The Final Battle of a Distant Realm

[dalamar_thedark]

(OOC: this is after WoS. And when I said 'distant' I meant like distant to us. This is in Krynn. Thank you. Please join and best of all HAVE FUN!!!)

It was pretty dark outside as Targo mounted his blue dragon. Tonight was the night, the night of all nights, at least for him, that is. Tonight Targo would show his commander who was boss, and this was it.

He pointed ahead to a field, nudging the dragon. "Set it on fire, Tor." The dragon did so and in a few seconds the whole field was on fire.

Targo smiled thoughtfully to himself, looking on to the city ahead. Palanthas.

"What are you thinking?" asked the dragon Tor.

"I'm thinking of what else you could do," replied Targo. "Do you not see the city before us?"

"...Yes," said Tor, guessing what his rider was thinking, "but you would be crazy to attempt to do that!"

"I'm not," answered Targo. "Let's get back here tomorrow. I need to plan."

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The rider and his mount flew away from Palanthas, towards a small clearing. There were tents there. It was his talon's temporary settlement. "Greetings, Targo," said a voice behind him.

(OOC: i hope this isn't as stupid a plot as the first one, but here goes.)

[Mariner]

OOC: Don't worry about plot, the more you game the better the continuity, heh? Mind If I join the ranks?

Name: Kour Shatterhorn
Race: Minotaur
Sex: Male
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Appearance: Black fur, Reddish-brown eyes, right horn is missing
Height: 6 ft 5 in
Weapons: Double-edged Axe, throwing daggers, net.
Bio: Kour came from a long line of Blood-sea Minotaurs excelling in seamenship and naval warfare. Shortly after the WoS his brother, Kouj, betrayed him leaving him without ship and crew. He joined the Blue dragon army ranks in order to regain his honor and to find and kill his brother.

[sticko_69]

OOC ill post my charater now and ill work my way in sometime if i can join

name Astrof
race human male
bio: a fighter from the south and a brooding dark hero once a champion of good now a evil twisted warrior of huge build and imcredable strenght for a human

[prophacyks]

(OOC: this is after WoS. And when I said 'distant' I meant like distant to us. This is in Krynn. Thank you. Please join and best of all HAVE FUN!!!)

It was pretty dark outside as Targo mounted his blue dragon. Tonight was the night, the night of all nights, at least for him, that is. Tonight Targo would show his commander who was boss, and this was it.

He pointed ahead to a field, nudging the dragon. "Set it on fire, Tor." The dragon did so and in a few seconds the whole field was on fire.

Targo smiled thoughtfully to himself, looking on to the city ahead. Palanthas.

"What are you thinking?" asked the dragon Tor.

"I'm thinking of what else you could do," replied Targo. "Do you not see the city before us?"

"...Yes," said Tor, guessing what his rider was thinking, "but you would be crazy to attempt to do that!"

"I'm not," answered Targo. "Let's get back here tomorrow. I need to plan."

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The rider and his mount flew away from Palanthas, towards a small clearing. There were tents there. It was his talon's temporary settlement. "Greetings, Targo," said a voice behind him.

(OOC: i hope this isn't as stupid a plot as the first one, but here goes.)


OOC: Mind if I take over that voice behind Targo?
Name: Carla
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Alignment: Netural evil
Appearence: Long black hair pulled back, brown eyes, she has a dangerous beauty but she doesn't let it get in the way. And most of the time uses it to get what she wants. She is tall and this but muscular from all her training and the fighting she does.
Weapon: Standard long sword, and a couple of daggers.
Bio: Carla spent most of her life in the knights, her parents were part and they still have no proof that she was involved in their deaths. She has learded plenty from them, to get what she wants, to manipulate others, and to watch her back at all times (to bad they didn't follow their own advice)

IC: Carla walk out from the shadow she was standing, arms folded an amused smile on her face "Greetings, Targo." She pauses for effect "Where have you been?"

[kenderman]

Name: Kashnik Thornhand
Race: Kender
Sex: Male
Alignment: Neutral
Appearance: Has many pouches and wears bright blue leggings and a bright yellow shirt.
Items: Compass of Knowledge, which, if you tell it to find something, it wil point you init's direction. Glasses of Seeing, which allow him to read anylanguage. Pyrotechnic Dagger, whcih, with a word, can shoot balls of fire. Dark Ruby, which can turn Kashnik into a shadow, which allows him to sneak around.
Weapons: Short sword

IC: As Targo lands, Kashnik starts yelling from where he is chained up. "You despicable beast! You murderous freak! Let me go!"

[Grimgor]

Name: Arach
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Alignment: Netural evil
Appearence: Pale and skeletal, clad in black robes obscuring most of his body. His eyes are black as the night.
Weapon: Magic
Bio: He is a renegade mage and the senior prist of Chemosh. He has by now "lived" through two hundred years in his masters service.

"My master may price the dead but keeping someone alive during torture is a sport I enjoy very much. Unless you want me to try and break my record on you, I'd suggest you to keep quiet." The cold voice belogned to Arach, coming over to rest a bony hand on the kenders shoulder.

[kenderman]

When the hand landed on his body, Kashnik reacted. He whipped up his loose chain around the hand and pulled, wrenching it off.
"Get away from me!" he shouts through the spraying gore.

[Grimgor]

Arachs hand dug deep into the kenders shoulder, the strength incomparable as the long fingernails dug deep into the flesh of Kashniks shoulder. A cold numbness spreads trough Kashniks body as the magic paralyses him. "Do not seek to defy me, whelp. My master is the lord of Death and I will decide myself when you are to die from my torture!"

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: wow lots of posts. better catch up!

BIC:

"I've been...places, Carla," answered Targo, dismissing Tor as he said it."What has happened while I was gone? This?" he added, pointing to the kender.

[kenderman]

Even as the magic seeps through, Kashnik looks the party in the face.
"You monsters."

[Grimgor]

Arach mocks a bow. "Thank you for the compliment. From what you've seen, I hardly deserve it yet."

[Kendergod]

Here's my character
Name: Aust Galondel
Race: Elf
Appearence: Typical ranger stuff.
Alignment: evil
Bio: Typical wandering elven ranger, except that he has a deep desire for power, but finds it his duty to help others. Killed his friend (a cleric of Paladine) over an argument a long time ago, but was sorry after he did so. That is where his duty to help others comes from.Could be easily corrupted.....

