Discoveries Of Terrail - The New Era

[Sheep]

Ok, i'm going to start this, this can be subject to editing as i will discuss more with Erikjust. Have fun though guys.

Many years have passed since the loss of Terrail, following the battles and fights which eventually lead up to Terrail being engulfed in a mist, where its inhabtitants were either killed, forced to flee or remain and fight. Terrail was thought all but dead as the deamons smashed apart the vast civilisations which remained there, but somehow despite all the odds the inhabitants fought back and survived.

Many years have passed since then, and things have picked up, but not all is good, human have become dominant in such a world, building large cities, technology advancing greatly, not all of the races have gained though, the high elves which remained have survived against all the odds, but are having troubles with adapting to the changing world, their adversary dark elves have gone no further, but are making progress, often hired as mercenaries.

Others have faired poorly, the insectoids have barely survived, those which have are slowly dieing out, the arvens live a solitary life, but the dwarfs are one of the few which have also prospered being reat inventors and business men, they have had time to re-heal and lick their wounds, but some have stuck to the old ways and are distrustful of humans.

Despite all of this there have been new risings, the equariums have become bolder and have ventured further inland, little is known of their civilisations though. It is a grim world, each race trying its best to survive, the once great legends of dragons flying the land and large battles with sword and steel are over...a new era has begun.

Species:

The Arvens: Flying, and Agility.
Equipment: can use Light Assualt Weapons and light armour.
Weakness: since they fly, there bones are hollow although they can fly and where armour there bones break easier then other species therefore direct combat something they do a lot.

The Arvens: The Arvens are bird like creatures which have gorwn in size to the height of men and usually larger, they are swift, but are a dieing race
Though most of the Arvens chose to leave, when the wheel of fate where smashed and demons and fog began to roam the land, some chose to stay having seen Jowy unlock the powers of the ancient ravens they hoped to do the same and purged the demons from there lands.
In many years the followed the remaining Arvens fought against the demons hoping to beat them back, yet it was a losing battle and bit and bit the Arvens found themselves driven back to there last strong holes, driven back by there shear number of demons and inner disputes amongst the other species and themselves.

All seemed lost when ships appeared in the horizon, they came from Pangaea, and onboard where many soldiers all keen on retaking there old home land.
The shear number of forces that set to shore where more then enough for the falling moral amongst the Arvens to rise again, putting there differences aside the Arvens stood united whit the other species of Terrial and the men from Pangaea, and together they where finally able to lock the demons away for good this time or so they thought.
Having defeated the demons the Arvens set out to rebuild there home on Terrial, yet it wasn’t long before another force as powerful as the demons themselves arose, this time it came in from of a steam engine and a strange decide amongst those who used magic.

Problems:The steam engine and other machines began to contaminate the air and water around them, there magic malfunctioned or wouldn’t be cast at all.
But it wasn’t just around machines that magic became unstable, all over Terrial reports purred in that magic was becoming unstable, even experienced magic races like the elves found even there most basic magic failing or changing.
Only at places where either nature or magic was strongest, the magic was stable.
The unstable magic should in the coming years spell disaster for the Arvens as they desperately tried to cure what ever illness had made the magic unstable, there efforts proved futile in the end and when an Arven conjured an unstable version of the avatar ending up killing and entire village of Arvens, the Arvens finally decided to migrate to the places where magic was strongest hoping to one day be able to cure magic and return it to what it once where.
Recently a powerful Arven named Askarab suspected of being a descendant of Jowy, has taken control over the Arvens and claimed the mantle of leadership, leading his people to areas where magic is strong he rules the Arvens whit and iron fist he hopes to turn the tide for the Arven race by what ever means necessary.


The Insectoids: Can fly short distances, Can climb up walls and are quite fast.
Equipment: the insectoids carry mdeium to light weight items usually, but can use heavier weapons like swords and axes.

Weakness: the insectoids normally uses magic a lot this has weakened them as magic now has become unreliable, also though there body are hard there wings are very fragile therefore fire is also something for them to watch out for.

The Insectoids: The few insectoids that remained behind where the ones who either wouldn’t or couldn’t leave, as the demons began roaming the lands, they sought to outride the wave by barricading themselves on there island.
Casting strong shields of magic, they thought to barricade themselves from any further attacks from the outside, and cloak there presents from the senses of the demons.
The barrier held the demons ignorant of there presence for some years, until it suddenly and whiteout warning crumbled and vanished in thin air.
The insectiods suddenly found them selves gaining the attention of the demons, which wasted no time in coming in strong numbers, bend on destroying the insectiods.
The Insectiods fought long and hard against the demons, trying there best to fend of this demonic horde from destroying there home, but in the end they where forced to flee from there island.

They sought refuges at the high elves, but quickly found themselves involved in another war for not only did the high elves fight against the demons, but also against there dark brethren the Dark elves.

It was in this battle they learned the cause of the barriers failing, it had been the high elves doing in order to save themselves from and imminent attack from one of the larger demonic foresees, they had dispelled the barrier in the hopes that it would draw away most of the demonic forces that threatened them.
The insektiods where revolted by this act of betrayal and in a battle whit the dark elves they left, leaving the high elves to fend for themselves.
In the years to come the insektiods hid amongst the humans, and then driven away by mistrust amongst the humans, they at last sought refuges, in a distant forest.

In the years that followed they fought against the demons to the best of there skills, yet despite winning a lot of battles they found themselves being driven deeper and deeper inside the forest.

The insectoids at last found themselves in a dilemma: continue to flee and maybe live for a few extra years or make a last stand against the demons, hoping for some miracle to save them from total annihilation.
The miracle came in the form of there lost brethrens on Pangaea, as they arrived in huge ships forcing the demons on a run.
Whit the help of there brethrens the insectiods forced the demons away from there forest.

Uniting whit the forces from Pangaea and the rest of the races on Terrial, the demons where at last vanquished from this world, using powerful magic combined whit that of the high elves the insectiods helped sealing the gateways between there world and that of the demons at long last Terrial was saved and they could rebuild there society…or so they thought.
In the years after the demons defeat the insectiods struggled to build a home on there island, it had been badly damaged in the years the demons had occupied it.

Yet a second disaster should follow for some reason, the magic the very thing they had been able to wield to there will as long as anybody could remember suddenly turned against them. Simple spells that most insectiods knew as well as the back of there hand suddenly became unreliable and sometimes even dangerous.
When a freak accident whit magic had threatened to destroy there bellowed island, the insectiods began researching in what caused this disturbance in magic, they soon ruled out the high elves as responsible as they had equal problems whit magic, and when the reports came in of an avatar amongst the Arvens destroying an entire village any suspicion of them being responsible where also dismissed.
The insectiods then turned to the creatures that didn’t use magic and thus weren’t affected by the disturbance in magic, there suspicion soon fell on the humans as they discovered the effect high there machines had on magic.
And when they began looking further into the matter they found themselves hunted by the dark elves, apparently they had become the pawns of the humans, this further enhanced there suspicion and an insectiod volunteered to undergo magical alteration to change his shape as a human in order to investigate further into the matter.
By some increasable means of luck the spell succeeded and the spy was send to his mission, after a year the spy returned, yet he was dying.
On his deathbed the spy reviled that the humans wasn’t responsible for the magic failing, true there machines disturbed magic, but in the same way strong magic disturbed there machines.
But neither where strong enough to taint the magic in the levels required for this situation, whit his last words he revealed that the reason for him dying was because of the contamination the human machines produced, and unless the insectiod left this place it would be a matter of years before they suffered the same fate as him.

Problems:
It was upon heavy hearths the insektiods where forced to leave there home once more, they settled in the forest that had been there home during the demons roaming on the earth, there they set out to rebuild there homes.
Yet the past had taught them and important lesson and as such they barred there home for any outsiders, no one was allowed to enter there forest.

Recently a few insectoids have begun leaving the forest either joining magical academies, or travelling the world they search of the cause of the magical disorder, they are convinced that if it can be cured it can turn the tide of the insektiods demise that will surly follow if no cure is found.


Elves: Fast reflexes, Sharp senses, can blend in a forest easily.
Equipment: Elves usually carry light to medium weight items preferring to carry light weight armour and weapons, agility and magic are some of their prime atributes.

The Elves: When the mist came some high elves remained, seeing themselves as guardians of magic and servants of the gods, they sought to free the land of the gods from the minions of the dark gods that included the dark elves.
Though before Agartha left she tried her best to convince other high elves of what she had discovered and that this land was doomed, yet the high elves that remained where the ones who dismissed her story some even went as far as calling her a heretic of the true fate.
Yet despite those accusations the high elves helped the ones who wanted to leave terrial, building ships and made sure they could leave whiteout having to fear the demons attacking them.

As the last ships had left the remaining high elves began armouring themselves for war, they build a new home from the remains of there old one, they erected huge towers using advance magic to create golems to help build there home while they themselves fought against the demons.

As the home was finally stood ready, the high elves encountered the dark elves; all there hate was fuelled at this encounter for where they not the very cause of the demons running lose on this land created by the gods, where they not the once that had previous caused the dead of many of the high elves by there betrayal.
The dark elves seemed to want the war just as much as the high elves wanted, and so a new war started amongst the Dark elves and the High elves.

It was under one of these battles, which a scout informed them of a large army of demons coming towards them and how the insectiods had all this time hid themselves behind a barrier, which shielded them from any intruders from the out side and cloaking them from the demons site.

Knowing full well that they could never survive if this army reached them, they formed a plan to save themselves from the coming onslaught, the barrier of the insectoids if it where to disappear and the army of the demons being lured there way, the high elves would only face a small amount of the army.
At the same time they could deliver a blow to the dark elves, for if even a small portion of the army was lead towards the dark elves, there was a very good chance that the dark elves would be severely weakened by this and thus the tides of war would be turned to there favour.

Using there most powerful magicians and a small army of there fastest warriors the plan was set in motion.
Hiding in the woods surrounding the Insectiod Island, the mages conjured a powerful spell that would dispel the barrier around the insectiods, meanwhile the small army of high elves managed to split the army of demons in three: one part heading toward the insectiods, another part towards and outpost of the dark elves and the last part continued on there path towards the high elves home.

As the army of demons neared the Insectiod Island the mages dispelled the barrier, reviling the island of the insectiods for the army of demons.
As the two parts of demon army attacked the dark elves and insectiod, the remaining part was struck down whit the high elves home.

The high elves where pleased whit themselves for where they not chosen by the gods, where they not meant to survive above all else, what mattered the sacrifice of a few minor races as long as they would survive for that was what truly mattered above all else.

A few years after the insectiods came to the high elves home, some feared they had discovered the high elves involvement in there barrier failing, yet to there relief the insectiods knew nothing and had come to ask for sanctuary in the home of the high elves.
The high elves accepted there plea and so the insectoids began to live in the city for a short while, until they in a battle whit the dark elves suddenly left leaving a gaping hole in the towns defence.

The dark elves where not late to exploit this weakness to enter the city and cause mayor havoc before they where pushed back.
The high elves where furious of the insectiods betrayal and had they had the time they would have taken revenge on the insectiods, but there would be no such revenge for another great army of demons where shown to be heading there way.

Whit no dark elves or insectiods near this time to draw the demons to, the only two forces near enough where the dwarfs and the humans, so once again the high elves send out and army to split up the demons forces.
Yet the one who where suppose to lead the demon forces towards the humans never got there, a few kilometres from the army they where ambushed by several dark elves, the ambush ended whit the death of the entire army of high elves that where supposed to draw away some of the demons.

Now the high elves faced a huge number of demons, and this time during there weakened state after the battle whit the dark elves, the high elves suffered mayor casualties before the demon army where finally destroyed.
And as this not bad enough it was reported that somebody had lead almost half of the force of demons the dwarfs where suppose to kill towards them.

The high elves prepared themselves for battle; many believed it would be there last stand, but the demons never came then the reports came, ships hundreds of them had set ashore on terrial.
It was the ships from Pangaea, the gods had not wanted there servants to sufferer so they had brought back the strayed children to help there servants fight off this unholy demonic force.

It was whit great harm and some anger, that the high elves discovered that not only where there dark elves amongst the forces from Pangaea but they worked together whit the high elves, what really angered many where that they where forced to take against orders from a dark elf calling himself Janos.

Yet convincing themselves, that it was for the greater good of there species they eventually stood united and vanquished the demons lifting the fog that covered the lands.
In the months that followed Janos tried hard to create peace between the dark elves and high elves, much to the dismay of the high elves who found themselves revolted by the very thought of ever having anything to do whit these creations of the dark elves.
Janos continued to try until he was forced to leave, to aid Pangaea in a desperate situation.

Then came the calamity the signs where weak at first, but then they came the high elves magic there very gifts of the gods began to fail and grow unstable, towers that where maintained by magic began to crumble.
The high elves where powerless to do anything praying to there gods for answers, some committed suicide when none came fearing that there gods had abandoned them forever.
Other high elves tried to look on there lands for answers, they found it whit in the humans villages, these machines whit the smelling smoke was distrusting the magic of anyone who went near them.

The high elves set out to sabotage them, using powerful magic whit which they had found could damaged the machines beyond repair, yet it wasn’t long before the dark elves began to intervene these cursed creatures had alleged themselves whit the humans and it was clear that they didn’t suffer from this magical disaster.

After a few years some high elves took control over others forming a counsel, they decided that there where better ways of fighting, the humans machines then sabotage if they could work there magic in places where the machines where plenty, they would create a place where machines couldn’t work either.
And so the first magical academy was formed, later it became a school for those who whished to learn magic or try to discover why it had begun to fail in the first place.

Problems: In resent time the high elves have begun to invent crystals of hard magic, having them emit waves of magic they have found that it somehow stabilises magic a little, yet they still have some problems of there own calling forth a demons as a servant is no easy job, and recently the formula to call and bind a demon to this world has been leaked to other not so experienced wizards who can’t control them.

These demons though not as powerful as those fought during the years of the fog, are drawn by magic and often attack the city giving the high elves quite some problems, though not as powerful killing the demons and sending them back to there own world is no easy job.

Dark elves: almost the same as the elves whit a few exceptions: They have not such a strong bond to magic as the elves do, instead they have developed there speed and attack to be the point where they are faster then there elven kin.
They prefer to be out at night, as direct sunlight can if exposed to it for too long cause agony.
Dark elves don’t blend into the forest they blend into the shadows therefore in a place full of shadows the dark elves have a clear advantage

Dark elves: Many people believe that there is only one elder of the dark elves, and that she lives on Pangaea, this is in the mean time not true for while it is true that Janos travelled whit and elder of the dark elves to Pangaea and that many dark elves followed him for that reason.
The elder Janos travelled whit was not the only one, there where another and she lived in the very town of which Janos where born.
Though Janos and the other elder tried to convince her to leave whit them, she refused for where they saw problems she saw opportunities.
So as the other races where busy helping there fellow men leave, she send out spies to gain a clear overview of things.
She soon found out that all of the races had people remaining on Terrial, that also included there hatred foe the high elves.
As the last ship left, the elder prepared her followers for conquest of Terrial, they would take the power and then at long last Terrial would be there’s to control.
The Dark Elves soon encountered the high elves and soon war between the two races broke out once again.

The fights where long and hard, for both the dark elves and high elves had to defend there homes and bases against the ravenous attacks from the demons, yet neither would yield to the other.

Though the high elves where successful in pushing back the attacks of the dark elves, the dark elves had there moments of triumphs too.
One of these where when the insektiods (who had allied themselves whit the elves) had found out of there crime the high elves had committed against them, revolted about the acts from the high elves that had caused the devastations of there the insektiods had left there posts leaving the dark elves to freely enter the high elves home.
The dark elves had taken the opportunity to wreak havoc on the home of the high elves, before they finally had been forced back.
Another moment of glory where when the dark elves had thwarted the high elves attempts to divert a demon army towards other targets.
Killing of one the armies of the high elves in an ambush, and diverting another half of the demon army the dark elves succeeded in using the demons to deal a serious blow to the high elves.

Yet in the end the Dark elves had been forced to realize that in the end they where no match for the demons, forced back to there last strongholds, the dark elves faced utter devastation from the demon armies had it not been for the reinforcements from Pangaea.

The dark elves elder had died some years before the forces from Pangaea had arrived but had left a successor, realising that her people would soon become extinct if something wasn’t done quickly to turn the tide in there war.

Officially pardoning Janos and every other dark elves who had followed him to Pangaea for leaving there people, promoting Janos to leader of the troops of the dark elves the tide soon turned for the dark elves, as they drove the demons back re-conquering there old outposts, the dark elves soon found themselves alongside there hatred enemy the high elves fighting together to drive the demons the last step back into the world from wench they came holding them off till the high elves and insektiods had sealed the portals from wench the demons came.

