The Other Legion

(Sorry if it seems like Im just jumping into these forums)

All characters in this RP will belong to The Other Legion. Unlike most RP's you will not start off seperate from each other. The Other Legion is a band of warriors, chosen by a Royal Council. These Warriors have never met until this point in their lives, forced to group with one another to vanquish an evil spirit.
In the heart of a vast land called the Green Domain, stretching miles into distances uknown. In the middle of the Green Domain, surrounded by mountains and woodlands, there is said to be a circle of rocks, piled together by the gods themselves, here an evil force has been awakened and seeks to reek havoc on the world of mankind. The Other Legion must go where ordinary men would not dare dream off, and find a way to vanquish the evil that gets ever stronger.

Alright, the storyline layed out: In this RP I will not be one of the characters. You all will be characters that I will mod. By that I do not mean play god over you buy I will state when there are significant happenings in the RP, enemies appear, and such things. You yourself may choose what to do, abandon and run, fight, whatever your character would do. Its your own actions and your own fights, I will not mod that.

So, in lamented terms, Ill inform you of your obstacles, whenever in the RP they will be. I'll state your choices as well, but since your going to be grouped hopefully you'll all stand and fight everytime. :-D

Name: (Self-explainatory)

Age: (Over 18 and under 50)

Weapons: (Swords, Staves, Flails, etc)

Appearance: (How your character looks like. Does not include clothes and I will not be accepting anyone who posts pictures to describe their characters.)

Apparel: (The clothes your character wears. Again, I will not be accepting any pictures for this category.)

Bio: (What was your life like before the council forced you to become part of their legion?)

Name: Craig
Age: 50
Weapon: Warpike
Appearance: The poor guy is going through the stages of becoming an old man. Although the years of gaurding his town kept him fit and muscled, his hair is graying, and his face is wrinkling.
Apparel: Tough chainmal, steel paddings, and a navy blue tabard covering them.
Bio: The the guard/police/muscle of some town too unimportant to be remembered or named. Always there to give the vile monster around town a fatal stab or two. One day a couple of folks with in fancy get ups showed up in front of his humble home, and forced him into the Legion.

Name: Ferino Delesin

Age: 23

Weapons: A staff made out of a very durable metal that has a magic amplifying orb at the top.

Appearance: He has a very stern and young looking face.

Apparel: Not following normal dress code for a mage, he wears simple peasants clothing. However, at times when it's neccesary he will wear his robes.

Bio: His parents had died when he was only three and he was forced to live with his grandparents. His grandfather was always a very nice man, and had the gift for physical magic. That trait had passed on to Ferino and he found out when he was only seven, giving him more time to practice. He trained with his grandfather for ten years until he was seventeen and then his grandfather died of old age. Ferino has been honing his skills since then and has become very powerful. Powerful enough to be asked by the council to rid the world of evil.

Name:Slate (can't remember his full name)

Age:21

Weapons:bare hands(orbs he has in his hands that make his physical attacks full of magic)

Appearance:well rounded body,white hair and green eyes

Apparel:normal clothing

Bio:his parents were murdered when he was 5 he had sworn revenge on the killer and from that day he trained once he had become one of the best warriors he went treasure hunting he found orbs which made his physical attack full of magic

(We shall start after at least one more entry)

Name: Kierri Urbis

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Weapons: Steel sword, Iron dagger.

Appearance: Skinny/lean, average height (5'9-5'10), long braided black hair, big blue eyes.

Apparel: Black head band, black cotton shorts, grey tunic, thin black vest.

Bio: An active, hyper child at youth, and over abused the abilities of his fast speed. Exiled (really actually ran away) at age 14 for being accused of murdering the village chiefs son, for some time he was a wanted criminal until the bounty hunters that went after him notified his status as dead.

The beaming rays of sunlight blasted through the windows of the great hall, illuminating it with grand bursts of light. It was the place where great kings sat on their thrones, royal marriages took place, and the hall where the members of the Royal Council met if there was anything major needed to be attended to. The Council sat together at one end of the hall in seats escalated above the others. Below them and further down, seats remained empty. Warriors had been called prior to this day, and now the Royal Council ordered the doors to be heaved open.

(Read the storyline on the first post, if you do not understand what is happening at this point. The Other Legion has not been formed yet, and noone as of yet is in the hall. Stream in.)

Craig walked into the humble hall suprised. He hadn't seen a building this shabby since... forever in his world. He stared down to his chest. His chainmail was replaced with shiny plate, and his tabard cleaned and mended.
"Now if only they could have done something about my wrinkles..." He frowned.
Craig sat himself on the last left chair, putting his feet onto the polished table, his pike (also ridiculously polished) sat on the floor next to his chair. He took out his cantine (polished without his knowledge) and began drinking.

Edit: My apologies, didnt exactly know what to do until now.

Kieri jumped right into the room, as the double doors had already been open by someone else. The room was nice, or maybe it was he hadnt entered a building for so long. In the corner he spotted an older man drinking (he supposed he was drunk), concentrating more on what he currently was doing then the youth who jumped into the hall. He took a long look at him, as there wasnt much else to do, and stared.

((Edit: Oh, np thought it was intentional)

Ferino looked down at the note in his hand before he entered through the massive double doors. Upon entering, a figure sped past him. It appeared to be a man, and he seemed to be curious about another man sitting across the room. Ferino casually sat down and pretended he didn't notice a thing. He didn't know why he was here, or why the council had any interest in him, but one thing was clear; there would be no returning home tonight. Whatever the council wanted, it was urgent. The messenger who had given him the note was out of breath and had said that the council made him deliver it as fast as he possibly could. The message was confusing at first, because he was never much of an intelligent person when it came to words, but he was finally able to make sense of it after reading it over a couple times. It stated that an important event was to take place in the council chambers, and only a select few were invited. A couple extra people had poured into the room by now. Something was bound to happen soon.

(Bloodshot, I'm sorry, but I need devoted RPers because I don't want this RP to move slow. Post soon, I dont want to have to kick you from the RP.)

A member of the council stood up, a tall man dressed in full white robes, lined with gold. The sunlight hit him at an odd angle and he glowed, prestigiously. "Warriors!" His voiced roared and thundered through the hall, "You have been called here today by the Royal Council, because of a grave matter. A plague has been unleashed upon these lands, threatening to consume all that we have accomplished these years. A power fierce, evil and dwelling in depths that not even the bravest knights in our legion dare to even dream of entering. That is why you are here, the strongest sworsman, the most bold, the most daring and the most skillful. You are The Other Legion, men that do not share the same fear as most mortals do!"

This man sat down and another got up, he was a stoit man, learned and his face seemingly washed by age. "This evil one, by the name of Torak, killed long ago, struck down by the gods themselves. He has thus since been regaining his energy, deep in the Green Domain, deep in the woods that reek of despair, in places that gods cannot find their way into. If Torak is not killed before his power comes into fruition, it will be over for mankind, the rain of a tyrannous fiend will come to pass. The battle might seem unfruitful, hopeless, and despairing but YOU are our last hopes, we cannot find any better than you. WHO OF YOU WILL STAND AND FIGHT?!? WHICH OF YOU WILL BRAVE PLACES THAT NOT EVEN THE GODS HAVE NO DOMINION OVER?!? WHICH OF YOU WILL DIE FOR THIS LAND! BE REMEMBERED AS HEROES OF MANKIND? WHO OF YOU ARE WILLING TO WAGE WAR ON THESE FIENDS!?!?"