In the bushes Aust crept. He had not been seen yet. He knocked four arrows and fired at the chains which break for the arrow has a certain liquid that allows it to break steel. He jumped out of the bushes. "Run kender, kender run!!"

[dalamar_thedark]

(OOC: cool character. And I edited this because...Angrod!? I got my characters mixed up again...)

BIC:

Targo immediately turned around to face the intruder. "What the-" he sputtered. "Get that kender!"

Targo drew his steelsword and lunged for the guy, hoping that some would join him and some would grab the kender.

[Grimgor]

OOC: Well the kender is paralysed, so he's not gonig anywhere

BIC: Arach turns with an angry snarl, spits out a few indiscernable words only to send three balls of energy hurling towards the newcomer.

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: whoops

BIC:

Angrod suddenly remembers that Arach has the kender under a spell. Breathing a sigh of relief he goes for the forest and sneaks behind the intruder.

[kenderman]

Standing up, he yells to Aust.
"Aust! Where have you been! They could have killed me!"
Then the paralysis kicksin again, and Kashnik is slowed to a walk.
"You monsters."

[Kendergod]

Aust didn't expect Kashnik to be parylyzed. "Damn" He thought. Aust immediatly jumps out of the bushes as they catch on fire. He sends a regular arrow hurtling towards Arach while he gets out two light longswords.

[prophacyks]

Aust didn't expect Kashnik to be parylyzed. "Damn" He thought. Aust immediatly jumps out of the bushes as they catch on fire. He sends a regular arrow hurtling towards Arach while he gets out two light longswords.

Carla watches all of this in amusement, seeing that her dear friend was in trouble she decides to help out a little bit. She puts her fingers up to her lips, and whistles loudly. With in the minute about 20 knights come in and surround the elf and the kender, she then walks through to the center in front of the two "Surrender now, and perhaps I will make a plea to the commander to keep you alive. That is, of course if you make it worth to me." She smirks at them waiting for an answer, the whole time keeping her hand on the hilt of her sword. She then calls over her shoulder and many men to Angrod "You ok, over there Angrod. Wouldn't want my most best friend to be hurt."

[Kendergod]

OOC: Dammit Prophacyks. Everytime I create a kool new character you capture him...
By the way.. What are we all fighting about? Why was a kender captured!?!

BIC: There was no other option. The kender was parylyzed so they couldn't rush out.. He by himself probaly couldn't anyway. I wonder why they captured Kashnik Aust wondered. "Okay I surrender." Aust replied. "Kashnik you better too. Just trust me." He muttered to the kender.

[prophacyks]

OOC: Dammit Prophacyks. Everytime I create a kool new character you capture him...
By the way.. What are we all fighting about? Why was a kender captured!?!

BIC: There was no other option. The kender was parylyzed so they couldn't rush out.. He by himself probaly couldn't anyway. I wonder why they captured Kashnik Aust wondered. "Okay I surrender." Aust replied. "Kashnik you better too. Just trust me." He muttered to the kender.

OOC: Sorry, but you are in a camp of dark knights. A kender and an elf, you are lucky that someone hasn't already killed you for tresspassing. Besides if we don't capture you now where will the story go. Make him cool by adapting him in to the situation. What I need to know is do you want him to become part of all this or stay what would technically be the goodside. I can have her make an offer. I just go with the closest thing that would happen in the situation. And since I cannot kill you, well I have to go for second best. Besides, she is a dirty player. She will go with what ever suits her best. ;)

IC: "Good choice, go with these guards to my tent and I will meet you soon to discuss something that I am sure will make both of us happy. As for the kender, what ever happens to him is up to Arach it is his prisoner and I think he might have plans for him already." Carla stands there and waits for his answer, as three guards step forward around Aust ready to guide him or to subdue him depending on the answer.

[Mariner]

OOC: I rushed a little, go down two before reading this. sorry :D


IC: As the guards and their captives approached Carla's tent an enormous shadow began to smoothly creep towards them. The image of a great minotaur emerged in front of the startled guards.

"Where are you taking these captives," he barked with haste.

One of the guards stuttered, "Ttttoooo the mistresses tent Captain Shatter..hhhooorrnnn."

With a great sneer, Kour scanned the captives. A loud-mouthed kender and an elf stood defiantly before him. For some reason he respected their spirit, unlike the weak fools who were guarding them.

"You have thirty seconds to do so then, no longer or you will answer to me," he bellowed.

Kour did not like anyone other than the mistress alone in the tent while he was on guard. He knew not to defy her orders and shrugged it off. Without any effort he swung his double-edged axe upon his right shoulder, entered the tent and awaited Mistress Carla's arrival.

[Grimgor]

A grin of utter malice crosses Arach face. "Can I have the elf after you're done with him? A kender is hardly even worthy to practise on."

[Kendergod]

OOC: I guesss you're right prophacyks. It will be fun to play a character who does not know how to be evil, but craves power. He still has his guilt left in him from when he killed his friend.
IC: "Yes..." Aust took the kender's hand and followed the guards to the tent.

[kenderman]

"Power hungry sob."
Kashik looks at the Arach.
"Why practice on me at all? I mean, looka round. There are plenty of spineless troops milling around. Why not torture them? Or I can work for you! Throw in some treasure and I can be useful! We kender have an uncanny ability to get anywhere!"

[Grimgor]

Arach looks over at the kender for a second. "Unfortunately, you also have the uncanny ability to get away never to be heard from again. But wait... There may be a way." The kender starts floating at Arachs will and soars after him as he makes his way through the camp and disappears into his own tent. "I've been wanting to try this for some time on someone," he says distantly. He pulls out a knife and, without further ajour, drives it straight through the kenders neck. He twists a few times to make sure the wound is deadly, then starts counting, keeping a close eye on the kender. Just before his death, Arach utters a spell, instantly closing the wound, making the kender good as new. Except for his one eye being red. "There, that wasn't too bad, was it? Now, you're living at my will. Fail me and I will dismiss the magic holding your wound together. Now, we can begin talking. Follow me." He heads out of the tent, back towards the others.