The battle was won but not the war; there was still a lot of hatred between the high elves and dark elves, though Janos tried his best to negotiate peace between dark elves and high elves he was in the end unsuccessful, neither the dark elves nor high elves were bend on the idea of peace whit one another also the war whit the demons and high elves had drained the recourses of the dark elves and unless something where done starvation would soon kill the weaker dark elves.

Though Janos was unsuccessful in bringing peace, he where successful in forcing the two races into a truce, a few weeks before he was forced to return to Pangaea he convinced the dark elves that the humans would give the dark elves the recourses they needed if they hired there skills to them.

Many dark elves didn’t like the idea anymore then the truce they had been forced to sign whit the high elves, yet the elder of the dark elves convinced her people that this was the only way to avoid the disaster they faced if there recourses wasn’t increased soon.

And so it was that the Dark elves began to hire there service to the humans, though they distrusted and disliked them, Janos had been correct the humans was indeed ready to pay almost anything they demanded for the use of there skills.

As Janos eventually went to Pangaea and disappeared in the battle he had been called to attend, the dark elves continued to lend out there skills to the humans and anyone who would pay for there services.

As Magic became unstable and disaster spread through the ranks of the magic users, the Dark elves prospered and grew strong using there skills as assassins, some dark elves began to form houses of special trained assassins who where amongst the finest money could buy.

Problems: In resent time a new Elder has arisen using her influence and knowledge, she has spread the words amongst the dark elves that the reason Janos disappeared where that the high elves who where supposed to protect the flanks of the dark elves.
Didn’t held there end of the bargain and instead of protecting the advancing force, had left the Dark elves to defend themselves, forcing Janos to go up against the enemy whit under half of the force needed to beat them.
This has caused many of the dark elves to hold a grudge against the high elves, for even though history doesn’t says that Janos was a high regarded Hero of the dark elves many a dark elf has turned him into one, and a such taking any opportunities to pay back the high elves for that betrayal.


Dwarfs: Dwarfs are a though race and have almost no ties to magic instead they concentrate on mechanical objects to which they have mastered to near perfection.
Equipment: Though short of size the dwarfs can carry heavy armour and use both pistols and heavy weapons. They are deadly in close combat and there guns and pistols are nothing to disrespect if you don’t want to end up whit bullet in your head.
Weakness: the dwarfs have shorter legs and are therefore not as fast as other races in pure running speed. Dwarfs are a VERY stubborn race and although this might be seen as a strength it is also a weakness since Dwarfs often are the last to recon that the battle is lost and retread is in order.


Dwarfs: The dwarfs which remained on Terrail never forgave the rest of their race which lef ttheir homes, then their vast caves were overun by the deamons, scant few survived and were forced to re build their homes in new places.

Buliding their new homes they have since flourished since the old days, though some are still distrustful of humans many have taken the oportunity and have become great mechanics and usually do business with humans.

Problems: Many still stick to the old ways and distrust humans which can lead to open conflict, they have build their caves deeper under ground so to avoid attention of other races, metals are running low in this world though and as the humans keep using more the dwarfs are forced to find new dig sites.


Human: humans need no description since they are exactly like you and me.
They can use all kind of weapons and equipment and has the same weaknesses as we do.

Many had stayed on Terrail and banded together to fend of the deamons, after doing so they rebuilt their cities, except in bigger this time, they build vast sprawling cities which choked out smoke and caused great amounts of pollution. The humans have expanded wider since then, growing more bolder and taking more control over Terrail, minor governments rules each city, but hate and rivaries can usually show up.

Problems: The humans are becoming dominant, but they are also turning upon one another, governments usuaally wage battles against one another, crime is rife among the populance, there being a under class of people and a higher class of people, the under class treated like dogs, this has also lead to open conflict, and often murder.

Equariums:Agility, Can stay in the water for vasts amount of time, are able to swim and great speed and can also go on land for limited amounts of time.
Equipment: Light to medium items, they often brandish large spears which many are specilists at, and also wield limited amounts of magic.
Weakness:Can stay on land for limited amounts of time, Heat, and strength.


Equariums: How exactly they survived the deamons remains to be seen, the equariums only recently revealing themselves to the world, becoming bolder. Many have been saddened at what their world has become, but take little notice, preferring to stay in their own under water empire.

Problems:Many races, especially the humans take a disliking to them, they are unknown, and their motives are varied, many are agressive. They also know their world is changing, and the water and envronment has become more polluted in recent years.

(subject to changing)


Rules
If people break any of these rules there are 3 warnings, once you hit the 3rd warning your gone.
The usual, no power gaming.

Be nice

Try not to control others characters unless given permission of its its utterly neccassary.

List of Gms
Erikjust
Bentus
T_55

Do note we haven't included a few other races (ogres and minotaurs, maybe even another race), if you want your character to be of another race send me or Erik a pm and we'll tell you wether or not its ok.

Lastly i'm going to give people 1 week and a half starting from the today for people to join.

Your character sheet:
Name:
Race:
Age:
Weapons:
Armour/ Clothes:
History :
Goals:
Weaknesses:
Strengths:
Location: (A map will follow shortly once me and erik discuss a bit more)

[$mAlLe34]

Guess i'll join, could be fun.
Name:Allister Jouran
Race:Human
Age:34
Weapons:Pistol
Armour/ Clothes:Leather vest, Goggles.
History: Growing up in the vast human cities Aliister is a successful mechanic, and studies machinery, honing his skills, he has no family and was adopted, but no one really seemed to need him and after growing up he set out. Having never really ventured outside the walls of the city though he has recently become interested in those which live outside.
Goals:Venture the world, become a mechanic.
Weaknesses:Strength and agility.
Strengths:Good at shooting.
Location: (when the map comes up)

[WhO]

Hurray, it started!

Name:Tyrenne

Race: Dwarf

Age:105

Weapons:Cross bow, pistol

Armour/ Clothes:Light armour, Leath vest.

History: Tyrenne is younge for a dwarf, but even so he dared venture out into the world without fear. He grew up as any normal dwarf, but as he trained in weapons, he chose a different path from normal dwarfs. Instead of using an axe or the normal dwarf blunderbass he would use a crossbow as his main weapon.

He was usually frowned upon by other dwarfs, especially since he didn't have the same knack for technology his brothers would have, but his dark sercrect was that he was learning magic. Though not very good at it. he could use basic magic and has trained since. (not sure if this is allowed, but hey)

Goals:To be able to use magic.

Weaknesses:Slow

Strengths:Sharpshooter

Location:

[Sword_Monkey]

Name: Rashemar
Race: Equarium
Age: 34
Weapons: Clawed Spear (has a mechanism to open and close, for litter-picking duties)
Armour/ Clothes: Seaweed type robessplit into large belts that carry all sorts of hooks, barabs and tit-tat. No armour.
History: Rashemar has lived below the waters most of his life, he loves the sewers and has grown acustom, more than others, to its polluted levels. He know enjoys a very rewarding life as a Sewer cleaner.
Goals: To one day find something great in the sewers and earn even more money from it, so that he can leave his working life.
Weaknesses: Smelly. Quite weak, although his tail is certainly stronger than even an ogres arm. Limited time on land. Bad with people who he doesn't trust. Long size.
Strengths: Very fast swimmer, able to go underwater for a extreme amount of time. Due to weak magical powers he has improved vision that allows him to see in the dark and underwater as well as a human in light, but he then finds most light blinding.
Location: Sewers

[Red Fox]

And once again i shall be the one to provide a material list and parts of the map. Im not doing items this time because that just takes too long and people can be creative. Im suprised im not a GM. Ill post Erik about my race and change if be needed

Name: Tar'ik
Race: Lesser Dragon Kin-Blue
Age: 26
Weapons: Longspear, 5 shot Carbine
Armor/Clothes: Old full plate armor
History: Ever since he hatched in the Aven capital of Artimis Tar'ik has seeked to find his real family and parents. His foster mother, Amirika, is almost a direct relation to Jowy the old and famous king of the avens but nobody believes her and she is an outcast. He was taught about the ancient alliance between Aven and Dragon and how the Dragons vanished as technology began to rise. Most of the things he owns are old and worn out. Even though he has no ties to magic he is concerned about its disapperance in the world.
Goals: Find his real family. Find what is making magic fade away. Seek others that are like him
Strenghts: Strong and Well armored. Can fly for short times even when armored. Intimidating
Weakness: An outcast to everyone even the Avens he was raised with. Slow and badly equiped.

[Sheep]

OOC: Don't worry Bentus, we were just waiting to see who joins first, since it was slow to start we weren't sure who'd join and who wouldn't. First post is updated.

[Erikjust]

This game starts Friday if T_55 haven’t started it before then. Everybody can start an individual quest don’t worry about persons I’ll play any you need.

Later on I’ll bring you all in on some quests somehow

[Sheep]

We'll i guess i'll post my character.

Name: Alvah Amos

Race: Human

Age:55

Weapons: 2 Pistols.

Armour/ Clothes: Red hat, sunglasses, jacket, boots, tights.

History: Alvah is much like a bounty hunter, and has lied about his age, none truely know how old he is, other then he came at the time of peril, when deamons still walked across the world. He was younge at that time, but having since grown up, he has helped fight of the deamons where he could.

Alvah despises magic and has worked against it much in his life time. He has placed his trust more on his own abilities and his weapons, and which has since then worked to great affect. He has barely worked with people, and seems to go by his own intentions, which as of so far have yet to be found out.

Strengths: Agility, Sharp Shooter.

Weakness: Stubborn, Can't do much against magic.

Goals: Unknown

[Erikjust]

A character for all to control

Name: Janos
Race Dark elves
Age: unknown but is suspected of being over 10.000 years old which would make him the oldest dark elf that has ever lived.
Weapons: two katanas, yet he can use other weapons to if you like.
Armour/Clothes: it differs from time to time, yet he sometimes uses chainmail or leather armour or both.

History: Janos son of Rezo founder of the dark elves, Janos is amongst the oldest of dark elves, yet for some strange reason he seems to be immortal.
Amongst the people of Terrial very little is known of his life other then he has been a mercenary, a leader, a general and at last promoted to be amongst the saints people pray to in there cathedrals.

It is known for a fact that Janos was born on Terrial.
Janos was the son of Rezo who was the founder of the dark elves, yet if he was a legitimate child of a product of an affair is not known, nor is it known why he chose to live as a mercenary rendering his service out to anyone who could pay him, rather then living amongst his own people.
It is also known for a fact that he travelled to the world of Pangaea as one of the original settlers, yet most of his actions over there remain a mystery, it is known that he married the elder Malice and had descendants that lives to this day.
It is also known that he travelled back to Terrial after his wife had died, though exactly how she died is not known either, yet it is known that Janos arrived at terrial alongside the force that helped liberate terrial from the clutches of the demons.
If it was there of first later he became a general is not known, it is however known that he tried to negotiate peace amongst the dark elves and high elves until summoned back to Pangaea to help fight a beast of some kind.
It was in this battle that he disappeared in after being amongst the forces that was in the front line against the beast, some scholars believe that he was actually killed in that battle, yet since no body was found the people of that age believed him still alive and promoted him to the saint he is revered as today.

Many scholars still debate to this day Janos´s role amongst the events depictured in the story of Pangaea, some say that he played a small part others that he played a larger part.
There are even those that suggest that Janos might be a figure inspired of the acts of many people, that he might never have lived at all and that the historic facts are pieces of many people’s lives.

(This is what the public knows, and as such what your character might know of him)

Goals: unknown he works from the shadows (translated you can make any goals you like, for him to reach)

Weaknesses: the same as any other dark elf

Strength: the same as any other dark elves, yet because of his age and ever youth (or youth or youth had he been a human he would have been in a constant state of health like a 35 40 year old man) his skills is much more tuned then any of the dark elves.

Locations: Janos is fast and he knows of means to travel whiteout being seen or heard (translated he can be where ever you like just not at the same time)

Rules for play (seriously there are things you can’t do whit him, if you do it will be the same as powerplay or any other breaking of the rules three warnings and you are out).

First rule: Janos is wise, wise enough to have remained hidden from the public’s eyes since e vanished in that battle, what ever reason he had for that still counts.
So saying that he goes public and says hey guess what, I still live and I am immortal is a no no.

Second rule: though Janos may give hints as to who he is, he will never give any vital clue that can prove anything, he might say I was married to an elder once (okay but many dark elves have been married to an elder) your character might have a suspicion on who he really is, but no evidence to prove that that suspicion is correct.

Third rule: Janos work in the shadows, if you want him to be a part of a big fight, it will not be out in the open where everybody can see him it will be on the side line.
If he really does fight out in the open he will always clock his identity, so that it won’t be easy to tell who he really is.

Fourth rule: if your character has had some adventures whit him, and is asked about him all that you really can say and remember is that he was a dark elf who kept mostly to himself and that you really don’t know that much about him.
Also if he by some means would have raised you or something, you don’t know who he was in truth to you he was just a farther for you and you called him (what ever you now choose to call him)
After you became mature and ventured out in the world, or what ever you did, he disappeared you may have had a few encounters whit him since but they where brief.

Fifth rule: Janos is like Jesus in his depicture in the cathedrals understood in that way that he is glorified and don’t really shear all that huge a likeness to the real thing, so you may see the statues of him and the other heroes of ancient time, and he and the person you remember might shear certain traits of similarity but nothing more then a great grandson might resemble his great grand farther.

The last rule is this: after a battle or what ever quest you are on where he is one of those whit you, has ended he leaves in the same way Lucky Luke does, one moment he is there the next he isn’t.

[Erikjust]

and begin battle maps will come a little later

[Sheep]

Alvah leaped through the strewn forests in the early morning. Rushing through as the fog cleared. He jumped to a large branch and crouched as he did so, looking around carefully to make sure no one was following him. Then turned back andleaped forwards again.

"Today is a good day...." Alvah said breathing heavily

[Erikjust]

Janos was sitting in the shadows in the early morning light, the sun had yet to become so strong that it bothered him; sitting in the shadows he was smoking a pipe while lost in memory.
An old fisherman sat beside him smoking to, the habit of smoking a pipe had been something brought home from terrial some years back, some said it was terrible for your lungs but Janos didn’t really care so far it hadn’t bothered him the least and it made him relax.

So what you gather, do you think there are anymore then us awake at this moment of the morning, the fisherman said looked at the southern harbour at the Equariums city, then he said to himself she sure is a beauty isn’t she I wonder if people will ever notice that.

Janos looked at the small ship the fisherman was talking about; he knew it to well a few years back he had had some business at Pangaea on the way home a storm had broken out and a freakish wave had flung him overboard.

Janos would have drowned that day had it not been for the fisherman who had been near and had seen it all; he had pulled him in at great risk for himself and his ship; as such Janos owed him his friendship and a life depth to him.

A depth that Janos knew he would have to pay this morning, recently the old fisherman had ruled unclear whit some thieves who would have used his boat for smuggling, people normally didn’t object to this kind of things since it was well known that if you resisted you could risk getting the dark elves on your neck.

The Dark elves the very name was the cause of fear amongst many once they had been a raiding force, but since humans and other people had begun to pay for there services, the Dark elves had evolved into a bunch of very skilled assassins if they where hired to take you out you where living on spent time.

Many a man, woman or even children and old men and women had fallen for there blades, a poet once had described the dark elves as creatures born of the shadows, since they could glide into the shadows and make themselves unseen.
If they where on a mission to kill you, you wouldn’t even know they where there, before you where dead fallen for there blades.

Janos knew perfectly well how these creatures operated for he was one of them, and once he to had been a mercenary for what now seemed like ages ago, but that was in another life so very long ago but just because it had been a long time ago it didn’t mean that Janos had forgotten anything and his skills where as sharp as ever.

Janos answered the fisherman: you speak like this is your last moments of life old man, I told you I will not let anything happen to you, when death claims you it will be either on the sea or in your bed not for the blades of a dark elf.

The fisherman snorted: you keep saying that, but words is that the thieves want to make an example of me, properly mean I feel every strike of the blade and my head will be put on display in town.

Janos took the pipe out of his mouth and left it on a create he had seen them.
Two dark elves from the look of it a young bunch, it was so like the dark elves the more brutal the job the younger the dark elves where.

Yet if he knew them correct an older more experienced Dark elf would be in the background, prepared to step in if anything went wrong, Janos secured the knifes strapped around his wrists the two young ones had to be nailed first the older would be a different chase.

