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Windmill Hill
Udrak was a simple man looking to make a living, trying to get around in this blasted world, to have food on his table, and to have money in his pockets. If that meant to make money in the form of a bloodied trader, to have blood money in his pockets, to have his meat brought with in the confines of the remains, then so be it. He had to live with his life, no doubts around it. For Udrak was a captain of the bandits, a desolate group of the Black Hand that were mostly rounded up and caught to be a show of dogs in the arena, feasts for the hungry Heroes that passed around. Unlike his colleagues, he was not making a stand to try and prove something to the other many Bandit clans – he was just looking to his own survival. If that meant to hide like a coward, then so be it. Groaning as he woke up in the midst of the morning, Udrak looked at his weary men, their eyes blinking delicately in behind their visors, their blades held dear and close in their hands, ready to strike when they were awoken.

The windmill Hill was a perfect place to hide, for Heroes never bothered to destroy the many undead roaming around, and the Heroes who were certainly powerful enough to destroy them never bothered them, only worried in their own tiny little worlds. Shaking his head, his wraps flinging around, his sword shining and singing with a ringing when it was shaken, Udrak placed his own visor on, a red visor stained heavily in the blood of his enemies. “Face up, lads.” He said with a slight conviction. “Time to get up, and moves on it. We’ve got a nice bargaining group travelling through, and we’re going to get with that convoy.” The other bandits had awoken, and nodded and cheered appreciatively. Udrak smiled.

“Well, let’s get with the violence then.” He said impatiently, getting his men up, as some of them ran around to the top of the wooden windmill, desolate and creaky, bails of flour and kegs of beer laid empty, while others laid rotten and inedible. From the lower parts of the hill, they could hear the occasional pompous talk of guards, marching through as they chuckled and laughed, the swing of the swords occasionally blinding their conversation as the screeching of the undead souls racked away through the morning gust.

Nodding to himself, his men began to position themselves against the wall, and a scouting party of two were detached to look at the number of the guards, but only a concerned and weary pair returned, with bad news to share. “Boss, we’ve got a problem. Looks like they’ve been killed already.” They said, shaking in fear and fright.

“But who killed them? Some Hero who’s been tugging along this way? This is not good.” Udrak replied. And certainly it wasn’t, for Heroes had a tendency to strip all the corpses of valuable items, leaving them with nothing to scavenge off, and they would have to go another day penniless, for certainly the destroyed convoy would reach as gossip and rumours to others, slowing the advancement of trade, or worse, more guards would be deployed. “Okay, let’s go and see what the corpses are left with, and we will sell all the things there, understood?” Udrak said, turning around to the windmill, where the bulk of his small group were preparing an ambush. “Cut it, lads.” He yelled. “Some Hero’s gone and wasted our day. Now we have to scavenge off them bodies. Let’s get a move on it.” Udrak said, to the groan of the other bandits as they ran down the stairs, trudged through the doors, and many scratching themselves in anticipation.

The group walking down the cliff, guarded in a small and motley turtle formation to defend against a possible marauding Hero, they looked at the dead bodies, all killed by a single stroke to the heart, but most interestingly, nothing was taken, despite the many dangling rubies and the shining and sparkling diamonds strewn around, it seemed there was no sign of any rummaging going on. “The hell is this?” Udrak said in amazement, bending down and reaching to take as much as he could, as his men followed suit. Perhaps this Hero was simply being a nuisance, and wished no riches in his wrath. It wouldn’t matter anyways, since it suited him.

As he pocketed the glistening jewels and drank the small bag-like jugs of beer, Udrak smacked his lips happily along with his men, as they chuckled and laughed and drank away, filling their own pockets with lavish riches. But from the back of the group, one of the watchmen yelled in pain, as the others turned around and looked in their wonder. Coming out of the shadows, flung towards them, was the bandit’s body, killed by a stab to the heart, although he was motionless. Getting together, they looked around, knowing that possibly the Hero was here. “It’s killing time!” Udrak yelled, as the shadow emerged into the light, showing a gaunt, pale faced, clawed man, his armour long and shining in silver, his sword massive and jagged at the end, in the face of a skull leering in madness.

Without a word, the undead began to rise at the bandits’ feet, dragging them down into the cold morning earth, as they screamed in fear, hacking away at the hands, fireballs emerging from the mysterious figures’ fingers, blasting apart his group of men. Running towards the daunting foe with utmost ferocity, Udrak and his men swung at him, but he only disappeared, only to reappear behind one of his men, a swift stab to the heart rendering his friend still and lifeless, as he was left, with nobody to assist him. “Bastard!” Udrak yelled, as the figure smiled, showing his grotesque features.

Lunging with his massive sword, Udrak tried to strike him in a single stroke, but a jolt of electricity flowed through his body, ripping and tearing his muscles apart as they froze in pain and torture. With a nasty thump, he fell onto the ground, undead hands tearing his flesh apart in bitter pain, and with that, everything went black.

Bowerstone South
Another tumultuous roar of cheering civilians and clapping onlookers made his ears ring, and he had enough mindless worshipping to deal with already. Sitting in his corner, looking and glaring onwards at the Hero whom had just walked in with his shining armour and glistening hides, Avacus groaned as his only friend sat beside him. Turning to the bearded and friendly Dogru, a man who was in deep poverty, living off the income Avacus made from the frequent quests, Avacus shook his head in disgust. “New Heroes all the time, think they’re lords of the world now.” He spoke in disagreement.

Dogru only chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, Avacus. Egotistic kids, they are. Nothing but a group of children running around with their swords flung around wildly.” He took a sip of his beer.

“Yes. Perhaps I should go to the Heroes’ Guild and see if they have any quest cards to finish up.” Avacus wondered, as Dogru shrugged.
“Perhaps. But this is a night to celebrate. You recently had finished a quest of your own, right? And a hefty and bulging prize, right?” Dogru chuckled again, before taking another sip. “Thanks for the beer, Avacus.”

“No problem.” Avacus said, still frowning at the Hero who walked in, flexing his arm in the amazement of the villagers. “He is milking it for all its worth, isn’t he?” But as he watched, he saw the Hero quickly reach out and steal a single beer from the table, and walked out.

“Well, maybe he’s not such a great Hero.” Avacus said, standing up as Dogru tried to pry him back down.

“Don’t. You need rest, not another fight.” Dogru tried to reason, but Avacus wouldn’t have any of it.