OOC: Let me know if this is not okay

[Master_of_the_lance]

Here's my character
Name: Aust Galondel
Race: Elf
Appearence: Typical ranger stuff.
Alignment: evil
Bio: Typical wandering elven ranger, except that he has a deep desire for power, but finds it his duty to help others. Killed his friend (a cleric of Paladine) over an argument a long time ago, but was sorry after he did so. That is where his duty to help others comes from.Could be easily corrupted.....

In the bushes Aust crept. He had not been seen yet. He knocked four arrows and fired at the chains which break for the arrow has a certain liquid that allows it to break steel. He jumped out of the bushes. "Run kender, kender run!!"
OOC: :D I like your charcter kendergod mumble but still very loudly you theif

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: oh man lots to catch up on and prophacyks i was wondering when you'd get here ;)
And grimgor it's perfectly fine, as long as the person who plays the kender agrees with that, right?

BIC:

Targo steps out of the underbrush as he notes the others in a small group. Arach was also approaching with a kender. "What is it now?" he asked, tentatively.

[kenderman]

Touching his owund, Kash ik winces.
"What is your command, master?"

[Kendergod]

OOC: :D I like your charcter kendergod mumble but still very loudly you theif
OOC: :D inside joke, between a DM and one of his players...

Oh and kenderman, who are you saying that to?

[prophacyks]

OOC: :D inside joke, between a DM and one of his players...

Oh and kenderman, who are you saying that to?

OOC: Looks like Kenderman didn't realize he went with the elf. Oh ,and when did Carla get promoted to mistress, not that I mind at all but. If someone could let me in on what is going on with Carla and the Minotaur, i would just like to be aware of what is going on around me.

IC:Carla chuckles at how the simplist things can amuse Arach, then she walks over to Angrod as she dismisses the group of knights. As she gets closer she speaks "Good to see you alive, I was worried that the my shining knight was killed. You should really try to be nicer to others, or perhaps should we go and tell the commander all that we know?" Starting at beeing teasing, then her voice changes to warning at the end. The whole time though she is smiling.

[Master_of_the_lance]

Name:Krysir
Race:Minatour
Apperance:Averge minatour maybe a little bigger a scare from his left eye to chin.
Bio:Krysir was captured when he was young and toutured every day but this made him strong rather than weak then one day Ausr saved him and freed him from his captures telling him to do as he choices krysir stayed with aust being his loyal bodyguard doing any thing he was told.
IcKrysir waited behing as ordered but when aust was captured he could wait no longer he charged into the camp avoiding everyoneonce he entered the tent he saw his beloved freind and stoped.
OOc:Ok Kenergod do what we talked about earlier and everyone don't get mad this won't be a power struggle kg will make things right

[Kendergod]

OOC: Okay MoTL.

IC: "Stop Krysir. Just follow me and don't hurt anyone. We are going to discuss things like Terms of Surrender and things like that." Aust motioned Krysir to stand by him at the entrance at the tent waiting for Carla and Targo to talk to him and the kender.

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: I changed alot of posts cause I said Angrod instead of Targo...

BIC:

"Oh sure, let's go to the commander right now," said Targo, his voice heavily dripping with sarcasm. But noting the tone of warning in Carla's voice he added in a whisper,"What is it?"

[prophacyks]

OOC: I changed alot of posts cause I said Angrod instead of Targo...

BIC:

"Oh sure, let's go to the commander right now," said Targo, his voice heavily dripping with sarcasm. But noting the tone of warning in Carla's voice he added in a whisper,"What is it?"

OOC: Oh, Great Dalamar you are getting as good as Kendercommander. ;)

Carla smirks "Make me your second in command, and I will make sure he dies. If not, well I will be forced to warn him of your intentions." She whispers back to him.

[Master_of_the_lance]

Krysir at his masters command quickly lowers his weapon "Ok Aust" He snorts with a tone of obedience.

[kenderman]

Now Kashnik Red-Eye, he follows his new master into the tent.
"Auroch, why did you do this? Was there no other way to bind me to your service?"

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: prophacyks what did you mean by 'I was getting as good as kendy'? ;)

BIC:

"Who else would I choose to be my second-in-command, Carla?" Targo whispered back, casting her an almost affectionate glance. But he also looked upon her with a new respect.

[prophacyks]

OOC: prophacyks what did you mean by 'I was getting as good as kendy'? ;)

BIC:

"Who else would I choose to be my second-in-command, Carla?" Targo whispered back, casting her an almost affectionate glance. But he also looked upon her with a new respect.

OOC: Every time kender commander changes his kenders name to anything other then Acorn, he can never remember their name and ends up calling them acorn anyway. Oh and he gets even worse by forgetting others names also. I always give him a hard time about it.

IC: Carla smiles "Well you never know, I have to keep everything in perspective. Wouldn't want anything to fall out of control. Besides it would be a shame to get ride of someone I would very much like to get to know better. And trust me, you will be very happy for choosing me. " She puts a hand up to his face, when she notices the look caressing it affectionatally for a moment. "Come and find me in my tent when you are ready, I will let Kour know to expect you. And to keep it quiet. I must and see what this elf can do, he may be of help in what is to happen." She just bairly puts her lips to his, and at the last minute pulls apart from him. Turning and walking away back to her tent, only turning back once to give him a smile.

She finally arrives at her tent, and walks in.

[Master_of_the_lance]

Krysir talkes with a form of signs that they formed long ago.Saying ''Give me a command at any time I stand down but ready".

[Grimgor]

"Probably, but I found that to be the most entertaining. Blackmail has this tendency of becoming irrelevant at some point and threats won't hold anyones tongue when they are away from their master. Volunteered service comes very rarely from a person in your position, so I had to find my own way." Arach answers as he makes it back to the others. He settles himself on a rock and waits.

[prophacyks]

OOC: Every time kender commander changes his kenders name to anything other then Acorn, he can never remember their name and ends up calling them acorn anyway. Oh and he gets even worse by forgetting others names also. I always give him a hard time about it.

IC: Carla smiles "Well you never know, I have to keep everything in perspective. Wouldn't want anything to fall out of control. Besides it would be a shame to get ride of someone I would very much like to get to know better. And trust me, you will be very happy for choosing me. " She puts a hand up to his face, when she notices the look caressing it affectionatally for a moment. "Come and find me in my tent when you are ready, I will let Kour know to expect you. And to keep it quiet. I must and see what this elf can do, he may be of help in what is to happen." She just bairly puts her lips to his, and at the last minute pulls apart from him. Turning and walking away back to her tent, only turning back once to give him a smile.