Ferino heard the men speak, and knew he was not the person they needed. He stood to leave, but the man in white robes pointed at him and said, "Young man, are you brave enough to go against this fiend and help to destroy him?" Ferino was caught in the spotlight. He didn't want to seem weak and unimportant, but at the same time he didn't want to go on a perilous mission. Ah, what the hell? he thought. I'll take my risks. It's not like I planned to do anything with my life up until now anyways. His mind was made up and he walked up the wood steps to the top of the stage.

"I, a mere mage, has the courage to stand against armies of darkness, but who else is with me? Are none of you brave enough to rise against this threat and save the world in the process?" he said. "You are all guilty of one thing if you decline. Murder. If you refuse to go on this quest, you are putting millions of lives in danger. At first, I didn't want to do this, but I don't want the lives of millions weighing down my conscience! SO WHO IS WITH ME?!"

((Corny morale speech, but hey, I needed something to work from. I hope it was ok of me to control one of the NPCs though?))

Craig stood up, this all was extremely ridiculous to him. "Now now folks... im just Craig... Craig the town guard. You got the wrong guy. I havent done anything spectacular or awe inspiring in me life. What kinda town guard cant stab the cave trolls near town to death, stab the dragon in the mountain cave to death, stab the goblin raiders that attacked town to death, sta-.. er.... shit..... "
The whole room, especially the council smiled. They hadn't chosen the wrong man.
"Oh hell, fine, but I expect good pay. Wife's been nagging to me bout a new balverine-fur purse for years. N' me sister-in-law back home says evil demons are mighty powerful, specially red ones."

((Yeah, hes a redneck. So what?))

Kieri believed he didnt belong here, that the note he was given was no more then a mistake for a different person. It didnt seem normal, nor did anything that he was accused of for was. He wanted to leave, but instead he stood there, just as he had when he arrived.

Slate sat there thinking are these guys nuts he stood up and began to talk
'are u guys nuts i'm a treasure hunter not a hero not a god a treasure hunter besides i got other busy to attend to look me up when u got a real job' and he started to head for the door

Slate sat there thinking are these guys nuts he stood up and began to talk
'are u guys nuts i'm a treasure hunter not a hero not a god a treasure hunter besides i got other busy to attend to look me up when u got a real job' and he started to head for the door

((I'm sorry, and I don't mean any offense by this, but can you please work on your grammar? I found it a little hard to read your post...))

The council looked enlightened as the warriors agreed upon the request, but soon became disheartened when nearly all else that had come into the Great Hall, sighed, cursed and left as if it were a waste of life. With a frown the tall council member that had spoken first raised himself from his seat.

"Warriors! There are but a handful of you, I cannot do much but bid you good fortune. The forests of the Green Domain are perilious, traversed by creatures of mythical ferocity. Choose yourselves a leader, let he be the one guide you through this venture, go forth, get yourselves armed, make haste my friends! Bring back the head of Torak!"

He abated and from the far end corner came a distant voice, "The Council Members have spoken." It said, and the Royal Council stood, and walked away into the darkened rooms behind them.

"Leader huh...." Craig looked around. First the creepy youth, then the brat who obviously speaks English as a second language. His eyes stopped at the one with the staff.
"Now im no whizz at these things an such... but this funny book that me mum used to read me..... The lad with the cheesy speech, and a stick with a rock on top always barks the orders and speaks riddles. So I think that kid should be calling the shots. And whats nice is in that one novel only the wizard gets nipped by the Rogbal"

"Wh...huh? What's a Rogbal? Nevermind that, why me?" Ferino asked quizically. He never led anything before, much less was in a group of people. He liked to keep to himself, but during this journey, he had no choice. He was forced to group with these people and he was being forced to be their leader. "Oh, come on. That was only one persons opinion. What do the rest of you think?" Ferino replied to himself nervously. He was afraid to become leader only to screw things up.

"Y'see son. I follow things by the fairytale. You the brainy wizard prodigy, I'm the muscle, and they're.... the ones that die with valor. Myes... with valor. Jolly."
Craig took another drink from his cantine and burped a loud, horrible one, and raised up his shiny pike
"So lets go kill this... uh.... Toetack fellow. Maybe pick up some more folks to help us along the way."

((Start inviting people you think can RP well Myst))

"Uhh...sure...I don't even think we've been properly introduced! We shouldn't leave yet. And plus, we still have yet to say goodbye to our loved ones and buy provisions for out trip! You don't think things through very well, do you?" Ferino insultingly asked. He knew the man was right, Ferino was the intelligence of the group whereas he was the brawn. He didn't know what role the others played just yet, but one was fast, so maybe the stereotypical thief? BAH! Who cares anyways? "I took a vow to rid this land of unspeakable horrors, and damnit, that's what I intend to do!" he thought aloud.

Slate left the building and entered the market thinking to himself ''should I have gone with them?'' at the moment he heard a cry and turned around he realised it was the man that had killed his parents in his 40s maybe it did not matter to him as he ran after him in pursuit he struck him down he realised if he killed him he would be no better than him so he took the item ''if u ever steal from here again i will have your head'' he returned the item to it owner

''looks like I'v made my mind up'' and he decided to join the others he ran back to the hall entrance seeing the others he was happy they had not let left yet and shouted into the hall ''u got space for an extra hero?''

(( Okay, first verbal warning bloodshot, fix the grammar, or leave the roleplaying forums. ))

Name : Yuri Tsukasa

Age : 21

Weapons : Dual "Mechanical" Weapon. A weapon designed for multi purpose and unlimited ability to creat new moves for it thus turnign the wielder totally unpredictable. It was originally forged by Yuri's father. The weapon consist of two black metal clip attached toger at one's end. Thus could be folded around to suits the user's mouvement and for easy carry purpose. It oculd be intreperted as a dagger when it's locked after a fold, it could act like some sort of sling weapon if it's not locked, or it could act like a spear if it's totally unfolded. A very uniq weapon which could be consider as any weapon possible.

Appearance: Normally, under normal life, she would be wearing a bluish komono with the word sky ( In chinese ) on her left arm. Decorated by a rather small silver ribbon behind her waist, she's looked down as a normal person. Under those clothes, is another suit of ninja-like style. Covering from her breast to her waist and afterward a skirt. Under a skirt is a pair of black shorts ( ok...no H things.. ) and the rest you could imagine it as the story flows.

Yuri is a silver haired person. Mesuring like an average 16 years old and actually act like a 16 years old. She doesnt accept the fact she's an adult and remain cheerful. In any case, she's energitic and the "candy" around the place she goes.

Bio: To be revealed along the story. A little hint, there's a reason behind her energitic personallity.

