NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is my first nation dealing with this type of technology. I'm hoping to get some people to join and have a good RP. Well here's hoping...

IC: The Valley of Annough Blough Inness was shrowded in midst. It was the main city of Caer' alfar and home to several family of elves. It was a small population since elves didn't reproduce as rapidly as humans.

The kingdom was home to three types of elves. The Tylywnn Tou were elves that were gifted with translucent wings and pale skin. The wings didn't really give them the ability to fly. It was more for improving jumps and bracing their fall. They also had more grace when it came to running from tree branch to tree branch and they appeared to dance as they ran. The Tylywnn Doc were light elves that had darker skin and did not have the gift of wings. There was a small population of dark elves there though that had abandoned there darker ways and wanted to live in peace with the rest of their kin. They still had trouble adjusting to the sun light but all were seen when night came and the stars lit the sky.

Lady Dasslerond walked up to her two compatriots that were getting ready to leave the valley in search of the wider world. "Just about packed?"

Bellimar Juraviel pivoted on his foot while still crouched to view his Lady's approach. "Yes we have our food supplies packed and our bed rolls."

Cazzira stood up as she tightened her pack. "We also have our weapons." She lifted her Darkfern club with a Sliverel head and hooked it to her belt. Juraviel slung his Darkfern bow with silverel veins running through it for added strength, over his shoulder. He fastened his slender elven blade to his side and picked up a quiver of arrows. "Yes M'Lady. We are ready."

Lady Dasslerond nodded approvingly. "Good. Now you and your partner are to go and make contact with the outside world. Meet as many people as you can and do try to make some allies. Our population is too small here at the moment and we won't be able to protect this valley alone."

Both Juraviel and Cazzira bowed to Dasslerond and departed the valley that night. They made camp up on an open hillock with a decent fire going. They unfurled their bedrolls and prepared to sleep. Each would take their turn keeping watch. They set camp out in the open for a reason, hoping to draw attention.

ooc: Want a group of adventures/mercants/bandits/somebody to come across your group?

ooc: sure that would be great. It's totally up to you. I was thinking adventurers or merchants since I probably could give them merchandise to sell. But like I said, it's up to you.

A trio of wagons travelled the country, even thought it was night.
The lanterns swung, while they were pulled by creatures* that were rare. They're two heads spotted a fire and the wagons headed toward the fire.

Inside
"I wonder if we'll find a suck ... I mean customer tonight." A odd voice asked
"We shall see." Another voice, slightly odder than the first replied

ooc: Ah-Un from Inuyasha

Juraviel fluttered his wings as he came down out of tree boughs that he was keeping watch in. He ran over to Cazzira and woke her from a light sleep. "There are three wagons approaching. Prepare yourself while I go circle around and watch them as they make their way here." He then rushes off into the night.

Cazzira rolls out of the roll and trys to make herself look presentable by pulling a shirt and breeches on. She hooked her club on her belt as she tried to focus her dark brown eyes to the night. She pulled her long dark hair behind her and tied it off.

"Stupid Boss making us travel all this way just to kill passing travelers." whined one voice.

"Maybe we'd have had a better assignment if you didn't botch the last one up!" replied another voice.

"Hey! It's not my fault that the place had ten different alarms set up! You didn't have to hit me." said the first voice.

"Shut up!" a hoarser voice said suddenly. "There's a fire in the distance. If we act carefully we can ambush the people there." The small group set out quickly and quietly to the source of the light. They spread out and hid themselves a short distance away from the hillock. Two of them hid in bushes while the third hid up in a tree. The three waited for an opportunity to attack.

ooc: what about ringwraiths they allowed somewhere in here somehow. :)

OOC: I should think that ringwraiths wouldn't exist anymore. You could probably have something similar to them though.

The wagons pulled up a short distance away from the fire.

A small, almost imp-like creature got off the seat and approached the lady that was sitting there, "Good lady, might we rest our beasts and ourselves?" It asked, gesturing to the two other wagons.

From inside one of the wagons, there was a sound.

The 'imp' went to a little door and spoke a short conversation, in an incomprehensible language.

It returned, "The masters wonder if you are interested in purchasing any goods good lady?"

ooc: What kind of elves are they?

ooc:alright thanks btw this is my first try at this so go easy on me what do you think not too bad is it. :confused:




They rode silently through the darkness towards riding onwards they were outcasts from society thrown out for their beliefs and their "witchery". eight of them had made it this far through the deserts and mountain passes. "how much farther until we reach them" said the second rider from under his black cloak staring forwards, as their horses continued to walk through the paths long forgotten by modern men dwarves and elves. "five days ride as the great deamon flies" said the lead in a whispery voice "press on". and they began to gallop towards a destination known to only them.

OOC: You can bring in something that is like a ringwraith. That would definatly make things interesting. Up to you. The lady in front of you is of the Tylynn Doc description and the one that left was a Tylynn Tou.

IC: Cazzira looked at the imp curiously since this is the first time she has seen one. "You are more than welcome to rest here on the hillock with us. We don't have much food to spare you but I can get the fire going higher so that you can warm yourselves. As far as buying anything, I'd be interested in viewing what you have."

Juraviel, in the meantime, was scouting around the hill. He fluttered from tree top to tree top until he heard a sound on the forest floor. He heard hushed voices and decided to investigate.

The group of bandits watched the meeting with interest. Hand signals passed between the three and their course of action was decided. The one in the tree jumped off and sped off around the wagons. The two in the bushes drew longbows and carefully aimed. One targetted the imp creature while the other targetted the elf. They both sent the arrows speeding off and waited for the tedious job to be finished.

"Then would you like to enter the wagon, good lady?" The 'imp' asked, "The masters are inside."

One of the 'imps' stood beside the second wagon, waiting for the good lady to decided, and if she wished to, to open the door.

The first 'imp' spoke and bowed as the bandit fired, "Thank you for your offer good lady."

An arrow zipped past Cazzira and she drew out her darkfern club. "Get in the wagon." and she pushed the imp inside. She couldn't exactly see anyone in the darkness but had a general idea as to where the arrow came from.

Juraviel on the other hand fluttered down and drew his slender elven sword. He made to cut the bow string on the nearest bandit and kicked out with his left foot. Keeping low in the brush, he moved off to the other bowman.

As the elf opened the door to thrust the 'imp' in, she was hit by the smell of burning inceance(sp). The 'imp' 'popped' and appeared on the seat of it's wagon.

The other two 'imps' drew hilts, and followed the elf.

The bandits in the bushes couldn't believe it. The imp had dodged by bowing... What unnatural luck that one has. Then a sound in the treetops alerted them to another person arriving. The bandit the elf targetted easily dodged the sword strike but got caught by the kick. He fell hard and as such barely managed to signal the other. The other drew his scimitar and charged at the elf. The bandit on the ground pulled out a dagger and threw it at the elf while getting to his feet and assisting his associate.

Meanwhile, the third bandit was busy lighting a small fire. The moment he got it burning he lit an arrow with it and shot it into the wagon the elf was heading into. Then he stamped the fire out and rushed towards the two imps and the elf. He leapt past them while throwing a poisoned dagger at an imp and the elf. He landed, drew his katana and leapt right back in slashing.

The fire arrow hit the shingled roof and skirted along the slate shingles.

The blade hit where the 'imp's' heart should be, with no visible effect.

The second 'imp' parried with the hilt, a shimmering as the shadow meet with the katana.

Juraviel turned as the dagger came in at him and stuck into his quiver but the point did manage to prick his back. Juraviel met the charge head on but pulled up at the last second as the bandit came on.

Cazzira rushed past the two imps and bandit. Instead she headed straight for her companion to lend aid. She had her club in her right handed and went off to finish the bandit that Juraviel knocked down.

OOC: last post for the night

The bandit stepped back and in the light from the arrow he was revealed as a heavily scarred dark elf. Damn, they have a completely different anatomy from us. Well, it was a long shot anyways. The dark elf took out another dagger. He made a stabbing motion at his opponent's midriff. This was a feint and as the imp made to block the strike, the dark elf sliced horizontally at the neck. Even if I don't know where his heart is, he should still die with no head. the dark elf thought to himself.

As the elf infront of him dodged the charge, the bandit ran past him. He then turned around and leapt backwards onto a tree. He pushed against the tree and jumped over the elf. He shot three arrows at the elf before landing on a branch on another tree.

While the third bandit started to get up, he noticed an elf with a club running at him. This will be an easy fight. he thought. He fell back down and feigned being too injured to get up. He secretly drew a knife and waited for the elf to get closer.

they rhode on their hoofbeats reverberating off the hills soon reentering lands known to men and elves a great forest rose above them. the leader cursed something in a demonic language. "theese woods are possesed by elves and dark men that do their masters biddings" said their scout as he rode back to the leader in their ever silent language. "So be it we press on trying not to be seen." replied the leader his giant blade glimmering in the moonlight at his horses side. they rode on silently into the woods for the first time not knowing what they would encounter.


OOC: sorry for any grammar errors its getting really late.

The 'imp' had it's head removed from it's neck. The neck on both sides was a light grayish solid. The second 'imp' leapt at the bandit's legs, it's shadowy blade aiming for the bandit's colon. The bandit was about to get a painful colonoscopy(sp).