“Don’t worry Dogru.” Avacus said, before running out of the Tavern and followed the Hero to the gates. “Hero!” he yelled, before drawing out his long sword, as his significant rival drew out his axe.

Spinning around wildly, the Hero was then electrocuted with a burst of lightning from Avacus’ fingers, before the swift assassin slashed the Hero’s stomach, leaving the greedy and drunk Hero to fend for himself, as the meat of maggots.

Bowerstone

Link was horribly lost. He would not admit it to himself, but it was true, none the less. Hyrule was far from this land, and Link was beggining to regret his rash decision to leave so suddenly. But he had only been a child! The last battle with Gannon had ended, but after the rush of relief and Euphoria there was nothing left. It had felt like it was time to move on. To leave Hyrule and never return.

And so he had. Wandering across the planet, sometimes even into lands that seemed to be planet not of his own, Link had searched for what wasn't there. Link searched for a purpose.

And for awhile he thought he had found it. Barely months since Link had left Hyrule, Link stumbled into a ambush that hurled him into mysterious place.
It was in the lands of Termina, where the land approached its end under the merciless moon, Link fought the Majora's Mask and all its evil, finally succeeding in destroying its evil forever.

Epona neighed suddenly, knocking Link out of his thoughts. The horse had spotted a dot in the distance. A man maybe? Link was unsure. Kicking Epona into a canter, Link prepared for the unknown.

OOC: Dunno what Im going to see. Hope this is ok. Feel free if anyone wants this guy is going to be.

Onhra sat atop a tree with his bow drawn, He spotted a traveler, on the path, "Prepare to die, He said releasing the bow, the string twanged, the traveler fell, an arrow potruding from his forehead. Onhra dropped down, grabbed the arrow and everything the traveler was carrying.

"A nasty habit that, to slay a man in his turn for mere baubles and a smattering of silver." A shadow slunk forth and watched the man loot the corpse. "I remember times when armies of men and beasts clashed and died; when the howling horrors of the forests beat against gate and door, and all seemed poised upon the brink of despair and madness...Such times, were free of petty crimes for greater concerns emerged across the tapestry of all that is" A smirk, teeth set against pale lips, scarred skin moving, as he moved his helmet, dark hair spilling about his head. "You offend me with your verminous stench, little thief..."

The spec in the distance was getting larger, and finally Link was able to see some sort of definative shape.

It was a lone man, standing and staring at Link. He was sitting at a fire and garbed in peasant like clothes, or at least they were too Links eyes. Too someone else, it may have been the clothes of a bandit. As Link neared, the man grinned and shouted cheerfully:
"Hello wanderer! Do you wish to share a meal?"

Link stared at the man. He had an eye patch and a scarred face, topped with a mess of long, black hair. The grin was clearly fake: The man's eyes did not smile. No they held the look of insanity.
This one wishes to kill you Link thought.

"I shall share a meal with you." Link dismounted and pulled his sword from its sheath.

"Ah 'tis a fool, 'tis a fool." Replied the man.

Immediatly two arrows shot out from a bush, but both were askew flying over Link's head. The insane man scooped up a axe from seemingly nowhere, and charged madly, bringing the axe down in a tremendous swing.

Link stepped aside and let the man pass, before ramming the Master Sword into his back. Screaming, the man fell to his knee's. Turning to the bush, he lifted his shield to block two more arrows before dropping his sword and shield and pulling his bow off his back and lifting it to his shoulder.

There was the familiar twang of releasing an arrow and oomph as it struck its target. A man fell from the bush, the other running out and falling to his knee's.

It was a young man, with brown hair and brown eyes, the face of a boy who always did what he was told.
"Please dont hurt me! Please dont! We only wanted the horse!"
The older insane man, dying on his knee's screamed in anger.
"BOY! YOU ARE SCUM BOY! KILL HIM!"
Link turned and unleashed another arrow, entering the dying mans skull. Turning back to the boy, for he was a boy to Link despite the simialarity in age, Link spoke clearly and calmly, as if he had not just been fighting for his life:
"Go. And never return."
"Thank yee! Thank yee!" The boy stood and ran, not once looking back......

"Theif?, said Onhra, that may be, but they shall all die! No one wants me, no one respects what I've been through, no one cares whather I live or die, no one ever has, so they can all just die"!

Kou relaxed in her tree, she stayed in the trees often, loving the strong embrace of the branches and the powerful boughes. It always offered her a tactical advantage to be above any potentional enemy. She brushed her hair back and was drawing the a beautiful scenery with her pad and paper. Sketching lightly and drawing her surroundings.

Avacus heard a rustling, a soft sound and the noise of scratching on parchment. Looking around, he had an uncertain look about his face. "Where are you?" He asked, his fingers tapping softly on his blade.

Chapel of Skorm....

The worshipers stood around thier mantel, chanting the sounds of Skorm. The Blazing fire on top gave way to screams of the damned. The Worshipers watched the fires with great happiness.

''Soon'' they thought as the fires grew. Soon thier master would arise and take his place amoung the world. The Dark Skorm would soon be seen in the light of the mortal world. the mantel rocked and shook. and the flames shot out with violent rage, striking anything near by... even the followers. As they laid still on the ground hurt from the flames, they saw figure. The figure was tall and large came with a cloud of evil that killed and rotted all it touched. The two got to thier knees and looked at his face.

" Oh Skorm, you have arivved!" shouted one

And with a dark voice of pure unbridaled evil spoke saying...

" Fools, that is not my name.... I am The Corn. And you shall be my first evangelicals. Go forth into this world and show them my mark. " siad the Corn as he touched the ground. His evil pouring off him and causing the ground to crack.

The followers then felt a great burning on thier chest, as they ripped off thier cloths the mark of the Corn was burned. They quickly rose and ran to Barrow fields, screaming about the Arivail of the Great Darkness....


Barrow Fields

The followers ran out of the caves and ran into the tented areas, screaming and showing thier chest as it still smoked.

bump for later...

A beautiful woman jumped down from the tree, her long black hair matched her dark red knight armour with glory. She smiled cutely and shook her hair, her jump to the ground was very graceful and she landed behind Avacus.

She said in a soft voice, "Oh you mean me?" Her pure smile was a little evillish, but she didn't seem to be too much of a threat.

In an attempt to sound charming, Avacus smiled with a sly sliver in his expression. "I assume so. So, what are you doing in a place like this?" He asked in utmost wonder.