OCC ( Sorry, i formatted my cmop and I'll need to borrow a CD for the progrma to fix typos. So until them. please forgive typos >.< )

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My char will pop in at random momments as she's a traveler. At certain moment when you guys set out, i'll join in ^^

Kieri fell asleep through the whole meeting.
He didnt know if he was attempting to put an ignorant act, or just was put into a state of boredom, although, it wasnt now until he found himself following the crowd to whereever that he had agreed to join the legion. Two odd men were conversing about something, he didnt know what they were arguing/talking about, nor did he really care. He cursed himself for making such a horrid decision, now he was stuck, there wasnt any "running away" anymore, he was stuck now between a conversation of two men and also now stuck into forests of horrid beastly monsters where instead he could be racing rivers or jumping around on tree tops. His life wasnt golden anymore, no one forced him to leave his childhood, he himself decided to go along.

Before he knew it they were browsing the market. The kid next to Craig seemed to be sleepwalking. This brought Craig the vague memory of the wizard nextdoor in purple, always backhanding his female assistants. Before he knew it there was a mark on the lad and he walked bewildered. He turned to the wizard companion.
"Hey, you hear about that one broad lurking about? Name's Urine Soupcaca or something." He chuckled and swiped a loaf of bread off a stall while the clerk was looking away.
"Oo , garlic, my favorite, and no maggots either! Gods I love the city." He wolfed down half of it by then.
"Anything you need picking up kid? Potions, shrunken heads, wife says you folk cant do them crazy crap without stuff."

Ferino thought about what Craig had said before they all went their seperate ways. "We'll all go get our things ready and meet by the front gate within an hour." He was nearly back home and ready to grab his things, when his grandmother started up the steps of the wooden house. "Grandma! You're home awfully early?" Ferino said. She just nodded and entered the house. Ferino went straight to grabbing things for his journey. His staff, his robe, his clothes, some food, a fishing rod in case they needed to catch some more food. He packed all that and a couple more things into his pack and walked into the kitchen of the house to see his grandma cooking a meal. "Grandma? I have to tell you something...I'm not going to be here for a while. The council asked me to undertake an important mission, and I've already been selected as the leader of our group, so I can't back down now." His grandmother just nodded and muttered the words "I know..." before slouching into a chair. She started to cry, but Ferino had no time to comfort her. He turned to the door and left before he witnessed her become depressed. He felt bad leaving his Grandmother all alone, but it was his only choice...

Craig, fortunately, brought nothing with him except his regular clothing, his trusty pike, and his even more trusty beer cantine. Nothing much to do besides explore this over the top town. And like any other country peasant, he went straight to the local bar.
"Nuts and Pecans..... sounds morehomosexual than that one in the town of Massachusets."
He entered, and smiled a relieving grin. He saw beer, lots of foaming bear. Rum, wine, well-breasted bar maids.

((Sorry, I'll seriosuly join in tommorow, if you don't mind. i just got back from doing a bunch of stuff, and I'm really tired, so see you soon!))

Slate had everything he would need so he decided to head to the front gate and take a nap, till the others arrived on the way there he saw a weird looking box in a stall. The merchant turned ''looks like u got good taste''
''what is in that thing any way?''
''don't no found it never really checked?'', from that slate began to walk off if he didn't know what it did no point in buying it ''wait wait sell it for 2 coins''
''deal!'' after buying it he realised it was like storage he could but loads of stuff in and take it out whenever he wanted. ''looks like I found something that will come in handy and he set off for the front gate

Kieri switched his eyes at the man then back.
"N-no, im fine"
But really he hadnt eaten anything since last night, he was a little shy to admit it, and instead he kept walking along, clutching his empty stomach, leaving his eyes half open.
He went back home to pack, and before anything else he did he took a quick chomp out of the bread. As he walked back to the front gate, he noticed he was early, still holding the bread, he sat down, and grimaced at the stale taste of the dough.

The day grew darker and the Royal Council, resting deep in the castle could only worry. Suddenly, there was a rasping at the door outside the chambers the Council rested at. The members streamed out of their rooms and one of them threw open the doors. "Sire's!" A servant said, stumbling in. "An attack on the town, there are bandits robed in a such a deep black it looked as if Night broke through the front gates."

Just as the servant had spoken these words, cries echoed through the town as these black bandits swept through stores rummaging and killing anyone standing in their way. Swords held gleaming in the air, they ran through the town screaming, "Our Lord Torak has awakened!" and "Let this be a sign!"

Townspeople cowered in fear, the brave ones among the soldiers fought in vain, others dropped their weapons and fled. Torak, had struck first.

"And I said, if your going to start up a fight.." Craig broke a bottle over another man's head, the rest laughed along with him. But the merrily violent moment was halted. Screams came from outside the tavern walls, through every window.
A man looked out a window for a moment, then his eyes went wide.
Bandits!" He screamed. "RUN FOR YOUR LI-" An arrow penetrated the window and struck his lungs. The poor man fell to the floor and gargled blood, the rest went to help him.
"Just like home..." Craig mumbled as he stepped out of the Tavern. The archer had been felled by a nearby soldier, but many more bandits poured around the street, slaying anything not covered in their jet black cloaks.
"Ha! Another one, right there!"
Two bandits sprinted towards him, their crimson stained swords in the air.
"Dumb little fucks...."
What first suprised the two young bandits, was how calm Craig was. Second was how his pike went through their faces in the blink of an eye. They both fell to the floor, blood streaming from their mutilated faces.
"Least I got a free drink." He looked back at the bar, already barricaded by boxes and tables, and hurried into the chaos.

((Just to clear confusion, Ferino's house is located outside the town.))

Ferino was heading towards the front gate when a scream broke the silence in the air. He started to sprint and came near the town only to realize the front gate busted beyond repair and a massive group of black cloaked men. He rushed into the town and looked around at the carnage. Blood had been spilled everywhere and disgusting pink viscera was spread all over the ground. Ferino recoiled at the thought of being gutted like a fish, and turned to help the townspeople. He lifted his staff off of his back and pointed the front tip of it at a small group rushing toward him. A stream of red lightning cut through them, severing heads and vital limbs. He rushed over to a side street and saw Craig stab a cloaked man in the face. He started over to talk to Craig and see what was going on, when he was abruptly interrupted by another group of the cloaked people. He sent a blast of fire an archer's way and used the air to throw the others aside. He rushed over to Craig and asked "What the hell is going on here?!"

As Slate headed towards the front gate screams began to ring his ears he turned around and realised he was about to be rushed by a group of bandits, he rushed towards them hoping he could take so many. After the fight he climbed to the top a building a looked for the others he saw the 2 it seemed the mage and the old were talking, he jumped down and rushed towards them fighting in the processes has he turned the corner he shouted to them ''what the hell is going on?!''

It was a casual walk she thought when suddenly, a common village stormed down the street and accidently ripped her new kimono. She immediately caught the rude man and lifted him above the ground with one hand.

" You ripped my kimono!!! It was all new!!".

Just before the man could've anwsered, an arrow pierced his chest and stopped right in front of Yuri's face.

" ... "
She threw the lifeless body off the sides and scanned the down side of the street. Not only there was the mass population running for their life while "accidently" ripped her new kimono to pieces, there was a bunch of blakc clothed being slaying eveyr single obstacle on their path. She looked for a while and sighed.

" Just when I thought it would be peacefull in a city...why must it always end like this... -sigh- "

She gave up on the kimono and threw it away while revealing the two metallic "case" on each side of her waist. She stood there, with her icy blue eyes ready to avenge her kimono. A long moment to her yet a very short moment, the few bandits halted in front of her, laughing at her weird cosplay costume they thought it were and one of them approached Yuri.

