goodbye Stranger…”

She backed away from him, the only thing visible from her hood her dazzling golden eyes, a hint of tease hiding behind them, and her fangs from the smile that she couldn’t hide. She waved bye, jumping backwards off the roof and running out into the streets. He started to run after, but found that he had somehow become deeply entangled in the ivy on the roof…

Veleanith ran quickly back to the Inn, climbing back into her room with a surprising swiftness. She swung her cloak over her window and started to toss of her shoes when a knock reached her hearing. The door then opened, the bartender arriving to see her rising up from bed. “Hello lass, hopin’ I didn’t disturb ya. Just heard some strange noises.”

She stretched out her arms, letting out a yawn faked to perfection. “Not at all. I’ve been sleeping all this time and I haven’t heard a thing,” she rubbed at her eyes as she placed herself in a straighter posture. “Though, I guess I can’t do something as simple as that without some peeping Tom trying to get a look at me,” she said carefree, motioning towards the hole in her door…”

“My apologies…would you like a different room?” he asked her in a jovial tone.

“Yes, I would greatly appreciate that,” She got up from the bed, taking out a few coins from her purse. “But before I head back to rest, I believe I shall get something from the bar. You can call me when the room is ready.”

Veleanith headed downstairs into the bar, walking past a few crowds of men as she made her way to a barstool. She ordered a deep and spicy wine, costing her less than a few bronze coins. She sat down, closing her eyes in concentration to get rid of the golden hue they had attained from the excitement she had been feeling all throughout the night.

“Here you go, lass,” muttered a different bartender.

She opened up her eyes to reveal a bright hazel, a tinge of gold visible. She paid for her drink and started to sip quietly, only stopping at seeing the doors of the bar open and the Drow from earlier and the rooftops start to walk past. He stopped for a second at seeing her. She bit onto the cup lightly, forcing a smirk back as he stared to her.

“Hard to believe you’ve been sleeping all night lass. Would you like anything else for the night?” asked the first bartender.

She nodded her head, not willing to risk using her voice. The Drow walked past her, she holding back a whisper as he made his way to somewhere within the Inn. She finished up her drink, leaving a tip as she ran up the stairs to her room, her long raven hair trailing a few inches above her knees.

Veleanith tossed herself into the new bed, exhausted from all that had went down and at the same time…her second whisper, the one that had crossed her mind less than a minute ago ran through her thoughts. She sang it under her breath. “Stranger with the silver eyes, will I see you past sunrise…?” She let out a small giggle, a little tipsy from the wine. She cuddled into a pillow, falling asleep quickly as she knew she’d need the energy for when she set out on venture in the morrow…

Melcanin walked over to the bar, peering over, "Uh Evert?" Evert peeked up at her, "Oh Melcanin, good to see you again." Melcanin nodded, "To you also my friend, I am travelling with that young elf who just made the request, you know which horse and items I require, here are two more gold coins to pull them from your vaults and repair them if need be...and buy Martia that horse in the third corrall, she's been caring for it for years and deserves him." Evert smiled, "I shall do so Melcanin, always a pleasure." Melcanin smiled back and made her way into her regular room.