At the last minute the dark elf managed to twist a little. The blade still hit but it didn't hit anything important. He groaned at the pain. He turned to face the imp and slashed at the hand holding the hilt with his dagger and then collapsed from the pain.

The hand was severed, revealing the same grey colour, and lack of any blood. The 'imp' grabbed the hilt with it's other hand, and smacked the bandit in the head with the pommel.

OOC: Sorry, I forgot to mention that the stature of these two elves is far shorter than normal humans or the dark elf. They stand at about four feet.

IC: Juraviel saw the acrobats and noticed the bandit drawing arrows from his quiver. He jumped and flapped his wings bringing him up to a branch above the bandit as the arrows skipped underneath his feet. Juraviel drew his magnificent bow and let fly two arrows at the bandit.

Cazzira took care as she approached the bandit. She couldn't see the dagger but her eyes saw well enough in the dark that she could tell that the man wasn't out of the fight yet. "Get up." She kept her distance but circled the man while he was down on the ground.

The bandit fighting Juraviel had his helmet take the blow. They didn't pierce but they still hurt. He fell off the branch. In midair, he drew out another arrow and fired it off before landing heavily on his back.

As Cazzira spoke to the bandit he swore mentally. He slowly got up. As he stood up he flicked his hand and sent the knife shooting towards the elf.

Juraviel leaned on the branch as far as he could but the arrow still managed to cut his shoulder and draw a line of blood. Juraviel drew another arrow as he growled the pain away and let fly towards center mass on the bandit.

The dagger came flying at Cazzira's head but she managed to get the club up at the last moment. The dagger sank in making a thud as the blade wobbled. Ignoring the blade in her club, she began her dance twirling the club up around and then down bringing her ever closer to the bandit thinking he had no weapon.

OOC: Ummmm don't ask me why my nation's name just changed. *shrugs*

The black riders watched from a distance as the elves and men fought their battle waiting for the leader to make his decision."The elves can help us get one of the ingridients for the ritual." said the leader as an arrow cut over the elve's shoulder. "perhaps we will find an ally in this..." said the leader quietly he drew his blade and 4 drew blades with him. The other 3 short bows loaded already with single arrows. They pulled back and let the arrows fly. The riders in black dismounted and walked forward out of the darkness.

Nearby, keen ears detected the sound of the fighting. T'rogil Nazerim rolled gracefully to his feet and listened for a moment, then prodded his companion - the two quick pokes that meant "Wake quietly." As Delthir Kor'thulan stood, T'rogil gestured in the direction of the fight and glanced at him questioningly. Delthir nodded, and the two gathered their supplies and weapons and set out silently toward the struggle. They had been travelling together almost as long as Sar Kadverion had been anything approaching a unified country, and could communicate remarkably well without words.

As the adventurers approached the fight, it became apparent that the struggle was too complex, with too many sides involved, to make exactly who was who obvious. T'rogil's fingers darted in a series of swift gestures.
-Call for a halt. Those who will not stop are surely the attackers.-

The two stepped into view, and Delthir cried out "Hold! Any who keep fighting shall die."
As he spoke, the pale skinned, golden haired elf set an arrow to his bow. T'rogil paused only to thrust his double-pointed spear into the ground before following suit. He showed the same slender build and eerie grace as his friend, but was as dark of appearance as other elf was light. Even the 'whites' of his eyes were black, and he could barely be seen in the dim light.

Cazzira and Juraviel both stopped their attack. Juraviel slung his bow over his slender shoulder and used his clear wings to glide to the ground. In the darkness they couldn't be seen but the camp fire reflected off them and gave the outline away. He looked to his companion. "Cazzira! What luck. It seems we've come upon more elves."

Cazzira walked over to stand by her companion and love. She hooked her darkfern club to her belt. "What is it that you want?"

The hag let her long, dirty hair come over her face as she took the herbs, putting them in the heat as the kneeling man in the black robe sat before her, his eyes straight forward in subservience. She wass extremely quite, as she slowly moved to him, grinning with her yellow-black teeth. She slowly let out her voice, sweet as a siren in its allurement, but to those who could truly see through her enchanment, knew the utter horror behind her lips.

"Tell me what you see, slave."

The man's eyes were dead as he mechanically answered, beholden to her.

"I see the chaos. A swirling energy of fervent battle, if fear. An innocent, a tide of fools, and the dishonorable. The darkness closes around. The souls lack, they are dead in all but manifestation. They are shadow, a thin reflection of light."

"Silence, that is what we are looking for. Be quick now. Rest." She dismissed him with her hand, he was of no more use. She came to the front of the hut, and looked to the sky, screaming out in her voice, her hand clenching.

"My Bright Dawn, my Red Sun, my Dark Midnight. Ride to my words." Cackling as the three horsemen spiralled from the sky, she waved her hands in a manipulative motion. "My Dawn, ride to the west, to the encroaching darkness, as my herald, and mark my presence with your sweet light. My Sun, follow the Dawn on his heels, bleed your warning upon them with your unforgiving eyes, before it comes. My Midnight, come upon the darkness with your senses sharp, waiting for your opportunity as the Sun disappears under the horizon. Then you shall strike quick with your sword and words."

they all stopped silently as two more elves stepped out into the light of the fires they stood just out of the glares of the fires swords drawn and held with both hands, blades pointing up just in front of their hoods they heard the elves call out for a lull in the fighting so they waited silently too see what happened. they could hear an old farmilliar voice on the air a soft voice of an old woman but ignored it for the time being intent on the current situation watching slilently the events unfold before them.

Riding across the path, the Horseman of the Bright Dawn came galloping forward to the west, his brilliant aura spreading through the trees. He jumped over fro mt he horizon, gacing the sky in his presence as the dawn came over the fight, a prelude to a greater thing. As the sun rose, the horsemen dropped to the ground, the hooves of the great beast under it shuddering as it reared back, and dropped to the ground, as the white knight looked to the beasts of shadow. Unarmed, it raised its hand, almost acussingly. "The Kostianaya Noga has taken notice. I am the herald, and two more shall come before me before she comes to take her bounty. I only bring names, not warnings." With that, the horseman urged on his beast, before disappearing through the trees.

Juraviel and Cazzira share a look. "What is going on here? I think we should have stayed in Caer alfar."

Juraviel couldn't help but smile warmly at the female elf. "Don't worry. Lady Dasslerond will protect us. We haven't traveled that far and there is nowhere she can't reach with her magic gemstone."

the hidden wraiths walked forward into the light trying to charge the palladin as he dissapeared letting out their unearthly scream as they moved forward.The leader yelled out " WHY DO YOU PROTECT THEM SEER. UR HUMANS AND ELVES " he continued " MORTALITY WILL TAKE YOU SOON AND THEN WE WILL FINISH THIS."

their horses revealed themselves walking too them lead by the three on horseback with their bows at their horses sides. all the others got on their horses their leader said to them in their demonic language. "Leave us I will meet you at our destination you know the way now go" with that they rode of and the lone wraith stood in the light the elves and men watching him, unsusure of his intentions. he stabed his blade into the earth and left the hilt stuck out close to his hand. he looked in the general direction of all the elves. "I will do thee no harm she elf." he assured the elves, taking her as the leader

Cazzira looked around and mumbles. "Oh I guess he means me."

She and Juraviel walked a little closer to the wraith but kept their distance. "What is it that you want?" Cazzira asks.

the wraith turned his hood slightly so she was staring into the darkness of where his face would be "your help" he said in a whispery voice "It will of course not go unrewarded" he continued in elvish so the humans could not understand " we need the blood of the horned horse do you have it dark she elf?" he asked "my brothers have need of it, for what is not of your concern."
he waited for her response.

Cazzira stepped more into the light so the wraith could see that she was a light elf with a darker complexion. "By all means we will help you in any way we can. My partner and I haven't been out of our valley for quite sometime." She looked to Juraviel for support.

Juraviel crossed his arms and folded his wings behind his back as he paced about trying to think of a solution. He stopped as a recollection came upon him. "I know! There is a dark elf in our valley that wears a pendant of a unicorn. He thinks they are holy and are under the protection of his God. He knows how to find them but I must ask you one question. Do you plan to kill the unicorn or just take some of it's blood?"

A blue 'imp' had exited the wagon, gathered the pieces of the chopped up gray 'imps' and taken them into the middle wagon.

A few flashs of light sparked out of gaps in the wagon, and the 'imps' popped outside again.

"Wraith, you claim you seek unicorn blood?" The 'imp' asked, "If so, we have some of it for sale."

"by the law of the great daemon it must die" he replied solemnly. "otherwise its blood is nullified by its living breaths." "what do you want in return for this deed?" he asked

he looked over at the imp "i have nought to buy it imp" he said "I have not been among the living or the dead for many years after we were banished from the realm of humans fifty years ago." he continued "we have been hunted by a seer, we had avoided detection for many years until tonight." thats was what the paladin that appeared before you was."

"I'm sure you have something of value. Step into the wagon," Said the 'imp' to the wraith. The door 'imp' opened the door if the wraith choose to enter.

ooc: Point if you get the reference.

"i dont trust imps" he said coldly "no bargain"

"We are simply agents of the masters inside the wagons." The 'imp' replied, "Nor are we imps."

*draws his blade from the ground* remembering the demon shapeshifters

Seeing the blade, "Did you not see what happened when we were chopped up prior?" The 'imp' asked, "You may strike us down if you wish, but it will be a pointless."