Bandit - " Lady, why not be my dog tonite?"
"That is, if you live until sun set."
Bandit - " Heh, that would be easy."
As soon as the villain lifted his hand in hope to grab her arms, his mouvement was once again halted suddenly. A thin line appeared on his arm and eventually the blood gushed form his veins. The bandit fell on the ground crying for the pain while the others stayed stunned.

" Well...what are you all waiting for? Don't you want a ldy tonight? Bring it!"
She gained the cases' handles and with a swift mouvement, flipped the weapon out of it's seath. Her knees bent for a low stance and she dashed into the crowd of weakling with a smile. Her battle was beautiful, as if she was dancing more than fighting. At the very end, she performed a cross slash on the last bandit and ultimately hid her weapons back to their shelters.....
((( Gosh....I think I need rest..I dont find my post any good =T...at the least the actions there... >_> )))

"The hell would I know kid!?" Craig thrust his spear horizontally and cut the front half of a bandit behind him in two. "Little black cloaked shits came out of nowhere and are ranting bout that Toetack fello-.. hold up." He turned to the side and thrust his pike to the floor, completely slicing off a bandits leg. He let the bandit crawl away, the blood pooling from what was left of his legs said he wasnt going to make it. Another came at Craig, obviously in a state of bloodlust. He let the tip of his pike sink into the bandit's left eye, then recoiled it. The man held his eye, trying in vain to stop the vicious fountain of blood. In a matter of seconds he was on the floor, shaking madly. "I say we stab the generic ones into swiss cheese, find the one leading them, and uh..... in..tear. uh... gate him. Yeah. Sounds good. Me local Baron used to do that to passerby all the time."

"You stay here and fight them off, I'll look for their leader." Ferino said before he darted down an alleyway. He ran through the alley and came out the other side, just as a man was running by. The man was nailed by an arrow and fell to the ground. Ferino picked the man up to use as a shield from the line of archer's on the far side of town. No doubt, that's where the leader was. He grabbed the man and layed the limp body against himself and started towards the archers, dodging every arrow he could. A couple arrows grazed him, and another hit his leg. He tuned out the pain to complete his objective. When he was close enough, he threw the body aside and used the air to deflect the arrows instead. It was dangerous, but it rid him of that heacy body. He came close enough to the archers to use some magic, but a group of other bandits were already headed his way. He managed to burn a few, but the others got near him. They swung swords, axes, daggers, everything they had at him. The air was helpful in slowing them down while he parried the attacks with his staff, but he wasn't fast enough. Plenty of the attacks went unnoticed and he realized he wouldn't be able to do it alone. He needed help!

"Dammit!" He knocked the wizard to the side and blocked a fatal axe swing, pushing the bandit back. He swung his pike horizontally and sliced open the mans intestines. After a few moments the rest of the melee attackers were on the floor, suffering from similiar fatal wounds. Another, more portly bandit came at him with a mace. Craig blocked his first attack, then stabbed him in the gut. He held the corpse by the collar to deflect the arrows now concentrated on him. "Turn them into toads or something!"

''crap where’d they go?'' he climbed to the top of building hoping to see them he looked around and spotted them being attacked by archers. He jumped over the rooftops until he was close enough to attack, he snapped a bandits neck and picked up the bow and arrows and used an arrow to kill the other he jumped down to them ''looks like u two need a bit of help''

The number of bandits grew thicker, the blood spilled flowed free through the streets as little streams. A certain bandit, however, dressed in black was not attacking. He had stationed himself atop a clocktower, overlooking the massive assault. With naught but a crimson staff in his hand, he ordered the massacre. A wave of his hand would send a mass of black robes scurrying.

The Royal Council banned their minds together and impressed thoughts upon the warriors. "Hasten!" they spoke, "This city will not stand, it is better for you to make haste toward Torak, destroy him quickly, destroy him and these attacks will stop. Sacrifices are to be made friends."

After speaking these words each member felt sorrow in their hearts, despair as they picked some of them to flee and to keep the Royal Council alive. They began to think, would these foolhardy persons listen to their council and flee? Or would the cries and mourning of the townsmen pierce the common sense in their minds?

The skies were quickly darkening, there were birds, crows and vultures now sweeping through the clouds.

Ferino, not knowing how to talk back to the council, turned to Craig. "We can't just leave them. That wouldn't be right and it would only hinder us in our journey anyways! The grief of the townspeople and the guilt of not saving them would have us in a depression. And besides, you are the town guard, are you not? Is it not your job to protect these people?" he asked the man. He wanted, no, needed to help these people, but he wouldn't be able to do it alone!

He turned to where the cloaked men were running and noticed a large group of them guarding the entrance to the clock tower. "THERE!" he said as he pointed toward the group. "We have to invade the tower and get to their leader, if we do that, then the attack should stop!"

Ferino, not knowing how to talk back to the council, turned to Craig. "We can't just leave them. That wouldn't be right and it would only hinder us in our journey anyways! The grief of the townspeople and the guilt of not saving them would have us in a depression. And besides, you are the town guard, are you not? Is it not your job to protect these people?" he asked the man. He wanted, no, needed to help these people, but he wouldn't be able to do it alone!

He turned to where the cloaked men were running and noticed a large group of them guarding the entrance to the clock tower. "THERE!" he said as he pointed toward the group. "We have to invade the tower and get to their leader, if we do that, then the attack should stop!""Hey hey kid, town guard, but not for not this damn city."
A scream broke the conversation, he frowned.
"Ah shit! Lets just hurry this thing up and kill Toetack." He hurried himself towards the clock tower, leaving jet black corpses behind him.
The two made eventually themselves into the clock tower.
"Not good..." He looked up the staircase leading to the top. Almost a soldier for every stair. Archers lined the topmost stairs, arrows lined to their bows. He turned to the wizard, his face nervous.
"Look. You do that wind mumbo jumbo that stops arrows, I stab a way to the top for us. If we keep that up we should be fine."
The archers launched their first volley straight down.
"Now! Go!"

"I think I may have a better idea..." Ferino said with a grin. The arrows came flying towards him and he threw a gust of wind to the right, where the stairs began. The air directed the arrows course and they nailed some of the bandits, both injuring and killing them. His idea was a success "Look, you provide the cover to the front and I'll back you up! I wouldn't put it past them to rush in after us!" Ferino yelled to Craig. They started up the steps, one man at a time. Every time the archer's shot at them, he deflected the arrows to the side, killing the bandits running up after them. Soon, the archers caught on to what he was doing and stopped shooting. He had to rely on his magic to fend off the bandits now. Craig proceeded to stab them in the head, throat, stomach, anything that was exposed, basically. He turned to face the back and let a spark of flame touch the wooden stairs. "HURRY! That will prevent the others from coming up after us!" As the stairs burned, the fire spread to the upper parts of the stairs. Ferino casually used the wind to blow it out. They were near the top, and soon this bandit leader would be dead!

Craig grabbed a smaller bandit by the head, smashing his face to the handrail and throwing him off the stairs. He continued to stab through the bandits, paniced by the inferno and the fatal pike awaiting them. Eventually they made it to the top of the stairs, which were now covered over by corpses and a disgusting waterfall of flowing blood. Craig stood there at the top with Ferino. Both of them wiped the ash, blood, and pieces of flesh off of them. Craig faced the door leading to the clocktower's balcony.
"The bloke behind there has a pixie stick much like yours. And after these few minutes, I'd reckon he's alone too. Let's hurry and lay his flaccid ass out for the vultures." He busted open the door, the cloaked man continued monitering the massacre below, still not yet facing them.