Vistalzidar glanced at the time piece upon the wall behind the bar and frowned in thought. It was dark outside alright, but it was still reasonably early. He decided he would indeed leave to check on his horse before meeting uo with his young elven friend again.
As he left the tavern, he concentrated effortlessly, trailing his fingertips across the ancient Drow writing on his leather armour and muttering in a low tone. Instantly, the night swirled around him, cloaking him in their familiar comforting embrace, clouding him from wandering eyes.
He smiled and breathed in the cool night air deeply, his thoughts wandering back to the encounter with the mysterious vampire-like woman on the rooftops. He gently touched his cheek where she had placed her hand, still feeling as if that soft skinned hand was lingering there.
"Who are you, stranger?" He muttered to himself in wonder.
"Who goes there!"
The challenge snapped Vistalzidar out of his dream like state and he cursed under his breath at the interuption. Angered, he lashed out with his shadows, clouding the guards mind so much that he passed out and fell in a heap at his post. A second guard cursed and went to check on the first, but Vistalzidar clouded his mind a little also, and sent the guard back to his post.
"Good evening, sir," the guard said as Vistalzidar dropped his shadowed cloak and walked through the city gates. "Nice night for a strole, eh sir?"
"Indeed," Vistalzidar replied in a curt tone. "Back to work soldier."
"Yes, sir!" The guard snapped to attention.
Vistalzidar smiled and shook his head at the fool, before setting off at a jog into the nearby woodlands. He hadn't gone far before he came to the clearing he had left his mount in.
His great black stallion, Ne'kalsa, meaning intelligent in the common tongue, stamped his foot and headbutted him in the chest as he walked close. Vistalzidar staggered back rubbing his chest, then slapped the horse lightly on the nose.
"What was that for, you brute?" He asked, and recieved another headbutt to the chest. "Alright, alright," Vistalzidar cried in defeat, holding up his hands, palm outwards. "You win!"
He reached into his pocket and retireved a couple of carrots he had stolen from the house he followed the mysterious woman to. Ne'kalsa whinneyed in delight and chomped the vegetables eagrely, nearly taking Vistalzidar's fingers with them.
"Easy, you beast!" Vistalzidar cursed with a chuckle. He set about brushing his mount down and when he had cared for him, he hugged Ne'kalsa's head.
"I shall return tomorrow morning and then we ride, my friend. We will have an Elf with us, of all creatures...two of them infact." Ne'kalsa flicked his head up and down in a fair imitation of a nod, bringing a smile to Vistalzidar's lips. "Aye, I thought you would enjoy that."
He pet his mounts nuzzle firmly. "Until tomorrow then, my friend," he said cheerfully and set off back towards the city and his new elven friends.

((OOC: WOW guys do you want to write any more, god you have motored along since i last posted god lol. well ill try keep mine short. Good goin guys.))

*DREAM*

Lanilor was only little at the time like 6 or something and he was stood in his doorway and all he could see was his sister and his dad his sister was about 4 and she was was being carried away to a carrage at the centre of the road. His dad put his sister in the carrage on her own and said the driver he was a sort of elf or suming "Take her away from here its to dangerous here" the elf said "what about Lanilor" and pointed towards him "theres no time" his dad said "now go" and the elf bowed to him and jumped up to the helm. "goodbye hunni ill see you soon, go friend and godspeed" and the carrage raced off.

Lanilors dad was heading back to the house in a jog when a Lycan jumped down from a roof and took his dad out. They were rolling and wrestling for a while. Then his dad's best friend ran past Lanilor and shouted "close the door boy". Lanilor slammed the door and ran to the Window and saw all three of them fighting. Then about 3 more of them dropped down from nowere and circled them. Lanilor shouted "NOOOO" and ran under and hid under the bed unable to watch any more.

About half an hour l8r he heard the door slam he opened his eyes and looked towards his bedroom do and a figure came in "come out boy its safe" Lanilor crawled out and stood up it was his dad's best m8 and he said "im sorry boy your dad" he choked on his words "your dad is dead" he said and begun to cry "NOO" lanilor said and fell in to the mans arms crying.

*DREAM END*

Lanilor woke up suddenly in a cold sweat and breathing heavy. He looked up at the window and it looked dark outside. He put his arms down at his side and sat up and wiped his forehead with his hood.

OOC: Thanx for that Bildo. This one's nice and short for me as well Then again, it's cause I ran outta time...ah wells

"I'm sorry but I shall be departing now. Is there a place to pick up market goods?"

"What? At this hour?!" The bartender had on his face a look of disbelief.

Veleanith drummed her fingers along the bar table, her hood back in place. Her eyes held a tired expression, a small smile on her face as she turned to the window, the stars shining brightly in the wee hours of the night. She had planned on leaving at sun-up but changed her mind, waking up three hours before that.

Even so, it didn't matter as she couldn't get back to sleep and even if she could, it was the last thing on her mind. All it did was place her into darkness, her brother's agonized screams echoing in her mind. She'd wake up drenched in sweat and her hazel eyes wide open, shivering violently despite the calm weather.

'It won't go away...it probably never will,' she had thought gravely after settling down. But it only served as her determination to find the creatures who had caused her distress.

Veleanith nodded to the man. "Yes now. I just need a little something before I go."

"Like what? I'm sure I could get you wh-"

"I need blood," she cutted in, her lips pressed together tightly. She hadn't fed for a few weeks now and it was really starting to get to her. She gave a dangerous smile. "Not unless you can give me this in high quantity, I think I'll be heading to the market now-"

She stopped talking at seeing the man place a jar of cool red liquid onto the table. She gave a look of confusion, then dipped a finger into the crimson liquid, sampling it. She made a face. "Sheep's blood?"