[OOC: The Horseman of Bright Dawn is not a paladin. He serves a evil crone by the name of Baba Yaga. He is just a manifestation of nature, a fae spirit of morning. He is the herald of the Arch-Crone, as the Red Sun is the messenger and the Dark Midnight is her sentinel. I will post as the Red Sun when the time is right. Don't want to just jump in yet.]

ooc: alright sorry for the mixup there....wait Baba Yaga u meen the witch that has the house on chicken feet in norse folklore rides around in a floating kettle or somthin like that.

IC:"hmm little demons perhaps i will chop you to pieces just because you bother me" he said coldly watching them he continued "and your regeneration is linked to the wagon and your 'Masters' you are indeed foolish to believe complete invulnerability"

"Nor are we demons." The 'imp' replied. "You speak of that which you do not know, so you shall be excused of your ignorance."

Cazzira walked over to stand by her companion and love. She hooked her darkfern club to her belt. "What is it that you want?"

"An end to this fight," Delthir replied, "or at least knowledge of who is fighting, and why. It has never been our way to ignore a battle."

T'rogil continued to keep a wary eye on the bandits, watching to see if they planned to continue the fight. As the wraith began arguing with the mysterious servant of the wagon, he spoke for the first time.

"Terathiël."

Delthir nodded, and turned to the wraith.
"There are many kinds of unicorn, although most have a great deal in common. Does it matter which variety you use? If not, I know a place where you could surely find such. It is a very dangerous area, though, full of the Wild Magic, and it is from that power that the unicorns who live there arise. If you wish, we could lead you there... and perhaps help you, if you tell us why you need the blood of a unicorn."

ooc: in order to speed this up ill stop arguing with the critter very simmillar to the one in inuyasha.

IC: He looked away from the little creature slightly annoyed with its arrrogance in such a presence he thought for a moment on the elves words and replied after careful deduction of words "It is for a ritual a very important ritual..." knowing that was all he could say to avoid raising suspicion among theese mortals that had obviously not been in contact with the worlds of men in a long long time. thinking of the dark warrior that would rise from the ingredients during the ritual, and how he would finnally rid the worlds of those filthy humans that had hunted him and his brothers for hundreds of years.

he raised his blade and held it in front of his hood both gauntlents wrapped around the hilt "the humans have seen too much already" he said turning his hood towards the humans. "they must die...." he walked slowly towards his targets.

ooc: in order to speed this up ill stop arguing with the critter very simmillar to the one in inuyasha.
ooc: My 'imps' are nothing like the ones in Inuyasha

Juraviel turned to Delthir. "The battle wouldn't have lasted much longer in any sense. Any elf is superior to humans especially in battle."

Cazzira ran over beside the wraith as he stalked in towards the humans. "Why must they die? I mean other than the fact that they did attack us but something else drives you to kill humans."

"Memories can be... dealt with, if such is needed. If you wish to kill them because of their actions, than so be it, though they should be given a chance to explain themselves first. If you strike simply because of what they have heard, then do not bother."
((Delthir, of course.))

the wraith stopped as one of the elves stepped in front of him he thought on the elves words for a moment and replied." They may live for now..." he continued darker than his last words " but heed my warning one wrong move and my blade will find their throats." he stepped off closer to the 'imp' and hid his blade beneath his cape taking in the sorroundings standing quietly until the next event came.

"Whatever thier fate, and whatever your motives, T'rogil and I will be happy to guide you to the Forest of Terathiël - though we will need more information if you wish us to help you within its borders."
Delthir turned to Juraviel and Cazzira. "I know not for what purpose you two travel, but perhaps you would be interested in visiting our homeland? I am sure the High King would like to meet you."
Nodding to the nearest 'imp', he added, "I gather that you are dealers in exotic goods? Perhaps that one will not trust you, but I am certain you would find customers in Sar Kadverion."

OOC: I hope you don't mind my attempt to route this into my country.

Alas, I won't be able to post over the weekend. My apologies for any delay this causes.

"We deal in unique goods, and those so exotic, it would make your jaw drop." The 'imp' replied, "If you wish, you could peruse the wares."

OOC: Could I join as a bunch of dark elves? Some good, some bad, most neutral, all chaotic

The dark elves just watched the proceedings silently from the side. They had no reason to join in and there was no precedent for something like this happening. This incident was getting too troublesome for them. Not to mention the not so intelligent people there who might take a swing at them just because they felt like it. The three met on a branch out of hearing but not out of sight and conferred about what to do next.

the wraith saw the dark elves gathering on the tops of branches. unsure of their intentions he just watched them out of the corner of his sight. After about 20 minutes of nothing he finnally comented "What do you think they want." he stood silently waiting for a reply

OOC: Copperian, yes you can join as a bunch of dark elves.

Sar, no I don't mind if this starts heading to your own country.

IC: Cazzira smiled as the wraith decided not to kill the humans. She looked up at the dark elves. "I don't know what they want. I say let them go and if they choose to follow then perhaps they will join this group." A thought pops into her head. "We haven't finished discussing this business about the unicorn."

Juraviel nodded at Delthir. "We would be honored to accompany you back to your land. We have ventured from our own home to see the wider world."

OOC: im gonna have the wraith play minor character following this band around for awhile so you can send this out the way you want too.

A small band of Drow saw the group. They decided to move in and investigate.

"We deal in unique goods, and those so exotic, it would make your jaw drop." The 'imp' replied, "If you wish, you could peruse the wares."
"Impressive! We must travel light, but I am quite certain there are many who would be interested at home... and some who might interest you, as well." Delthir replied, with a mysterious grin.

"Shall we set off now, or do you wish to rest here for the night?" he asked Juraviel.

Abruptly, hearing some slight sound from the approaching Drow, T'rogil turned to stare off into the darkness toward them. His bow was raised and ready.

OOC: I'm back. Again, sorry about the delay there.

"We do not need sleep, so it is up to the you and them." The 'imp's' gesture took in all the other peoples.

The Drow walked into the clearing, bearing no weapons. "Peace, we mean no harm".

The wraith continued to watch them quietly from beside the imps still gripping his great blade hidden behind his cloak.

Cazzira gripped the Wraith's arm in a caressing manner trying to calm him. "Just wait to see what they do."

Juraviel looked at T'rogil. "The drow are known to us though these are not from our valley." Juraviel mantained the group on the hilt of his sword though.

"We'll be ready to leave whenever you are. It seems that we may have more guests coming with us."

"They are not unknown to us, either, though these are not Kadveri." Delthir replied quietly.
He turned to the Drow and raised his voice slightly.
"That is good to hear. What brings you to this place, if you don't mind my asking?"

OOC: NS geography being as fluid as it is, how long of a journey do you think would be reasonable?

At feeling the elf's hand on his arm he felt strangely relaxed. he let go of his blade and crossed his arms still unconvinced knowing he couldnt speak of the ritual in the presence of dark elves. He then looked towards Cazzira momentarily. Then continued to stare forward in his blank gaze from under his dark cape. He released the thought of emotion knowing what pain had come to him from such emotions before he became a wraith. Remembering a saying he had heard many years ago "Hope is the first step on the rode to dissapointment."

OOC: I suppose a couple of days would be fine since everyone will be walking though it can go as fast as possible in IC as we want.

IC: Cazzira smiled at the wraith. "Don't worry. I won't let them get near you. My partner and I will kill them before they got close so try to relax."

he moved his head slowly to look at her and then said. "I am a wraith I do not fear death I am the darkness that consumes I do not fear them for my sake she elf." He then looked forward again thinking deeply.

Cazzira nodded as she looked away. "Perhaps not save you but I can protect a possible...friend" She looked off into the gathering wondering what was going to happen next.

The wraith nodded thanking her silently and he too awaited what would happen next he expected the bandits to attack again but. you never know

"Very well. Shall we be on our way, then?"

T'rogil placed his arrow back in his quiver, slung his bow over his back, took up the double-pointed spear, and started off into the forest. It was clear that Delthir had meant what he said about travelling light.

Juraviel nodded his accord. He quickly doused the fire and slung his pack over his shoulders and ran Cazzira's pack over to her.

Once his gears was readied and weapons were secured, he let T'rogil know he was ready.

OOC: By the way, which direction did your characters come out of the valley from, or does it matter? If you don't care, we'll be heading west, but I don't want to just take them righ back into Caer Alfar again...

OOC: That's great. The headed west out of the Valley.

The 'imps' boarded the wagons and prepared to follow the suck ... customers to where more suc ... customers could be found.

The wraith mounted his great black steed and followed closely to the the she elf.

ooc: may I join the story as a priest of sort

ooc: yah can i join in as a dark priest??(to oppose his priest obviously)

OOC: Of course. This is an open RP and the more the better.

ooc: ah thanks then. :D

ic: A gentle breeze ruffled his hair as he gazed upon the ruins of a once great monastery. His light amber eyes drifted toward the ruined alter. Walking over to it, he uttered, "Uranicus Lux lucis , tribuo turbatus animus pacis." Suddenly sensing several presences coming nearer, he turned and held a rather large, ancient tome by his side. If these stangers were here to desecrate this sacred ground, he would fight to the death.

the wraith appeared out of the darkness at the priests side. Blade held in front of his cape into the air he watched the monks reaction at the sudden appearence, he thought of striking him down but he didnt remembering the she elf. he said in his whispery voice that had chilled the bones of hundreds of mortals before " Peace monk both sides will meet under a neutral flag for now...."