Ferino stepped through the doorway just after Craig had and the man then turned around. "So, you managed to get here?" the black cloaked man said. Ferino leaned towards Craig. "We don't know how strong he is, but judging how he was able to sense my aura from that far, I would think his magical capabilities are a lot stronger than mine. More on the bad side, he probably has a lot of defensive magic, so head on charges won't work. You could buy me some time by acting as a diversion while I gather enough energy to blast his ass from here to hell and back, but don't get yourself killed!" Ferino hissed at him. He walked forward to talk to the cloaked man. "If you think you can win, you're wrong. We have to outnumbered two to one and your bandits can't help you in this predicament." Ferino said.

"Yes, but didn't you light a fire down below? Isn't it still burning? You see, what you have done has actually screwed yourself because now there is no way out of here and you are going to fall with the tower! My master doesn't care if I die, but ridding him of you will be pleasure enough!" The man sniped back at him. Ferino realized the man was right...him and Craig were screwed...

((Seems like everyone else has abandoned this RP...looks like it's just me and you now Fieren...))

Slate continued to hold the bandits off from getting into the tower ''those two better hurry up I can't keep this up'' he continued to fight bleeding, another group rushed towards him barely defeating them he drops to the floor ''crap this is getting hard''. He stands up and wipes the sweat from his head and is charged by another group of bandits ''here we go again''.

((Ppppssh. This RP would be loads fun if some more skilled folks joined. Its not really all that late until were out deep into Torak's place. Pipster, Shadowsworn, Kitty, looking at you guys.))

Craig looked back into the inside of the clocktower. The support beams were falling apart in the flaming inferno. In front of him was the bastard who started this whole mess. He then turned to Ferino "Look, going back down in those flaming steps is suicide. We'll go by your plan to waste him, I'll think of something then."
"Your taking too long." The cloaked man replied with a smile.
"Thats not what your sister said in my hut last month." Craig said as he spun his pike in a showoff fashion, dropping it into a stabbing stance after a moment.
"Why you old son of a-" The cloaked man raised his hand and fired a slew of strange slices of energy at Craig.
"Oh damn..." Craig dodged and blocked the first few, then ran around in circles . He looked at Ferino and winked, now as his chance to charge. A bolt of the energy singed poor Craig's ass and he howled in pain. "Damn you crazy magicians!" He continued to run around in circles as the cloaked man laughed wickedly.

Ferino laughed briefly at Craig's display of stupidity. He then turned to his job. Assuming that the man's weak point would be his back, Ferino conjured up some lightning and blast it when he wasn't looking. The lightning seemingly bounced off of an invisible reflective shield. "Damn...I was afraid of that." he mumbled to himself. The good thing was that the cloaked man was too pre-occupied torturing Craig to notice. He resolved that the only way to defeat him was with a natural disaster caused by magic. Fire was out of question, seeing as how the building was already burning. Ice, it may work...there's the probability of tripping him with it and then using an offensive magic to kill him. Wind, perfect for this situation, but may have some repercussions. Earth, no components beside stone and wood to use, and that wouldn't help much.

He was taking too much time, so he went with the best choice so far, wind. A surge of air was all he needed to break the man's concentration for just enough so he could save Craig's life. The man noticed what he was trying to do and turned his attention on Ferino...he had to think up a new plan. It came to him! He grabbed one of the stones laying next to him and threw it at the man. The man just deflected it with his arm, only to see four more stones come his way, each faster than the last stone. That wasn't all, Ferino also broke up some of the wood laying on the ground and sent it at the man with the sharp edges evident. He knew this wasn't going to hurt the bandit leader that much, but it gave Craig enough time to sneak in on him and beat him senseless. Afterall, the man hadn't sensed Craig when he first walked into the room...

(( Fine, I may take a role of one of the evil guys along the way, if Mystology allows. ))

He didnt know what in the world was going on, as soon as he had finished his peaceful nap he was engulfed into a city of chaos; bandits were raiding the buildings, and citizens were being slaughtered. He got up from his laying position as he noticed a group of bandits were ready to mob him.

(( Fine, I may take a role of one of the evil guys along the way, if Mystology allows. ))
((Very well, just, PM me when you'd like to come into the RP.))

The Godly pain stopped. Craig looked back to see the cloaked man concentrating all his go at Ferino's slew of shrapnel. Craig, being a dull-minded and simple town Guard, thought of only one thing. He made quick steps to get behind the cloaked man, not carrying his pike to Ferino's surpise. He then stood up from his crouch, grabbed the man's head, and gave it one violent twist. A snap brought the fight into silence, and the man fell faceforward with a thump.
"I've always wanted to do that. Cmon kid, admit it, that was cool."
Another more horrid snapping sound came from inside the tower, and Craig lost his balance.
"Er... plan... nope. Dont have one. Summon giant eagles or something kid!"

*sigh* "Very well." Ferino groaned. He himself couldn't think of anything, but they didn't have much time. "Jump out the window. Since I like wind, I'll use my ability to slow our descent to the ground so we don't become paint for the pavement."
He looked at Craig. "Well, you brave enough to jump?"

((Not that long of a post, but I couldn't think of much >_>))

Seeing the tower falling Slate starts to run ignoring the bandits that were fleeing themselves,’ What the hell did they do in there'' he continues to run through the streets seeing a kid fighting a couple of bandits, ‘‘hey get running the towers coming down’’ the bandits turned towards him and charged. ''Are these guys nuts and avoids the group ''if I were u I’d start running kid’’ and he continues to flee.

Craig looked down the balcony. Everyone was a bug from this height.
"You sure? It'll help my fall?"
Ferino nodded
Craig groaned, grabbed his pike, and held it with a tough grip.
"And to think a few minutes ago I was in a bar having a good time."
He jumped, screaming the whole way.

((Due to a certain lack of loyally literate Rper's, I'm going to join in with a new character, as well as perfoming my duties of narration.))

Name: Myst Mauleon

Age: 19

Weapons: Dual Long-Swords

Appearance: Handsome, to say the least. He stands 6 foot 5, fair of skin and built in a lean manner.

Apparel: Dresses only in maroon colored trousers, a maroon colored top, and a cape that stretched down to his ankles, the color of blood.

Bio: A wanderer, a charmer, not knowing where he'd be going next, nor what woman hed be doing next. Casanova with a slab of "legendary swordsman" thrown in.

((Ahem.))

Myst was strolling around towards the south gate of the town when the assault came. A maiden had caught his eye, and she looked untouched to him. He flirted with her, charming her with a look of warmth and loving embrace. Almost as soon as she had agreed to come have a bit of coffee with him in a nearby Inn an arrow whizzed past his eyes and fell limp a yard away from him. "What the **** was that!?" The girl began to flee, but as the gentleman he was, he grasped her hand pulled her back and kissed her. "Ill be back for you, my startled looking maiden."

With that he threw back his cloak, and raced in the direction the arrow had come from, drawing his swords, his eyes scanning the skies, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary except some birds and a burning clocktower. "Hmm."

