Originally posted by lordzeb
A man dressed in elegant robes was walking towards the party of three. The hilt of his sword was embroided with diamonds. He wore a golden coloured helm. He walked in quick strides, walking over to Alagos."Hail Alagos." said the man.
"I beg your pardon?" asked Alagos incredously. "May I ask who you are?"
"Why, I'm Lord Javour." he said perplexed at Alagos's weird reaction.
"Alagos, i'm in no mood for your crack pot jokes." said Javour sternly. "I'm afraid we have some trouble on our hands."
"Trouble?" he asked puzzled.
"I need you to fight for me again." he said placing a hand on his shoulders.
"What do you mean?" asked Alagos puzzled again.
((i'm adding some climax, and a plot of my own, if none of you have any objections that is.))