Glancing at he wraith, his amber eyes gazed into the shadowy hood. Leaning closer to the hood, he whispered,"I sense darkness about you, but as long as we meet under the flag of neutrality I will not interfere. But at the same time, what is it that you seek that you should come this way?"

One of the 'imps', a sickly yellow-green coloured one, appeared and began examining and going over the alter, while a second, a emerald blue, began attemting to wrest the tome from the priest so it could look at it.

Juraviel and Cazzira's dance through the trees came to a hault as they saw the priest at the ruins. Cazzira jumped from the trees while Juraviel's wings brought him to a graceful rest on the floor.

The two elves both walked over to the priest and greeted the man with smiles. "Greetings Priest. I am Belli'mar Juraviel and this is my partner Cazzira. May we inquire as to who you were?"

"Ah greetings unto you lord Belli'mar Juraviel and lady Cazzira. How rude of me to not introduce myself, but please excuse me for a moment," said the priest. Leaning down to the imp, his eyes became happy cresents as he smile and said,"Ah, I do believe you wish to see this, by all means go ahead. Though I must advise you, it has a tendancy to...well...do interesting things to those who have bad intentions." Giving the imp his book, he turned back to the two elves, he said," Now to introduce myself, I am Engel Requim a high priest of the Light and guardian of the nine sacred seals. Hmm.....I sense some other presences approaching. Please excuse me once again." Taking out his rosary, he whispered,"Kyrie Eleison." The light shining around him grew brighter for a moment and returned to normal.

The emerald blue 'imp' took the book over to the where the other 'imp' was examining the alter and began looking throught it, checking to see if it was intrinsically and/or subjectively valuable.

Cazzira looked at the imps. "Don't tear the brook and don't break anything!"

Juraviel looked around the ruins. "What is this place?"

Turning to face Juraviel, Engel replied,"This is where the great monastery of Angels once lay. It was destroyed many years ago, when the world was still young. Knights of darkness laid siege to this monastery and in a last attempt to keep them from the seal, they gave their lives in sacrifice. The heavens wept tears of holy flame which caused the knights to be burning them into oblivion. I come here once every three years to pay my respects to these brave monks who guarded the seal. The seal no longer remains here, but the imps most likely detected the energy left behind by the seal. If I remember correctly, the seals were eventually relocated into newly born babes many years ago. As of yet, I wander the land to find the latest descendants of those seals and watch over them."

The 'imps' looked over and shook thier head at the priests assumptions, before going back to thier appraising.

Juraviel listened to the Priest's story with great interest. Long ago tales of battles and heroics greatly interested the elf and his companion. After the priest finished his tale, both elves looked downtrodden.

Each turned similarly to the ruined altar and thumped a fist over their hearts and bowed paying their respect. Each held their pose for several minutes as they gave prayers to the fallen monks.

Juraviel looked up back to the priest with a far away look in his eyes. "We have been in our valley for far too long. Too long have we shut our borders after a terrible plague befell our land. If we were still in our prime, a legion of elven warriors would have marched to the aid of this monastary. Yes, we have been gone from the wide world for far too long."

The 'imp' with the book returned to the priest, and asked "How much?"

"Hmm....," replied the Engel,"if you want the book, you may have it. That book is merely one of many tomes that i carry with me. Think of it as a gift of sorts."

The concept of something for nothing was abhorrent to the masters and by extension the 'imps'. The imp, wearing an expression of extreme shock and insult, keeled over.

The other imp came over, "Why you do that to," It points at the other 'imp'," How much for book?"

"Ah....I apologize if I offended you. Well now...hmm....I don't really know, let's see i guess i'll trade tome for a rosary or two or 30 empty vials.

The 'imp', now in familiar territory 'revived', "Book for thirty glass 30ml vials, plain?" It opened the negotiations.

He gave a kind smile and said,"Sure, that will be fine."

The 'imp' dashed to the third wagon and emerged shortly later with the vials. Once he'd ensure the priest was satified, he took the book to the wagon.

Grinning slightly, Engel took the vials and filled them with water from a flask he had on his belt. Placing them into the sunlight, he muttered,"Aqua Benedicta." The water seemed to take on a blue hue for a moment but then returned to its usual clear. Opening a pouch he had, he placed the vials carefully inside.

From the shadows of a nearby patch of foilage a pair of eyes glint at the trade of books.
"Sarum bell arias, Tihknor li marth. Likan maroth sheer brutus maroth."

Far in the distance an Unattural howl is heard, a few seconds later another, closer to the ruins, then one next to the ruins in what appears to be the remains of a lean-to shack.

Eyes widening slightly, he called out to the elves, wraith, and imps," Quickly get near me." Quickly he took out a blue gem and held it before himself and muttered,"Deus , servo vestri liberi." The gem then shattered in his hand and he threw it into the air. As the the powder landed around them, the air around them quickly became a hazy purple.

The 'imps' had headed to the three wagons rather than near the priests. The three beasts, upon breathing the 'powder' began sneezing.

A group of wolves the size of bears lept out and one, snarling, lept into the (?)barrier to the effect of............. This made the others more weary, and they circled warily (7wolves inc. the one that attacked)

Smirking slightly, Engel was happy that he managed to get up his safety wall spell. True it wasn't originally designed give a shock, he managed to alter it and infuse the barrier with holy lightning.

One of the wolves tore over to the imps and, raising one of them in its slavering jaws, ran into the barrier in the hopes tat the priest would let the imp back in, another two wolves went and started knawing upon the wagon with the book, and the figure in the bushes began muttering something that not even i could here, but that was answered by a large shriek not noticed by anyone else either

As the wolves began trying to eat the wagon, a swath of flame washed over them. As innocent as the wagons appeared, it was obvious they were far from simply.

The 'Ah-Un' simply gazed at the beasts in with a placid gaze.

As the two wolves howl in rage one of them crashes into another, the fire catching in both their fur and char them, the third of the dire wolves raises from the ashes and its eyes glow an even redder hue. this wolf has severe brain damage and charges into the wagon again
ooc:what happened to the one chewin on an imp??

The wolf 'chewing' on the 'imp' wasn't getting very far. Sure it bit the 'imp', but all that did was squish it, and since neither pain nor death really had any sway with them, the 'imp' was stuck with being a chew-toy for an oversized mastiff(sp).

The charging wolf was meet with a field of slow, the closer it got to the wagon, the more it felt like it had to try and claw throught. By the time it got within a foot of the wagon, it would have to try and wade throught air the consistancy of porridge, ten day old porridge.

The remaining 3 wolves sniff the air... sensing something they dont like they wimper... A large shape covers the sun, shrieking. The shrike lands near the bushes and the figure detaches, mounting the shrike (for those who dont know its a large creature the size of a Roc{they great enemys} exept all sinew, muscle and bone). He orders his beast up, Black cloak billowing, revealing black armour and a gleaming medallion. He summoned fireballs which he hurled at the party before flieing off and muttering something about altering brain sizes and stupid creatures his sevants were. The wolves ran off, Tails between their legs

the wraith let out a great high pitched scream calling his bretheren back to him from the far off places they had gotten to..they would find him in 2 days

He thought to himself "this battle is the mortals" but he needed the help of his brethern it took a very powerful warlock to conjure those. He could do it but that wouldnt be any fun for tracking down the conjurer.

Juraviel relaxed his bow and put the arrow back in his quiver.

Cazzira hooked her darkfern club back on her waist. She looked to the wraith. "What was all that?"

Juraviel walked up to the priest. "I think it would be beneficial to us all if you would travel along at our side. Besides, my partner and I would love to hear anymore tales you may have to offer. What do you say?"

Pondering for for a minute, Engel looked up to the sky as if seeking an answer from the heavens. Facing Juraviel once again, he said,"I would be honored to travel with you, but first I must retrieve something." Walking over to the alter, he removed a secret compartment and pulled out what appears to be an intricately formed grand cross rosary with a very long silver chain. Placing it into his robes, he turned and replied with a cheerful face,"Alrighty then, lead the way."

The Wraith looked over at Cazzira from under the darkness of his hood and he began "Those were a type of werewolves known as balvarines its not the true werewolf." he continued "unlike the werewolve it is conjured into this realm from the netherrealm what the humans call hell." "It takes a strong dark priest in order to bring them from one realm to another but you will not find a more loyal creature from that void." he continued on explaining the next part of his actions "You are going to need our help she elf or this priest is because they are only summoned for killing something that is absolute priority to someone....or something" "Whoever it was Knows what they were doing with the dark arts." "Oh Yes I almost forgot my 7 brothers will be joining us in a matter of days." "We will help find who is after you."

Now he turned to the 'imps' "well it seems that we will be travelling together imp as much as it bothers me." he spoke to him in the demonic language " You can understand my words." "Know this Imp I will not be fooled by your meak frame I will be watching your actions and will strike if you turn to a threat of any of them."

Now turning to the priest "What do you know of the dark priests? It has been a long time since my brothers and I have stepped foot in the realms of men."