The girl smiled at him and put the pad down, "Just passing through I suppose. Looking for my equal."

She suddenly jumped up into the tree, grabbing a branch she swung herself higher up towards the top and was gone in an instant. The sound of a weapon being drawn was softly heard before the wind blew strongly and she came down again, slicing the branches with relative ease. With a soft thud she landed feet first on the group like a ninja and showed him the katana.

"Are you another one who thinks they can match my skill?" she asked, the wind seemed to be picking up stronger now as if it was because of the katana, her long hair blowing behind her, while gusts of wind would collide head on with Avacus.

OOC: Her sword is the fabled one from Japanese legend that does control the power of wind. Yamato used the sword to blow flames into his enemies and killed them by swinging this sword. ^-^

Temple of AVO.


The worshipers of Avo, bowed thier head at the news of the Holy warrior Lord Sypher the Grand Paladin. The voice spoke...

" I shall come to you, my people. FOr now a great darkness has came over the lands of Albion. " said the voice

Archons Shrine

Bright lights and loud sounds filled the air as the gates of the greater beyond opened. And holy light rained on the ground below. The holy power caused the ground to glow. Minions below covered thier eyes and ran as the ight got brighter. Soon large bolts of lightning shot forth and struck the ground, then with one mighty strike, a figure appeared kneeling. As he rose up for his knees, he took a deep breath, ans sighed..

Acco scratched his arse, this damn jester had been on the stage for waaaay too long, dancing around acting like a damned idiot was no way to entertain, unfortunantly the local drunks seemed to disagree and were laughing and chortleing along to the idiot, Acco scratched again waiting for his turn on stage, already he had been waiting for ten minutes over his set, "Well m'ladies and m'gentlmen, my time is up and now it is time for the misical skills of the Bard Acco Spoot." 'Bout bloody time Acco thought to himself as he grabbed his lute and rushed on stage.

Rubbing his eyes Acco awoke in the pigswill, last time he challenges someone to a drinking contest, a quick brush-down revealed that, yes he still had his dagger, his coins and his lute which was buried deep in a batch of hay, he suddenly turned to empty his stomach over the picket fence and quickly took his Lute, checking his purse from last-nights performance he realised that he finally had enough to get out of this Town, a happy time.

"I'm not here to feed your ego." Avacus said, sighing, standing upright. "But if you wish, I will not deny a lady's request for some sparring." Knees bent down and his hands behind his back, his eyes darted around, felt the wind blowing, his long hair flicking on his face.

Kou grabbed her katana and got into an aggressive stance, "Some talk from one of those self-indulgent knights. This is your last chance before I slay you. Run away if you don't want to suffer."

Her black hair blew back and the cold sharped steel of the katanna shone in the light, her thick knights armor shone beautifully. She was a steadfast samurai who knew how to slay a man and by the look in her eyes, she's done it so many times it seems to have become enjoyable.

"I'm not a backwards sadistic bitch." Avacus said harshly, his tongue whipping out words in his retribution. "I'm not one of these haphazard kids who claim to be knights of chivalry and ineptitude, I am honest. I am what I am to be - a man, nothing more. No ego, no self-indulgence." He kept his stance firm and still.

The Cart that Acco had been riding on had managed to lose the wayward Bard, he had been travelling through forest for a while now, hopelessly lost, every tree he came across looked the exact same as the previous, he could feel an increasing wind and could hear raised voices in the background, of course the ringing in his ears from so many Tavern visits had failed to make him aware that he was just a few short meters from two people ready to fight, he quickly lept behind a tree in order to remain hidden, he recognised that one of the figures had a Katana, he had seen this weapon before but never in person, he eagerly watched to see what happened.

She sheathed her katana and grinned, "Oh really! You still call yourself that? Then I can't kill you. I won't spill a head-strong child's blood when its full of determination or pitiful vengance. Besides spilling a virgin's blood is shameful....run along kid."

Kea sang a song as he walked down the road.
Kea suddenly noticed two fighters on the road ahead of him.
"Hmmm a reckless, suicidal Samurai on one end and...Holy"

Kea sighed...

"Bah as always people seem obsessed with killing others faster and living longer..."

Avacus...hmm hahah to be nice I won't interfere in your fun
Kea thought cheerfully.

Kea winced at the insult Kou threw at Avacus
Nice to say both of them are playing nice

"Oh, really? As compared to being ridden by all?" Avacus said in a look of interested wonder. "Very well, little girl. I'll leave, but I'll have a talk to your mother first on your overbearing condition."

Seeing a pure classic comedy moment Acco lept out from the trees with his lute in hand and played off a quick tune.

The Ranger sat upside her tree,
As the Knightly child pranced with glee,
"Away with ye!" The Ranger indimidate thee,
"I am but a child oh forest Queen."
"As am I." Came the Rangers testimony
and the child adventurers sat down for some tea!

...

"Very nice song." Avacus said appreciatively.

With almost inhuman speed Kou pulled out her katana and rushed head long right at the young hero her speed would be like a blur to those unaccustomed to the fast action of a heated battle. She appeared to flank him, trying to get around his back, but naturally her speed should assure her a quick lightning fast spin around behind the enemy...if it was a normal traveler.

OOC: 2 part post. Assassin rush, but not an aggressive one. Your turn Jenrak...if your hero can track her movements. ^^

"Thank you, I'd play more but then I'd have to charge." Acco took his hat off to wipe some swill from the neck of his Lute.

Kea stared at the bard...before clapping..
"Nicely done Sir Bard... Although I often like my songs longer"

Kea stared at the two fighters wondering what there reaction was before shrugging and turning back to Acco.

"Do you possibly know any more?"

Avacus had many encounters with those whom tried to encompass him with speed, and this situation was no different - always another thinking he could not withstand the sheer sharpness of their attacks, but he had enough experience against it. Standing still, Avacus' fingers twitched still, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, for the exact moment when he could pull out his sword, ready to unsheath his retribution.

"Theif?, said Onhra, that may be, but they shall all die! No one wants me, no one respects what I've been through, no one cares whather I live or die, no one ever has, so they can all just die"!
OOC: Answer me Cronasia!

Kou did something unexpected and went low to the ground, hoping to pop up under his back with her speed and put the sword around his soft neck and watch him squirm, though she was prepared for a counterattack and kept her sword high and angled, so it wouldn't be effective. A careless mistake could easily injure her with such a gutsy rush against an experienced knight.