She finally arrives at her tent, and walks in.

Carla smiles at her Minatour guard and how he is watching over her guest "Kour, has he been a good boy?"

[Mariner]

Carla smiles at her Minatour guard and how he is watching over her guest "Kour, has he been a good boy?"

At first glance he appeared no different from any other of his kinsmen, his chest revealed numerous scars from battle and one of his horns was missing. With time his allies and enemies understood that he is also an excellent battlefield tactician in both naval and aerial combat. This knowledge earned him quick advancement and the choice of his next assignment. He choose to be Carla's personal guard out of respect and admiration of her ability to win no matter what the costs. Eventually, she would be his conduit to attain his own regiment within the army.

The dark-haired minotaur broke his eye contact with the captive and turned to face Carla.
With his trademark sneer and a respectful nod he replied, "He has been... entertaining my lady."

"And what goes on among the ranks Lady Carla," he smoothly bellowed.

[prophacyks]

At first glance he appeared no different from any other of his kinsmen, his chest revealed numerous scars from battle and one of his horns was missing. With time his allies and enemies understood that he is also an excellent battlefield tactician in both naval and aerial combat. This knowledge earned him quick advancement and the choice of his next assignment. He choose to be Carla's personal guard out of respect and admiration of her ability to win no matter what the costs. Eventually, she would be his conduit to attain his own regiment within the army.

The dark-haired minotaur broke his eye contact with the captive and turned to face Carla.
With his trademark sneer and a respectful nod he replied, "He has been... entertaining my lady."

"And what goes on among the ranks Lady Carla," he smoothly bellowed.

"Very interesting, it seems there is discomfort in the ranks. And perhaps an up rising. But isn't there always." Carla chuckles, she then looks at the elf "But we will speak later, I need to speak with this elf right now. And I need you to watch for Targo, he will be coming to visit."

She then walks over to the elf, not paying attention anymore to Kour, smirking "Now what can you do for me?"

[Mariner]

"Very interesting, it seems there is discomfort in the ranks. And perhaps an up rising. But isn't there always." Carla chuckles, she then looks at the elf "But we will speak later, I need to speak with this elf right now. And I need you to watch for Targo, he will be coming to visit."

She then walks over to the elf, not paying attention anymore to Kour, smirking "Now what can you do for me?"

"As you wish my lady," he replied with pleasure.

Lifting his axe he left towards the entrance of the tent with a dangerously familiar sneer. A surge excitement rushed through him, the tingling of an approaching battle.

"The tides of change are going to approach soon," he whispered to himself.

[Kendergod]

She then walks over to the elf, not paying attention anymore to Kour, smirking "Now what can you do for me?"
"I can fight, I can kill, I can undertake any assignment you wish me to undertake provided that my comrade," Aust waved back to Krysir, "is with me at all times.. I will serve loyally. Now what can you give me? For I can easily just escape at any time. I ask you, what will hold me here?"

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: hm...you're very wily, prophacyks...

BIC:

Targo entered the tent, casting a glance Carla's way. "And what's this, a little tea party?" he teased. "Whatever have you been conversing about, Lady Carla?"

[kenderman]

"Lady Carla? Somebody's whipped."
The wound on Kashnik's neck flames up, causing great pain.
"Ow ow ow ow ow I'll be better! Make it stop!"

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: oh boy. that was sarcastic.

BIC:

"Keep whipping him," Targo said, in disinterest.

[prophacyks]

"I can fight, I can kill, I can undertake any assignment you wish me to undertake provided that my comrade," Aust waved back to Krysir, "is with me at all times.. I will serve loyally. Now what can you give me? For I can easily just escape at any time. I ask you, what will hold me here?"

"I would like to see that, well here is the deal I could use another guard or two. You will have food shelter and a pick from the spoiles. Good training, and if you prove yourself worthy eventually, perhaps you may get the chance to climb higher on the ladder. If you betray us, you die. You will be hunted." Carla stands serious infront of the elf.



OOC: hm...you're very wily, prophacyks...

BIC:

Targo entered the tent, casting a glance Carla's way. "And what's this, a little tea party?" he teased. "Whatever have you been conversing about, Lady Carla?"

OOC: Well she gets very bored, and guess what you are her new play toy. ;) :D

IC: She turns and smiles as she looks at Targo "Oh, yes it is. Would you like some tea? I cannot promise you though that it isn't poisoned." Smirking she walks closer "Well I didn't expect to see you here so soon. So I though I would do an interview for my new guards."

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: oh wow I'm SO honored *incredible sarcasm* and proph your sounding alot like Kitiara.

BIC:

Targo fed the tea to a nearby animal and it died. "No thanks I'll pass," he said, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "And who exactly are your new 'guards'?"

[kenderman]

"Between a red-eued kender and a dark elf, who would stand against her."

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: kenderman who exactly are you talking to?

[Kendergod]

"I would like to see that, well here is the deal I could use another guard or two. You will have food shelter and a pick from the spoiles. Good training, and if you prove yourself worthy eventually, perhaps you may get the chance to climb higher on the ladder. If you betray us, you die. You will be hunted." Carla stands serious infront of the elf.
"Sounds fair enough.. Where shall I be staying?"

[Master_of_the_lance]

Krysir noded in approval he could do this after all bodyguarding is what he had done for along time.Krysir leaned to talk to Aust ''Could we eather hunt or eat I haven't ate in along time''.

[prophacyks]

OOC: oh wow I'm SO honored *incredible sarcasm* and proph your sounding alot like Kitiara.

BIC:

Targo fed the tea to a nearby animal and it died. "No thanks I'll pass," he said, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "And who exactly are your new 'guards'?"


OOC: I was hoping you would be ;), and actually no I am atleast not trying to make her like Kitiara. If anything Carla is alot nicer then her. Lol, seeing that she has no new tea in her tent the animal died from old spoiled tea. Either that or it wasn't tea but a heavy drink. :D

IC: "I was joking, I didn't mean for you to drink it. Well, I figured anyone stupid enough to try and break into a camp of dark knights would most likely be stupid enough to be my guard. And desposiable enough, also." She says in a hushed voice to Targo.