The 'imp' that had been addressed, turned to the wraith, "What you talking in you Guatlio Mud Monkey." The 'imp' replied

ooc: They arn't imps(ie: creatures from hell/demons), imp is just the closest I can think of to describe them.

insulted for the last time by the small creature he drew his blade and sliced the imp that had called him a mud monkey in half from shoulder to opposite leg he knew it was futile but it felt good.

ooc: imps are small so if its a close comparison it still has a meak frame

Another 'imp' fetched the two halves, returned it to the wagon, and the 'imp' popped out a few seconds later. In it's hands was a letter that it handed to the wraith.

In beautiful, but flaming caligraphy, the message read:

"Please stop chopping them up, it's annoying."

Raising eyebrow, Engel seemed thoughtful for a moment before responding softly,"Dark priests.....it's been a while indeed." Turning away from them, he looked up into the sky. Sighing slightly, he looked back at them and said,"I'm afraid I'm forbidden to speak to you about these dark priests at this moment. Perhaps I may be able to tell you more when the time is right."

OOC: yes i know, i know, sterotypical 8>) IC: The shrke landed in the ruins of a dark Castle upon a cliff. the weather was terrible and even te beasts wings could barely hold it up. The preist dismounted in what was once a courtyard and went to find something. It dident take long and he kneeled before the altar, closed his eyes and bowed his head. almost immediatly he felt the effects of being pulled into the Abyss. He raised his head and looked into his mistresses eyes.
"Malaki, where is it??... WHERE IS THE CROSS??"
Mistress those blasted wolves were to weak, please I need more time"
"More time Malaki?? MORE TIME??... To long the gods have been gone from the world... soon however... I Must return before my brothers... Make haste Malaki and do NOT fail me..."
"Yes misstress..."
"And Malaki... Take the blade... destroy it when you get it"
He awoke in the castle courtyard at dawn. He reached behind the altar and removed a small Dagger, cutting his hand on the ancient blade, untouched by time
"****, Damn the gods to oblivion." He felt the ground rumble and departed as fast as possible, his shrike uneasy...

Juraviel looked back to the Priest. "As a Holy Priest, is there nothing you can do about this? How do we fight it?"

Cazzira looked up at her wraith counterpart. "Brothers? Why is it that beings from Hell would want to help us? I'm not complaining since your aid is much appreciated. I suppose that I am just curious."

Let out a small sigh, Engel turned and looked directly into Juraviel's eyes, a sense seriousness was on his youthful face, and said,"Lord Juraviel, the dark priests are what can be considered our polar opposite. While my spells are of Light, their's are of Darkness. Only a priest can fight a dark priest on even grounds. The victor would depend on which of the two is more experienced. Though if you must face one, you might want to take this." Handing Juraviel a small rosary with some ancient script inscribed onto it, he said," This should help even the fields for you or at least i hope so."

Juraviel took the rosary and weighed the Priests words. If this was the only thing that would be of assistance against a Dark Priest...

Juraviel looked over to Cazzira as she spoke with the wraith. "Cazzira, catch." He throw the rosary to her. She studied the beads then looked back up at him curiously. "Just keep it with you at all times."

OOC: Yikes, I missed a lot this weekend. Sorry about the lack of posting.
IC:
The two Kadveri elves had been keeping fairly quiet, although Delthir had introduced them to the priest. They had kept a wary eye on the surroundings throughout the discussion, and both had waited with arrows ready during the fight.

"What of other magic, neither light nor dark? Might a skilled wizard have a chance against these dark priests?" Delthir now asked.

Looking thoughtful for a moment, Engel replied,"There is a possibility that a skilled wizard could fight a dark priest on more less even grounds. Though I must stress that the wizard must not in anyway shape or form have made a pact with darkness. Even so, the wizard must be physically prepared to fight the priest as well for neither he nor i use magic alone to combat our foes."

The 'imp' commented, "The masters have dealt with many dark priests. They challenging but not greatest threat to profits."

A look of concern passed over his face, bending down to look the imp in the eye. He asked,"Forgive me for inquiring, but what have your masters done exactly with these priest?"

"Bottled them, want to buy one?" The 'imp' asked, seeing a chance for profit.

A look of intrest passed over his eyes. Thinking for a moment, he replied,"What selections do you have?"

"Come come." The 'imp' said, pulling on the priest's hand, guiding him to the first wagon.

Cazzira and Juraviel both laughed at the imp. "You better never bottle a Holy Priest then. Why would you even bottle such beings? Surely they are a danger to the world and should not be on the market for sale."

"They profitable." One of the other 'imps' replied, "Also good way of teaching not to bother the masters."

Engel let out a small chuckle and said," Don't worry about me, there is more to me than you could imagine." Turning, he followed the imp.

T'rogil and Delthir exchanged looks at that remark. ((about bottling dark priests))
Old Mari is definitely going to be interested in meeting them...

The wagon was certainly much larger than the outside lead it to appear. The 'imp' lead the priest to a row of bottles with little signs on them listing the name, god of choice, date of birth and date of bottling of the dark priests.

Pointing out one bottle, he said," What is her name, I'm afraid I haven't brought my reading lenses with me."

"That would be the dark priestess Kirgade

A small smirk appeared on his lips. Glancing over to the imp, the priest replied,"I'll take her, how much would this be?"

The 'imp' pulled out a small sheet of paper. It touched the paper to the card, then looked at the paper. "In gold, half a pound, in trade, offer." The 'imp' replied

Reaching into his robe, Engel withdrew three pouches filled with gold and with another hand pulled out what appeared to be a brilliant cerulean colored gem inscribed with intricate and delicate writing with veins of gold and silver wrapping around it like vines. Engel replied," I have the gold but perhaps you might want this."

The 'imp' began going over the gem, a jeweller's eye being used for some of the finer detail work. With a 'hmmm' it spoke, "Deal, gem for dark priestess, Kirgade." The 'imp' said as he put the jem on a balance and handed the priest the bottle.

Walking back out, he walked toward the group and placed the bottle on the ground. Taking out three blue gems stones, roughly the size of a fist, placed them equidistant from the bottle. Taking out a blood red gem stone, he pricked his finger and swiped the blood onto the gemstone. He then whispered over the stone, "Signum." With that, he crushed the stone and sprinkled the powder around the bottle. Leaning down, he opened the bottle.

Out popped a little tiny version of the dark priestess which rapidly grew to full size.

Letting out a small chuckle, he said in a cheerful voice," So Kirgade, it's been a while how have you been?"

"Wha, who, where am I." She said as she took a step, and promptly fell over.

The 'imp' commented, "They not so good right after out of bottle."

Letting out a small laugh, he bent over and whispered the spell of awakening and restoration.

She managed to stand, but was still blinking like crazy, covering her eyes.

the Wraith ignoring the priests and the imps looked over towards the elves and said "Hmm perhaps they will tell you yourself when they arive it seems I underestimated their distance." He could see the first of the 7 wraiths appear out of the darkness the navigator followed by the 3 archers and then the 3 swordsmen. "Welcome my brethern." "It is good you have hastened yourselves to me." They all dismounted their horses and kneeled to head wraith. he asked them what the elves had asked him the strongest swordsman replied. "We serve our lord not you elf." he continued "We will die again for him."

they all flanked on either side of their leader, he looked at cazzira "I must advise we move now for they will return with greater beasts." they all mounted their great black horses.

Nodding in agreement, Engel picked up Kirgade and carried her piggy back style. Turning to face the elves, he said, "Lead the way."

Krigade proceeded to smack Engel, "Put me down, also where am I, and who are you."

"ah Krigade," said Engel in a cheerful voice," how nice of you to join us. We're currently at the ruins of the monastery of Angels and I do believe, the last time we met, I blasted you and your dark acolyte friends out of temple. So how are you today?" :p

"What am I doing here, the last thing I remember is this bottle and a battle with some odd creatures." Krigade replied, "And why are you carrying me, if last time we met, you and I were enemies."

"Er....," Engel said," You could say that I guess."

"If we were fighting, and not enemies, were we friends?" She asked

A sad smile appeared on his lips, Engel replied," That Krigade, is for you to figure out."

"Why don't you tell me, I can't remember anything about you and very little prior to that last memory I told you." She replied

Sighing slightly, Engel replied, "Well Krigade, if you really insist that I tell you. I believe it was several years ago, we were at the temple in the city of Anzul. You had applied to become an acolyte. The council in it's wisdom appointed me to be your teacher as i was already then one of the most experienced priest in the area. You had complained that I couldn't be a priest and that I must certainly be weak because I was only a year or two older than you I do believe I was 13. But nonetheless, after while, we managed to convice you to come under my instruction. 2 years passed and you grew and learned many of the spells that I taught. But you were frustrated that you couldn't beat me in spar even after those two years, so you sought a more "expedient" method. You went into the great library and took a book of summoning. Meanwhile i was unaware of this and i had left for a minor quest. Luckily or unluckily, depending on your perspective, i returned the day that you were to cast a dark and powerful spell of summoning. This is where my thoughts are just thoughts. I think that you had successfully summoned several demons of sorts after having sacrificed several of your innocent peers, but you were unable to control them and they attacked you and your friends who chose to follow your path. Seeing these demons and the sacrifices, I was torn between saving you and destroying you and your friends with the demons. But in the end, I was left with no choice and I cast a powerful spell of banishment. It destroyed the demons, but it also scattered you and your friends to the four winds. That was the last i saw of you Krigade."