"Why yes, i'll play one more free of charge."

I tell a tale of Eunuch and his Master
They faced an impending Disaster

A night when Master did sleep
An assassin did queitly creep

Night turned to Morning
And Master was not Yawning

Master was Dead and womens were left weeping
His lifeless body remained seeping

"Are those two going to be fine?" Acco pointed at the fighting duo, not expecting an answer he continued.

The Eunuch began his Quest
To put the Assassin to rest

He travelled across these lands
Sun, Sea, Grass and Sands

Until the Final match was set
On the Assassin they all did bet

Blade hit blade as the fight drew on
The Eunuch began to sing a song

The Assassin drew into trance
Was stabbed with a lance

And the Morale is this:
Make sure you do not miss

When killing a Master
A Pupil could cause Disaster

Avacus immediately went into his movements, in a single, fluid, lightning-quick movement, twisted up into the air, and immediately slashed his sword again Kou's blade, his sword balancing delicately on her sword as he kept himself hung up in the air, his arm shaking, keeping his balance.

Being a skilled samurai Kou was able to sense his little plan and grined as she said, "You're not bad." She thrust her weight and strength from her legs, still in a low position on the ground to thrust herself up into the air, pushing back Avacus's blade and throwing both of them into the air, her katana pushing closer to Avacus's body.

Kea clapped again.
"hahah nicely done who taught you?"

Kea turned back to the fighters..
"well I'm sure they'll both cool off eventually. Except the Samurai...I once fought as a mercenary with a group of them...crazy pychos they threw themselves onto there enemies...and died... even when I told them wouldn't it be smarter to retreat 20 meters and then ambush the enemy army...."

Kea rubbed his head.
"Well then again it matters that girl might not be a fanatic Bushido worshiper...so who knows. As for Aracus...god knows what he's thinking..."

Avacus felt the surgig feeling in his body, his willpower increasing into his strength, his mind pooling into his fingers, as he swung around quickly and with blindingly swift speed in multiple strikes against her, his sword spinning around like a shield of slashes, his body flipping into a spinning twist above her.

Kea clapped again.
"hahah nicely done who taught you?"

"Well no-one "Taught" me persay, I was raised in Taverns by my mother who worked in several different Taverns, it could be any number of Bardic influences."

"Hmm so you self-taught...that's impressive."

Kea sat down and took out a small bag of food.
"Want some? I just ran off to gather supplies..."

Kea takes out a two apples before offering Acco one.

Kou let him spin, it was too dangerous to strike, she parried his inital strikes and fell to the ground, knowing his inertia will carry him much farther. Kou smirked and looked to the two observers, "Alas...witnesses...they sing praise of my misdeeds in the faraway country of Japan. I recovered Lord Yamato's precious sword and I weild it myself, history shall not know of me until my greatest rival has come to me. Remember my name bard, it's Lady Kou the Dragon of Edo!"

"Sure, I'm famished, havn't eaten since I left home." Acco grasciously(sp?) took the apple and began to eat, it was a refreshing taste which began to fill his empty stomach, he sat back against a tree and watched the battle go on.

OOC: Come on!

"Do not leave an opening." Avacus said loudly, his fingers crackling with fire, his left arm lifted up as a blazing ball of flame flickered around, high in the air before he immediately and quickly lunged it down towards her, his hands back on his sword once more when his fingers had been taken off the blazing sphere.

"*GASP* ITS LADY KOU OF EDO, RUN FOR YOU LIVES.."

A traveler stops and listens.
"Who is she?"

Kea states fearfully.
"She is the demon of the east, who's sword hath slained over one million men and whose hands have strangled one million virgins!!!"

The traveler looks at the female samurai.
"Really?!?"

Kea shakes his head dead-toned.
"Nah never heard of her...."

The traveler stares at Kea for a few minutes...
Kea smiles and laughs.
"I couldn't help it..."

The traveler turns his gaze onto the samurai again.
"She has quite a figure though..."

"This forest does seem heavily tracked." Acco took off his satchel and rumaged around before producing an odd shaped pipe and some seeds, "Care for some Opium?"

She swung her sword, the wind suddenly gusting and changing the trajectory of the fireball upwards so that it would pass over her head, she had to admit that a fireball was a unique trick for a paladin. She glares at Avacus.

"Impressive....want to see what mine is?" she grinned.

OOC: Come on!

OOC: Chonosia isn't online right now.

IC:

"Go ahead, woman." Avacus said, dropping his charming demeanour entirely, his fist encompassed around his sword, falling to the ground gracefully.

Kea turned his gaze onto Acco
"Opium is bad for you...."

Kea continued to stare.
"It'll make you body burn like the seven hells..."

"God made Opium, man made beer, who do you trust?" Acco took the seeds and placed them into a bowl, he poured water over them and took a pack of tinder-sticks, he then took out some small logs which he lit and began to boil the tea.

[QUOTE=Jenrak]OOC: Chonosia isn't online right now.

I know, but I'm bored, why won't he just get online?

Kou's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to chant softly, and an eerie presence could be felt. She was summoning a wasp.

Edit: Its a wasp. >.> Not a WASP.

OOC It calls the spirits of crestures you've killed.

The Corn had gathered his strength. Soon his power wuold be felt by all. He began to step forth and venture into the world he hated. The dark aura, killing plants that it made contact with. As he stopped and looked around the Darkwood cullis gate. As he stood in the center, he raised his hands and made fists. Soon Black Clouds where created and a dark circle formed around him. And with a quick burst of power the ring caught fire and Souls of the dead reached from the netherworld and made thier way to the mortal world they left so long ago. The cullis gate then reoopened and the Corn teleported to the Heros guild.....

"To be truthful neither..."
Kea took out two herbs from his packpack and turned to Acco.
"You might want these...it'll help sweaten the inhaling process..."

I can't believe I'm helping someone get high...

OOC: Asbena you can't...no dragons exist in Fable :D

OOC: Okay, idea. If this doesn't seem right just say.
Onhra jumped back into the tree, and hopped off to the Heros Guild. 'Yes, he thought, I can feel this evil, perhaps it will help me destroy everyone.

OOC: Hope this is acceptable...if not I'll just call a dog or something. Though I presume from the summon version in the game (which I mind you I never played) it does call a creature from hell to fight on your side.