"Sounds fair enough.. Where shall I be staying?"


Krysir noded in approval he could do this after all bodyguarding is what he had done for along time.Krysir leaned to talk to Aust ''Could we eather hunt or eat I haven't ate in along time''.

Carla turns and acknolgadges both voices "Go and talk to Kour for both you questions, he will show you where you need to go. Let him know that I said that he is in charge of the both of you now. And also let him know that I am not to be disturbed at all right now."

She then looks over at the kender " If your master has nothing for you to do, go with the other two. Have some food and get some sleep."

She looks back to Targo "Arach, really has a sick sence of humor."

[Kendergod]

"We will leave you alone now, Mistress Carla." He stepped out of the tent and motioned Krysir to follow. He asked Kour where his place was.

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: I was hoping you would be ;), and actually no I am atleast not trying to make her like Kitiara. If anything Carla is alot nicer then her. Lol, seeing that she has no new tea in her tent the animal died from old spoiled tea. Either that or it wasn't tea but a heavy drink. :D

IC: "I was joking, I didn't mean for you to drink it. Well, I figured anyone stupid enough to try and break into a camp of dark knights would most likely be stupid enough to be my guard. And desposiable enough, also." She says in a hushed voice to Targo.


OOC: tea!? ...*mumbles something about gross old herbal stuff*

BIC:

"Desposable?" Targo answered in a low voice. "Of course those idiotic trespassers are disposable! And...are you saying that the elf was dumb enough to be your guard? I knew he probably lost his wits when we captured him..."

[Grimgor]

"My lady," Arach makes an elegant bow with a glimt in his eyes and a way of movement that makes him unnerving at best. It was the same glimt ha had had during his last attempt at breaking his torture record. "Before you seal yourself completly, I have but a request to ask. The kender is now under my control for as long as he is interested in living. The spell I used lets me see things with his eye, hear things with his ear and end his life at any time. He would make an excellent spy. This is but a minor display of what I can do, given time. Allow me some prisoners to experiment on. The elf," he licks his lips with a sick smile. "Would be especially fitting. If only you'd let me..." he trails off, lost in whatever dark means of torture circling through his head.

[Mariner]

"We will leave you alone now, Mistress Carla." He stepped out of the tent and motioned Krysir to follow. He asked Kour where his place was.

OOC: Stupid enough to be your guard, thats funny Proph. Wait I'm one of the guards! *shudders*

IC: Kour displayed his disapprovable upon hearing his orders. Before leaving he tied a yellow sash around the handle of one of his daggers. With a great precise throw it embedded into one of the entrance posts of Carla's tent. This sign was known to all in the camp that she was not to be disturbed until it was removed. Motioning to the elf he began to take them to their quarters.

As they arrive to the tent Kour spoke to one of the squires, "Tell Blem to feed these men." The squire began a sprint towards the chow tent fearing that keeping Kour waiting would prevent him to seeing his next season alive.

"Sit down, these are your cots, you are not to leave unless I tell you to."

Moments later Blem arrived with his hands full of breads followed by the squire with a pot of stew. "Here you are Captain Shatterhorn," he smiled nervously.

"Thank you for your haste, I expect the same in the morning as well, Lady Carla will have the 'usual' for breakfast." The 'usual' indicated food for her and a guest. Staring toward the elf and minotaur he explained this is Lady Carla's personal cook and they will show him the same respect as they would to her. "Good evening" he noodded to the cook and without any other words Blem and the squire exited the tent.

" If you decide to leave you will be executed immediatly. You have just taken a job where you guard not only Lady Carla, but yourselves as well," he whispered.

[kenderman]

"No, master."
Kashnik turns to his torturer with unusual bravery, even for a kender.
"You did tis to me. I'm in your service, but i won't allow you to keep me handicapped. Do whatever awful stuff you want to do, do it to me. I don' care about the pain, but I want you to make me better."

[dalamar_thedark]

Targo looks outside to the kender and Arach. Satisfied that Arach would probably do something to shut up the kender, he turns back to Carla.

[prophacyks]

OOC: tea!? ...*mumbles something about gross old herbal stuff*

BIC:

"Desposable?" Targo answered in a low voice. "Of course those idiotic trespassers are disposable! And...are you saying that the elf was dumb enough to be your guard? I knew he probably lost his wits when we captured him..."

Carla just smiles at Targo, not offering any answer to him.


"My lady," Arach makes an elegant bow with a glimt in his eyes and a way of movement that makes him unnerving at best. It was the same glimt ha had had during his last attempt at breaking his torture record. "Before you seal yourself completly, I have but a request to ask. The kender is now under my control for as long as he is interested in living. The spell I used lets me see things with his eye, hear things with his ear and end his life at any time. He would make an excellent spy. This is but a minor display of what I can do, given time. Allow me some prisoners to experiment on. The elf," he licks his lips with a sick smile. "Would be especially fitting. If only you'd let me..." he trails off, lost in whatever dark means of torture circling through his head.


She turns away from Targo and chuckles at Arach "We shall see my friend, perhaps it is all depending how well he works for me. Now please take your kender and I will get back to you on the future of the knights. We may just have a new toy for you to play with soon."


Targo looks outside to the kender and Arach. Satisfied that Arach would probably do something to shut up the kender, he turns back to Carla.

Carla then turns and walks back in to her tent pulling Targo in with her. She then secures the flaps and turns back to Targo. Getting almost to close for comfort, she smiles teasingly "So what is the plan?"

OOC: Lol, Mariner. The thing between Kour and the other two, she trusts you. Or at least as much as she can for being a non trusting person. ;) And I like that the "Usual meal" Part. Cute. :D We keep this up, we may just scare Dalamar off. :p

[Mariner]

OOC: Lol, Mariner. The thing between Kour and the other two, she trusts you. Or at least as much as she can for being a non trusting person. ;) And I like that the "Usual meal" Part. Cute. :D We keep this up, we may just scare Dalamar off. :p

OOC:*Warning this thread may have adult themes parental discretion is advised* :D

Are we starting a new day or is there more development that needs to be brought to light?

[Grimgor]

"No, master."
Kashnik turns to his torturer with unusual bravery, even for a kender.
"You did tis to me. I'm in your service, but i won't allow you to keep me handicapped. Do whatever awful stuff you want to do, do it to me. I don' care about the pain, but I want you to make me better."