"Then I am deeply sorry for my actions." Krigade replied "I must apologise and work to redeem myself."

Smiling once again, he replied, "Don't worry Krigade. I knew you would repent and that is why I bought you from the imps and released you. Though I must admit, it puzzles me how you were captured in the first place. I would think you being 20, healthy, and strong should be able to fend them off ."

OOC: you guys got MSN messenger??

IC: As he and his shrike sat huddeling in a cave that night he thought of something else that the world was missing. Dragons. He thought to himself if he could summon a dragon then his mistress was sure to be pleased. He thought it was his greatest idea since he made experiment 247901 (A spell to turn everything slowely into stone[yes I mean everything and not just what its cast on, this stuff spreads]). He took flight immediatly, heading for the last place dragons were seen

"That I could not say, all I remember was a creature, a bottle, and then I was here." Krigade replied, "Maybe you could ask those who sold my bottle or captured me."

One of the rosaries Engel held suddenly shattered. Eyes narrowing, he put Krigade down and said to all of the party, "I'm afraid I must leave for a bit, something is terribly amiss. I hope you wouldn't mind watching after Krigade because I must leave now." Taking a blue gem, he crushed it and began muttering the spell to open a portal to a desired location that the user remembers in reasonable detail. Pausing for moment though, he turned and place what seemed to be a delicate gothic cross intricately, engraved and inscribed with ancient script, hanging on a mythril chain. He said,"This should hopefully help you while i am gone. It's actually a locket of sorts. It was once your and you had used it to store your spells, perhaps you'll be able to unlock it and relearn the spells of the Light."

OOC: Yeah I have MSN messenger

IC: Juraviel walked up beside Krigade, "I'll watch her while you are away. Just be sure to hurry back to us. You still have to tell us more tales."

He looked at Krigade so only she could hear him. "If you endanger our party, I'll kill you." He finished by sliding his elven blade back into his scabbard.

"And it would be nothing more than I deserved." Krigade replied

Meanwhile one of the 'imps' approached the elves, "You want to buy something?"

Muttering the spell, he vanished a gust of wind.

The wraiths mounted on their horses muttered to eachother in their ancient demonic language. the leader stared onward listening to them occasionally responding and intervening in their conversations of how horrible it is to be serving with a lesser demon simmilar to an imp. others complained of why they let the priest live and leave and then there was a chill hush in the air. Someone had made contact with the dark goddess. They sat and stared into the darkness hearing the words spoken on the wind. The head wraith rode to Cazzira quickly. "SHE ELF WE MUST LEEVE NOW!!" he nearly shouted "soon we will be dealing with something that even we will have trouble with. Our Enemy serves the dark godess." he continued "This means he will send Dragons after us we can use our knowledge of ancient rituals however we must avoid it if possible." he rode back to his men.

An 'imp's' eyes light up at the mention of dragons, "Good sir, do you know what kind of dragons?"

Suddenly the sound of horses was heard as several mounted figures quickly rode toward the group. One figure shouted,"Please help us! Our village is besieged by dragon like beings!"

Cazzira looked down at the Wraith as she moved through the trees keeping pace with the riders. "What do we do?"

Juraviel ran up ahead. "I'll scout it out." He continued his dance in the wind with his wings helping him higher and make incredible leaps. He looked down towards the riders. "Tell us more. What is the situation of your village?"

One of the riders shouted,"We don't really know! It was like any other day and out of no where, many draconic figures came charging through the town, slaughtering anyone and everyone in their path!"

"Dragons... Wonderfull. How big are they?"
Delthir drew an arrow as he spoke. T'rogil was muttering under his breath, and glimmers of light flickered along the length of his spear.

"What they look like?" An 'imp' asked

Juraviel looked at his quiver and his small but fine blade. "We don't have the weapons to beat a full grown dragon. You all know the legends of dragons. Their scales are the finest armor and the roar of a dragon is enough to freeze a man's blood. If we are going to help, we need to form a plan."

He looked at the riders, "Do you have any siege weapons? A ballista or catapult? Something, anything?"

"Many seige weapons, all for sale." The 'imp' commented, "Magickal and otherwise."

Juraviel looked at him with a smirk on his face. "Can you put it on our tab?"

"You no have a tab, nor proof of valid credit." The 'imp' replied

the wraiths dismounted and leaned back staring at the sky he sighed exausted from the imps ignorance and only wanting to make a buck but he had other things he had to do. he began the ritual his comrades all drew their swords and stood around the pentegram drawn on the ground. They spoke in the ancient tounge chilling the bone of everyone around them at every syllable of the wraith language. the head wraith stepped into the middle of the pentegram and was lifted into the air in an unknown force as the great Daemon worked through his shattered body possesing him with such a power to great to be known by mortals. the wings of the great demon ripped through his cloak and he took flight for the city of men.

He arived at the city to find smouldering rubble and there was the dragon sure enough a Ridgeback hmmph he thought to himself he chanted the spells of ice and great ice shards fell upon the beast. The beasts attention drawn to him he flew at full speed towards the great creature speaking in his own tounge his blade drawn and glowing green. as he clashed into the beast his blade stuck into its chest he stabbed into it again the great glowing blade now drenched in the blood of the creature. it reared its head and breathed flame on him but not before he could get the barrier up it flowed around him the great flames destroying everything in their path. He let out a great scream as he stabbed up to the hilt of the 7 ft blade into the creature. great glowing spikes ripped their way out of the creature through the enchantment that had made his blade green. the great creature fell to the ground and let out a dying breath.

he gasped as the demon left him...and weakend fell to the ground slumped in unconsciosness. (SP)

A dove fluttered down landing on a branch. It had a scroll with nine seals on it.

As Juraviel continued to argue with the imp, Cazzira noticed the dove in the branches. She jumps from branch to branch until she reaches it.

"Now what do you have there little guy?"

Cooing softly, it opens its beak and drops the scroll into her hands. After doing so, it flapped its wings several times and took flight.

Cazzira leaped out of the tree and made her way towards the group. Juraviel looked up from the imp to look at Cazzira walking back over. "What do you have there?"

"I don't know. A dove brought it. It has nine seals on it. Does anyone know what this means?" She showed the parchment around to the group.

The scroll was written in the language which looked nothing like anything ever seen on this plane. It was a curvy and elegant. A note fell out of the scroll. On it, there were some hastily written instructions from Engel written in common. It reads,"I'm sorry that I left so quickly, but as you can already tell, there are some major disturbances in the world. On the scroll is a message i wrote to you in celestial just in case they got it. In order to read it, you best give it to our dark friend. He should have a spell that can reveal its meaning or you can prick your finger and swipe the blood across all nine seals. Make sure if you do this, get the blood on all of the seals. Trust me.

-your story telling priest, Engel Requiem

The wraith lay on the ground unable to move weakend beyond belief from his great battle the dragon lay dead off to his side his blade just outside of his grip. he layed their and thought of a spell that might be able to help him though he doubted it he drew a very small pentegram with his bony finger. he whispered something and it showed the monk busy on his mission he had to do it though..."Monk hear me.....I call you in need" he said meekly " You know how to destroy the darkness then you must know how to heal." What is...is the spell i need. he stared at the sky awaiting the monks answer.

A battalion of armed skeletons charge at a lonely figure dressed in a white robe(Well...there is more to it, but i can't really describe it. Click here to see what the robes i'm talking about look like. Click Here (http://img.ragnarokonline.com/download/wallpaper/wallpaper_79_800.jpg)) Engel gave them an annoyed glance and flicked his wrist slighty. A long silver chain snaked out and cut through them like nothing. Several moments later, the skeletons were all destroyed. Engel carefully pulled back his rosary/weapon. A wind blew by with almost silent whispers riding it. Listening carefully could hear the message the wraith sent. Pausing for a moment to consider his options, he replied with his own spell. His message said,"Wraith, there are two options for you. One is to extract some darkness from yourself and crystallize it. It should form a black gem. With that gem, you must utter,"Into the darkness I now go, but I fear not its unending depths." Then crush it and swallow it. This should rejuvenate you, but will leave you exhausted for at least a week. On the other hand, you may wait where you are and I will teleport to you and perform a powerful spell of healing. It should rejuvenate you instantly without any major side effects other then a headache. The problem with this option is that if I were to use this spell, there is the danger that your body will not handle the holy energies. There is a small but very real possibility that it would destroy you. The choice is up to you though."

The wagon train pulled up into the village. One of the 'imps' spotted the wraith and walked over to look at it.

the wraith sensed the aproaching 'imp' and tried to move but couldnt he had no problem though since he had nothing of value, and there was a dragon corpse beside him that the imp could loot. He looked up at the imp and thought for a moment no he wouldnt cazzirra would burn their wagons to the ground if the imp tryed it.

The 'imp' seeing the state of the wraith, it gestured to a few other 'imps'. They came over, picked up the wraith and began carting it to a wagon.

Getting worried after hearing no response from the wraith, Engel decided to try teleporting to where he was last. With a swirl of wind, he vanishes.

Knowing the imps thought only of profit he let out the scream calling his brothers too him then faded into the shroud of unconsiousness once more.

The 'imps' depositied the wraith in a wagon, entered and shut the doors behind them.
If the wraith woke up, it would find itself on a bed.