As Craig made the halfway point, Ferino increased the force of the air under him. The air resistance was so much that Craig nearly stopped in mid-air, but he kept going. He eventually touched ground, seemingly unharmed, and now it was Ferino's turn. He leaped up onto the balcony and jumped off the edge. Again, he started his magic at the halfway point. He slowed down, an odd feeling when you're falling through the air, and was a couple of yards from the ground. Everything seemed to be so different when you were floating. Time seemed to slow down, and the ground became a safe haven for the landing. He finally hit the stone pavement and looked toward Criag, who was now bashing faces in trying to clear a path to the outside of the town. Ferino rushed toward him. "Craig! The bandits are going on a free rampage now! I think we should rid the town of these bastards...you in?"

"Yes sure sure.. just... give me a sec-" He threw up. And held his finger up as a signal to wait.
"Too much bee-" Again with the regurgatation.
"Okay okay... I'm goo-" More half digested food and ale. He stood up, took a heavy breath, raised his pike, and looked at his surroundings. Crazed bandits running amuck, burning houses, a young man in the middle of it all trying to be a hero.
"Wait... what!?"
The young man, dressed in flamboyant maroon clothing, was running towards a freightened bandit archer.

With fierce eyes he scanned the persons in the area running, then he saw a bow and arrow, held by a black robed man. "Hey!" he called out, "The hell did you shoot at me for." The man wheeled around, and cursed at him under his breath and without another utterance loosened another arrow. Myst tightened his grip on his sword and cut the arrow twice, it fell in 4 pieces before him.

His eyes focused on the now frightened man. "You little, black clothed-" He charged at the man and before the man could do anything he smashed his head with the hilt of his sword. He fell to the ground instantaneously. "Go ahead, shoot me again," he said, and then kicked him to make sure he was unconcious. "Bastard, that woman could've been laid out before me stark naked right now if it wasnt for you."

He then heard a loud thud, as if something had silently exploded in his mind. His eyes flicked up just in time to see a robed man floating down from the burning clocktower... "The ****? He must know whats going on here," he thought to himself, and then began to proceed towards the Sage and an old geezer throwing up beside him.

''What the!'' it looked like the bandits had gone on a rampage. He jumped down off the rooftop he was on he turn to see 3 bandits, ''hey hand over your money or else!'' Slate stood there puzzled ''...how about your money or else!'' slate stood there smirking at them. ''why u little'' the bandits threw knifes at him dodging them ‘‘that the best u got’’ the bandits charged with there blades held high snapping one of there necks he picks the blade up and stab the other two through the chest.

''hmm good quality blade here think I’ll keep it for awhile'' he heads off looking for the mage and the old man with the pike killing many bandits on the way 'hey u two what the hells happening shouldn't the bandits have fled?''

((Controlled Mystology's character with his consent))

"He's coming towards us. Get up!" Ferino yelled to Craig. The man approached rather quickly. As soon as he was in earshot, Ferino yelled to him. "Are you against us, or with us?!" He heard no answer...

The man was now close enough to where he could talk. "It depends, are you on their side?" he said as he pointed to the lifeless body of the archer. "And may I ask what the **** is going on here?!"

"Well, long story short, it was a raid. There is a demon we've been ordered to destroy named Torak, and this was his doing. We don't know how, or why, but it's getting out of hand and we need to find a safe place far from any village or town to prevent any more destruction. Now, are you with us, or do we have to kill you?"

"This day gets weirder by the minute." Craig said with a hysterical face. "Wizards, corny speeches, demons, prettyboys, dammit this is a bad dream!"
A bandit headed towards Craig. He wanted none of it. Knocking the bandit's sword aside, he grabbed his head and smashed it into the floor, over and over. After a few awkward minutes he let go of the dead man's mutilated head, and walked towards the two strangest men he had ever met in his life.
"We kill all these bandits, I get a good drink, some salted pork, and sleep for three days. Okay?"

Myst glared at the wizard fellow, and was marveled by the old mans fighting ability. "Who's the prettyboy?" he asked, "Anyways, no I'm not one of those what? Demons? Names Myst, also known as Mystallion, called Lord and Master by every girl I come in contact with."

A lady ran screaming by him chased by a cloaked man, he grabbed the man with one hand and the woman with the other. Twisting the mans arm, he brought him to his knees. "Whats the matter, my dear woman?"

She stopped screaming for a second and began to beat the man that was on the floor to a pulp, Myst laughed heartily. "Mmm, I love a woman with a fierce heart," he said, bringing her close, "And those, exquisite... Maiden, tell me, would you like to see me die?"

She seemed startled, "No, my Lord." Myst grinned, "This man here was about to murder me with that short staff of his. Dont be shocked, the old mans fine, but hes quite mean, right sorceror?"

"If you mean that I was threatening to kill you, that is a fact, but only because you were not clear on who's side you were on. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have business to tend too!" Ferino said with anger evident in his voice. He looked towards Craig and gave him a gut-wrenching stare and then stormed off. If Craig knew what was good for him, he'd follow...

A couple of blocks later, Ferino started to burn and decapitate some of the bandits. It was a real stress-reliever, but he had to stop and think. This man that had so rudely insulted him was supposedly neutral, seeing as how he didn't give a care in the world about the fight, but would it be right to recruit extra help? They could definetely use it, that was for sure. He came to a conclusion and decided that, out of his better judgement, it would be smarter to ask for his help. He trudged back to the place where he had left Craig and the man.

"If you are willing to put our little dispute aside, then I'll think about letting you join our forces. Lord knows we'll need it..." he said as he turned to Craig. "Ok, with you?"

Slate ran in killing bandits on his way 'hey Ferino was it whoes this guy and what you talking about?'' he turn to Craig ''hey Craig was it? why does he look pissed did i miss something big?''

(sorry fpr short post not much to say

Craig was oblivious to the conversation. He reached for his cantine, and gasped. It wasnt there. The anvil that broke the camels back.
"GOD DAMMIT!" The two men looked at him with confused and suprised faces. Craig had never screamed like that before.
"You can harass my wife, you can piss on my property, you can burn my house and steal my goats, BUT IF YOU TAKE AWAY MY BEER HEADS ROLL UP AND DOWN THE RIVER!" He kicked the bandit he recently killed, bending the corpse to an impossible position.
"You kiddies **** around with your role playing, I'm going to get something to drink in this God forsaken city...." Another crazed bandit ran towards Craig. He dropped his pike and dodged the swordswipe, punching the bandit and stealing the sword.
"KNOW YOUR PLACE BOY!" Craig screamed with spit flying.
Before the bandit knew it, the very sword he used to slay others was deep through his head and out the other end. Craig stormed to the direction where the tavern was.

Kieri easily dodged the strikes of the brigands, twirling around in circles, dodging the axe blades that threatened to spray blood. He bent down to avoid a horizontal swipe, and pulled on his sword, thrusting it upwards towards the mans chest. He sliced the rest of his way through, leaving stained pavements of scarlet on the ground.

"Whats going on?" he questioned himself.

"Ok, well I guess his opinion is out of the question then...look, if you promise not to be a complete dumbfuck as we travel, then I'll consider letting you come with us." Ferino said to the man. "By the way, we weren't introduced very well, were we? May I ask your name and what the hell you're doing here?" he said with viscious intent.