Gliding into the shadows Janos released himself to his senses, everything would have to be precise any errors and the old man where dead, fortunately the fisherman was no fool he knew what he had to do the moment his friend disappeared.

Walking out in the open he leaned against a wall, where there where no shadows for the dark elves to attack from, useless in the long run the dark elves didn’t need shadows to kill it just made it easier, but it would give Janos a view of things.

The attack came quickly the fisherman never saw them coming, fortunately Janos had and whit deadly accuracy he threw the knifes so they hit in the two young ones arms making them drop there swords.

The fisherman heard the noise as the swords hit the ground, he ran down towards his boats screaming for the guards, the young ones retreated there mission had failed, yet task had not failed yet the older Dark elf speeded towards the fisherman.

He was stopped dead centre as Janos suddenly stood in front of him swords unseated ready for battle, whiteout a word the two of the engaged in battle, a battle that was over two minuets after it had started as Janos disarmed the older dark elf by running his two swords through the dark elf shoulders.

Janos twisted the blades in the wounds and looked at the dark elf, he then spoke: my protection if you come near him again I will kill you.
Janos then pulled his two swords out of the dark elf that fled the scene before the guards came.

Janos jumped down to the fisherman and from his belt put a bag of money in the fisherman’s hands, Go to Pangaea for a couple of weeks till this has blown over, there is enough money in this bag to last that long.

The fisherman wanted to thank Janos for saving his life, but Janos was already gone and the fisherman was left on the dock to sail of into the sunrise.

[BeserkWraithlor]

Name:Ada Wong
Race:Human
Age:30
Weapons: K-SMG with Greande Launcher, Luger with Silencer, Knife, Springfield Bolt-Action Rifle.
History :Little is known about this woman, she is Asian, and is a Mercianary who assasinates people for $$$. She wanders the land, exploring the vast world.
Goals:Not much, she just wants money to get better weapons.
Weaknesses:Like all humans, she is physicly weak, and has no armor.
Strengths:Agile, and skilled in ranged and melee. Expert Marksman.
Location:?

(Edited character)

[Red Fox]

OOC: Well since there is no map i geuss will have familiar cities like Haverna. Since the old city of it is ruined i will properly start off near the city of New Haverna a little off from where the ruins of old Haverna and the Demon Circle lay.

Tar'ik shook the dew off his wings as he lifted them from the front of him and placed them behind. He had fallen asleep during the night and the rain storm had passed. Looking into the distance he could see the factories start to churn out smoke into the air. The thing that cept him from soaring the skys was the place where he would have the most luck in finding others like him. If dragons couldn't sustain there normal form then they would have had to adapted into something like he was.

He checked his old iron armor to see if it had gotten wet. Lucky for him it wasn't which meant he wouldn't have to go through the process of cleanig it. He picked up a tattered cloth and took the carbine out of it and grabed his spear. Walking over to the edge of the forest he streched out his wings and began running. After getting some lift he flaped once or twice then was in the air. Flaping to keep his weight up he eventually got into a steady soar. He crossed the old ruins of Haverna the place where Jowy had recieved his first powers of demi-godom and fought with others against the deamons. He slowed down to marvel the ruins then continued towards the city.

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New Haverna was like any human city, Highly industrialized with chemnies towering above and the constant sound of a factory going. Its Center being a high commercial area would make any race other than human stick out too much and attention in a human city was hard to shake. The outskirts where sub urban slums mainly like that of older Terrial but still the smoke settled upon them making it harsh to breath and constantly coated black.

Tar'ik landed in the outskirts where he bought a large cloak to keep himself covered and out of sight. A dragonkin like himself would most easily send any human crowd running and the gaurd to capture him. He didn't like the idea of a human city but knew it was indeed a gathering place for many races looking to make jobs and move towards the human ways.

Making his way towards the central part of the city he saw less and less of other races until he come across another figure about his hieght and stature. The figure made eye contact first and began to move away. Tar'ik hurried after but was blocked by a group of humans. If only he could fly here but that would freak too many out. Racing after the figure he eventually lost it.

"Damn...Maybe some people in a pub know about it." Tar'ik said to himself.

Making his way to the nearest pub he stepped inside and took a seat ordering a drink. He didn't have money but pulled off a few of his scales that where growing too big. They would grow back and where just as valueable as any gold piece. He reached up and pulled off his hood revieling his dragon shaped head but no body freaked out. It was a pub, the gathering place of all. Tar'ik swiged his drink and began looking for some informant people.

[AMARDA]

I'm working on a map at the moment so you can use that if you wish. I'm currently adapting the entire thing for the change in the times.

[Red Fox]

OOC:Thank you AMARDA I was going to do one soon but didn't have the time.

[AMARDA]

http://img2.freeimagehosting.net/uploads/th.0f264f0477.png (http://img2.freeimagehosting.net/image.php?0f264f0477.png)

Bare in mind this is a first draft of sorts, more updates will be incorperated. So what should I add to it?

Name: Rykar
Race: Elf
Age: 226
Weapons: Two Bladed Sword, Knife, Bow
Amour/ Clothes: Long black hooded cloak
History: Rykar is an orphan. His parents died when he was young in an accident. He never learnt who they were. Taken in by a small temple, he learnt of ancient heroes and how to fight with a blade.
Goals: None really, just find out what he can about his past.
Location: Old Haverna

[Sheep]

OOC: Thanks for the map AMARDA, it looks great so far.

Alvah slipped through the sillhoutes of the slums walking around slowly. He looked at the new Haverna, nothing like what it once was, bustling sounds echoed through the streets and hundreds of thousands of voices rang out at once, but he was looking for one only.

Not many people noticed him in the slums, despite his crimson red clothes. He searched around until he came to the entreance of the city, a few guards stood at the gates, but since the old age, there was little need for security, he walked forwards, slipping into the shadows and entering an alleyway where a man stood. As he took a step forwards the man turned around, holding a pistol. He looked shaken, but Alvah was past caring for such things and ducked as the man fired, running forwards quickly.

"Mr Armen, pleased to meet you"

Alvah pushed Armen's hand up before he got another shot and pulled his pistol out before shooting him in the gut, Armen yelled out in pain as Alvah threw him against a wall.

"Who are you working for, and why did you kill my benefactor?" Alvah said walking up to Armen and aiming his pistol at Armen's head.

Armen opened his mouth, but as he did so he blew up, Alvah stood back and covered himself feeling seering hot pain as blood and gore splattered onto him.

"What in the name.." Alvah said before looking up. A man stood on a roof glaring at him before disapearring over the roof tops.

Alvah cursed an walked out of the alley way thinking about what had happened the past few days as he walked to a bar, he entered through the door, smoke still rising form burnt spots in his clothes. He sat down at the bench ordering a beer.

[AMARDA]

Yeah its OK. I still need to label a few things. If someone wants to they can write some history about the dam. Also the desert now extends much further than it used to. Now, to the south of Haverna what should there be? I was thinking something along the lines of a swamp.


EDIT!!!!

I just had an Idea. The Equariums should be the people that run the dams. Also I have 3 dams planned in my current map. Each is situated over a strategic water way.


IC:

Rykar awoke, the dew made the world glisten in the morning light. Looking up he saw a creature fly across the sky towards Haverna. Grabbing his weapons, Rykar started walking towards the great city. As he walked through the ruins Rykar observed ancient history. This place was legendary, no one had dared disturb the remains of the city, infact most people were scared to even approach.

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The slums of the Haverna shocked Rykar, he never had seen people that looked so down on their luck. People looked at him with hatred in their eyes. No human trusted elves any more, nore did elves trust humans. As he walked through the city, the amount of other races started to diminish, finally he found a tavern that looked half decent and entered. Sitting at a bench he ordered a drink.


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[Red Fox]

OOC: Really nice map and i think that sounds good for equarims. in the Northeast there used to be a ocean but that might have been removed by the deamons and Avens always live near an ocean or some place where storms happen. There is the Aven capital known as Artimis which is usually located near the largest source of water like an ocean or such. The city has been known to move somehow that the avens keep secret. Down south past Haverna there once was a large forest but since dragons disappear it was cleared by the humans turned into even more city. past the forest there was a great plain of sort with a swamp in its west corner south of Tailerous. In the south eastern corner there was a small sea that had a small city but it was whiped out by the deamons. further south there is some volcanic mountains with a desert that surrounds them. Thats all i remember from my other maps as they are deleted when i cleaned my drive. Your free to change anything AMARDA you wish as you are the one drawing but i hope that helps some.

[AMARDA]

If any one wants to modify the map they can as its a PNG file.

[Erikjust]

The morning train rolled in at the station, several people began walking out of it amongst them was a person he was almost completely covered in a black clock.

Half of his face was covered in a piece of cloth, people around him avoided him most of them knew better then to bother a dark elf, as the person walked out of the station he began walking towards the local tavern.

The door to the tavern opened, and Janos walked in sliding into the shadows as he walked towards the bartender, Janos sat down on a chair almost in front of him throwing a few golden coins on the desk the bartender purred some strange liquid up I a glass and handed it to him.

Janos drank it and put the glass on the desk where the bartender removed, and then he leaned on the table and began talking silently whit Janos.

Haven’t seen you in town for some weeks now Menoc, words has it that there where some trouble down the ocean city this morning, something about a local fisherman getting attacked by dark elves but mysteriously survives.

Janos said nothing whit a sign of his hand he ordered another drink which he got.

So you did have something to do whit his miraculous escape, don’t you think it is time you stopped interfere whit the dark elves jobs you might get more attention then what good is.

Janos just looked at him emptying his drink then he spoke, I can handle it those whelps they sent after him was easily taken care of, nobody saw anything and they won’t bother him again.

The bartender sigh and was about to say something, but was interrupted when a huge meatloaf of a man pushed Janbos of the chair, you are sitting on my chair whelp.

The man took Janos´s drink sniffed to it, and then purred it out on janos´s head: what kind of shit is it that you are drinking taste like urine.

Janos stood up whiteout a word, and wanted to sit on the chair next to the man, but the man rammed his fist on that chair: that is mine to in fact all the chairs you want to sit on are mine, so get out of this tavern before I use your head as a cup.

Janos said quietly, I don’t want any trouble yet if you insist on continuing this behaviour.

Then what? The man rose up nearly dwarfing Janos, you think you can do anything towards me I eat dwarfs like you at breakfast, so do your worst little dwarf I will have your spine for breakfast.

The man rammed his fist towards Janos, yet before it hit Janos jumped up on a nearby table a hooded figure said and was trying to drink a bear, when the table shattered as the man tried to hit the dark elf but only hit empty air.

Finally after a minute the man got a hold of Janos, he help up high in the air he laughed his breath reeked, now I got you any last words whelp before I smash your head.

He didn’t have time to say more before he was lying screaming on the flour clutching his right arm, in a flicker of second the dark elf had drawn his sword and cut of the mans right hand.

He was lying screaming and cursing on the flour, Janos merely walked over and sat at one the chair the man had thrown him of and ordered another drink.

The man got on his feet and ran towards Janos, madness shining out of his eyes: my hand I’ll kill you!
Yet before he ever reached Janos turned around and threw a knife that burring itself deep in the man’s crutch, this made the man fall over in pain knocking himself out on the desk.

The bartender signalled two people, which came over and carried the man out of the bar.

Janos threw a bag of money of the desk and continued his drink.

So where do you sleep the day off Menoc? I guess I can’t offer you a room?

Janos shook his head; I will sleep where I usually sleep, I find the temple ruins a peaceful place to sleep, and there are several places where the sun doesn’t bother me.

The bartender shook his head; I have never met anyone like you, though you are no where near the size of that guy you just fought whit you just played whit him.
And sleeping at the ruins most people are afraid to even get close to them, and you are sleeping in the middle of it, aren’t you afraid of the ghosts that is said to hunt in there?
Aren’t you afraid that you will meet the ghost of the arven who lost control of his avatar form and vaporized almost the entire city?

Janos merely finished his drink and rose up, as he went out of the door, he graphed the blanket one of the men the bartender had signalled gave to him.

Before he left he said quietly, yet loud enough for those who where listening to hear: I have enough ghosts of the past what can these ghost show me that I have not already seen.

Then he left closing the door behind him.

(OOC: remember anyone can control Janos as long as the guidelines I set out for him is followed)

[Red Fox]

OOC: If anyone remembers from DT1 then theres no fliping. When i do Spirit Characters the usually only help with guidance and story fluff.

Name: Jowy
Age: Died nearly 400 years ago
Background: The famous leader of the Avens and a hero of nearly all races known for his fairness and leadership as a king of the Avens. When he was found dead on Pangea he had not really died from a heart attack but had accended to Goddom leaving his body in the physical realm and accending to the spirtual realm. Drawn back as a test of 400 years teaching to see if he can help guide the races in upcomming events.

IC:

Jowy walked behind Janos until he reached the Ruins near the deamon circle then became visible to him and said, "410 years ago me and you fought the first deamons out of the pit and i got my first tastes of being a demigod. How old does this make you Janos? Nearly a 1,000? Your getting old Janos even for a Dark elf."

Janos let out a "heh" and turned around to see a large Aven in golden armor with clean white feathers. On his belt where two long knives the weapons he had had since he was a child. He looked young for a ghost but was alot older.

Jowy bowed to his friend then continued, "The reason why i'm here isn't a good one if you know yourself. Spirits of the past only show up when the future is filled with trouble. Its not the disapperance of magic or the dragons that concerns me its why both are fleeing this world. It takes alot to scare a dragon but when magic is fleeing with it something bad is ahead. I didn't volunteer to come here like this I would have manifested myself into a physical form but something is wrong. Something on a godly level is about to make Terrial a living hell again and this time only you and Argatha are alive to stop it. I just hope I can do something but as a spirt I am powerless in your realm."

[BeserkWraithlor]

T_55 informed me that this Boardwar is around the year 1700 - 1800s. Thats a pretty good thing, seeing that most BWs are in the Medival or Futuristic timelines.

[omega the end]

Am I able to join?

And are the dragons completly gone?

[Erikjust]

OOC: any one who wants can join, the dragons aren’t completely gone but 99% of them are the last 1% either sleeps in deep underground caves or a disguised as something.
yup it is around the Industrial Age, which where around 1862-1900

IC:
Janos shook his head, that hearth attack of yours or what ever finished you off must have fried your brain, if it where merely a 1000 years ago the ghost of the past wouldn’t hunt me as they do.
I am more then 2000 years older then even the oldest amongst the dark elves or high elves for that matter; I have lost any memory of my true age.
He looked down on the ground Agartha isn’t alive anymore, I where whiteness to her funeral, her ascendants is alive but they don’t have nearly the same amount of power she did.

And don’t talk to me about a living hell, Janos face suddenly became very angry and he nearly shouted in jowys face: Can you even begin to imagine what it is like being immortal never grow older, see all your loved ones ageing and die while you don’t grow any older?

I held my wife as she died in my hands, crushed by the very stones that where a part of the cave we lived in.
I tried to crush the sorrow whit fighting, I where here when we sealed of the demons, I was there when a huge chaos beast wreaked havoc on Pangaea.
I have tried to be a storyteller trying to inform people of there past; I did so for a few years till they didn’t care anymore, I was thrown out of every village I visited.

And I have seen the result of this wild magic it is like on Pangaea only much worse, you know these very ruins where caused by one of your people, they tried to unlock the avatar form to save themselves instead it killed everyone in this village when the Arven lost control of that power.

He sat down in a shadow, what do I care for the dark gods? I try to save the people from themselves only to find it worsening everywhere I go.

Look around you Jowy and ask yourself did I really help save this world? When I battled the demons and helped the people of terrial seal them of.

Look at the temples instead of being remembered as men who made difference, we have become legends equal to that of the gods themselves, we are glorified into something that where never us our descendants pride themselves for being the children of the gods.

But what do I care, the gods themselves can not manifest themselves on this realm it is sealed from them, the only gods not trapped are the neutral ones Time, death, life and nature, and they don’t care for this world they do what they have done for millennia’s and that is that.

He looked up at the ghost of the Arven, so you who have returned from the death in this spectral form, what do you want this pure immortal to do, what can I do that hasn’t already been done?

[omega the end]

May I go along with the grandson of my second character in the origional BW?

[Erikjust]

OOC: yes you can, and just to answer any further question any who want can join. As long as they post regularly it doesn’t have to be everyday, but at a regular basses.