The wraith woke up slowly.... he stared at the ceiling of the wagon from a bed vision blurred. "Where am I?" "I remember....'imps'... calling to them he looked around and more worried asked "Wheres my blade?" he could sense the presence of his brothers they must have been outside riding along side the wagon he seemed to be in.

"You're blade is in a different compartment, and I see you're finally awake." An 'imp' said

his vision started to focus on the 'imp' "why did you do it imp why didnt you leave me to die again?" he was becoming stronger "My strength is returning to me....you healed me that raises my question more? what do you get out of it?"

"Do we need a reason?" The 'imp' asked, "Do we have to have an ulterior motive?" It quired as the effects of the bed were manifesting, restoring the wraith to the best shape it had ever been in.

Cazzira jumped into the wagon and looked at her wraith friend with a worried look on her face. "Are you alright?"

ooc: Just a note, you'd have had to get 'imp' permission to enter the wagons

the wraith stared at the 'imp' in silence when cazzira appeared in the wagon "Thank you for your concern she elf it is noted and appreciated." he then turned back to the imp "Your care is much appreciated" then answering Cazziras question yes Im ok. where is the monk? I must speak to him as soon as possible." He stood up and remembered "Oh yes the dragon it was a ridgeback our warlock is not as powerful as we thought."

Reappearing at the monastery, Engel looked around. Not seeing them, he decided to go to the town nearby. Hopefully nothing had happened there yet, with a whisper he once again vanished in swirl of wind.

Once the wraith was back on it's feet, it was taken back to it's fellows, "Don't need to come back".

Cazzira smiled. "I'm glad you are feeling better. You are a hero to the people in the village. The priest is on his way but we do not know how long he will be. Rest easy. You have fought well this day and are deserving the wagon ride."

Upon reappearing in the town, Engel saw destruction everywhere. Upon seeing a priest, the people of the town rushed to him and begged for assistance. Calmly he said,"Take all the injured to the temple. I'll take care of them there." Nodding, the people went off to find the wounded and injured. Looking around, he thought,"Even if they don't come by here, it's only fair that I help these innocent people. Afterall, it is my fault. I wasn't able to get there in time to stop him." With these thoughts in his mind, Engel strode toward the remnants of the temple.

Krigade preceeded the wagons as they headed back to site of the temple.
Seeing Engel, she rushed toward him.

Seeing a figure rushing toward him, Engel pause for a moment to take a better look. Was it him or did that she look familiar. Upon closer inspection he realized she was Krigade. Waving, he called out," Ah Krigade nice to see you again. So what did I miss?"

"One of the wraith got hurt fighting a dragon." She replied, "Are you alright?"

Engel replied, "Me? I'm fine nothing that a nice bath wouldn't cure. But how about the wraith? How is he?"

"The 'imps' took him into a wagon and when he came out, he was all better." She replied

"I see," replied Engel, "Why don't you go back and gather the rest of the group and have them meet me at the temple. I'll be there healing the people." With that, he started heading back toward the temple.

the wraith retreived his sword and put it back under his cloak he went to speak with the other wraiths for a moment before following the monk. "So what were you off fighting monk skeletons...chaos dwarves? werewolves?" "The sorecerors are getting a little rusty. wouldnt you say?" holding his hand towards the dragons looted body "Many years ago we would have had to fight red and black dragons."

"They are already headed here." She replied as she followed Engel.

"Ah...in that case, I have something to tell you. I assume that my letter got to you right?"said Engel while healing an injured child," Well even if it didn't I might as well tell you now. The reason for my departure was that my dark comrade was setting a dragon loose. True, wraith that the dragon isn't very strong to us, but to the common people, they are engines of destruction. So I went to try and stop him, but unfortunately he had expected this, so he summoned up cannon fodder to stop me. Defeating them is easy. Just when they start mobbing you...well.....it slows down progress. But on the other hand, I'm glad to see that you all are fine and dandy. Right now though I need to help heal some the injured. Would you mind help finding the injured or lost and help them any way possible? I'll be here if you need me."

Krigade began helping do medical work when the wagons pulled up. The 'imps' proceeded to disembark and with small vials in hand began heading toward the most injured and children.

he meditated on the monks words for a moment and continued so only the monk could understand him, in the aincent language that the monk had written down on the letter though every word pained him from being in such a pure language. "Monk you are right they may be to theese civillians but that does not concern me, I dont care about their status that is your job as a healer and a protector a paladin so to speak. The dragon was a threat to the she elf and that is all that matters to me." he could feel the confusion in his brother wraiths as he said this. he continued on ignoring them "Thus I will not be aiding your search or your merciful ways. It is the 'imps' that I owe my second life too."

The 'imps' fed the potions to the most injured/injured children. Many of the injuries seemed to close before the eyes of those watching.

OOC: sozz bout the absence peeps. I wasnt going to bring the dragons in just yet but its a bit late now... I gess ill just say what Malaki was up to

Half IC:Malaki landed in a barren wasteland. He said to his shrike "Odd, isnt it??, that this was once a beautiful city and all... Still there's work to be done"
He raised some of the crackly yellow boned corpses and asked their souls where the "Real bones" were. Upon finding the dragon he raised its spirit (After all bone dragons are hard to control) and forced the location of the few lairs left out of it. He banished the dragon and made haste to a lair where a young green whelp was and sent it of to test the motley crew of hero's

IC: Malaki was worried. He had nothing against wraiths and all but they killed his dragon. That was NOT going to go down well. First his Balv's and now this?? Then he had a brainwave. He cast the spell in haste
"Wraith, why is it you aid those mortals?? I know you need the components and I know why... You want to kill the humans dont you?? I offer you this then, My mistress can get you what you need, and make you the king of all men when you return... Think carefully... This is your first chance, Take it for each time I offer the rewards are lessened" Malaki sat back upon his Shrike and heading towards another lair, this one of a larger green known as "Firesail"

The wraith rode off into the woods for a moment so he could have this conversation in private. He thought over the words the dark priest had spoken in his mind and let out a long dark laugh scoffing at the offer and the insolence of this human. "You are mortal dark mage...and I have a new quest that is to hunt you down, I do not want to rule.. I want them all gone forever!!" he continued "I shall give you a lesson in mortality when we meet... which will be much sooner than you think" with that he dissapeared into a wave of blood that erupted from the pentegram he had drawn on the ground telleporting himself to the location he had tracked the priests mind too.

His eyes widened with concern, Engel quickly turned to face Krigade and said," Please take over here. I must go and stop them. Those fools can't possibly know what the consequences of their actions will be!" Handing over a child he was holding, he started to walk out of the temple when he vanished in a swirl of wind.

OOC: two things- one is that he's miles above the ground and two is shrikes are faster than dragons and he's long gone...

OOC: this is gonna get really really good really really quick

IC:"Monk What are you doing following me" he sent his thought away with the spell.

OOC: hes a wraith he will follow you and never stop hunting until hes reached you. Im just following you at ground level.

Krigade took the child, while the 'imps' continued to minister to the most greviously injured and children.

OOC:Umm... ok but dont u think if he can control dragonfear AND dragons AND contact a Goddess he could banish a wraith?? ...just incase you dident think of this

IC:His shrike landed outside a small look cave and followed Malaki inside, and through the back wall, "Larris orb nir" He pulled a pale white crystal from his belt as it spread pale light throughout the cave and illuminated the massive eyes staring into his... "Fire, a pleasure to see you. Its time" The dragon raised up its massive head and swept it around the cavern "You knew I was coming dident you b***h??" He had just noticed the Draconians surrounding him. He cast the spell of binding in haste and almost blew apart the mountain...

ooc:...Banishing a character is like using a nuke in a war and in this case GODMODING SO DONT EVEN THINK IT. :sniper:

IC:he stood outside the mountain watching it thinking about how he should enter when he heard the priest scream out the spell of binding and watched the mountain rumble. He laughed to himself and finnally thought of a way to deal with this pest he began to use a basic spell to bring down the hollow mountain ontop of the unholy priest.

"That's enough!" he yelled. Engel muttered ancient spell of binding that had long been in existence even before the elves and men were born,"Eratne fortuna contra nobes ab initio? 'Erantne aut nostri properi sceli eicient in nostra exilia? Ab aeterno, fuerint Agni Dei. Absque nunc sumus advocati diaboli. Sum scelum.Via dolorosa. Nostrem carcerem.Mens rea.Nostrae dexterae iam inficitae sunt. Atqui nostri laevi esuriunt pro mages. Ignosce mihi, Dei." When he had finished uttering his spell. He cut himself, took out the rosary that he had taken from the altar at the ruined monastery, and smeared his blood on it. The sky blue gem that lay in the center of the rosary soon emitted a crimson blood red light as the priest's blood began to be absorbed by the stone.

The dragon suddenly became aware of what this preist could do for her when her senses tingled... "Preist, no human has come here before and because of you no human will"
"What are you talking about??"
"This mountain is ancient and my lair runs deep, the catacombs going down as far as the Lava flow's. And now you come, and bring a creature of...odd... motives."
"What?? You meen Aryll??"
"NOT THE SHRIKE YOU FOOL!!"the dragons voice boomed in the pale crystal light "but come we may finish this outside, no not that way, here"
Malaki and Aryll (the shrike of course) made haste to follow the massive green out another passage. Then Malaki found out what she had been saying as a massive bulder fell where he was just standing...