"No, I keep elves in the back room and ring them out when I have customer's like you," he said sarcastically. He let out a laugh, rubbing his belly. "Course it it. Take it or leave it."

Veleanith took out a flask from inside her robe and filled it up carefully with the crimson liquid, smirking all the while. 'Brother would probably be turn-, no, stirring in his grave at seeing me get blood this way. He'd turn in his grave from what happened earlier tonight...what with the Drow...' She gave a warm smile, her mind wandering when she started to realize the blood had started to overflow from the flask and to her hand.

She cursed in a strange tongue, licking the blood from her hand as she sealed up the flask. She smiled guiltily. "Sorry about that! I was just occupied. I truly apreciate how well you've been to me. I'd love to stay longer but I must depart before dawn breaks."

"Ah yes lass," he nodded his head. "You been on your way but be wary of thiefs on your way to destination."

"Yes sir," She walked to the door and waved a kiss off in the man's direction. "Take care!" The man nodded with a smile as she left the inn and walked out into the cool night air. She walked briskly through the town her mind set on only one location...

Melcanin awoke early to find the items she'd requested lain out across the room neatly, smiling also as she saw a fresh apple on the dresser, knowing full well that it was a small token of thanks from Martia. She stood and changed, leaving her clothes on the bed for storage in the vault, she now wore slightly less revealing clothing she'd worn last mission yet bore her signature enemy quivers upon the belt as a sign of the arrows that had been broken in the breast of the enemy. She donned her sword finally and walked from the room, out to meet her fate with her new kin.

Trathos had stayed all night in the pub with Dakuan. Dakuan had passed out hours ago and was sleeping it off near the door. Trathos had only the water from his gourd and went to carry his friend back to the smithy when he had bumped into something. "Pardon me, I....." Trathos turned to see a beautiful elven woman that appeared to be ready for battle. "I 'm sorry. I did not see you. What's a beautiful elf like you doing with a poorly made sword such as that. You look as though you're going into battle, might i presuade you to come by my shop and pick up a better one?" Trathos asked as he hefted the sleeping dwarf over his shoulder.

Malcanin smiled a little, "Thankyou for the offer but this word is generations old, I have used no other since my tutoring in the art. I hope you get your friend home safely, goodbye." She then began to make her way to the corall's to fetch and prepare her horse.

((Cont. from earlier…))

Veleanith walked into the small darkened barn by the beginning of the town, several stalls side by side, a strange noise coming from each. She walked quietly across the worn hay, stopping at a stall with a silky black horse in the dim stable.

She opened up the swinging wooden door and stepped into the stall with the horse, a small smile on her face. She took off her hood, several strands of dark green hanging past her cheeks as she nuzzled her face into the horse’s neck. “Midi…” she purred, gently brushing a hand past the horse’s back. Midi stomped her feet slightly, making soft noises as she was hugged.

Veleanith let go of Midi’s neck and walked to in front of the horse to examine its features. “I hope while you have been here they have taken good care of you. You look to be fit…” she pressed her nose to hers, looking into a pair of big deep brown eyes. “And you seem as if you escaped unscathed from that night…” she said merrily, and yet, a trace hint of gloom to her tone. She led Midi from the stall and out into the entrance of the stable.

“I didn’t mean for us to leave so earlier, but I feel we should make it out of here before sundown. Though, in all truth…” She gave a knowing smile as she took a carrot from an inner pocket and started to feed Midi. “…I almost wish to stay here. The reason, I fear I cannot tell you as you always were quite akin to my brother and even now, after all that’s happened you would probably not allow me to ride you if I spoke why,” she let out a small giggle, mounting her horse as she did so.

She led her to the gates of the city. She leaned her head down, whispering into Midi’s ear. “Before we start out the real venture, we have a few places to travel. First, we head to Mardonin, as I have something to obtain from a friend me and brother managed to gain on our travels.”

Veleanith knocked her heels lightly into the horse, sending Midi into a light gallop out of the city. She sped down a beaten path, for a second seeing a familiar figure walking in her opposite direction towards town. She turned back, catching a glimpse of silver that quickly disappeared in the shadows. “Must’ve been…my imagination.”