[omega the end]

Here is my character

Name: Blade
Race: human but with some elven
specilty: expert dragon rider
skill: close combat
sex: male
age: 74 but looks 23
bio: Blade is the grandson of Scyth, the leader of the pirate group named the Dragon Lords. Like all members of the Dragon Lords, Blade is an expert dragon rider but even at his young age he has surpased the most talented teams of dragon riders. His life long compainion is named Buck, a red dragon. Buck is the son of Drake, Blades grandfathers compainion. Oddly enough both were born the same day and immediatly had their blood mixed to strengthen their bond. Blade and Buck have never left the others side and have never had a disagreement. They have trained under their guardens have adopted similar fighting styles.

The Dragon Lords are a rag tag group of outcasts and their children that where chossen by a group of dragons that have cut most ties to their kind for unknown reasons. They have many hidden bases across the map, but most teams keep their own for their personal booty.

More bio will come when I have more time.

equipment: two sided sword and light armor

Weakness: Less effective if Buck isn't around, worrys to much about him. Not very good with long range weapons but has started to learn how to use a Bow.

[below_you]

OOC: Alright I'm back and I believe i'm joining this board.

IC:
Name: Branish Yarslav
Race:Human
Age: 26
Weapons: Two highly decorated whips, two beautiful six shooters

Armour/ Clothes: He wears a beautifully crafted purple robe with golden lace sewn around the edges, he as wears a purple swashbuckeler hat with a long white feather sticking out.

History : His parents were peasents living in a farm sharecropping community, they would tell young Branish that a great fighters blood in his veins. He grew tired of his meager existance in his families small hut. He left home at 15 and become a con artist. He poses as a man of noble birth making a fortune coning people out of their money. He is constantly on the move, mostly because his victims come after him. He has become an amazing fighter just out of protecting hisself from angry victims.

Goals: To make as much money as possible by coning whoever he can.

Weaknesses:He is very vain, and greedy. He hates to lose insanely bad.

Strengths: He is very smart and can talk himself out of about any situation. He also is very skilled with his whips. He enjoys useing them because he doesn't really enjoy killing others.
Location:New Haverna

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Branish walked off the train it had been six years since he had come to New Haverna and he had his fingers crossed that the merchants he had swindled in the past wouldn't cross his path. He walked out of the station and into the crowded street, people were staring at him struck by how rich and powerful he looked. He enjoyed this greatly.

He had to focus though, he needed to remember his goals. He needed to find his targets, the best targets seemed to be dwarf and human merchants, they seem to love it when new investment possiblities come into town. First though he needed to make friends, friends who wouldn't mind bending the laws alittle. There was no where better to find these friends than back alley bars.

As he walked though the door into the dark stingy bar everyone turned and looked at him. The cut throats and thefts all smiling at there luck that a noble had walked into their bar. Several stood up and began walking over to him. Branish had been though all this thousands of times before, he knew what he had to do, he pulled one of his whips and in a single motion all that had stood lay on the floor unconscious. He put away his whip and silently walked to the bar and ordered a drink, everyone else in the bar took their attention off of him and went back about their business.

[Erikjust]

At the mean time at the rich part of New Haverna, In a house that belonged to a wealthy dark elf there was quite and up roar, the cause of this where the reports of the failed assassination of the fisherman.

This is an outrage the dark elf Hassenhof where furious; you failed the assassination do you realize what this means, I have to use money in securing a substitute for the boat or client where supposed to have but now isn’t able to get.

The young ones where silent and let the old one speak for them.

Old dark elf: please forgive us your excellence, the mission was going perfectly my two students where moving in for the kill, but someone interfered.

Hassenhof snorted in contempt are you saying that a mere human got the best of you, I hope for your sake it isn’t so for if it is so I will hang you in cages outside this house to let the sun burn your skin.
The young gasped they had once before felt the burning touch of the soon that agony they wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

No your eminence the old one quickly said, it was a dark elf I swear by my life, I fought himself.

Hassenhof looked interested a dark elf you say how was he?

Like a whirlwind your greatness he fought whit skills and precision, none of even the greatest of my students have ever shown, it was like I was fighting Janos himself this fighter is a symbol of what we dark elves use our entire life in obtaining.

This dark elf did you notice anything about him Hassenhof said looking towards the sealing where several warriors where depicted, his clothes the way he fought anything that might indicate what house we are dealing whit.

The old dark elf grew silent for a moment like he was trying to remember: he was dressed in complete dark and open robe I think, his weapons where two katanas he used every shadow every opening in my defence to his full advantages.

He had no insignia what so ever on his clothes, but now that I think of it I think he whore a cloak of some kind, also from what I could see had he been a human he would have been no more then 35 40 years old.

That is all I can remember you Excellency.

Hassenhof pondered upon this a moment then he snapped his fingers, the house of Janos you said it yourself it was like fighting the legend himself; they are the only one who could have pulled of such a scam.
Yes it would be just like them if they can’t get the assignment nobody should have it, yes there matriarch all high and mighty because she is a pure descendant of Janos, bhaa as if anyone would interest themselves whit long dead fighter.
But this time she will not get away whit this no not this time, this time the elder will her of her treachery, she will stand trial and the name of Janos will be disgraced in the face of all dark elves yes that is what must be done.

The old dark elf bowed his head as you command your eminence.

Hassenhof looked down at the dark elf; yes I have another job for you my sources have reported Branish Yarslav to be back in these parts, fortunately for us and unfortunately for him we have been promised quite a large fee for dealing whit him.

Is he to be made an example of your greatness?

No nothing so harsh mealy thought a lesson, gather some students and have a few of your older ones set out to keep an eye on them, this Yarslev must learn from his mistakes against our client he is to be wounded not killed now go your presence bore me.
Hassenhof walked out of the room, and after he had disappeared the old dark elf and his students retreated quietly.

OOC: this boardwar is set around the industrial age though we aren’t too strict about historical facts; we must insist that you don’t use technology that hasn’t been invented yet.

If you are in doubt check here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page

We just don’t want any persons running around having jets and huge diesel trucks or a giant laser and other stuff that hasn’t been invented yet.

[Red Fox]

OOC: Ill make a quick limit to what we have. Transportation wise we have Steam engines and boats but not planes. If you want to fly play an Aven Insectiod or be creative. There are factories and electric dams for power and id say Maxim Guns are a prototype weapon that is highly hazardous. I'm going against the dragon thing. 50% of the dragons are left while the other 50% have gone off to another world to have fun. The dragons that are left are very hard to find and are evolving into Dragonkin to adapt to the new times. Erik are we in the same ruins? Old Haverna was wrecked by Deamons not an Aven.

IC:

Jowy looked at Janos and said, "I had no idea you were immortal. I can't even immagine what the pain would be like. You have my deepest appologize. It is sad that Argatha passed away. I had no idea. Indeed as I look around I see a sad place. When you forget the past it repeats itself and with the races becoming more seperate as the years pass evil will corrupt them. I'm not sure how long until the Avens leave this world to find a new one nor how long till the Insectiods follow and eventually the elves as well. Why i'm here is to warn of what is going to happen and try to help the next heroes in their coming trials. Janos not all of them will believe me but you can at least help them because you are still alive."

***********

Tar'ik finished off his drink then looked around again. A few more figures had entered the bar. He even saw an elf come and sit down. He went around asking about some others like him but only got laughs and stares. Humans were rude and Tar'ik knew especially when drunk. He went back over and sat down letting out a sigh the saw the elf next to him.

Tar'ik spoke out of the side of his mouth, "Not many different people like us around here. Have you seen any like me?"

[Erikjust]

OOC: Old havana might have been tried to be rebuild and devastated by the arven avatar catastrophe.
And about the dragon rider thing well, they might ride a little, but most of the dragons take the shape of a human or another creature and they don’t often changes I will explain why in this post.


IC:
Janos drew forth his old pipe lithe whit a match, and began smoking the sun was beginning to go high but as of yet the wall protected him whit its shadow.
It is barely a 100 years since she died, that was when I truly knew I was alone, I know not if I am immortal or not but time and death have ignored me for them I do not exist.
As for the different magical races well

As for the Arvens leaving this world it might not be so soon, not as long as there new leader is in command he is determined to make the Arven race multiple again.

The insektiods I don’t know most of them have locked them selves away in there forests only a few have come out, I haven’t been at there forest yet, mostly because I know they throw almost everybody out who even nears it.

The high elves when I was young and fought alongside of Agartha, they where a race I though hated also respected, now they have all turned into religious fanatics and I do not hate them nor respect them I just ignore them they have become pathetic in my eyes.

There are still dragons here and there, but they have taken the form of other beings humans and such, they don’t often change I found out a few month ago why when I came upon the remains of a dragon.
He had tried to change into his dragon shape or into a human shape I could tell, but his death where clear to me, his change had been irregular some parts had been dragon other human his hearth had latterly exploded when the pressure became too big.

I have later seen other chases of the same kind of things magicians trying to light a camp fire only to find them self incinerated in a few second, dying as there burned skin made it impossible for them to breathe.

But how do you suppose I should make them listen, I don’t even know where to start.
I know magic became irregular a few years after we locked away the demons, but why Terrial where spared when Pangaea suffered I don’t know, nor do I know why when terrial finally whiteness the failing of magic where hit almost twice as hard as we where.

I have been to Pangaea to look upon things there; they are just as bad people are suffering for the same kind of problem we face here.

So tell me Jowy since you are amongst the gods you must know of a place to start, I have spent years looking for answers trying to straighten things out, finding a solution but I only seem to get lost for every question I answer a 100 new ones takes its place.

So where do I begin?

Janos got on his feet and started walking into the ruins of a temple the sun where slowly beginning to cause him agony.

[Warmaster Death]

OOC: sorry for the lateness my sheet if i may present it

Garathorn Warhelm
Age: 400
Equipment: Warhelm family Heavy Armour, Wahammer and his ansestors custom made pistol, with added bits and peices.
Backstory: the Decendant of the great Garagrim Warhelm, Garathorn has practiced the same trade as his longfather, in the hope of once more leading the Warhelm clan to honor and glory

[$mAlLe34]

Allister awoke and got up slowly, rubbing his eyes as he stood up form his bed.

"How long did i sleep in?" He groaned as he looked at the time.

"My goodness! I definately overslept" He said as he noticed it was already late in the day.

Allister ran around hurridly, changing his clothes and going to the bathrrom before quickly munching on some lunch and running out of his apartment. He turned around and locked the door behind him as he ran to the super market.

"I haven't even been to the store in a week, gotta get something quickly" He said as he ran to the store, weeving and dodging around the large crowds of people.

He got into the store quickly and grabbed what he would need for the next week or so and payed for them quickly, feeling a little huffed and ran back quickly to his apartment to put them in his pantry before going out again.

"I think i'll take a drink" Allister said to himself as he put on his vest and walked out the door again.

Walking to the bar he noticed a few strange characters, a man with red clothes which seemed to be burnt in some spots, a arven looking creature and an elve...

"The crowd keeps getting weirder and weirder" Gaunt said under his breath

Gaunt went to the bar and ordered a beer, and sat down and drank it slowly thinking about his life, well at least from what he would figure out.

[Sheep]

Alvah got up, noticing another man had entered into the store, but walked towards the door, as he went past he noticed an elf and an dragonkin, he took little notice and opened the bar doors and walked into the sunlight where he shielded his eyes before putting his sunglasses on.

"An dragonkin with an elf...how rare" He said with a smile and walked away.

Alvah stepped outside and noticed the sun was still out, glaring at him as he covered his eyes and put his sunglasses on. He walked ot the gneral store and bought a newspaper, dropping silver coins at the counter as he walked outside reading it, flicking through the pages.

He stopped dead on the 5th page, and opened up the page before reading the article.

Article:
Today a man mysteriously goes missing, but this is no ordinary man. National Guard reports that he was an undercover agent investigating magic and his latest case was on a necromancer which was reported in Haverna a while back. National Guards also reported that the last trace of him was a letter left at his office, the office was covered in blood, the guards reported that the letter detailed his findings. Though his writing weren't taken seriously and mistaken for a folk tale strange happenings have been sighted since this mans death. The Investigation has been sacked though as many of the sightings were from lowly criminals or slums which weren't taken seriously.

Alvah read this carefully and speculated.

"This maybe something..." He said slowly

[Erikjust]

In a small tunnel deep under the capital city of the Vatican, one of the mighty cities of the high elves a high elf screams his death scream as his still beating heart is pulled out of his body.

A dark character holds it high in the air and begins to recite an ancient code, he breaks open the heart and lets the still warm blood flow down on the alter, he then picks up a knife opens one of his veins as the blood from the vain mixes whit that of the high elves the altar begins to glow.

The dark figure smiles soon very soon all these preparations will come to an end and he will finally could harvest that which he has waited so long for.

and then nobody will be able to stop him.

[WhO]

OOC: Are there still native creatures like orcs or something on Terrail?

Tyrenne sat upon a rock and looked at the setting sun, the day was getting late, an d he would have to arrive at the city soon. Tyrenne looked around and took careful notice of the ruins of the shrine and tried to imagine what the heroes of the old times went through back then jsut to help this world. He got up and walked out of the shrine, ever since the recovery of Terrail, no one has even bothered to rebuild the shrine, the world was truely changing, and Tyrenne could feel it in his bones.

Tyrenne walked through the ruins towards the humans city, its large spires oculd be seen in the distance, poking into the sky, a black fog continuously rising from its large chimneys, ever polluting the environment. Tyrenne spat on the ground at the thought.

"Will no one stop the humans from destorying our world?" He said to himself as he continued walking.

Tyrenne shook the thought of and formed his thoughts, it was going to be a long night....

[Sheep]

OOC: Yes i would say some survived the great struggles, Orcs, Ogres, and a few other things, untimately there would be a large amount of life we don't know much about, too many to name as well.

[Warmaster Death]

Garathorn cursed silently
"foolish manlings, always try to fix the machine before i get to it, argh, by the beard of my ancestors im sick of this" he always grumbled like this when he noticed that a human had tried to fix a machine before calling him, he was a Dwarven Machinesmith, it IS his job to know the ins and outs of every machine, but with that, he re attached the pipe that lead to the steam release, and was done.

wiping grease brom his brow he emerged from beneath the massive steam engine that powered the city gates

"dont EVER touch teh machine without my permission, let alone try to replace parts your not certified to fix" he growled at the man who had brought him to the machine, and with that, he set off for his quarters.

[Sword_Monkey]

Rashemar set about his daily duties, he started upcurrent, searching for bodies and goodies that may have been dumped in the sewers that he called home. The local gangs hadalready given him the days descriptions, if he were to find any bodies of the description they would be hauled off to be stored and then eaten, Rashemar never hd to worry about food,a n the gangs paid him a bit too. As for his normal wage well it wouldn't support a human let alone his mighty gullet, but he kept it up, it was fun, but sometimes he found things he never really liked. He loved mysteries though, there was nothing better than finding the source of a particular smell, or chain of litter, such was his petty life.

OOC: to pull me into the plot if Erik or someone simply dumps an important body, or I overhear a sewer meeting between to evils or so on, just to make my character curious and investigate.

[below_you]

Branish had left the bar after making a few new "friends". One man had pointed him in the direction of a wealthy dwarf merchant who was a true fool with his money. Branish would soon go and woo this dwarf and fleece him of everything that he could. For now though Branish would stay at an expensive inn and have a little fun around town.

He had just left the inn and was on his way to meet with a woman who he had known for years. Scarlet a lady of the night, she had make a good living while Branish was gone and had become mistress of a large group of females of all different races. If anyone could point him in the direction of more victims, it would be her and her girls.

Her home was in the richest part of the city and Branish could barely believe his eyes when he saw how extravagent the building looked. He walked into the house and was warmly greeted by a beautiful young human female, who told him that Scarlet waited for him in her study. Everything in the house was expensive and beautiful, but something about the way the human girl had looked at him told him that not everything was right.

He walked into the study, his body tense. Scarlet sat alone at a table sipping a glass of wine. The room was dark just one candle burned, the walls were hidden from his view by the darkness so he could not tell the true size of the room.

Scarlet: Come in my love, sit and drink of my wine and tell me of your adventures.
Branish: I'm afriad that i do not have the time or the energy to tell you of everything that has happened to me in these years, and I am sure it is the same with you. I have actually come here on strictly business matters, although your beauty distracts me.

At this Scarlet rises and walks over to Branish, leans over and kisses him. Then takes a step back and looks at the floor. She weakly whispers "I'm so sorry Branish."