OOC: Summon brings up a being that was last killed by the Summoned creature. So dragons don't suffice. The strongest you can summon up is a White Balverine, which won't be helpful since I have a silver augmentation.

IC:

Avacus looked in wonder, his eyes intent, his mind thinking, his fingers rattling as he grasped his sword. "Let's see her little trick." He spoke with an exclamating excitement.

From the shadows, looking intently with a deadly gaze, the dark figure only grimaced and sneered, his face showign a cracked and broken gleam, his eyes glittering with an evil essence, an eerie look upon his face as he eyed Kou hungrily, his tongue licking along. "Another heart." He said quietly, waiting for the perfect moment to emerge from the shadows.

I can't believe I'm helping someone get high...

(OOC: get used to it, if he's not playing he's getting drunk/stoned/wasted)

"Why thank-you, so what brings a man such as yourself to this area?" Acco laid the leaves in the pot as it began to bubble a little.

OOC: What's a Balverine? Can I use those. ^-^;

OOC: What's a Balverine? Can I use those. ^-^;
OOC: A balverine is sort of like a werewolf.

Kea points to Avacus.
"I've been stalking him ever since he saved my life once...soo I have to repay him...even though he's an isolated loner whose told me to screw off many times.."

Kea sighed
"soo what does getting high feel like?"

OOC:
White Balverine is a pretty strong wolf/dog thingy.. although with a silver augment...it gets whacked easily

OOC: What's a Balverine? Can I use those. ^-^;

OOC:

OOC Thread here. I don't want any OOC questions here:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=473939

Kou smiled and opened her eyes as a wasp came to her and she grinned.

"This is all I need."

"Feels like a song playing without any music and yet it's the greatest song ever told, and every time I get like this I want to grab it but it never comes out as it appeared in my head, kind of like that."

On his way, Onhra spotted two warriors fighting, he grinned, this will be fun to watch, and hopped down to the ground right by the bard.

"Interesting." Avacus said, but before he initiated his strike, an undead hand emerged from the soft earth and reached onto his leg, trying to pull him down, before he hacked it off into pieces quickly. "What are you doing?" He looked at Kou with an uncertainty and odd curiosity in his tone. He had certainly never seen any spell for summoning the undead.

"Hello, who are you?"

"My names Onhra". He grinned, These guys will be easy pickings he thought.
"Whats yours"?

Kou looked down and grinned, "Fear the mighty----" she cut off and seen the hand and her face paled. "What the hell is that!?" Kou realized something was amiss and looked at Avacus.

Kea quietly took out his greatsword and began polishing it...
"Sigh...I need a vacation..."

Kea pondered over the idea.
"hmmm I want to buy a house one day..."

"Interesting spell, but I'm going to have cut you short - " Before he could finish, a flying white skull emerged from the shadows, launched with uncanny speed at him, Avacus having only blocked in time to defend against this new villain. "What is this?" He asked, grabbing the skull when it flung about, as it latched onto him, biting his flesh. Throwing it to the ground, Avacus smashed it in two, as a tortured cry escaped its portents.

"Who are you?" He asked the shadows, before the grotesque being emerged, a longsword of bone, billowing white and parched lightly with a short glimmer. Swinging up into the air, the Necromancer cried out in a tumultuous roar, his voice crackling and snapping branches, his fury engulfing and transforming candles into blazes of pyre-like fire.

Avacus had turned his sights to this different attacker, as a raining shower of skulls began to envelop the rest, ready to consume all in its path. Avacus lunged up, and began to hack his way past the furious onslaught of marrowing projectiles.

Onhra saw the shadow, drew his bow and fired at it, "Back off, he said as he released, their mine".

With her blade in hand she swung the katana and the wind became extremely gusty, blowing back the skulls as she lunged for the necromancer, "You sick freak! I'll destroy you, damned necromancers!"

Seeing this new enemy appear Acco quickly got to his feet, it didn't look like an enemy who would be easily appeased by a song, and looked more the type to suck out brains, "Methinks we need to be leaving in quite a hurry." In hast Acco left his Lute and bowl of Opium tea and pegged it deep into forest before returning for the Lute and fleeing once more.

Kea snapped into action and jumped up.
"Beserk..."

Kea muscles intensified as his body swelled to a larger size. With a cry he launched himself into the fight focusing on using his greatsword as a shield against teh flying skulls. He slowly edged his way near Avacus and blocked some of the incoming skulls flying at the assasin.

"Avacus you should go on attack...I can handle more blows in the body then you and your small assasin body"
Kea laughed as he continued to bat away a few nearby skulls from Avacus.

Onhra continued launching arrows, just as they kept being deflected. "Their mine god damnit"! He yelled.

Fingers lifting high above his gruesome head, the Necromancer began to chant inaudible words, with long pauses in between his cries of torment. Undead soldiers began to emerge from the ground, all around the Heroes, their unsatisfied groans roaring with a deep fearsome blast of rage. "Sterris Dunghu!" He yelled loudly, his voice coarse and untethered, as more skulls began to fly from his fingers, now much more ethereal and transparent, some becoming just wisps of smoke.

"It looks like he's using diversions on us." Avacus said, looking carefully, but finding no visual difference.

A large pale longsword in his hand, the Necromancer landed on the ground, and with his army of undead, began to attack the Heroes there.

Onhra threw down the bow, and drew the greatsword, and started chopping undead trying to get to the necromancer.

Kea growned before charging the undeads however he soon found himself surrounded by undead soldiers.

Kea glared as he launched his greatsword to the left battering three at once.
"Ugh"
Kea stared and found that an undead soldier had stabbed him in the soldier while he had been busy bringing his greatsword back into its normal stance.

"Beserk, said Onhra, and grew and attacked with renewed vigor.

Kou's wasp went out infront of her to attack the undead and skulls in her path as Kou slashed and tried to cleave a path to the necromancer.

The Necromancer went to his target, Kou, his sword held up to his shoulder, blade out, and he launched a massive battle charge that rammed his way through his minions towards Kou.

Once Onhra felt he was close enough, he picked his bow back up and launched an arrow right at the ncromancers head.

"ROAR"
Kea grabbed the undead by its head and threw it at another one, breaking both of them.

Kea grinned and launched a second charge. This time keeping his greatsword steady while continously crushing any undead unfortunate enough to fall over.

'Heheh I was careless..'

Not even noticing the arrow pierced into his head, the Necromancer kept his advance, the touch of death already a simple taste upon him, but Avo would simply not release him to feel it.