‘If everything goes smoothly, we should arrive by nightfall of tomorrow into the city. Then again, things tend to never work out for me…’ She smirked, throwing on her hood and knocking Midi’s side once more, giving the horse a burst of speed as it sped away from the town.

Vistalzidar led Ne'kalsa into the city towrds the tavern and smiled at Malcanin as she crossed the street in the Direction of the corall's. He nodded to her, then turned and mounted his horse in one deft leap.
Istalidir chose that moment to appear from within, his armour and mail shining in the morning light.
Vistalzidar bowed as best he could from atop his stallion. "Vendui' ussta abbil. It is a fine morning to begin a hunt, is it not?" He asked, breathing the fresh morning air in deeply.
"It is," Istalindir agreed with a nod. "I look forward to it."
Vistalzidar smiled widely. "As do I, my young friend." He glanced at the sky. "Though, to tell you the truth, I will be much more comfortable with this whole situation once night falls."

(Continued from above)

Istalindir nodded. "I can imagine you would," he replied as he glanced at the Drows necklace.
Vistalzidar said, "Why don't you go and get your things while I take a slittle ride around the place to warm up Ne'kalsa here?" he slapped the stallions neck affectionately as he spoke. "I will meet you and the huntress at the southern gate."
With a nod, Istalindir began to croos the street and Vistalzidar clucked, sending his horse into a gallop with little coaxing. People jumped out of the way cursing and Vistalzidar laughed aloud as he gave his horse it's head and flew down the street towards the southern gate.

Melcanin was brushing the coat of her magnificent mare, a light golden coat fabled to the region of forrest which her people dwell. She slung the large packs on the hide end of Betrala and mounted her swiftly, smiling a little as the mare trotted out, passing the young elf on the way who seemed amazed at the magnificent beast, Melcanin smiled and whipped her hair behind her head as they exited the corral.

Vistalzidar barely used any knee pressure to draw Ne'kalsa into a slow walk in front of the startled guards at the southern gate. He nodded respectfully at them and recieved the expected scowls in response as he made his way around to the door at the side of the guard house.
As he entered the solid oak door, a young guard who was lounging on a bench reading scrambled to his feet, throwing the leather bound book against the wall in his haste.
"M-master Drow," he stammered. "I did not expect-"
Vistalzidar waved whatever the lad planned to say away. "Something has come up," he informed the young guard. "I must leave in a few minutes on a journey south. Do you have the information I requested?"
"Y-yes, Master Drow." The guard snatched up a parchment from a nearby desk and scanned it quickly. "The, ah, target, Master Drow, was...ah..." the guard blushed. "He slept with so many whores I'm surprised he's even able to walk, let alone ride...which he did, out of Astradom in the dead of the night."
Vistalzidar scratched his chin. "Hmmm, I was...occupied, at the time," he replied with a mysterious smile and the young guard couldn't help but return it.
"Occupied in a good way, I take it, Master Drow?"
Vistalzidar chuckled. "I'm not quite sure, lad, though we'll leave it at that eh? Now, where is the target going?"
"Ah," the guard consulted his parchment, "Mardonin, Master Drow."
Vistalzidar's face split in a wolfish grin. "What a coincidence, for so am I." He unhooked a fat purse from his belt and threw it to the guard. "Twenty gold pieces," Vistalzidar informed him, "for services well done."
The young guard's eyes widened. "But Master Drow, this is-is...I thought we agreed on ten?"
"You argue when I have paid you more?" Vistalzidar shook his head. "This target is of particular imporatance to my conclave, your information will be of great benefit. Consider the large payment as something that holds you to me in case I need your services again, if it will help."
The guard could only nod.
"I must leave, young...?"
"Karrek, Master drow. My name is Karrek."
"Karrek," he nodded. "Aluve'," he added in his native tongue, even though he knew Karrek would not understand him. He turned on his heel and left the hut, leaving the young guard to gaze in wide eyed wonder at the glimmering gold coins within the purse.

"Going good so far..." Veleanith sighed in content. She placed her hands behind her head, looking up to the green canopy covering the sky with a smile, her heels resting in a rushing brook, the shadows from trees surrounding her. She spread out across the long tangled grass, unaffected by the sun as a small breeze blew.