Before Branish could even react he sees movement in the shadows. He pulls a pistol just as dark evils come sprinting from the shadows. Branish knows from the second he sees them that they do not want to kill him. If they did they wouldn't have let themselves be seen. He fires a gun and hits one of the legs, he whips around and knocks another in the head with side of the pistol. They come onto him to fast. He takes down several others, wounded but not dead,before he feels a knife slip into his back. Branish falls to the ground. Everything starts to go dark.

Just as he passes out completely he over hears alittle of what is being said.
Dark Elf Leader: You fool you almost killed him. You better hope beyond hope that he survives that blow.
Young Dark Elf: I did not mean to master. He was putting up more fight than I had expected. What do you wish we do with him?
Dark Elf Leader: He should survive, wrap his wound and take him to the sewers, throw him in a rubbish heap, that's where he belongs.

[AMARDA]

Rykar nodded. "I think so, at least they looked a bit like you." he said quietly. I saw them in the mountins about a year back."

OOC: Sorry for the short post, I kinda got in trouble with my parents so I'm not allowed on the computer much.

[Erikjust]

In the town of Vatican, the captain of the guards hurried inside to a hall where the bishop and the mayor where waiting for news.

As the captain entered the hall he bowed for the two people.

The Bishop eyed him; he had been drawn away from his preaching a thing he wasn’t very fond of he was the first to speak: I have been summoned here at your request mayor, now I demand to know the reason for this summoning I do not enjoy leaving my church at this time a day.

Be at ease your holiness the mayor said I have summoned you here because we have news of the stolen artefact, I believe you called it the dark hearth.

The Bishop lightened up a bit, what news do you have of it have the culprits been apprehended, have this holy artefact been returned to us?

Well not exactly the Mayor shrunk a little I need you to explain what this artefact does.

The bishop face turned from half soften to the look of a man who has just been insulted: You have called me here to answer a question that any other man of the church could answer, this is outrageous and insult to my very person!

Mayor tried to calm the bishop: please I promise that this isn’t an attempt to insult you and everything will be answered I promise, your holiness.

The bishop eyed the Mayor he still look quite insulted but spoke: in the years of the great separation where the traitor Rezo betrayed his people and joined the dark gods, a dark elf sacrificed his soul to the dark gods in exchange for power over life.

The dark gods took his soul and granted his which, he where now able to raise the dead from there grave trapping there very souls in there bodies denying them purification, the gods of light saw this atrocity and called out to a priests commanding him to vanquish this unholy foe.

As the priest confronted the dark elf, the fiend tried to convert him into his service promising him powers untold of if he would renounce his faith and pelage his soul to the dark gods.

Yet the priest remained true to his faith and called out to his gods for the power to do there command, they heard him and blessed his staff whit the power to smite this unholy thing, raising his staff the fiendish dark elf covered in the light of the true gods and thus the priest struck hard and the dark elf died.

A great victory was won that day for a servant of evil had died, yet his unholy remained it evil would not be cleansed by the light, and although the priest staff where destroyed he died not fear encasing the heart in a layer of golden metal covering it whit rubies its evil where sealed.

He placed it in this holy of churches, and we have guarded it ever since, for the chosen of the gods knows that it is our duty to protect the world from this evil.

Amen the Mayor said praise be to the gods of light, for we are there children we are destend to survive.
Now for the chase we have recently have much trouble whit increase amount of undead roaming our severs, our captain of the guards are unable to solve the problem we believe that it is the work of the dark heart, I have summoned you here to ask if it is possible to awaken the dark heart once more?

The bishop thought of it in a moment then answered: if the shell where broken and the hearth laid on and alter most foul, if the blood of the righteous where sacrificed to it and the forbidden dark arts used on it the evil could be revoke.
But nobody is allowed to use that magic the punishment would be death.

Mayor shrunk even further as he said, well there where one who we court many years ago using the dark arts, his farther was a noble and a benefactor of this town sooo we thought it would be best to quit it all down and just banish the perpetrator.
We thought it was all over yet recently we have had some high elves down in the pour section of town disappearing whiteout a trace.

If the Bishop where insulted before he was furies now, cursing and swearing threatening to ban the Mayor from the church for eternity before he finally calmed down: we will discuss this later for now tell we what you plan for to do about this.

We plan to issue a reward world wide for who ever can stop this, and return the hearth to the temple.

Make it so the Bishop snared and pray that they succeed, or you will find that the gods can be very exact in there punishment to those who ignore the law.

Upon those words the Bishop left.

[Sheep]

Alvah threw the newspaper in the bin, then noticed a man with posters coming his way, he stood aside as the man walked past him to a wall and stuck the poster to it, Alvah read it closely. It was to do with the article no doubt, apparently there was a necromancer, who had stolen something, a reward would go out to those which could retrieve the artifact and bring it back to the church in Vatican. Alvah sighed noticing it was quiet a long way away to get to such a place.

Alvah had gotten an idea though, the sewers connect to the cities, and one could travel through them at quicker pase then over the rugged terrain on the land, better yet it was in the shadows, so should anything be there he would have the advantage, but he would need a map, the sewers were long, and a wrong turn could put him of course, and possible trap him down there. He leaned against a wall and thought.

[Erikjust]

As dark elves returned they where debriefed, by another dark elf Hassenhof had gone to the dark elves city to state his claims before the Elder.
He had left an older dark elf named Camorof in command, he where to take care of business in hassenhof´s absence.

Was the mission a success Camorof was sitting in a chair whit the two dark elves bowed down in front of him.

Yes your greatness the elder dark elf answered whit his head bowed.

Camorof smiled excellent and the notes were placed as our client wanted.

Yes my lord everything went according to plan, he provided a little more resistance then expected, but we managed to get down we dumped him in the trash as ordered.

Camarof nodded I trust there where no casualties.

None where killed your greatness, we received a few wounds our healers are healing the young ones as we speak they should be able to go on missions in a few days or so.

Camarof asked a little impatient at what of the notes where they placed according to plan.

Yes my lord one note warning him to get out of town, or our next attack will be fatal for him, the other note is that of the high elves we placed it under his hand he should discover it as he tries to get up.

Camarof smiled excellent you are dismissed, till further notice.

Aye my lord the elder dark elf rose up and left the room.

Camarof smiled he send for another dark elf and ordered him to summon the lady Scarlet, the job where done now it was time for her to pay the rest of the fee.

OOC: just a little side note anyone who wants can control the dark elf or give them a job to carry out.

[omega the end]

Blade and Buck emerged from the hidden cave they used for their own treasure. It was noon and a clear day, perfect for a trip.

"Lets go somewhere" Buck said

"You always want to go 'somewhere', how about giving me a name this time" Blade luaghed as he said this

"Haverna? Its been awhile since we walked with pure breed humans, and I hear the crowd is getting pretty diverse this time of year. Maybe there will be a parade..."

"You know all to well that you won't fit in there in this form. You'd have to change shape and thats to dangerous at this time with magic getting all weird."

"Magic is fine here, I can change now and we can take the train there."

"Fine but hurry, I'll go get some money from the cave."

[Sheep]

Alvah walked into the bar again, he would need to find someone who had a map through the sewer systems, and could help him. He sat at a table and looked around carefully, checking to see if there was any possible characters who would have such a map. He spotted a human sitting at the bar wearing goggles and a leather jacket.

"Possible..." Alvah said getting up.

He walked over to the human still drinking and sat beside him before saying.

"Good day mister, I have a question, would you mind answering?" The man turned to face him suprised a little.

Ignoring this Alvah continued.

"Would you have a map through the cities sewers to another city?" Alvah said

[$mAlLe34]

OOC: I'm assuming your talking to my character...

Allister looked at the figure, he didn't look like someone to mess around with, and an untrustworthy person as well.

"Even if i did ,you would need to have authorization to access this map, and i doubt someone like you would have authorization to do it...why do you need it anyway?" Allister said.

[Warmaster Death]

Garathorn strode into the bar, thirsty and annoyed
"you got any good beer yet?" asked the Barman with a grin
"yes master warhelm, as i say every time we meet, we have the best beer" the barman poured some some strong ale from a tap into an old dwarven mug, Garathorn brought the mug to his lips, and drank half of the contents right there and then
"not bad" he admitted, content to drink and fix machinery all day.
but when he looked to his left he noticed two men talking one seeming agrivated, adn over seewer maps, Garathron laughed
"bloody humans, argue over anything" he said

[Sheep]

Alvah got up and smiled, see a dwarf which had just walked in.

"A good enough answer, may i have it is the question?" Alvah said

"What if i say no?" The human said

"Well then.." Alvah paused giving a glimpse of his gun to the person, enough to show him that he meant business.

[Erikjust]

he can´t help you little man

None of these people can help you, but I know one can oh yes i do, the voice sounded from the shadows.

From one of the corners in the bar, a hooded figure sat in at a table partly covered in shadow, and for a small fee I can tell you where to find that person.

So are you interested or will you rather take your changes in the sever network, hoping to find your way before you realise that you are hopelessly lost down there?

[$mAlLe34]

"Who are yo.." Allister said a little worried before getting up, ready to draw his own pistol.

"I wouldn't try" The man said

Allister eased a little.

"Fine, i'll give you the map, but where your taking it, i'm going with you...." Allister said.

[Warmaster Death]

Garathorn cracked his knuckles and his neck when he saw the gun
"ohh, a barfight, havent been in one of these for a while" he grinned but he turned to the hooded figure, his posture defensive rather than agressive
"bah, bloody manlings and your ilk always hiding behind Cloaks and such, not even worth my time" he growled, getting back onto his stool, and going back to his drink

[Sheep]

Alvah listened to a voice of the figure, and stood ready to draw his own pistols.

"Wait.." Alvah said signalling to pause to the man he had just talked to. "By he way, my name is Alvah" He said

"And who might you be?" Alvah said to the figure, almost as if telepathically. He also kept his eye on the dwarf.

"Stay there dwarf, this is none of your business..." Alvah said

[Erikjust]

The stranger laughed, and even whit that map you will still be lost, the severs are ever changing, failed magic is thrown in those severs you wouldn’t even get half the way, little gnome.

But then again a map like that doesn’t show the dangers down there, I tried once nearly killed me, but I know of a person who can take you where ever you want to go, and whit a little fee I can tell you where to find him.

But then again you might want to try and take your changes whit all the things running down there, I imagine that they will find your bones sometime next year picked clean and scattered all over the severs.

But who i am is not important who you should find is more important, give me a little fee and i will tell you where to find him.

[$mAlLe34]

"Nice to meet you Alvah, i am Allister, a technician, there seems to be many beings in here to day..." Allister said.

Allister also stood ready to draw his pistol, just noticing the hodded figure at the corner of the bar.

[Erikjust]

So what is it going to be are you going to give me my money, or will you rather face death in the severs?

The hooded man sounded a little impatient.

[Warmaster Death]

"dwarf, not gnome, i am Garathorn Warhelm, decendant of the great Garagrim Warhelm, Runesmith and mechanic, not some vile pointy hat wearing weakling" Garathorn replied snidely, his hand falling into his coat, reaching for the Ancient pistol of his longfathers, the old Revolver that had shed the blood of almost every race on Terrail.

[Sheep]

Alvah walked up to the hooded figure. Dropped some gold coins on the table and watched the figure carefully.

"I am aware of the beasts lurking in the shadows don at the sewers, but please do tell me this person, i'll see whether or not i believe it once i hear it" Alvah said

"And if you lie to me, i will find you, find you and kill you" Alvah said

[$mAlLe34]

"Jesus its heating up in here" Allister said seeing a few people running out of the bar.

"Nice to meet you to Garathorn" Allister said smiling at the dwarf. "Don't see many dwarfs nowadays" Allister joked a little.

"In any case, lets leave this to them, i wouldn't trust that hooded person.." Allister said, his face a little more serious.

[Erikjust]

The hooded figure laughed Alvah could see the rotten teeth in his mouth, you don’t scare me boy but the question is do you have the guts to go to the ruins old the old city?

Alvah just looked at the man.

So you do eh well listen up then, go to the ruins of old, in the middle of the city you will find a temple, there you will seek a elf of darkness who sleeps amongst the dead.

Yet even though he sleeps amongst the death, death itself has ignored him, he is older then you can possibly imagine and he is the only one who knows the severs better then any map.

I have said my piece; now go, so I can enjoy a beer paid by your money.

[below_you]

Branish awoke the pain in his back a side note to the horrid smells around him. It was pitch dark where ever he was, and it smelled like death. He was horrified as he realized that he was in the sewers laying in a mass of something. He knew that being lost down here meant near certian death.

He noticed there was a paper in his hand, but it was too dark to read it. His attackers must of put it here. He put it in his pocket and he stood up. There was only two things he could do now, that was walk and pray that he find a way out. He put his hand on the wall and began to walk as straight as he could. He was weak from his wound and mostly just stumbled along.

He had gone what he felt was a far way, when he took a step forward and instantly fell into waste high slimely water. He waded to the other side pulled himself out and sat down against the wall.

"Well I never thought it would be the sewers that would claim my life." He said to himself.

[Sheep]

Alvah stared at the figure for a scant few seconds before turning around, someone who could finally be older then him, Alvah smiled.

"A worthy challenge.." Alvah said to himself

Alvah walked to Allister.

"Bring your map, and meet me at the outskirts of Haverna, if your brave enough human" Alvah said.

"You may be helpful to dwarf, you can come as well, no doubt you heard where we are meeting, feel free to join us" Alvah smiled as he walked out of the door.

[$mAlLe34]

Allister just sat at the table for a while.

"Should i go?" He said to himself...

Allister got up and left the bar, leaving some coins where he had sat and walked to the apartment, went to his room and opened the door before walking in and looking out the window. The same view, a bustling city, over flowed with people and toxic fumes.

"I guess a change of view would be nice..." Allister said to himself as he grabbed the map of the sewers, stuffed it in a backpack, grabbed some food and drinks along with what other things he may find helpful and left, locking the door behind him as he ran towards the outskirts of Haverna.

[Erikjust]

Janos had retreated into the temple amongst the catacombs he felt at home, a place of silence a place of shadows a place where he wouldn’t be disturbed.

Perhaps this time he would even dream of the time of old, a time where he had been young and things less complicated, he smiled to himself as he closed his eyes even though he knew that that time had long since passed.

The ghost of Jowy had disappeared for now, but Janos knew that it would only be a matter of time before the ghost of his former friend would show up again.

But until then he would get some sleep, immortal or not he still needed to sleep from time to time.

[Warmaster Death]

Garathorn prduce his pistol and loaded all twelve rounds into the chabers
the other looked at him incredulously
"created by my longfather, Garagrim Warhelm, and well met Allister, i suppose we had better keep this manling out of trouble" he said, slipping the pistol into a holster inside his greatcoat.
"shall we?" he indicated for the door

[$mAlLe34]

OOC: already ahead of you warmaster

[Sheep]

Alvah walked through the streets, walking past huge crowds of people, all these things were of the past to him. He remembered before the great struggles, before the deamons came how peaceful it was. Things were simpler back them, so much easier, but now, all that was taken away from him, and he had very little time left for remorse or fear.

Continued walking, reaching the slums after a few hours walk, the day was getting late, Alvah cared little though, he looked around at the broken buildings, this is waht man kind has debased itself to. He eventually reach the outskirts and leaned against the ruins of a building.

[Erikjust]

OOC: just al ittle reminder before i hit the sheets, you can control Janos but follow the guidelines i have set out for him.

he will never call himself by his true name nor will he ever openly say that he is Janos, he might give hints like Garagrim yes i knew him bloody headstrong dwarf, he could always think of acting whiteout thinking things trough and things like that.

in short he might give small hints who he is but he won´t say it openly.

[Warmaster Death]

OOC: yes, $mAIl34, but in the timeframe we are trying to convey, it was meant to be said at the same time as your guys.

got it Lestaki

IC: Garathorn headed straight for the old town, to check things out.

[$mAlLe34]

OOC: Ok...So am i currently with you, or are we in different areas?

[Warmaster Death]

OOC: well Garathorns walking directly rto the site, no stops, so if your guy went to get his stuff together id say Garathorn is ahead by a bit

[$mAlLe34]

OOC: Ok

Allister Ran towards the outskirts of Haverna, hopefully Alvah would be there, as he ran he noticed the slums, and looked at the run down houses and the rubbish littering the dirt pathways, and as he finally reach the outskirts he noticed a figure leaning on a wall of the last building.

"Hello there" Allister waved

[Sheep]

Alvah noticed Allister running towards him.

"Wheres the dwarf?" He said

"He's meeting us at the ruins" Allister said as he reach him.

Alvah nodded and stood up and began to walk towards the direction of the ruins.