Arach Bows again with a smile and leaves the tent, taking the kender with him. "You want me to make you better? How? Physically?"

[prophacyks]

OOC:*Warning this thread may have adult themes parental discretion is advised* :D

Are we starting a new day or is there more development that needs to be brought to light?

OOC: Lol, if this keeps up we are going to have to make an 18 and over site. Unfortunatally there will, be none of the other great roleplayers here would be able to get into it. :D Sigh oh well. Well she did invite him in to talk over a plan so. Looks like it will be this day for a little bit longer.

[Grimgor]

OOC: I feel discriminated... I demand satisfaction! Or... Something... A cake would be nice *uhhm, cake*

[prophacyks]

OOC: I feel discriminated... I demand satisfaction! Or... Something... A cake would be nice *uhhm, cake*


OOC: Fine, here Take your cake. *throws it in Grimgor's face*

[Grimgor]

OOC: Are you mad at me?

[dalamar_thedark]

Carla then turns and walks back in to her tent pulling Targo in with her. She then secures the flaps and turns back to Targo. Getting almost to close for comfort, she smiles teasingly "So what is the plan?"

OOC: Lol, Mariner. The thing between Kour and the other two, she trusts you. Or at least as much as she can for being a non trusting person. ;) And I like that the "Usual meal" Part. Cute. :D We keep this up, we may just scare Dalamar off. :p

OOC: scare me off how? ;)

BIC:

"Plan?" Targo said with a smile. "Well, at this time of day the commander is taking his cozy little nap. Of course, he's a light sleeper, so you've gotta be ready. Usually there's a sword (his own sword, duh) beside him on his left, so you have to get to his right. The tent opening is on his left, so slit a hole in the right side. Quietly though. Then thrust a dagger into his vitals. Don't be freaked if he has any 'last words of death' or anything because that's a lot of - well as he might put it - that's a lot of 'hooey'," he finished, inwardly laughing at what the commander's last words may be.

OOC: better scare me off before I scare you off

[prophacyks]

OOC: scare me off how? ;)

BIC:

"Plan?" Targo said with a smile. "Well, at this time of day the commander is taking his cozy little nap. Of course, he's a light sleeper, so you've gotta be ready. Usually there's a sword (his own sword, duh) beside him on his left, so you have to get to his right. The tent opening is on his left, so slit a hole in the right side. Quietly though. Then thrust a dagger into his vitals. Don't be freaked if he has any 'last words of death' or anything because that's a lot of - well as he might put it - that's a lot of 'hooey'," he finished, inwardly laughing at what the commander's last words may be.

OOC: better scare me off before I scare you off

OOC: Oh, how could you possibly scare me off. :D

IC: "You think you have it so down pat don't you, what if a guard comes along. Actually arn't there guards guarding his tent? Have you really thought of every possible outcome?" She says getting a bit worried, she had hoped he had a better plan then this one.

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: Oh, how could you possibly scare me off. :D

IC: "You think you have it so down pat don't you, what if a guard comes along. Actually arn't there guards guarding his tent? Have you really thought of every possible outcome?" She says getting a bit worried, she had hoped he had a better plan then this one.

OOC: trust me, I'm pretty good at scaring people off if I want to ;)

BIC:

"The guards?" Targo grinned. "Oh, get a sharpshooter or something. They'll take care of that."

[prophacyks]

OOC: trust me, I'm pretty good at scaring people off if I want to ;)

BIC:

"The guards?" Targo grinned. "Oh, get a sharpshooter or something. They'll take care of that."

Carla walks away from him going over to a table, she takes up a glass bottle and pours the liquid that is in there into a glass "You are not very good at this are you? And it almost seems the way you are talking that you think i am going to do it, that wouldn't be the case would it?" Carla raises an eyebrow, then so her guest doesn't think she is rude she motions to the bottle seeing if he would like some.

[dalamar_thedark]

Carla walks away from him going over to a table, she takes up a glass bottle and pours the liquid that is in there into a glass "You are not very good at this are you? And it almost seems the way you are talking that you think i am going to do it, that wouldn't be the case would it?" Carla raises an eyebrow, then so her guest doesn't think she is rude she motions to the bottle seeing if he would like some.

Targo stared at the bottle for a moment, then sloshed a bit at another animal. The animal didn't die, but teetered around for a moment then looked a bit drunk. (OOC: yeah a drunk animal after a sip. i know.) Targo glanced at it for a moment, then grabbed the bottle and poured himself a glass. "Didn't you say earlier that you'd do the job? Oh well, I guess I can just ask one of my men to do it, or yours truly."

[prophacyks]

Targo stared at the bottle for a moment, then sloshed a bit at another animal. The animal didn't die, but teetered around for a moment then looked a bit drunk. (OOC: yeah a drunk animal after a sip. i know.) Targo glanced at it for a moment, then grabbed the bottle and poured himself a glass. "Didn't you say earlier that you'd do the job? Oh well, I guess I can just ask one of my men to do it, or yours truly."

OOC: She seems to have alot of animals in her tent. :D

IC: She chuckles "That would be very generous of me to do that, and if I did kill him we would not have had the conversation about me being second in command. In fact I would have made sure you would have died first, you know to get rid of the compatition. Then killed him after. I said I would help you, and from the sound of it I will be helping you. For instance, you need not kill more then you have to. Meaning you will not be killing guards unless they find you out. Second, do it yourself but be willing to use the ones around you weather they know that they are doing it or not. Why other would you bother to be nice to anyone, unless you want something from them. And lastly do not trust anyone but yourself, if they are working with you know their motives for doing so. Are they going to plan on killing you later for the seat. This is not something that can be done just on a wim, there is no garentee that it will work. So you have to make it work for you." She smiles at him hoping that he is getting the idea.

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: She seems to have alot of animals in her tent. :D

IC: She chuckles "That would be very generous of me to do that, and if I did kill him we would not have had the conversation about me being second in command. In fact I would have made sure you would have died first, you know to get rid of the compatition. Then killed him after. I said I would help you, and from the sound of it I will be helping you. For instance, you need not kill more then you have to. Meaning you will not be killing guards unless they find you out. Second, do it yourself but be willing to use the ones around you weather they know that they are doing it or not. Why other would you bother to be nice to anyone, unless you want something from them. And lastly do not trust anyone but yourself, if they are working with you know their motives for doing so. Are they going to plan on killing you later for the seat. This is not something that can be done just on a wim, there is no garentee that it will work. So you have to make it work for you." She smiles at him hoping that he is getting the idea.