Nearby, Midi leaned over, taking a sip of water from the brook with a calm demeanor. They had been travelling for a few hours, but after a moment, the water called out to Midi and the rain-forest like area beckoned out to Veleanith. The two had taken a break, it being around the afternoon but it wasn't really possible to tell as the trees were thick enough to make it seem as if evening had come.

Veleanith bobbed her head to an invisible rhythm, the grass blowing past her ears. She closed her eyes, listening to the world go past. A strange whisper went past her ears. She listened intently, suddenly, popping open her eyes as she gazed off into the distance.

'They're coming...'

She sat up quickly and shook out grass from her hair, throwing on her hood. She got up off the ground, walking briskly to Midi and leading her off to a tree. She waited behind it, then whispered, allowing a thick canvas of leaves and vines to drape over the two, hiding them.

Veleanith stroked Midi's neck, trying to stop her from neighing as she watched the path she had been relaxing in. She waited for a few minutes when she heard it. The sounds of several horses galloping a path through the forest. She watched as they rode by, on their backs clammy pale green riders with scabbards out, a loud wily laugh as they went.

She waited until they had all gone before walking out back to the path, stroking Midi's neck. "Nothing but cons and thieves they are. A dangerous band of people, depending on who you are, they'd rob someone blind or sometimes they capture. And with the rumors of the Death Eaters going around, they use it to their advantage, calling themselves thus. Anyone who hasn't had the unlucky fortune of bumping into the true creatures don't bother to fight them and give up their valuables, thinking they're the real thing..."

Veleanith stroked Midi's back once more before jumping back on, looking to their retreating footsteps. "It's despicable what they do...and yet, it has a touch of ingenuity to it..." She turned Midi around, heading back onto the road to Mardonin. "Lucky us, we avoided them for the time being. It's a sign though...we've wasted enough time at is." She poked into Midi's side. "Sorry for the short break...but it's time we set off again." With those final words the two continued on their journey...

OOC: I spent so much time on the resident evil thread that I'm too beat to propperly do this one, sorry, I'll be back to normal tomorow (9-12 hours) you guys (and girls) should just bring me along with you to the next town, I trust you won't make me do anything stupid. Again sorry I'm just realy tired (it's 2:30am over here).

Veleanith rode into Mardonin a little past nightfall and immediately noticed the attention. Some villagers stopped what they were doing to gape at her, other’s ushered their children past, the busy bustle of talk being replaced with the muttering of uncertainty. She ignored it all as she always did, carefully walking her horse out into an open field, leaving her out in the pasture.

She stroked Midi’s neck as she quietly talked. “This will be our stopover point for the evening. I just need a night of rest then tomorrow, I set out in search of our associate. Sweet dreams, Midi.” She fed her, stroking her all the while, eventually heading into a bar doubling as an inn in the center of town.

Veleanith pushed open the doors to the place, buried in her thoughts. She was starting to figure she must be lonely. It was the only reason she could come up with with why she held conversations with her steed. ‘Must be cause I always talked with my brother…’ she thought with melancholy. She ordered a drink from the menu absentmindedly and carried it to a table far off.

She sipped in silence at the drink, livening up at the heat spreading throughout her, when something odd struck her about her surroundings. The noise…or rather, the lack of it. She rose her head from the cup, looking around to see every last inhabitant of the bar, from keeper to customer had stopped what they were doing to stare to her.

She figured she was a bit of an ominous figure, what with her face being hidden and she being dressed in black, but she had never received attention like that. The shuffling of chairs and tables were heard as every customer stood up and without a hint of warning or explanation took out a weapon, pointing it in her direction.

Veleanith raised an eyebrow, finishing off the rest of her drink figuring it was the beginning of a long night. She had started to consider her courses of action but each one ended with either the whole bar being massacred or her joining up with her brother. She rolled her eyes exasperated. “Okay…I’ll bite. What have I done…what could I have possibly done within less than fifteen minutes of being in this damn town?!” she shouted, smashing the mug onto the table and shattering it.

Two security like people stepped from behind the crowd of people surrounding her with weapons and looked to her skeptically. “Well, for one, that,” said one, pointing to her broken mug. She turned up her lip to him which caused him to drum his finger along his blade. “By the order of our highest ruler, you are to be arrested and kept in containment.”

Veleanith looked to him in a silent anger, allowing his partner to slap a pair of what looked to b