"Lets go" Alvah said

"Buts its night, should we not set up some place to sleep?" Allister said

"I do like a nights walk..." Alvah said as he continued walking.

[Erikjust]

Janos awoke it was close to midnight he had slept most of the day, he had had a strange dream one that concerned his younger days as a mercenary, he tried to remember what exactly it had been about it has been in his early days as a mercenary.

He had been quite green at that time, and had it not been for a human mercenary who had taken it upon his shoulders to train him; he would have died many times over.

Janos went out into the night whit only his pants on; perhaps the cold air would help him remember what had that job been about it was all a blur, it had been on a summers night like this one he and his trainer had been called to the elven city.

No it wasn’t exactly in the elven city; it was more outside of the elven city Janos could remember the smell of spruce, his trainer had ordered him to stay in the shadows and not do anything before he told him to.

Janos could remember that he had heard something of what the elven messenger had said something about and elf who had sought to destroy the dark elves whit dark magic, but something had gone wrong and the elf was now wreaking havoc whit this dark magic, they couldn’t do anything themselves as the shear scandal would devastating if there leaders found out.

His trainer had agreed to do the job, but asked for half in advance he had gotten the money and the two of them had set out to find and take care of this trouble.

Exactly how they had found him Janos couldn’t remember nor how they got to him, since he seemed to remember that this elf had a lot of undead bodyguards.

He could however remember something from the fight how they had fought against him and how he had finally beheaded him, but why had they cut out his hearth he couldn’t remember or he hadn’t asked.

Yet something that was as clear as day he could remember, that when they had gotten back they had been ambushed by elves, he had been knocked half unconscious and left for dead yet his master had fought harder and taken a few elves down.

At last he too had been hacked down and as he lay mortally wounded, the elf who had hired them had cut his throat, he would have done the same to Janos but had had the “kindness” to tell why they had done this to them: Whit them cleared out of the way, nobody would ever know the truth,
They would be free to come up whit any story they wanted.

Janos had been caught by a burning rage, and in a split second he had drawn his swords and beheaded the elf, as he had run of into the wood he had heard a boy cry screaming that he had killed his father.

Janos had always hated the elves after that, but that was long time ago why did he think of this now?

But it was night time for him to go.
He went down into the crypt, but suddenly he though he heard somebody coming he hid in the shadows, if they had come for a fight or just to look for ghosts he would grant there which.

[omega the end]

Blade and Buck had collected enough money to last 10 elven life times, not that either planned living that long. Blade gathered enough for a few months in a large sack along with clothing and other various peices of equipment.

As he started back towards the entrance of the hide-out he felt something he never had before. It was a very unpleasent feeling like all his veins exploding, he tumbled to the floor and let out a scream that shoke the entire cave. He remembered an old friend telling him of a similar feeling, it was the feeling of your partner dieing.

Blade lept to his feet, his heart beating way beyond what was normal and safe. He navigated the tunnels like he had for 40 years, but it seemed longer than what it should have. When he finally reached the end he yelled out for Buck, he then looked to the ground and saw him. He was stuck between forms, dragon but human at the same time. Blade turned and threw up, he then fell right there and cried in his own steaming puddle of regurgetated lunch.

A week passed till he moved back into the comfort of the cave and sent a meassage to his grand-father. Two months later he began to venture out of the cave, he was offered another young dragon but he declinded and left the Dragon Lords behind. Ever since he has toured the world looking for anwsers as to why his friend died. But every lead ended up pointing him somewhere else. His most recent lead has pointed him to Old Haverna, this one came in a dream with Buck and a glowing Aven.

(This all happened in the past. Blade has just arrived in New Haverna)

[Sheep]

Alvah walked towards the ruins.

"It is here that the person said there would be someone.." Alvah paused.

"Keep an eye out for anything" Alvah continued as he walked through the ruins. He drew his pistols, incase anything was here, his acute senses seeking out anything irregular.

"Maybe we should yell and see if anyone replies?" Allister suggested

"Nah" Alvah smiled "That would ruin the fun"

[$mAlLe34]

Allister shrugged and walked forwards and sat upon a rock before yawning.

"I dunno about you, but i think that guy lied, i don't think anyone is here honestly, and i am feeling rather tired" Allister said stretching out before lying down for a while to look at the stars.

"At least you can see the stars here...The smoke from the city constantly blocks out the stars back in Haverna....." Allister paused.

"Not to mention its nice a quiet here...." Allister stood up again.

"I dunno what your expecting, but i really don't think anyones here, that guys description of the person sounded weird, and i didn't get one word of it..." Allister said again ignoring the awkward silence falling over them.

[omega the end]

Blade stepped off the train and took a breath, then coughed it back up.

"Buck would be very angry, what did these humans do to this place?" He asked himself.

He went to a near by tavern and asked the bartender for a hard drink and directions to Old Haverna.

"Kid, no one goes there anymore. That place is huanted. And I ain't given you a drink of anything, we're closed."

Blade pulled out a beautiful dagger and pressed it to the bartender throat. "Directions, and a drink NOW!"

The bartender cowardly backed away and got the drink and wrote down the directions.

"Thank you sir" Blade walked towards the door but stoped at a table, he set down six gold coins which was highly overpaying, then kept on walking. After half an hour of sprinting across town Blade reached the edge of the ruins of Old Haverna.

[Red Fox]

OOC: sorry ill make a nice entrance into where T_55 and Alister are.

Tar'ik signed as the elf gave him the response then noticed two humans arguing and left. He walked out putting his hood over his head. He had heard every single one of there words and would join them as it would be less threatening to go in the sewers than in the sky to a new city. As he walked he saw a half elf and felt somewhat of a conection occur. Some draconic presence touched him but he shook it off.

Reaching the slums he pulled his cloak off and tied it around his waist. Streching his wings in the air he crouched down then jumped off using his powerful legs to get enough air so he could fly with his heavy armor. He flew towards the ruins and landed in them. They matched the humans description and he landed folding his wings over his armor to prevent from making too much noise.

He heard a two figures talking and looked around the corner accidentaly steping on a twig causing it to snap. He swore and folded his wings out holding his hands up as he walked around the corner.

Tar'ik said rather embarassingly, "I don't mean to frighten you but i was wondering if i could come with you in the sewers. I heard you two talking in the bar."

[Erikjust]

Janos had heard there voices, so they wanted fun he knew how to give them that, the old bell still hanged at the top of the tower it would ring when it was storm.

Yet in this quiet weather it wouldn’t give sound, but Janos knew a way to claim to it and make it ring, claiming to the top of the tower in less then 5 minuets Janos stood beneath the bell.

There where still some robe from when the bell ringers used to ring whit the bell, some of it had been cut of but what remained would endure many years yet, Janos began to pull in the robe and soon the bell began to ring.

A slow ghostly ringing, that would keep up for sometime enough for Janos to claim down, and begin the second level of there “fun” using the shadows to hide in , he snuck close to the intruders whispering here and there never the same place twice.

Then whit small amounts of smoke bombs not enough to secure his escape, but enough to make the intruders feet disappear in something that would resemble mist.

He then appeared as a shadow spawned by the night itself: what do you want mortals, why have you disturbed my sanctuary, speak up or leave this place.

[Sheep]

Alvah stood ready.

"Greetings dragonkin, you have come at impeccable time, feel free to join us" Alvah said quickly as a bell rang, then hearing whispers

Alvah looked around as smoke began to arise.

"This is interesting.." He said to himself quietly

"Ah so you would be the person i was sent here to meet...I guess that that man wasn't lieing after all...my apologise, i am Alvah, but i am no mear mortal as you may have it, but down to business, i have come here to ask if you would lead us through the sewers....to the city of vatican as there is a large sewer network which links them all up, i was told you know a way.." Alvah smiled

"Oh and i am not scared of simple trickery, i have become long accustomed to it...if you would be so kind and show yourself?" Alvah said again

[$mAlLe34]

Allister shivered.

"Are you sur..sure you want to do this?" Allister said

"Aren't you the one who chose to come?" Alvah said

Allister sighed and took out his pistol and readied it.

"I just hope your right about this, and it doesn't get us all killed" Allister said as he turned around and just noticed another person had joined them, but it was not the dwarf Garathorn, it was someone else.

"I don't mean to frighten you but i was wondering if i could come with you in the sewers. I heard you two talking in the bar." Said the other person

"Well thats alright, were already getting frighten by whoever this person is..." Allister said

[Erikjust]

Janos came from the shadows in the light from the moon he looked like a dark elf who (had he been human) would have been no more then 35 or 40 years old.
Yet his eyes told a different story they look like the eyes of and old man who had lived longer then the appeared to have.

You where a human’s form of that I can see, a small wind caught Janos´s cape and lazy it blew his hood of reviling his face, it was clear to every one that he was a dark elf.

Yet looks can be deceiving I would be the first to know, I am Menoc though not my true name, it is what most people in these surroundings know me as, you can call me what ever you want it doesn’t matter.

I know the way to the Vatican trough the severs and caves, yet I must ask you why do you choose to go that way, when you can go by train to a station less then a day away.

Also I an curries what do you think you can gain there, most of the people that live there are religious fanatics, who believe in lies and half true tails.

Bha and to think I used to respect them Jason said to himself in the time of Agartha, the high elves where a force to be reckoned whit, now they are just pathetic.

Janos pulls forth his pipe lith it and began to smoke, he went over to a piece of a wall and sat down on it, so tell me then why would you want to go there and why should I bring you there?

[Sheep]

Alvah eased.

"I was expecting a fight..but i guess not, but i agree with you, the elves where once mighty, but i care little for that" Alvah paused looking up at the moon for a scant second before turning back to face Menoc.

"I have lived long to, but unlike you, i enjoy seeing the crumbling of nations, the endless time, as i will see the humans civilsation crumble as well, it is rather..quiet interesting really" Alvah pondered on.

"Alas i go to the sewers becuase it may challenge me, i do not do it for the reward nor for anyone else's needs... i recently read an article in the newspaper yesterday, and it had details only a necromancer would hope to accomplish, and i thought, a necromancer might be a good fight.." Alvah smiled

"And i thought, where a better place to hide then the sewers for a necromancer, dark, seemingly unknown, filled with danger, though i am not quiet sure what i can offer you into bringing us there, other then adventure perhaps, one who has lived such as long as you would surely want to use time up" Alvah paused as he waited for a reply

[Erikjust]

Time Janos almost spat the word, the very god who has left me. I do not know of your origin stranger, but I was born a mortal thus time was a part of me now it isn’t.

I will take you to your destination, but you must follow me at all time, if you get lost I will not turn around and look for you.

I know the sewers like the back of my hand, but that doesn’t mean I will bother searching every inch of it every time a would be hero gets lost down there.

As for your Necromancer, it is highly unlikely that he hides in the sewers to much left over magic, if he really hides somewhere he will hide in the caves below the sewers.

They are vast and few know of them, you can meat me there in and hour or such, get what ever you need I’ll be waiting for you.

Janos jumped down from the piece of wall and walked towards the shadows where he disappeared as swallowed up by it.

[Sheep]

Alvah laughed.

"So it begins...." He said to himself as he walked to join Allister and Tar'ik.

Alvah leaned against a wall.

"Time...i had almsot forgotten that word" He smiled as he remembered the days he was younge.

"Its seems like such a long time ago.." He said to himself as he got up and looked at the two.

"Well, he has said wee to meet him, and we have an hour to prepare: Alvah said

[$mAlLe34]

"Thats good..." Allister yawned

"I'm just gonna take..a little nap....wake me up in a few minutes" Allister yawned again as he looked around for a suitable place to sleep.

He found a wall and sat against it and dozed off.

[Warmaster Death]

Garathorn Emerged from the shadows, having heard the entire conversation
"hmm, lets go then, we can sleep where we are to meet him" Garathorn tapped Allister with his boot
"comon, its better to wait there and be early, than to wait here and be late" he added

[omega the end]

Blade saw the group of people out in the ruins.

"What odd people, it seems I'm not the only one drunk enough to walk with the dead"

The group then started to walk towards him so he met them halfway and asked where they were going and what they were doing.

[Erikjust]

Perhaps not Dragon rider, the voice came from behind Blade, Janos stood half hidden in the shadows so on his figure showed.

Yet question is not if you have the courage to walk amongst the dead, it is why you chose to do so.

Heh strange I thought the Dragon riders was all but extinct; the dragons have all but from this realm magic grows more unstable for each passing year.

Tell me elf why do you walk amongst the dead, what answers is it that you seek that you can’t find amongst the living?

Death is not a place for the elven kind; they belong amongst the woods where magic is still strong, not here amongst the humans where nature has fallen, so why are you here.

[omega the end]

"I seek to learn why my partner and best friend has died and this is where I was told to go to by him and a glowing white Aven."

Blade turned to see Janos. He seemed oddly familiar, then he realized that his grandfather had told him stories about a Dark Elf that looked like him but he couldn't remember a name.

"And what is a Dark Elf doing all alone, shouldn't you be with your friends killing for the humans? And I havn't ridden a dragon for sometime now, all that remains of that life time are memories and money."

[Erikjust]

Janos laughed you remained me of your grandpa distrustful to the end, is he still alive or has death claimed another.

For your friends demise elf I can give no answer, I can tell you when the cause of his death started, but to answer why I can not.

You look bewildered tell do you find so impossible for death to ignore a person, if that is the chase then what am I, but a shadow of a man who death and time has ignored?

And no I am not one of them; they are young and foolish seeking to mimic what they don’t understand, they believe that by going mercenary for the humans they close in on and ancient hero of there’s.

They don’t know the truth as to why he became what he became, why he chose to cast all aside ignoring his heritage even though it would have made him a leader much earlier then he became.

You have your answer there is nothing more for you to find here, go home dragon rider sore the sky whit the time you have left, for the time of the dragons is coming to an end.

Soon they will leave this place and so will your people and the Arvens and at last if they have not gone extinct the insektiods will leave there forest and join the others in memory.

[below_you]

Branish had fallen asleep against the wall deep in the dark sewer when he was awoken by a strange sound. It sounded like something dragging along the ground. He stood and headed to the sound. He thought that it may be one of the sewer cleaners they could help him get out of here. Just to be on the safe side though and he pulled out his guns.

As he rounded a corner he could see a light burning down farther down the tunnel. As he drew closer he could hear voices. Soon he could make out what they were saying.

Voice 1- We always have to do his dirty work.This is so gross, why do we have to be based down here in the sewers? Why can't we do all this out in the forest or something?
Voice 2- Because there aren't any dead bodies out in the forest. You know that the master needs these bodies. It won't be long and he'll be ready and we'll all be kings when that happens.
Voice 3- Be queit you fools, it's time to cover the piles with the oil. We have enough for now. The master wants these bodies up and walking as soon as possible.

Branish heard a bottle open and it's contents being poured out. He then heard the three who were talking run away. He waited until he could no longer hear then foot steps then he stepped into the light. He was in a large room the stench was unbelievably bad. A few candles burned in the room and what he saw shocked him. The room was completely stacked with dead bodies. Then to his complete horror almost all of them were twitching and moving. Some had actually began to rise. Twisted rotting bodies some must of been dead for weeks, standing on their legs barely able to move forward on their rotting legs.

Branish let a small terrified sound, all at once ever single one of these dead beasts turned their heads and stared at him with their glassey eyes.He raised his gun and fired one shot into the nearest one. The creature stumbled backward, but then it began walking forward again. Branish relized that he was not going to be able to stop these creatures, seeing how there had to be more than a hundred of them. They were all walking toward him now, growning and moaning. Branish knew this was no time for heroics so he did the first thing that came to his mind. He grabbed a torch from the wall and began running down the hall that the voices had retreated down. He didn't know what horrors awaited him, but surely they could not be as bad as this hell.

[Erikjust]

The Necromance stopped for a brief moment his incantations; this was interesting a living man running from his creations.
Normally he would just conjure some more servants to take care of this problem, but this man had potential, he knew that the maggots of the Vatican would properly already have send for would be heroes to take care of him.

But this man if persuade he could be a useful tool, now to contact him.
In the days of old before he was born a small astral projection would have been enough, but in this day and hour such things where to risky to risk.
Fortunately there where other ways of magically contacting a person, that didn’t evolve such high risks.

Walking over to a wall, he found the spot on the map where a small diamond representing the person speed away from his army, he graphed a hold of a larger green gem that represented the ghoul’s whit a twist of the green gem he ordered them to stop.

The small diamond continued to run, straight into and era where one of his golems where posted.

The necromance touched the red gem it glowed shortly, as the golem awoke from its slumber.