OOC: hm...i wonder how the animals got there ;)
BIC:

Targo smiled. "Then what reason is there to trust you? And I guess I'll get one of my men to do it for me. There's no use in you killing me off or I you."

[prophacyks]

OOC: hm...i wonder how the animals got there ;)
BIC:

Targo smiled. "Then what reason is there to trust you? And I guess I'll get one of my men to do it for me. There's no use in you killing me off or I you."

"That is the great part, you can't trust me. But i also do not want to be commander, there is to much responsabiliy that comes with that. Being your second gives me the freedom that I want, to do the things that please me. Besides I have enough people that might want to kill me, I do not want to give them another reason. I like my head right where it is. " She chuckles and then takes a drink, she then puts her glass down and walks over to Targo. She moves to the back of him and puts her arms around him like she is hugging him, and puts her lips up to his ear "You must kill him yourself, the others will respect your for that. It another does it, they will think you weak and besides if someone else does it there is the chance that they will take the role of commander instead. If it is your wish, I will help you. I think I may even have a plan." She holds him a little bit tighter laying her head on his back enjoying the warmpth.

OOC: She has a secrat love of cute fluffy animals, and she hids them in her tent so the others won't see. :D

[dalamar_thedark]

"That is the great part, you can't trust me. But i also do not want to be commander, there is to much responsabiliy that comes with that. Being your second gives me the freedom that I want, to do the things that please me. Besides I have enough people that might want to kill me, I do not want to give them another reason. I like my head right where it is. " She chuckles and then takes a drink, she then puts her glass down and walks over to Targo. She moves to the back of him and puts her arms around him like she is hugging him, and puts her lips up to his ear "You must kill him yourself, the others will respect your for that. It another does it, they will think you weak and besides if someone else does it there is the chance that they will take the role of commander instead. If it is your wish, I will help you. I think I may even have a plan." She holds him a little bit tighter laying her head on his back enjoying the warmpth.

OOC: She has a secrat love of cute fluffy animals, and she hids them in her tent so the others won't see. :D

OOC: cute fluffy animals!? :eek: man someone call in a taxidermist! j/k of course. ;)

BIC:

Targo felt himself soften upon Carla's touch, and he did nothing to stop her. "Of course I'll do it myself," he said with a smile. "Who else would do a better job? When do you want me to do it? Now, Lady Carla?" he added, with a sardonic smile, though he didn't really want this night to end.

OOC: does anyone else think this is getting a bit high for my age group? :rolleyes:

[prophacyks]

OOC: cute fluffy animals!? :eek: man someone call in a taxidermist! j/k of course. ;)

BIC:

Targo felt himself soften upon Carla's touch, and he did nothing to stop her. "Of course I'll do it myself," he said with a smile. "Who else would do a better job? When do you want me to do it? Now, Lady Carla?" he added, with a sardonic smile, though he didn't really want this night to end.

OOC: does anyone else think this is getting a bit high for my age group? :rolleyes:

OOC: No my cute little bunnies. :p

IC: Carla lets go of him quickly, she walks across her tent and takes her glass up again pouring somemore of the drink into it "Give me 15 minutes to get there, and them come over to kill him. There will be no guards, I will send them away like I usually do. Just make sure it is him that you kill. If it all goes right he will never see it coming. You can go right through the front flap, he will not see you I will make sure." She drinks it down quick, she has an aura of nervous excitement surrounding her. She then walks over to a mirror to check herself in it, she takes her brush and starts brushing her hair almost ignoring Targo now.

OOC: I am keeping this a clean, as can be. Sometimes it is just to fun to tease though. Nothing will be written that will be inapropriate for small eyes.

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: No my cute little bunnies. :p

IC: Carla lets go of him quickly, she walks across her tent and takes her glass up again pouring somemore of the drink into it "Give me 15 minutes to get there, and them come over to kill him. There will be no guards, I will send them away like I usually do. Just make sure it is him that you kill. If it all goes right he will never see it coming. You can go right through the front flap, he will not see you I will make sure." She drinks it down quick, she has an aura of nervous excitement surrounding her. She then walks over to a mirror to check herself in it, she takes her brush and starts brushing her hair almost ignoring Targo now.

OOC: I am keeping this a clean, as can be. Sometimes it is just to fun to tease though. Nothing will be written that will be inapropriate for small eyes.


OOC: lol, good

BIC:

"Oh, don't worry I'll be waiting there," said Targo. He left the tent as she was brushing her hair. Targo entered his own tent and quickly wrote something down in a journal, then shut it. There was no need for guarding the journal, it was written in a code that he himself knew. Then he sat down and waited until it was 15 minutes

OOC: just thinking here...how do they tell what time? not like they have a sun dial

[prophacyks]

OOC: lol, good

BIC:

"Oh, don't worry I'll be waiting there," said Targo. He left the tent as she was brushing her hair. Targo entered his own tent and quickly wrote something down in a journal, then shut it. There was no need for guarding the journal, it was written in a code that he himself knew. Then he sat down and waited until it was 15 minutes

OOC: just thinking here...how do they tell what time? not like they have a sun dial

OOC: I don't know, That is a good question. Instinct I guess.

IC: Carla finishes brushing her hair, and then goes into a chest and pulls out a Bottle just like the one they had been drinking from before. It has a liquid just a little darker then the liquid in the other bottle. You couldn't really notice it unless you put the two side by side. She has been saving this one for a night like tonight. She had druged it a while ago so who ever drinks of is, gets drunk alot faster. What Targo doesn't know is that she has been planning this for a long time, making her actions in everyday life so perfect and so precise that the become natural to her. Even going to visit that son of a snake every night, has become to natural to her now. But she will do what she needs to get what she wants, perhaps there we other ways to get what she wanted. But this will garentee now that she will be by his side.

So like everynight, she walks to the commanders tent along the same path that she knows by heart now. She reaches his tent, two guards stand at the front one of them speaks "He is waiting for you?"

Carla forces a smile "Of course he is, why don't the two of you go and get a little something to eat. I am sure you will find Kour there."