Kou pulled out her crossbow and took a shot at the necromancer's heart.

The Necromancer had no heart, for he was longing for one, and he only kept his unholy scourge towards Kou, his mercy unabated.

She let out a cry of japanese swears, amoung the most foulest imaginable as she jumped back, putting away her crossbow and putting her katana back into her hands. "Everyone...run away!"

Please don't make me get into a fight
but let those poor buggers last through the night

Acco casted a heal on whoever seemed more wounded, the guilt of leaving was too much and he had returned.

Kou swung her katana wildly, kicking up the winds to impede the advance of the enemy. "Come on...we can't fight this type of enemy on his own ground."

Still running towards them, the Necromancer roared hungrily, his sword outstretched, before a flaming fireball from behind caught attention. His fingers shaking with the warming blaze, Avacus nodded.

"Everyone, leave. I'll provide the distraction against him." Avacus offered, his fingers crackling up in flame once more.

"Bah"
Kea slowly backtracked covering his front as he did that.
"Avacus I haven't saved your life yet...so you better not die..."

"Like hell! Come here!" yelled Kou, not wanting to be outdone by a lowly hero.

"Great, just as I turn up again he tells me to bugger off again, last time I'm a samaritan." Acco ran off to find the road again.

A stern look on his face, Avacus was firm in his decision. "Go! I'm the only one who has any type of projectile that distracts him!" Avacus reasoned, and despite the fact that it did absolutely no damage to the Necromancer, it certainly caught attention, his furious stature coming at Avacus quickly and unbelievably swift.

"Leave me alone to my task." He said, sword outstretched, waiting for the perfect moment to prepare his final distraction.

"Foolish idiot." she said and pulled out some strips of paper from her armor and drew little japanese characters on them, they were purification scrolls....in theory she thought they'd purify the ground or the corpses and stop the spell. She threw the strips of paper at the undead, they moved at them like little magnets to iron.

The undead began to fall, but in tandem, more of them began to grow, like a multiplying Hydra with no end in sight. For every soul released, another two were enslaved, only increasing the size of the Necromancer's army. Avacus in his frustration, yelled out, "If you don't want to be blind, then go!" as his fingers glimmered in a familiar fiery blaze.

Kea groaned and grabbed Kou by the back of her armor and began running dragging her with him, using both raw strength and the boast he obtained from the beserk ability.

"Dammit all you samurai types are suicidal idiots..."

Kea continued to drag Kou a few more meters.

"Come on!!!"

OOC: I am going to go as if you are not attacking The Corn.....


The Corn walked down the halls of the guild the life and happiness of the guild made The Corn sick. His rage for the destruction of good and right was overpowering. His eyes glowed with a black glow. He pulled out his sword which screamed when it was unseethed. He looked at the scared young trainees. He gave a quick laugh and began to slice them with reckless abondon. Blood and organ matter hit the walls. Screams feed the sword which increased its lethal edge. The sound of the cream only got louder with ever death.

Once in the courtyard, The Corn began to destroy the great grave sites. Fireballs where thrown into the walls, The Corn soon walked into the Ceremonial chambers and begun to perform the Infernal Wrath Spell. His circle grew, in size and power. Soon minions spawned infront of The Corn.

She pulled away and rand back to the army.

"Wait fire it in a large spread at me, I'll reverse it and burn the whole area!" she said as she swung her katana around over her head, cyclonic winds picking up as she swung it faster and faster.

OOC: Corn...were not anywere near the hero guild..and were kind of busy...sorry if you feel ignored

"Let's go!" Avacus said, his finger flicking the fireball, a bright light glimmering into a flashing array, and in a swift glimpse, he sped out of the scene, following the rest of the group as well, for the first time, stuck with people.

She swung her katana sharply and slammed it into the ground, releasing hurricane force winds and blew the fireball back into the undead army, burning and scorching everything in its path, before she too took off.

Night was the ether of rejeuvenation, a ime of rest and replacing lost energy, but Avacus had nothing on his mind but the odd attack that had transpired that day, his sights wondering on what this odd enemy was, and what he wanted with Kou. His sights always focused on her, and Avacus wondered why. "Let's make camp." He said to everyone else.

Acco had made it to the next town and was performing songs on the street, he had so far made a pittance but it was enough to last him a few more days, he still had enough Opium seeds for another 20 or so cups.

Acco Spoot lays drugged up in the streets
He is transfixed and entranced on the beats
The people pass by unaware
They donate but couldn't care
Acco Spoot plays onwards
he is the greatest of Bards

The minions that where spawned bowed to thier master, loyal, they would go to thier deaths if commanded. The Corn was pleased. and gave the order to attack Bowerstone. The minions bowed again and teleported away. They would appear at the front gate. There they would unleash hell upon the people.

( Bowerstone Gate )

The gaurds where geting lazy, one was even asleep. It was all to easy. As the minion horde took form one jumped up and fumbled with his sword, the other to drowsy to know what to do. The minion took swings at them cutting off body parts. Mage minions fired magic rounds at the gate. Blowing it away. The guards inside where ready. But the superior fighting skills of the minion and the outnumbering size was the guard where no match. Son they laid dead with the rest of them.

( Snowspire...)

Lord sypher walked into the town, many bowed others cried. Many knew about the arrival of the Corn, for it was fortold by the Oracl. Many where scared about the comeing days, for if Lord Sypher lost his battle Evil would run loose for 1000 years. Lord sypher made his way to the Oracl. He raised his hands in the air and brought it to life. and it spoke....

" You have arrived, and not a moment to late. The Corn is here, and is already attacking. there is not much time left. You must hurry..."

The Necromancer found his next rival, his next prey, one whom commanded small numbers of Minions, but unlike this legion, the Necromancer would feed off the hearts of his minions. The Undead King spiralling up into his whimsical fury, skulls emanating from his fingers, he fired off entire battalions of gaping, cackling skulls at the minions that were stationed at Bowerstone.

The minions, where suprised. The attacks hit them hard. The minions exploded and pieces of armor fell to the ground. The others that where left attacked with full force. The mage minions attacked with thier balls of magic. Others charged at them with full power. But many knew they would die....

The Corn could feel the other power of darkness. It fueled him. He fed on it. The Corn rose into the air, and shot off a firebolt into the air, which blasted through the roof of the chamber. He rose farther into the air. And took flight to the other power. As he flew over the remains of Bowerstone he saw the man.....