Suddenly in front of Branish stood a tall golem, which seemed to be made out of branches mud and what ever you could find in a sever, the golem opened its mouth several maggots crawled out as it began to speak.

Holt your movement little creature I which to have a word whit you, do not fear this puppet of mine it will do you no harm unless I order it to do so, I have and offer for you one that will secure a great deal of money for you.

To make sure I have your attention I will offer some gold in advance, the golem began to make strange noises as it literally vomited, a small bag that opened up as it hit the ground a few gold pieces fell out of it a half dissolved hand was holding on to it.

The golem spoke again such materiel values is of little if no use for me, but I am sure that such things are of good use to you, now do I have your attention or should I order my golem to make you a part of it?

[below_you]

Branish stared at the gruesome creature in front of him, terrified beyond belief. But as the words poured out of it's mouth his fears began to dissappear. The money that the voice had offered him was no small amount, and this intrigued him. He did not care what this being wanted be it evil or good, Branish cared nothing of morels and the thought of making large sums of money meant more to him than anything else. The man who was controlling this beast was very powerful, and power meant one thing to Branish, money.

" Well I do not know what you desire of me. But it appears that we may have something to gain from each other. You tell me what it is you desire and we may be able to strike up some kind of business deal." He said with a small smerk on his face

[Erikjust]

Had the golem been able to it would have smiled, instead more maggots just fell out, Excellent.

This is my command you will follow the team that is heading this way, they will be lead by a dark elf, gain there trust and assist them in there journey here.

When they reach me I will flood them whit a small amount of my minions, you will take care the backward flank when they are close to you, then you will abandon your team-mates.

Should they survive that assault, I will provide you whit a new body and new troops to command, you will need to stall or destroy them till my preparations are completed.

I expect you to follow my orders, should anything happen there is a small gem at the bottom of the bag, use it to contact me if need be also if you need to leave this place simply return to my servant they will do you no harm.

The golem dissolved into the things it was made of and became one whit the water once again; soon there was no trace what so ever of a golem ever being present.

The Necromance released his grip on the red gem, what fool this mortal where he would indeed get a new body as his hearth would be ripped out of his chest, the hearth of darkness would take its place.

The necromance had long since discovered its secrets; the heath could only reach its full potential in the body of a living being, unfortunately the carrier would be blessed whit enormous strength yet his intelligence would drop.

A perfect tool to control, the mortal might gain the ultimate power, but he would be the one to pull the strings soon he would be in control of this puny little world.

[omega the end]

"My Grandfather is still alive, although he doesn't venture out much anymore. Are you the one he spoke of so much? THE Dark Elf?"

[$mAlLe34]

Allister groaned.

"Midnight, and i still haven't slept, i dunno how you people do it..." Allister groaned as he trudged on, eyes closing and openings as he fought of the lingering need to sleep.

"In any case, i am rather peckish" Allister said as he woke up a little and opened his bag up and pulled out a sandwich and began to eat it.

As he walked he noticed another figure standing close, he seemed to be talking to something in the shadows, but Allister couldn't make much of it out, his vision still a little blurry since he was rather tired.

"Hey you there..." Allister yelled to the person

[Erikjust]

Janos smiled perhaps, perhaps not it does it really matter? You came here looking for answers well there are none to be found here, only ghosts and lose ends, I should know after all I have hunted this place ever since it became reduced to ruin.

As Allister shouted Janos used the split second Blade was distracted to slip back into the shadows, as Blade turned around Janos had gone, yet a small piece of paper lay on the ground it was the request for aid at Vatican.

On its back side a small note was written, the severs at midnight.

[Warmaster Death]

Garathorn advanced on Blade, pistol drawn
"and who are you, may in inquire" garathorn asked, pulling the hammer back

[omega the end]

Blade unsheathed his sword, and held it up to attack on a split seconds notice.

"I am Blade, I was told to come here. Now I am told to go to the sewers at 12. Now its my turn, who are you and why are you walking on the dead? Have you no respect?"

[Warmaster Death]

"i came to see someone, i saw somwone, and its noe of your buisness" Garathor said, the family warhammer in his hand.

[below_you]

Branish stood there in aw of what had just occured. Then suddenly he felt his body shaking and his head began to hurt. The shaking stopped and he relized that he knew where he was and how to get out of the sewers. His new master must have transferred this knowledge into his mind. He walked down the halls toward the exit that would put him with the fools he must trick. Traps were placed at random points, but he now knew where they all were so he carefully avoided them. He had been walking for a good twenty minutes before he had come to the exit point.

Branish smiled, this was going to be fun. Tricking people is what he did for a living, these common folk won't stand a chance. He pulled open the hatch in the ceiling and let himself into the outside world. "Let the games begin!" he thought to himself.

[Erikjust]

It was a little over midnight when Janos arrived at the manhole they would have to enter, he had changed his clothes to something more suited for this journey, at his side where a small bag whit remedies he knew would come into use.

As he sat in the shadows and waited he call silently into the night, Jowy are you there show your self.

[Sheep]

Alvah walked in the middle of the two his two pistols pulled out.

"Save your fighting for a another time, right now it is getting late, and we must to get to the meeting area" Alvah paused

"Well we seem to have quiet the party here...of course it'll be interesting to see how all of you fight.. in any case we should hurry now, time it running out and i am rather bored" Alvah said easing a little and sliding his pistols back in their holsters.

[Erikjust]

Some time later the party arrived, Janos rose up and existed the shadows, you certainly took your time a few more minuets and I would have left I do not like to be kept waiting.

He open his bag and threw something towards Alvah as he caught it looked like a staff whit a globe on.

Shake it Janos said as he removed the cover plate, Janos didn’t wait for them but jumped right down into the hole.

As he landed in the sever water he pulled another staff from his bag and shook it, it began to glow whit a bright white light.

Janos stood in the light of his orb and then said impatiently well are you coming or what.

[Sheep]

Alvah smiled and jumped down into the creeping darkness.

"I shall remain behind, everyone else behind Menoc quickly" Alvah yelled as the group gathered around the sewers.

One by one the members jumped in, and soon the group was of.

"Tread carefully, and keep an eye out for anything out of place..." Alvah said

[omega the end]

Blade was very uncomfortble, he was used to the vast expanses of the sky not the tight quarters of the sewers. He pulled his sword out again to be ready for anything then he took point with the Dark Elf.

[Red Fox]

Tar'ik barely fit in the sewers to the point where he was slumping over with his wings wraped around him and his longspear would be useless due to others in his way. He pulled out his Carbine and checked it for shots and then preped it whiping off excess oil and suck. It was nearly the size of a rifle for a human and rounds bigger than one but he wasn't exactly a small creature. He still felt that faint nagging on him about the half elf.

[Warmaster Death]

Garathorn leapt down, his pistol in his hand, ready for anything, he looked about grimly, although he never really expected to find anything.

[Erikjust]

They had walked for some time now Janos hadn’t spoken that much since they left the surface, they had encountered a few troubles along the way, Janos had whiteout a word charged into battle.

To those who took there time witnessing his fighting style, and not try there best to avoid being eat or torn apart or some other thing, noticed that all though this dark elf seemed young in appearance he fought whit a skill that could only come from experience collected over more years then this dark elf seemed to have lived.

At last they made halt in a rocky cave far below the sewers it was warm down here, but at the same time the air was fresh some of the members could have sworn the felt a light wind down here.

As if answering and unasked question Janos said: the wind is from a mage, who tried to cast a wind spell, it failed and instead of releasing a powerful wind that would have swept the opponent away, he became the wind and dissolved into pure air that is forever renewed and circling the cave.

We will camp here for the night, do not try and wander of on your own or you will find that getting forever lost is the least of your problems; there are things down here better left undisturbed.

[Sword_Monkey]

Rashemar had picked up the scent some time ago, he had followed to many dead ends, not willing to believe they had left the sewers. His lack of a find led him to the final pathway. A group of surface walkers had entered the sewer system and were heading for the subterranean caves below it. Rashemar was curious, and interested if any should accidentally die, if you travel into the caves you had better go prepared, then again it could just be some very adventurous kids, still childmeat tasted so sweet.

He followed barely able to register the scent but it was strengthening as he neare the cave entrance.

OOC: some way behind you, I'll only catch up i you stop or turn bak, plus I'll soon be wriggling to you, no legs haha.

[Sheep]

OOC: Don't worry were camping for the time being so gives you some time to catch up.

[$mAlLe34]

"Its so dark in here i'm suprised you can tell its the night" Allister said as he sat against a wall.

"In any case i'm glad were stopping for a rest, wake me when we move out again" Allister said as he dozed off.

Had they really walked for that long since Midnight? Another day was gone already? well he guessed he was lucky at least, they had encountered few things since their meeting, and nothing to be to worried about, and he would finally ge a rest now, he was feeling rather tired after all....

[omega the end]

Blade sat down to sleep but he didn't feel right and was up the whole time. He spoke with some of the other people but just to pass the time, and didn't get into details on why each person was even here.

[below_you]

Branish had watched as the group had entered the sewers, and he had followed at a distance as they had made their way to their camping ground. If there was two things he could do right it was sneaking and lying. He had done the sneaking now it was time for the lying.

He slowly covered his clothes in muck and filth and he opened up the wound on his back then he slowly walked out of the shadows and into the cavern in which his prey rested.

" Oh thank the gods people. I do not care if you are thieves or murders, I have been lost down here for some time, and I thought I would surely perish here in this horrid place. I am wounded and need help, if you are thieves then please just kill me now. But if you are honorable people please help me out of this place." He said calling on all of his skills of deception.

[omega the end]

Blade hopped up and grabed the man, he threw him down to the ground and pulled out his dagger. All within a few seconds he had done all this and had his dagger against the mans throat.

"Careful what you wish for, what do you guys think?" He looked up towards the starteled group.

[Erikjust]

Janos raised an eye brow then said: leave him alone, treat his wounds and then he can go whit us if he likes, he can then either join our battle or return to the surface whit the nearest manhole.

Now quit jabbing and let me sleep.

Janos rolled over and pulled a blanket over him, making it look like he went to sleep and where veiling to leave anybody down here that disturbed his sleep.

In truth his plans where quite different, retreating into the shadows Janos went deeper into the cave, there where things he had to do.

[Sword_Monkey]

OOC I've been searching for the reason behind Janos's weird speech is he psychic? Why doesn't he get normal speech marks?

[omega the end]

No he is just to lazy to put quotation marks I guess.

IC: Blade released his hold on the new comer and withdrew his dagger. "Pick your words better next time fool."

He then retreated back to his resting place and tried to get some sleep.

[Erikjust]

OOC: if speech marks are these " " there is a reason why I left those out, because the way I read them, you are being sarcastic when you use them.

[omega the end]

We use these " " to indacte when we are talking, it helps us know when someone is talking to use or when they are talking to themselves. Not to indicate sarcasm. ;)

[below_you]

These individuals had fallen into his grasp. They believed him to be a frightened fool lost in the sewer. They had wrapped his wounds and he had lain down on the outskirts of the group.

"You all have treated me kindly. I will join your journey, you may find me to be some help. Now I have just one question, what is this journey that we are on anyway?

[Sword_Monkey]

Rashemar listened intently, his position from the rocks was a perfect hidy hole, if he could just stop shaking, there were too many humanoids.

[Sheep]

Alvah looked at the new comer intently, watching his every movement before sensing something out of place, something which wasn't meant to be here. He looked around for any possibilities but could not see anything in this darkness. He ignored this is continued to look at the new comer.

"Looks like we have quiet the group.....though something is not quiet right about that person, but i can't quiet put my finger on it.." Alvah said as he leaned against a wall.

"Well we should rest a little while longer before we move out again, i do not wish to spend more time then there is needed in these stinking sewers" Alvah said

"So rest while you can....you'll need it"

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From the darkness it watched, unseen and undetectable it had hidden itself well. It glared at the group of people from the surface and watched them intently. It continued watching observing each and every person, analyzing them as if to see which one would pose the biggest threat.

The creature dissolved back into the darkness appearring again in a cave where the neromancer sat upon a stone chair.

"What of the news?" The necromancer said

"There are a large number of the outsiders, they rest in the cave enterance" The beast said meliciously

"Good..Good, the plan is almost in place,l what of their situation, is now a good time to start?" The necromancer said

"Many are awake, but some should be resting soon...good time to am..ambush them sir" The creature said

"Excellent, everything is going according to plan then.." The necromancer said.

[Warmaster Death]

Garathorn simply stood in the middle of the group, Paranoid in the sewers, he could almost see clearly, but to many decades on the surface had limited his vision in the dark, but he kept the hammer of his pistol in the ready position, and he kept the family Axe, with its revers Hammer head in his other hand.

OOC: the Axe has an Axe head on one side, and the Square block of Steel of a Hammer on the other.

[Erikjust]

Janos had reached his goal it was a small river at the end of it where a cave, Janos entered it.

Removing and old sheet he uncovered some small vials whit a liquid inside.

He took a few, “this should work just fine” he said to himself, a Necromancer such as he is not to be taken lightly.

He would have bodyguards, that were for sure and not all of them would be amongst the living. These acid bombs would work well against organic materials, now if only those idiots could keep themselves from being hit by those bombs it would work fine.

Janos wrapped them in a piece of cloth, he had better return before the rest of the party began to suspect that Janos didn’t sleep where they thought he did.
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Meanwhile at the Necromancers layer he became aware of somebody was missing.

The Dark elf he where no where to be found, this could prove a problem, no jokers where allowed in his plan this wild card where to be eliminated.

Summoning a small rock golem in the cave he gave the order search and destroy the dark elf, and should anyone interfere kill them as well, but leave his tool alone he would have need for him later.
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Janos returned to the camp making it look like he had just waked up, he picked up his staff shook it and a bright light filled the camp.

Janos: “get up we are leaving now, keep sleeping and you can find your own way back”

[omega the end]

Blade was up and ready to go in under 5 seconds. He then help another get ready as fast as possible.

"Does anyone else feel that?" He looked around and all he saw were befuddeled stares. "Those tremours, they are getting harder, you can't feel them?"

[Sheep]

Alvah got up.

"I was wondering when we were going to go...."Alvah said as he stood up from sitting on a rock and smiled.

Alvah could sense something in the distance, something out of place, he quickly grabbed the staff that Menoc had given him and shook it and peered into the darkness, he could not yet see anything, whether this was good or bad he would have yet to find out.

He turend back to the group and looked at the people who had joined them, he had never expected for such a large party to join, but this was their choices. Suddenly he heard it, a clanking in the distance. He stood ready, his hands at holsters trying to peer into the darkness and see what it was, then suddenly a half rotting face appeared, followed by another, and another, until the cave was filled with dozens of creatures, some raised by magic, others tamed by the necromancer, all bearing all manner of weapons.

"Here they come, prepare yourselves!" Alvah said as he pulled out his two pistols.

[$mAlLe34]

Allister rubbed his eyes and got up, hearing the yells and talk from others in the group, but got a large shock as he saw a rotten face not to far from his, he got up with a fright.

"Ah GOD, what the hell is that" Allister yelled as he got up pointing.

He looked around seeing others in the group prepare themselves, unsheathing weapons and aiming their guns, Allister calmed down as well, well at least as much as he could, and pulled out his pistol. Looking rather feebly compared to what the other carried he waited for the right moment.

"Looks like we have a fight on our hands" Allister said

[Erikjust]

“Zombies!” Janos yelled and graphed and acid bomb and threw it at a zombie steam oozed out of the broken ball dissolving the flesh of the zombie.

It fell apart in a puddle of dissolved flesh; Janos drew his swords and threw him self in the middle of zombies and began chopping up the zombies.

Despite that they where closing on him, he quickly graphed another couple of acid bombs and threw them at the nearest zombies, this could quickly turn ugly.

[AMARDA]

Rykar had followed the group to Old Haverna, but there he had walked to an old memorial, the dead did not frighten him, only the living. After all the dead are dead, never to walk the earth again, right?

His wandering took him to an old building, one half collapsed. Inside were tombs to ancient hero's, and though there bodies may not reside within, they were honored just the same. This place was special how ever, inside the building was a tomb devoted to his favorite hero of legend. Khale. A small box like structure built into the side of the wall that was used for prayer. This was were he was going to come all along, how ever he hadn't felt like it earlier.

After a time he left, going to follow the group that he had followed here. There path was easy to find, and it led directly into the sewers. Without hesitation he lept into them and followed what he hoped to be the right path.


The path he followed was correct, leading him to the group, unfortunately the way he arrived in the campsite was not very pleasant. Rykar had been working his way through a large pipe when the floor gave way.