((Great, since Fieren backed out on me I have to make a short post now. XD Jus kiddin))

((We'll hes pissed off. And he'll be back later after a drink. So work with it! :D ))

He ran fast, looking to find any familiar faces that may stick out of the crowd. He tried his best to avoid getting engaged into a battle, unfortunately, his dark clothes stuck out more then the ragged dull blurs of brown colors.

He looked mischeveously at the wizard as the crazy old man ran. "I want to have a word with you later woman, perhaps then I can rid you off those clothes," he smiled devilishly as the girl giggled and fled.

"Mage, I am just a wanderer, I came to this town looking for a womans bossom and a nice place to sleep, though they me be one in the same," he looked to him, his face was completely unmoving, "Er, sorry if I offended you, I heard stories of jealous sorcerors turning handsome men into beasts." He laughed heartily, "Ill come along, I havent anything better to do, and I doubt after this whole bandit incident many women will have sex on their mind."

"Oh, so you're a womanizer and a stereotypist? Thanks, nice to know I have someone incompetent on my team." he said insultingly. He wasn't going to let this man off easy just because he could swing a sword, he had to see how good this man actually was. "And yes, that means you can come with us. Now give us a hand and start fighting!" Ferino barked.

He spun around and started to kill the bandits using his magic. He abruptly turned back around. "In case you were wondering, I am the leader. Have fun!" he said before he ran away. He was going to let that last sentence sink in so this man would know who was his superior. Too bad he didn't know his name, but they needed all the help they could get, and this man could possibly be used as a shield.

((I love being an ass. ^^))

"Well.... that should be the whole lot." Craig nonchalontly brushed the flesh and blood off of his crimson red pike. Around him were piles among piles of bandit corpses. They all shared one common trait. A single, deep, and fatal wound in some vital organ, especially the head. The pool of blood neared his shoes. He backed away and hurried on to the still barricaded tavern.
A few minutes later Craig was smashing against the door, the whole tavern held the barricades in vain.
"No, dont! You'll let them in God dammit!" The bartender was desperate, almost in tears. Craig knocked open the door and pushed the barricades aside. Everyone in the bar gathered to the corners in fear.
"He broke the barricades! Were doomed!" One of the barmaids screamed.
"Your doomed if a bunch of corpses can kill you."
"You mean.....?"
"Yep."
There was cold silence, then whispering, then talking, then cheering.
"DRINKS FOR THE HERO!"
They sat down Craig and laid the whole table with food and drink. The women gathered around Craig, the children cheered, and the men with doubt ran out to check, only to trip on a bandit corpse or two.
"I really should get Ferino here..."

"Ha" he thought, as the foolish looking mage uttered these words, "I've had more women than he's had men... Wait dammit can he hear me? Dont mages have like mind powers? ****... Hm, er..."

Bandits rushed to him and he parried and knocked them out, he was too much of a charming gentlemen to kill when there was even the slightest chance a woman would be around, besides, he hated blood, once a woman had wanted to have sex with him during her... Well, thats another story. Bandit after bandit he lay waste to until they all just started scrambling away.

He began to roam through the empty streets, "My mage friend! Old man! What the hell am I supposed to do now?!"

Ferino burned, maimed, severed and, ultimately, killed a bandit after bandit. Corpses lay everywhere, some still burning. He was bored, and it seemed as though the bandit horde was thinning...or fleeing. He heard someone calling for him, most likely the wanderer. "What do you want womanizer?!" he yelled back to the dark streets, waiting for a reply.

((Damn, I make too many short posts...))

Kieri noticed cheering and applauding in the tavern, a little curious, he took a step into the bar (the door was already broken down). A enormous crowd filled the room, all of them were waiting to get a chance to get with the "hero" of the day. Kieri squeezed his way through, doing his best to avoid being squished by beer bellies or being vomited on, squirming through the crowd of people he finally made his way to the front; sitting and laughing there was no other then the familiar old man he knew as Craig.
"Sir, I believe theres more important tasks we should be completing other then getting drunk and accepting applauds."
Craig turned his head, facing Kieri eye to eye.

"Boy, lemme tell you something about that book me mum read me."
Kieri was still staring intently.
"Though the heroes still had their important task ahead of them, they always took time to enjoy what they passed. Now sit down and have a fucking pint!"
Craig threw the man to the seat and handed him a foaming beer.

((You and Myst have a nice talk until you reach the outside of the tavern. Im enjoying my instant noodles n shit.:) ))

Seeing the man from before he runs after him ''Hey u who are u?'' suddenly he was surround by bandits ''you guys again do u ever learn he they charged in ''hmmm I wonder if they actual works'' he spun around slicing them all in half ''that was surprisingly easy he continued to run after the man ''so who are u and what are u doing here?''

Dazed and confused, he shook his head and looked from Craigs wide goofy looking grin to the unattractive foaming beer. "I wasnt here to get drunk sir, but to get you back to the job assigned," for a moment, he was thinking of taking a sip, but then refused. "And I do believe heroes finish the tasks that they begin before taking a break" he responded calmly and pushed the beer aside.

"Im not a damn womanizer," he yelled, in the direction the mans voice came from, "Im just damn sexy!" He walked through the streets until he saw the wizard. "Yeah, so, what are we supposed to be doing now...? Told you there wasnt going to be any women on the streets.."

"Well, it seems we've gotten rid of most of the bandits. The townspeople can probably do the rest by themselves. Now let's go get Craig and the others! We need to start on our quest!" Ferino said before starting off in the General direction of the bars.

((Couldn't really think of much, so now it's your turn to twist the storyline a little Mystology.))

The Royal Council, all that was left, heaved great sighs of relief, and remorse. They had indeed found the right people to go on this journey. In their minds they spoke to the warriors yonder. "You are indeed the makings of Legends, friends. Even for this act, your names shall be written in the books and etched on the minds of the young. It seems that Torak has struck first, perhaps he understands our intentions and seeks to stop us, but if this was just a blatant, uncoordinated attack, we may yet have the upper hand. There is no time for merriment and praise, make haste! You have witnessed the lives of innocents lost here, make haste, make those lost the last..." Then their minds searched elsewhere, but as they pushed away from the thoughts of these men, "Thank You.." echoed briefly."

(All narration will be in this font.)

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"What the **** was that!?" He had stopped short in his tracks when he heard voices in his head, "What manny of scary bull**** sorcery is this!?" he asked the Wizard as they stepped through double doors into a bar filled with the laughter of an old man. He checked his clothes before coming through to make sure he had no blood on him, in case there were any newly-widowed women seeking an escape from their sorrow... (Damn that felt wrong to type.)

"Oi! Its prettyboy n' Ferino! Sit em down here lads!"
Almost immediately Ferino and the stranger were sat down on the stools by Craig. Kieri was pushed onto the beer-stained floor. Pints and steaming dishes of salted pork were slided to them.
"No need to be modest kids. Heroes cant travel on an empty belly."
After a silence to enjoy the juicy food, Craig suddenly frowned.
"That wasnt pretty... what happened today. I feel bad for not being able to save more of the good folk here."
He clenched his fist, and took down the whole pint with a few gulps.
"So..." He took a bite from his salted pork, then brought his eye's to Ferino's. "Where to first kid?"