As The Corn looked at him. He dark flame grew larger and more dense. His face of evil gave way to a smile. His teeth, like daggers on black gums. He put out his hands and called forth more Minions. Many more. Other that had wings and had hammers instead of double bladed swords. The Corn took out his sword and the screams began....

His lower still pointing around at the Minions fighting his massive Undead Army, the Necromancer licked his lips hungrily. "A Feast." He said only quietly, before his fingers began to click around, readying to draw his sword from its bony sheath.

EDIT from last page...:

As The Corn looked at him. He dark flame grew larger and more dense. His face of evil gave way to a smile. His teeth, like daggers on black gums. He put out his hands and called forth more Minions. Many more. Other that had wings and had hammers instead of double bladed swords. The Corn took out his sword and the screams began....

Knew that the Minion, although great fighters would not last. He wanted to see the battle. It had been to long since he had seen a good battle....

The Necromancer summoned more Undead to combat the growing Minions, and with every Undead killed, every soul released, he would bind two more into his whim.

The Corn slowly came to the ground. As his feet neared the ground died. The grass turned brown and died, and the ground cracked. His body covered by the black flame. His skin pale and cracked, red glows show from inbetween them. His Teeth sharp and long, his gums black and dark. His head bearing two large horns and many small ones going around. His eyes black with a red dot for his pupil. His hair blood red and long, it flowed to his knees. His Dark Plate armor plused like the red parts where of blood. And the black of pure black pearl. His sword, Long and made like a vine the two twin blades curved and interlocked. The Metal dark and pulsing with evil. Its power feed by the death and evil of the owners home. Screams came from the sword if taken out into the open. His very presence blocked the stars and moon.

" You who are you?" he asked his his voice of death.

OOC: It's been raining for three days in my RL town. The phone lines leading to my house are underground and got soaked, so I haven't been able to log on. Sorry. And, on a completely different note, someone here said there were no dragons in Fable, but in the library of the Heroes' Guild is a book entitled The Dragons. It tells about the dragons that were hunted down by Heroes and now reside, a dieing race, in the Northern Wastes.

IC: The quest was completed, and the charred remains of the bandit chief Shadow Blade lay dead at the feet of the great mage, Antharak. Antharak untied the bandits' hostages and took a Guild Seal from his linen pocket. He squeezed it hard and thought, Heroes' Guild. With a burst of blue flashes and sparkles, the mage found himself standing prostrate on the Guild's Cullis gate, a bit disoriented.

Something was wrong. The place was silent. There was no lecturing from the new Guildmaster, no chatter of flirtateous teenage apprentices, no twittering of sparrows, no laughter from the dining hall.

Worried, Antharak darted out of the Cullis room, into the map room. There was no one there exept a corpse. Antharak stooped down and examined the body. She was dressed in the generic tan robes of a Guild apprentice and not more, judging from her hight and shape, than twelve years of age. Her head was missing.

Antharak, alarmed ran to the dining hall. Dozens of corpses littered the room, taken by suprise at lunchtime. Mildy fresh blood splattered the floor, the bar, the great long table, and the walls. The Scarlet Robe statue had been dismembered and knocked over. Then Antharak noticed the hole in the ceiling, and the grousome figure floating above it.

"Who goes there?" demanded the Hero-mage, rolling a wad of saliva around his tounge, "What has happened?!"

Flash back....


The Corn looked down at the one who had called for him.The Corn slowly came down. As his feet neared, the ground died , and the ground cracked. His body covered by the black flame. His skin pale and cracked, red glows show from inbetween them. His Teeth sharp and long, his gums black and dark. His head bearing two large horns and many small ones going around. His eyes black with a red dot for his pupil. His hair blood red and long, it flowed to his knees. His Dark Plate armor plused like the red parts where of blood. And the black of pure black pearl. His sword, Long and made like a vine the two twin blades curved and interlocked. The Metal dark and pulsing with evil. Its power feed by the death and evil of the owners home. Screams came from the sword if taken out into the open.
His sword still screaming and dripping with the blood of the recently killed. He loked forward at Antharak and said..

" I am The Corn, I am the ruler of all thats evil and chaotic. I am the one that keeps the souls of the damned, I am the commander of the Minion, and all that are evil. I am the one that Jack of Blades tried to over power. I am the one that feeds on death, I am the one that keeps kids up at night as I haunt thier dreams and fuel thier fears. I am Evil incarnate. I am Pure Darkness. Who are you?"

OOC: is this still open?

"I am the Antharak," said the mage, "master of the White Magic, Champion of Bowerstone." He held up his white, perpetually sparkling sceptor nobley, "I repeat my question, what has happpened here?"

" My sword hungered for souls of pure life. And what better place to find it then the Heros guild. I hope you like the new look, I made it myself..." The Corns face gave a sadistic smile as he could see the hate in his eyes. The Wrath and pain of the deaths was well seen.

" You wish to strike me, but tell me..... Why? Because I killed them. You kill as well, trust me I know. The souls of the people you have killed have been on the rise lately....."

"Of course I kill," explained Antharak, "that is what Heroes and battlemages do. But I kill to protect those with no protection, to bring justice to those who propigate evil, to spread justice and honour throughout the land of Albion. And I know of course that you are the killer of these people; I knew it when I saw your bloodied blade. What I want to know is your purpose; I just told you mine."

" I am here to make the world burn.... I want to see the world cry in horror as they watch other die and then rise agian and eat the closest flesh. I want to world to die and grow quite. To cause destruction, and death. To make this world what it should have been long before the one named Lord Sypher stopped me 1000 years ago.Now that we have said hi, and unless you have more to discuss, I must be off...."

The Corn was ready. the younglings where nothing and he longed for a fight worth while....

"Then be off," he said. Antharak gripped his staff and Guild Seal tight and began to glow and sparkle with the blue of teleportation.

"Oh I will be going, not before I give you a gift..." The Corn lifted his hands and called forth Winged Minion, and mage minions, and grunts, together they numbers about 100.

" I hope you like this gift. I sure do.....Oh and someone is here to see you..." said the Corn pointing behind him.

Behind his was a soldier of darkness. His name was the Loather, A long time follower of the Corn, The hero died while fighting Lord Sypher. Loather was a hero of the sword. And only had the power of Life drain and shield. His body unprotected by armor, His legs and fet by Dark Chainmail. His sword the mighty Breaver. A sword of evil.... He looked like his master just not as cracked skined and horned.