OOC: I need a way to join up with you all. As for the map a new upload is ready.

http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/7577/map3234243ua.png

I want to know where I can put some of these cities your mentioning.

[Sheep]

OOC: Thanks for the Map Amarda, it looks great, i'll think about some of the cities and where they can be placed and tell you a little later. Were currently stuck fighting there, so it should give you some time to join up with us.

Alvah saw Menoc leap into the horde of creatures and smiled and leaped in himself, firing his pistols, each shot finding its mark, especially when the numbers were so large. He punched back a zombie getting to close to him and dodged the claw of a creature, firing his pistols as he ducked down to avoid further bear hugs from the zombies.

"Well what are you guys waiting for? Fight already!" Alvah said as a zombie hit his head, he shook of the feeling, feeling a little dazed, re-aiming his pistols and firing again, the zombies attacks were slow and ponderous, and almost anyone could tell what move they were about to make, but the creatures tamed by the necromancers had the cunning and strength to match and fought on with ferocious attacks.

Alvah felll back as the zombies closed on him pulling out his knife and stabbing another zombie.

[Erikjust]

Some zombies got close to Janos, in a quick move he sliced the first two in half, yet the other got close enough and in a quick attack its teethes sank into Janos’s arm who roared in pain.
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The Necromancer suddenly shuttered a full blood, but they had all died there where no one left, how was this possible?

The heart of darkness where a dark elf heart or so the legend said, to access it full power and keep your mind, you had to use blood from a dark elf where the magic that had made them was still fresh.

He had tried several elves and a few dark elves, yet there blood had been to thin it had only sustained the heart not rejuvenated it, the Necromancer had calculated that if a being whit full blood where used the hearth would be fully rejuvenated.

But they had all died Janos had been the last, but he had died almost five centuries ago, and whit him the last of the full bloods.

And here it was a dark elf whit full blood in his veins, this was to good too be true, touching a special stone on the wall he contacted his tool.

“Get the dark elf to the place where my golem awaits, do what you must but he has to be alive, if he dies the price for your failure will be higher then you can pay”.

[AMARDA]

OOC: Good, I can't wait to complete that map, its really bugging me.

IC:

Rykar was not feeling good, the fall had giving him a splitting headache. The tunnel he was in wasn't that big, just barely enough for him to stand. Slowly Rykar made his way along the tunnel.

[below_you]

As the zombies waves came Branish felt a small headache. He heard the words of the Necormancer. He must do as his master commanded him. He pulled his whips and began to lash out he beheaded the zombie that was bitting Janos. He took down several others before he yelled.

"I've ran into these things before, they don't stop coming, I thought I had lost them but they must of heard us talking. There has to be hundreds of them. We can't stay here we must move. Follow me I think I know a place down the path that we can fortify ourselves." He said this as he pointed down the tunnel that would lead them where his master desired.

[Erikjust]

Janos was still bleeding from the place where the zombie had bitten him, he felt insecure on his legs.

“Very well” Janos said breathing heavily “we make a break for it”.

Using the remaining acid bombs Janos began to clear a way in the zombies, and began running towards the spot pointed out.

As he reached the spot suddenly a golem exploded up from the ground and graphed Janos, in his weakened state he couldn’t fight back and the golem sank into the ground carrying him off.

Yet before he disappeared Janos threw a piece of paper on the ground, he had sketched a map a long time ago, but he had never used it.

[AMARDA]

Rykar found him self inside a cave, unfortunately it was full of zombies attacking another group. My 'good' luck, what would I do with out it? Ah well, might as well help those people out.

"Hey, walking dead, over here!" Rykar yelled as he charged through a lesser concentration of zombies. Arriving beside one of the others fighting them. "Hello to you good sir, mind if I help you out a bit?"

OOC: Any one can respond to that last comment. Also I claim the role of official map maker for this board war.

[omega the end]

"Well hello, I don't mind at all." Blade smiled at the new comer.

Blade then proceded to expertly slash at the zombies as he made his way to where Janos droped the paper as he was taken away.

[AMARDA]

"Well I'm Rykar, may I ask who you are?" Rykar shouted as he slashed a zombie in half.

[omega the end]

"Blade, former Dragon Lord. Nice to meet you Rykar, how the hell did you end up here?"

Blade saw a zombie coming up behind Rykar so he luanched himself towards it and cut off its right arm and head in one swipe. He then stood behind him to watch his back hoping Rykar would return the favor.

[Erikjust]

The golem erupted from the ground in the hall of the Necromancer, the Necromancer smiled”Well well well what have we here, my pet has returned bringing a gift, a much wanted gift”

He turned around walking towards the golem, he pointed at the golems chest “if you please my pet” the golems chest exploded reviling Janos he was half imbedded in the golem but his face was hooded.

The Necromancer graphed a hold in Janos´s hood “now now it is not polite to conceal your identity, especially since I went through so much trouble getting you here full blood, now let’s see who you really are”.

The necromancer tore Janos´s hood of, Janos looked down on the ground. The Necromancer graphed Janos´s hair “I said lets see who you really are!”

The Necromancer forced Janos´s head up to have a better look, but at the moment he did he immediately released Janos´s head, and stepped back his face reviling disbelief and confusion like he wasn’t able to believe what he had just seen.

“Y yo you! But that’s not possible you are dead you can’t be alive, this is some trick you can’t be him, yet here you are alive looking exactly like your statues this is and unexpected turn of events”.

The Necromancer got a hold of himself, and then he smiled like he had figured something out:” So that would explain why your blood is full of the magic that created the dark elves, you are him you are Janos the son of Rezo the creator of the Dark elves, yes trough your blood my goals will finally become real”.

“Pet strap him above the altar, let his blood flow the ritual can begin, ultimate power is in my grasp”

The golem obeyed becoming one whit the sealing, it floated upwards till it hung over the alter, forming two sharp nails it pierced trough just below janos´s wrist and soon small drops of blood began to drip down on the alter.

The Necromancer laughed this was his final moment, his moment of glory soon he would get his revenge.

[AMARDA]

"I got here by sheer luck alone, and thanks for that." Rykar said as Rykar moved to help Blade.

[Red Fox]

Tar'ik blew a hole the size of his fist into a zombie sending it flying as he reloaded his carbine. He looked around for everyone while kicking off another zombie that had gotten close and fire two rounds at a crowd of them. Growing tired of wasting ammo he slung his carbing into its holster and grabed his long spear and began stabbing.

He fought his way over to Blade and Rykar and said to the new one, "I am Tar'ik. We can have more formal introductions later after these undead are gone. Blade did you see where the Dark elf went?"

[Erikjust]

the Necromancer was well underway in his ritual, yet because of his connection whit the zomies he couldn´t consentrate proberly,whit a short mental comand he ordered the remaining zombies to charged forward and end this disturbance.

At the same time he ordered his tool to retreat, he would need his pressence in case some of the insekts survieved.

Janos tried to wressel free from the golem, yet the more he tried to break free the more dizzy he became.

the necromancer smiled the dark elfs blood gathered in a chalice, soon the cup would be filled and then his final transformation would take place, and then the power of the heart of darkness would be his.

[Warmaster Death]

the sound of Garathorn's pistol was deafening, all twelve shots flew out in rapid succession, each expanding to three times their original size on impact, the rounds blasting open two zombie's heads and damaging the limbs of others, one shot even took off a Zombie's arm at the elbow.

[omega the end]

"He's gone, a golem took him. We need to get across here to where he was taken, he left us something and the golem left us a path to where we can find him again."

A large zombie came running through the pack of smaller zombies, Blade grabed Rykar and pulled him to his right to dodgee it. The zombie unable to change course stumbled through the newly formed gap. Blade swung his sword at its legs but it got stuck in them and he was dragged along. When he got his barings he realized he was heading for the hole of the golems path, he yanked his sword out right before the zombie fell in. He slide a few feet more and ended up right next to the peice of paper the Dark Elf left behind.

He grabbed it up quick and took a quick glance at it, A MAP!!! He slung himself up and called to the others. "Get over here! We can't finish off these things yet, we need to get moving again!"

[Erikjust]

Janos was trapped no matter what he tried there was no way he could get free, those zombies would soon finish off his group, they where slow and dumb yes but there strength in numbers would make sure that they where the winners in the long run.

He had to do something and soon, after a few moments Janos decided what he had to do.

Concentrating he summoned the spell he decided to use, he only prayed to a force he no longer believed in that this would not fail.

Using all his focus on the spell he channelled it through the necromancer’s crystal, he used the spell to start a small quake in cave, this would eventually start a small cave in hopefully the group would get the idea and run.

The rocks would finish of the zombies; perhaps then the group would be able to finish off the Necromancer before his plan came into action.

[Sheep]

Alvah jumped up and ran over the zombies, taking small leaps landing on somes heads and quickly leaping off them before they couold grabbed hold of him. He landing down finally after having ran across the zombies and noticed a figure in the dark. THe necromancer...

He aimed his pistols and fired, the necromancer sensed this and moved out of the way and doged aside as a massive fist came down upon him. Alvah smiled.

"Must you use your pet to fight me?" Alvah said as he fired into the golem. Alvah dodged aside again as the fist came at him again, he ran bock until he hit something, he turned around and saw a zombie and smiled as he ducked. The golems fist came down upon the zombie, the impact hitting others and killing them as well as alvah slidded out of danger.

"Damn i dno't have time for this..." Alvah said as he concentrated on getitng the others out of the circle, firing his pistols again he hit more zombies.

The zombie army was lessening, but they fought on even as the last of them died and the group stood among the dead and rotting bodies. The necromancer cursed desperately trying to complete the ritual. Suddenly a knife hit his back and the necromancer screamed in pain before turning to the group.

"Thats it! I'll finish you all of myself!" He hissed as he shot a energy blast at the group.

[Erikjust]

Suddenly the alter started to glow bright red, the Necromancer laughed “you might have interfered whit me, but my victory is secure”

He turned his back Alvah snapped whit his fingers and several zombies appeared around Alvah.

I will let you whiteness my triumph, he lifted the cub and emptied it rather quickly, he smiled and threw the cub aside he skin began to boil and vaporise reviling a dark flesh, he threw his hood aside he was an elf but now he turned dark.
The necromancer smiled “you came here for my hearth well if you want it take it”, taking a sword from the alter, he cut his chest open reached in and tore out his own hearth and threw it at Alvah.

He then graphed the hearth of darkness and inserted it in his own chest and his wound healed, he laughed as a seconded change began to happen”you know what it is almost a pity the rest of your group isn’t here, but that can be changed”

Whit a snap of his fingers the zombies around the rest of group dissolved, allowing the group to get to Alvah.

“Now” the necromancer smiled “that we are all here lets welcome the last of your group” whit a mere gesture of his hand the golem holding Janos to the ceiling emerged whit Janos still hanging from it.

“You know him as Menoc and old little mysterious dark elf, but else then that perfectly normal, but that is not who he truly is, do you know who he really is hmm guess”

The necromancer smiled, Janos was too weak to say anything.

[$mAlLe34]

Allister was breathing heavily, never in his entire life had he had to fight so hard to protect himself. At this point and time he was beginning to doubt that going on this adventure was ever a good idea and was beginning to feel a little home sick. He felt queezy as the smell of the caves smelt horrid to him and continued to look ahead at the one so called the 'necromancer'.

"Now you put him down you weirdo, or we'll give you a rightous beating!" Allister yelled to the person as he suddenly pulled out his heart.

“you came here for my hearth well if you want it take it” The necromancer said

"Oh god, i think i'm gonna be sick.." Allister said as he turned away, he turned back fighting the urge to throw up.

"Does it look like we want your heart?" Allister said grossed out a little, he pulled out his pistol again. Allister stared in astonishment as the necromancer placed something inside of him, where his heart had just been ripped out and suddenly the wound healed up.

"Now thats weird.." Allister said worridly

[Erikjust]

The Necromancer laughed “well small insects, have anyone of you even the slightest idea of my prisoners identity, no one”

The Necromancer laughed “this is great you hear that dark elf, they have been travelling whit legend, a person worshipped in many a temple and they doesn’t even know”.
“Ohh you pour deluded creatures, you are about to face death and yet you are ignorant of the greatest event in your pitiful lives, but I am not whiteout mercy if you ask I shall revel my prisoners identity before I let my pets eat you.”

Janos tried to say something but all that came out was some hoarse words “No….Don’t”

The Necromancer smiled: “It seems like my prisoner doesn’t want his true name reviled, yet he is not in command here, so what do you say insects shall I reveal his true name before I kill you?”

[Sheep]

Alvah laughed.

"Heh, does it look like anyone of us cares of what his name is? He can call himself whatever he wants, i had already suspected him from the beginning" Alvah said as he looked at Menoc.

Now...How are we gonna hurt that golem.. He thought as he looked at the necromancer. The necromancer looked at Alvah puzzlingly before shrugging.

"I'm sure you don't care, but what of the others? Besides i'm done playing with you insects, prepare to die fools" The necromancer said

[Erikjust]

The Necromancer hands glowed as he threw two large balls of lightning towards the intruders.
The Necromancer bellowed in laughter and didn’t even care when the balls of lightning destroyed his own servant.

“I have the hearth of darkness in my chest, you can’t hurt me every wound you try to inflict upon me will heal I am a GOD! And you, you no long exist!”

Something caught his attention and he threw another ball of lightning towards the golem holding Janos, it blew to pieces and Janos fell on the ground.

Whit his arms free, Janos was able to make the movement’s whit his arms that allowed his to cast a small healing spell on himself.

As his strength returned Janos spoke loud and powerful”Necromancer in your arrogance you have committed a fatal error, one that will cost you dearly”.

The Necromancer laughed”brave words from the ones whose blood allowed my plan to succeed”.

Janos smiled “it is my blood that will be your doom, you know who I really am, but you don’t know I was here when the original carrier of the hearth of darkness was killed”.

The Necromancer conjured two large spheres of lightning in his hand”Is there a point in this, before you die”.

Janos laughed spotting “Indeed there is because unlike what you think you know, the original carrier was not Dark elf he was a high elf, the very blood you thought would grant you victory are now slowly killing you”

The Necromancer laughed”what a pitiful last sentence everybody know, the carrier was a dark elf and I I.

A sharp pain spread in the Necromancer chest, in a moment he knew that Janos where correct, the hearth of darkness was slowly killing him.

The Necromancer felt a burning anger, “what is wrong” Janos said sportingly “felling a little ill”

The Necromancer was furious and screamed in blind and uncontrolled furry and anger “You tricked me you accursed dark elf!” whit two powerful trusts the Necromancer threw the two lightning balls at Janos who just stood there.

At the last few second before the lightning balls hit Janos, Janos raised his cloak as a shield covering him completely.

There was a huge explosion and as the smoke cleared a tattered cloak soared down on the ground.

The Necromancer laughed “you see the immortal is dead and you will follow him!”

[$mAlLe34]

"I'm not gonne die here" Allister said as he aimed his pistol and fired.

"If he has a weakness which we can inflict upon his now is the time to tell us Menoc" Allister yelled to the dark elf as the group jumped into action and launched themselves at the necromancer.

Allister re-loaded and continued firing and ducked and covered his head as a lightning bolt flew overhead.

"Too close for comfort.." Allister said to himself as he stood up.

[Erikjust]

The Necromancer laughed insanely “The dead can’t help you insects, you are mine now and you will be dead before dawn”!

A sharp pain in the necromancer’s chest, made the ball of lightning meant to vaporise one of the intruders, miss and only fly over the head of its target.

The Necromancer coughed some blood up for every time he used his powers; the hearth of darkness would eat away his life force the Necromancer only became more furious by this, his before so mighty intelligence was quickly being replaced by blind berserker anger.

He replaced the lightning balls whit pure lightning he wheedled it like a couple of whips; he wanted to kill every last one in this cave including his tool.

If he was going to die so was every last one in this cave.

[Sheep]

Alvah dodged aside as a lightning bolt flew past him, and jumped up as another one hit his feet.

"Would you stop using your magics and fight me ahdn to hand necromancer?" Alvah yelled over the insane laughter of the necromancer and the yells from the others in the group.

Suddenly Alvah was hit by a lightning bolt and flew back, hitting a wall, he checked the side of his gut and noticed the burnt skin and cloth.

"s***" Alvah wheezed as he tried to stagger up, but found his legs failing him.

[Warmaster Death]

Garathorn Stepped out from the shadows, Revolver leading the way.
his finger squeesed the trigger gently, and a bullet sped off for the Necromancer's head, with three other shots following in fairly rapid succession.