Before they sat down, Ferino uttered a quick answer to the "Pretty Boy's" question. "It was the council. They talk to us by focusing their minds and...well, I think it's an ancient magic, but that's not the point, they guide us and tell us what to do."

He sat down on the opposite side of Craig and caught the plate and glass that were sliding down the table. He started eating the salted pork, but refused to drink the ale. It had elements of poison in it that deteriorated the mind and, being a magic user, he needed his mind more than anything.

A couple minutes into eating the food, he heard the words "Where to first kid?" come out of Craig's mouth. "I'm not entirely sure, but the Council may chime in any time and tell us. It doesn't matter anyways, it's too dark to travel tonight and there is high possibility of an ambush if we camp outside. I would reccomend we get some rooms in this Tavern and sleep for the night, then start out in the morning." Ferino said without looking up. He, too, was sad for all the people who had died today. He wished he could somehow have helped all of them, but as the council said, they had to make sure those people were the first and last to die.

Kieri layed there on the ground, body still, dull, plain. The stench of old beer had covered his whole back along with the stale aroma of vomit, for the moment, he was dying for a bath.
Ferino had just recently entered the center of attention and fame, he sat right above of him, along with the haggard man Craig as they discussed plans on where to take the night fo the times being.
He didnt want to move for some reason, instead he just lay there, and turned his head sideways, closed his eyes, and slept.

"Your supposed to be our leader?" Myst asked Ferino. "Didnt the council-men say blatantly 'Make Haste!' I think they made it quite evident." He held a woman in his hands, drunk as hell and began to whisper in her ear making her giggle. "I say we leave now, those black robed bastards said something about the Green Domain, is'nt that the huge forest?"

His eyes were blurry, he was a bit woozy from all the ale, but suddenly everything became quite clear to him. As if a voice inside his head forced him to speak, his voice became sharp. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a rumply looking map. "We're here right?" he said, pointing, "If we leave through the South Gate and follow the path we reach...umm whats that say? Algoroth? Yes, Algoroth in about 6 days, but that road's dangerous aint it? Though Algoroth is a mere 20 miles away from our destination." He paused again and looked at startled expressions around him, "You all look like women after they've ripped my trousers off."

He continued, "If we leave through the west and follow the trail westward, we'll reach the expanse of the Green Domain in about 12 days... Cause of all the towns we'd have to pass through. But hey, less trouble, right?"

"I was pointing out the obvious fact that, if there was just a raid, there are certain to be bandits roaming the outsides of town, waiting to get their hands on something 'valuable'. Furthermore, the council told us to 'Make Haste', but that doesn't work if we're dead, now does it?" Ferino barked at the man. It was getting on his nerves that this man thought he could outsmart him. "If you want, we could all take turns and keep watch over the camp, but I don't know how well all of you are at scouting, so that may not work. Like Craig here. He may know a lot about killing people, but spotting them? I don't know...there's too many risks to be made..." Ferino trailed off in though before turning to Craig. "What do you think? Should we stay here, or should we start heading towards the Green Domain?"

Slate sat there on top of the building hearing cheers and talking his stomach rubbed he took his newly acquired sword out ‘‘practice makes perfect’’ he waved his hand over it the sword was set alight ‘‘looks like I got enchanting down’ ’ he waved his hand a seconded time and it was blown out ‘‘hmm lets see if I can do rock form’’ he began chanting within seconds he was made of rock ‘‘finally’’ suddenly he fell through the roof standing up he realised he was behind the counter ‘um sorry’ He grinned

"God kid. What part of 'dumb muscle' dont you get?" Ferino still stared.
"Alright, fine. We can go anywhere that has beer, mead, rum, and fine food. Always wanted to try that one high brow drink called 'whine.' Go figure." He finished his salted pork and handed it to a barmaid. "Tis also a good idea to lay low, especially in town. If theres any folk that them jet cloak lads want dead, it's us. Im sure they wont do anymore massacres, considering the fact that we'll lay em out bloody. What I'sa sure of is that they got Assasins probing every street, corner, nook n' cranny in every town n' city. Probably scouts milling around the forest and roads too."

"See? Even a 'dumb muscle', as he calls himself, can figure it out. If we go outside into the city streets at night, we're most likely going to get ambushed. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to reserve us rooms for the night! Unless, of course, you don't want one. I mean, if you're so intent on 'making haste' then you can go to Algoroth on your own, but I won't be surprised if we find your body bloody and bruised on the side of the trails leading there." Ferino said to the man, obviously getting pissed.

"Come on Wiz, what are you so uptight about? Your mate's penis bigger than yours?" He laughed and walked away. "No need to reserve rooms for me, I already got reservations." And he glanced at a group fo women. "Just call me or whatever when were leaving."

"Stubborn little..." Ferino muttered under his breath. The man was really starting to get to him, and if he kept with his usual attitude, then he probably would become a shield for them. He brushed aside his anger and approached the bartender. "May I have a room?" he asked. "2 Silver." the man replied. He handed over the money and recieved a key in return. "Second door on your right. First floor." was what the bartender said as Ferino walked away.

((Man, writer's block sucks. -_- Sorry if my post seems a little off...))

"Like little girls..." Craig murmured, heading to the counter after Ferino.
"Gimme a room too." He said as he slid two silvers to the bartender.
"Fourth door to your right, first floor." The bartender said as he flipped a key into Craig's hand.
"Bye Craig." Sighed the barmaid
"'Night luv."

((Not much to write))

''room to please'' he put 1 gold down
''Fifth door to your left first floor''
'' k thx'' he ran off ''now to get these rocks off'' he slammed his room door

(not much to write too)

((Since it's been longer than I thought, I'll take the liberty of making the night pass for Myst))

He found his room easily and turned the key in the bronze keyhole. He heard a click and turned the knob. As he walked into the room, the first thing he noticed was the bed. It had no headboard and the sheets were a maroon color; he easily found the room to his liking. Tired and aching as he was, he layed his pack down on a table not too far from the bed, and then leaned his staff up against the wall. The bed looked inviting, but he needed to get cleaned up first. He took a rag sitting next to the washbasin and dipped it in the warm water. He pressed it against his face and released a sigh of relief. The day was done and they were to set off tommorow. "Better get some sleep..." he half-mumbled to himself. He lay down on the bed and found it to be very soft and cozy. Just like home. He had no trouble falling asleep.

The glare from the sun shone through the window and rested right on his face, greeting him to the day forward. He stood up and yawned, then noticed that his robe was in disarray. He quickly changed out of it and into his adventuring clothes; they would probably help more than his robe anyway. He wrapped his things up, put his pack on his back, grabbed his staff and walked out the door. There was no time for food, they had a job to do today and they needed to get going. If any of them got hungry on the journey, he had prepared some ingredients for a stew along the way. The next town wasn't too far and he could buy some extra ingredients there if need be. The lobby was empty, no one too be seen anywhere. More importantly, his companions weren't there. "*sigh* Guess I have to go wake them up myself." he said to the air, assuming no one was listening. He walked towards Craig's room and started banging on the door. "Hey! Craig, wake up! We have to start moving before Torak comes here himself to take us down!" Ferino yelled sarcastically, waiting for Craig's reply.