A minion heart in his hand, he felt the power begin to slowly return to him in great measures, as chaos and destruction fed the Heartless King with utmost ferocity. "A feast." Were his only plausible words, his eyes closed in wanton wonder, his mind in deep thought and his tongue slurping up the blood in thirst.

His undead army groaned and gurgled in obedience, the souls awaiting their release into their precious afterlife, faces grim and blades worn, but skin loose and bones rattling.

The Corn had come to this land, looking to rule the land. And if he had an ally his job would be all the more easier. What tools and trades did he know? what magics could he uses. And with the power to bind souls he had a powerfull army. But with souls aas numerous as they where, would eventually dry up. And The Corn Minions, souless fighters, would never stop being.... The Corn wanted to test his power. With many enemies in his arsenal The Corn could summon almost anyone....

" Ah.... I know just the one.... MAZE RISE AND TAKE A NEW MORTAL FORM AND DO COMBAT IN MY NAME!!!" screamed The Corn.

Soon the ground under The Corn broke open and shot fire high into the air. And a metal case rose from the hole. It sprung open leting Maze fall to the ground. His face undisbelief of his new life.


Changed...

OOC: Wait...did you just summon Jack of Blades to fight Antharak or the Necromancer?

OOC:Necromancer... You are fighting a hero known as Loather....

Channeling his energy though his sceptor, the Staff of Chaedun, Antharak unleashed a massive force push, knocking the Minions out of his way. Free of them for a brief moment, Antharak turned his attention to the Loather. He prepared a loogie and....

SPLOOT! The wad of saliva was in midair, jetting toward the Loather. Reflexively, Antharak hurled a fireball at the projectile, which burst into flames on contact. Let's see how you deal with flaming loogies, demon, thought Antharak with a grimace.

Link could hear battle, the clash of swords, the crys of war and the sound of magic. And as always, Link was drawn to it, like a moth to the flame.

Pushing Epona forward, Link accelerated towards the sound, untill at last he rounded the corner and saw hell before his very own eyes.

Legions of undead were seemingly everywhere, as a few heroes fought to stop them overcoming them. They were desperately outnumbered, and there was worse than the undead. Some sort of Necromancer was in the centre, pushing through the legions, covered in blood.

So Link did what he thought he should do.
Time to level these odds.
Jumping on Epona's back, he charged the horde unleasing fire arrow after fire arrow before drawing his sword and and shield, slamming into the ranks of the undead and driving himself to the evil necromancer.

OOC: WTF? This is awsome! Link, Jack of Blades, and a way overpowered Necromancer in the same place? :D :D :D :D :D

Channeling his energy though his sceptor, the Staff of Chaedun, Antharak unleashed a massive force push, knocking the Minions out of his way. Free of them for a brief moment, Antharak turned his attention to the Loather. He prepared a loogie and....

SPLOOT! The wad of saliva was in midair, jetting toward the Loather. Reflexively, Antharak hurled a fireball at the projectile, which burst into flames on contact. Let's see how you deal with flaming loogies, demon, thought Antharak with a grimace.


The Loather waited for the flaming ball of something. AS it neared he released a force push and deflected it away towards Mazes old office. The attack hit the wall and shattered the side sending rock and metal into the air. The Loather looked forward at the attacker.

" That was nasty.... There may be hope for you yet. You would make a perfect dark warrior. "

The Loather held his sides and screamed into the air. Soon red flames surrounded his body and the Loather grew. His muscles grew and his eyes gave way to wrath. His breathe heavy.

" Now lets fight!"



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( at the Battle of Minion and death)

The Corn heard the approching warrior. As his horse crossed his path, The Corn hit the ground causing it to buckel and fall.

" Stay a way from him, if anyone kills hims it will not be you!" screamed the Corn.

"Very well," said Antharak, "How about you make the first move?" Antharak, who loved pshyching his enemies like this, braced himself.

" Ah.... I know just the one.... JACK of BLADES RISE AND TAKE A NEW MORTAL FORM AND DO COMBAT IN MY NAME!!!" screamed The Corn.

OOC: Okay, Black Agents, I can't allow you to summon Jack of Blades.

The Loather looked blankly into the air. Then with quick speed he charged him. His sword in hand. As he got near he jumped into the air, and shot down fireballs. As he fell on top of Antharak

OOC: Okay, Black Agents, I can't allow you to summon Jack of Blades.


The Corn had come to this land, looking to rule the land. And if he had an ally his job would be all the more easier. What tools and trades did he know? what magics could he uses. And with the power to bind souls he had a powerfull army. But with souls aas numerous as they where, would eventually dry up. And The Corn Minions, souless fighters, would never stop being.... The Corn wanted to test his power. With many enemies in his arsenal The Corn could summon almost anyone....

" Ah.... I know just the one.... MAZE RISE AND TAKE A NEW MORTAL FORM AND DO COMBAT IN MY NAME!!!" screamed The Corn.

Soon the ground under The Corn broke open and shot fire high into the air. And a metal case rose from the hole. It sprung open leting Maze fall to the ground. His face undisbelief of his new life.


Changed...

WOOSH! with a quick Assassin Rush, Antharak stood behind the Loather. The battlemage threw his glowing staff into the back of the villian. In addition to its sharpness and Antharak's physical powress, the weapon was enchanted to make its targets be burned with fire, electricuted with lighting, and purified by silver at the same time.

At the very least, this would sting a bit.

WOOSH! with a quick Assassin Rush, Antharak stood behind the Loather. The battlemage jammed his glowing staff into the back of the villian. In addition to its sharpness and Antharak's physical powress, the weapon was enchanted to make its targets be burned with fire, electricuted with lighting, and purified by silver at the same time.

At the very least, this would sting a bit.

OOC: while in the air.....

Epona stumbled, but righted herself, leaping high into the air and landing untop of one of the undead. Suddenly Link found himself trapped from all sides, and without momentum Link was at serious risk.

Holding his hand up, the yellow triangle of the triforce glowed and suddenly a ring of Dins fire surrounded Link and shot out in all directions, burning many of the undead into ashes.

With space around him, Link pushed Epona back into a charge, hurling the horse straight at the evil necromancer. Link could almost here Navi's voice:
Kill him, and this will all be over.
How wrong he was.

OOC: while in the air.....
>-EDITED-<

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