Running toward the mountain healing the cut he had gave himself. True they might not yet feel the spell take affect, but it wasn't supposed to be felt immediately. Hopefully it would take affect before those two did anything foolish.

The Wraith screamed out in pain unable to finish the spell the mountain stopped shaking as the monks spell set in. He Yelled back in complete pain clenched over on the ground "FLAMEUS DEMONICUS SUMONICA ANTACKUN MONK!!!" the monk was in for a rough night as a small army of lesser demons simmilar to lava imps arose from the ground around the monk.

Fire and Aryll burst from a thin layer of roch, this time solid, Malaki upon his shrike once more. They wheeled and headed back towards the place the dragon said she felt a presence and as they flew the mountain caved in upon itself

Malaki bent over double as he flew. He threw up blood as the preists spell took affect on him too. The dragon, however, cast a counter spell which got rid of most of the effects of the spell eccept for a mild headache and a spasm or two. Malaki prepared his own spell now "Slion lyra mygeri bui querz docvil. Lopez xeron pollik asphobar marin" He drew a set of tiny statuettes from his pocket and dropped them. They landed in the ground and each of them began growing larger. The 6 Stone Golems appeared as twisted demons and shambled off to do his bidding as he spasmed and almost fell off aryll.

Engel had really wished it would come to this, but in order to stop this madness, he had no choice. He crossed himself and muttered,"Kyrie Eleison." A mighty barrier of holy energy surged into existence around him. Then he shouted,"Lex Divina!" This spell should be able to silence both the wraith and the dark priest. He really didn't want to use this spell, but it was the only way to stop this here and now it would stop bot of them, but it would severely drain him of his energies. "How troublesome," he muttered smiling a little before chanting,"Gott, bitte hier der Schrei von diesem gefallenen Engel und verbannen alle Schwärzung zurück in den Abgrund. Magnus Exorcismus!" Blinding light filled the entire area around all of them. If you could look upon them from the sky, you'd see a cross made of light encompassing them all.

Malaki screamed and fell. He closed his eyes as he realised that neither Shrike nor Dragon could save him as they were also feeling the effects of the spell. He fell for what seemed an eternity and suddenly felt like he was floating. He slowely opened his eyes and saw... nothing... He knew what had happened.
He was once more in the abyss, this time a shrike and a dragon with him.
"Malaki are you trying to get yourself killed you fool??"
"N-n-no mistress... its just those blasted wraith's and that preist together are too much for me, i think I cannot get the rosary while they are together."
"Malaki do you know why the God's were forgotten?? Because we were the cause of war's and famine of each others followers. now we have no followers and no power. However we have what we made when souls were plentiful."
Malaki knew what she ment for him now "But mistress, an avatar would be to much, after the preist it would destroy all the other life in the world and noone has the power to stop them"
"Malaki you are rambling human!! do this and your wish will come true, I will make you Immortal"
"Very well mistress, I will summon the avatar when the time comes"

he awoke in a glade miles away from where he fell, Aryll and Fire next to him. He ordered Fire to go into hiding until summoned and he and Aryll made for a nearby city.

The land gave off steam from the heat of the holy energies that had been present moments before. His robes had some tears and rips on it, but overall he was ok. Casting a minor spell with the remainder of his strength, he sent a message to Krigade.

Hey it's Engel. If you wouldn't mind, would you and the rest of the group come and pick us up. Just go to where you felt a massive upsurge of holy energy or go to the place that has lots of steam rising off the ground. :D

With that, Engel closed his eyes and fell unconcious.

Krigade recieved the messaged and told the elves and other wraiths of the message.

The remaining 7 Wraiths fury was endless HE HAD KILLED THEIR LEADER AND NOW.....He would share the same path.They moved outside quickly to teleport to his position their speed enhanced greatly by the power of the great Daemon. They knew what they had too do An Eye for an eye their leader had always tought them and now he was gone lost in oblivion it would take another century to find him in the warp. This made their fury all the more potent.

They arived to the Monks body quickly and drew their morgal blades together one of the archers muttered a spell of silence upon the body so he could not restore himself with a spell they then rendered him half consious so he could hear their words the second strongest said filled with rage "YOU know what we are here to do MONK You gave him his second death and now you shall share his fate." With that the swords sunk into his flesh 1 in either arm 1 in either leg and 3 stuck into his chest two through his loungs and one in his heart. The wraiths let out their rage and the blades began to glow green as their leaders had. He would have been proud as the body was ripped to shreds from the putrid explosion that erupted from what used to be the monks body.

Opening his eyes, Engel paused for a moment before realising he was most likely dead. Looking around, he noticed he was in a large well decorated and cozy room. Sighing a little bit, he said,"Well I suppose those wraiths killed me, but that was to be expected. At least the lead wraith didn't set "that" free. I should go find my Lord now. I suppose I don't need this disguise anymore." With that, Engel's robes vanished and were replaced with a pure white robe and six large wings flecked with silver feathers flexed themselves from his back. "Ah...it's nice to stretch a bit,"said Engel,"Now to find Him. I wonder what my mission will be this time."

Krigade, seeing what the wraiths did to Engel, began sobbing.

An 'imp' asked, "Why did you do that to him?"

Seeing Engel pass by, several angels on the way to the armory saluted. While walking there, Engel reread his orders. His mission apparently wasn't over yet so he'd need to return back to the world. He was however to watch the group from afar. Not to interfere unless absolutely neccessary, and by absolutely, He meant absolutely. Going over to a locker that was his, he opened it and pulled out what would be needed for this mission.

Malaki was resting in a corner of a tavern, his shirke outside being avoided, when he felt the power of the (arch?)angel being destroyed. "hmmn... this was no doubt the work of the wraiths... and they wouldent unless..." He stood up and spilt his ale, rushing to his room to perform the spell. He knew after this in his weakened state he would collapse. Withing miutes he had muttered tha appropriate words and an image of him appeared to the remaining wraiths. "Wraiths, I grieve your loss, yet I can heal the wounds. I know you plan already to return him, he is the strongest of you, and I remind you this. I have access to the Abyss already, I could help you find him. But first YOU help ME. The preist was carrieng a rosary that would not have been damaged by your swords. I have the one weapon which can destroy this and the preist can use this artefact to return... Bring it to me and your leader shall return within days..." His strength failed and he collapsed, only just getting back to his body in time.

A small smirk crept onto Engel's face, the dark priest had no idea with whom he was dealing. If he'd ever bother to ask his mistress about the choir of the Seraphim, he'd be in for quite a surprise. Being called an archangel wasn't neccesarily bad, but it really demoted him quite a few ranks. The other seraphim would have a fit if they found out. Putting his hand into his pocket, he pulled out a small intricately designed colbalt blue gem. Did the dark one really think he'd leave it with his corpse. It was true that the rosary itself was on the body, but the gem was what mattered and that was with him. With that thought, he vanished in a flash of light.

Krigade continued to cry over the loss of Engel. She wanted him to return quite a bit, but knew it was useless even if he did return, as he was a monk.

Engel's eye twitched slightly. There was quite a difference between a priest and a monk....but that didn't matter now that he was supposed to be dead. Even so, Engel was taught better than to let anyone of the female gender cry. Waving his hand, he cast a minor spell of sleep on Krigade.

Krigade felt a slight touch of sleepyness for a while before it dispelled. She neither knew, nor realized that some of the protective magicks she invoked as a dark priestess continued to remain.

the wraiths thought over the dark priests words and then remembered something The leader was dead but not gone. they used their combined telepathy and necromancer abillites they asked him what the gem was "Do not take it to the dark priest there is another way you have already found my robes I have no doubt I will be weakend for many months however you can return me." The Great Daemon is not without mercy he has spared me from his wrath and anger and agreed to return me." You must find the great first seek out the monk I have spoken to our lord it appears he was not quite just a monk." he continued to explain.

"Te Seraphim quire the elite angels much more powerful than archangels it was the only way he could have known the ancient pure languages to cast the spell he attempted to destroy me with."This spell"he explained"has an opposite I know it but I will not speak it unless it must be done it..."he stopped all of the sudden."The angel is listening to us take my robes to the temple we met him at quickly the ritual must be done to revive me before he gets there!!"

They obeyed grabbing the cloak and the great morgul blade of their master and dissapeared in a wave of blood. they appeared before the temple and headed inside to begin the process

OOC:so i gess this mean im still on my own?? sigh its lonely trying to bring back a goddess of pure evil... which reminds me the direction my part of this goes is the Dragonlance serieses of books

OOC:perhaps you should try ex inquisitor Valinovs tactic.(Warhammer 40k grey knights)

ooc:I would, but as I play prrty much everything BUT grey knights and inquisitors I have NO idea wth that is!!

The wraith was wise indeed. It would be troublesome, but he would follow them. Hopefully this time they won't misunderstand his purpose. Rubbing a spot where one sword had gone through, he vanished without a sound and reappeared back at the monastery.

they had just ressurected the the head and he was laying down very weakend when the 'monk' walked in. The wraiths wheeled to face him but did not attack they stabbed their swords into the ground showing their inttentions they just wished to speak in this place. You.. You are back so soon monk..."said the head wraith weakly from the granite table he laid on. staring up his vision very blurred and faded. "As you can see I have had my better days." he continued on a more serious note "My appologys for the actions of my brethern it was to be expected from them though was it not?"