"Yes, my Lady" They both bow their heads and take off. She proceeds to walk in to the tent.

OOC: Alright how are we going to do this. Do we want someone else to play the commander? Or what?

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: just say one of us is controlling the commander. i can if you want me to.

[prophacyks]

OOC: just say one of us is controlling the commander. i can if you want me to.


ooc: Well lets see if anyone else want to.

[dalamar_thedark]

ooc: Well lets see if anyone else want to.

OOC: well I'm at least going to walk up to the tent like you

BIC:

Targo walked up to the tent, following Carla whom he saw also entering the tent. The guards moved in front of him, but he kept his hand on his sword and a warning glance made the guards get slightly back.

[Mariner]

OOC: I will play the commader if you wish. I PMed you proph so if you read this first disregard it.*whisles while shuffling feet in the sand*

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: cool. i wonder what the commander will be like then

[dalamar_thedark]

Targo walked into the tent cautiously. The commander was further into the shadows. He carefully kept his hand on his swordhilt, ready too whip it out if anything happend.

[Mariner]

OOC: Hey Lil' D, Carla has already sent the guards away to eat with Kour. Carla is in the tent getting him nice and drunk. If you don't mind I can write your entry into the tent and we can go from there.

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: Hey Lil' D, Carla has already sent the guards away to eat with Kour. Carla is in the tent getting him nice and drunk. If you don't mind I can write your entry into the tent and we can go from there.

OOC: sure thing Mariner. And what's with Lil'D?

[prophacyks]

OOC: sure thing Mariner. And what's with Lil'D?

OOC: I will wait to see what you write Mariner ;)

[kenderman]

ooc; I'm won't be posting much, but justalways asume im with the guy who controls me, o if he sent me somewhere, I'm there.

bic; nothign to say

[Grimgor]

OOC: Kenderman, your master actually asked you a question if you look at my last IC post.

[kenderman]

ooc; what did you ask?

[prophacyks]

Carla enters the commanders tent, knowing full well he was waiting for her he always is. She holds out the bottle as she enter "I thought you might like to have a drink commander?" She say in he most innocent of voices.

[Grimgor]

OOC: You said something about getting stronger, and I asked you up on it.

[Mariner]

Moments earlier……….Carla enters the commander’s tent, knowing full well he was waiting for her, he always is. She holds out the bottle as she enter "I thought you might like to have a drink commander?" She said in he most innocent of voices.

Carla waited a moment for her eyes to adjust in the darkness. Carla noted there were four candles burning, two next to his bed and two on the map table.” There were many opportunities to use the darkness against him,” she thought.

Commander Szarat revealed himself from the darkness, “ Isn’t there an old solamnic proverb about friends bearing gifts,” he hissed with sarcasm.

Szarat was a short man standing a little over 5 foot seven inches and he was built like a warhorse. His piercing blue eyes gave the perceived notion he was a force to be reckoned with. He bore a long red beard to cover a scar his mother inflicted upon him as a child. His head was shaven to reveal barbaric runes that were inked using an age-old technique known only to his people.

“I have waited all day for your arrival,” he whispered as he walked towards Carla. His hand began to caress her face as he raised his dagger to her throat.

Carla smirked unwavering to his threat, which excited him. There were few who dared to butt heads with him. Her actions did not grant his respect nonetheless, she was his, just another toy. He promised her an advancement that would never come. Soon he would toss her aside to promote another.

Smiling, he removed his dagger and walked towards the table grabbing two glasses. “Have a seat, I wish to hear your excuse for the infiltration of my camp,” he spoke with contempt.

OOC: OK, lets get it on…

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: okay...

BIC:

Targo stood at the entrance outside, listening. His hand was resting uneasily on his sword hilt, yet he gripped it with all his strength he had.

[prophacyks]

Moments earlier……….Carla enters the commander’s tent, knowing full well he was waiting for her, he always is. She holds out the bottle as she enter "I thought you might like to have a drink commander?" She said in he most innocent of voices.

Carla waited a moment for her eyes to adjust in the darkness. Carla noted there were four candles burning, two next to his bed and two on the map table.” There were many opportunities to use the darkness against him,” she thought.

Commander Szarat revealed himself from the darkness, “ Isn’t there an old solamnic proverb about friends bearing gifts,” he hissed with sarcasm.

Szarat was a short man standing a little over 5 foot seven inches and he was built like a warhorse. His piercing blue eyes gave the perceived notion he was a force to be reckoned with. He bore a long red beard to cover a scar his mother inflicted upon him as a child. His head was shaven to reveal barbaric runes that were inked using an age-old technique known only to his people.

“I have waited all day for your arrival,” he whispered as he walked towards Carla. His hand began to caress her face as he raised his dagger to her throat.

Carla smirked unwavering to his threat, which excited him. There were few who dared to butt heads with him. Her actions did not grant his respect nonetheless, she was his, just another toy. He promised her an advancement that would never come. Soon he would toss her aside to promote another.

Smiling, he removed his dagger and walked towards the table grabbing two glasses. “Have a seat, I wish to hear your excuse for the infiltration of my camp,” he spoke with contempt.

OOC: OK, lets get it on…

"But I thought you had always liked my gifts?" Smirking, she sits. Trying not to lose her cool. "What would make you think that I would do something like infiltrating your camp, i do so enjoy my comforts here?" She smiles, pouring so liquid into both glasses.

[Mariner]

"But I thought you had always liked my gifts?" Smirking, she sits. Trying not to lose her cool. "What would make you think that I would do something like infiltrating your camp, i do so enjoy my comforts here?" She smiles, pouring so liquid into both glasses.

Brushing the thought from his mind he raised his glass towards the maps. His eyes scanned the terrain as he swallowed the drink whole. He placed the glass down glancing at Carla indicating another round. Without taking his gaze away from her he started to trace the outline of Palanthas with his dagger. The very same weapon that he used to attain his command.

The prior commander was his closest friend throughout the War of Souls. They had been squires together, training day and night preparing for their tests. They were each others confidants, a code made only in battle. Once the army of Mina was defeated that all changed. Cyril was placed in charge through less than honorable intentions. In Szarat's eyes he was not a knight worthy of such priviledge. His contempt for Cyril's actions corrupted his values as well. He placed the dagger in Cyril's back becoming that which he despised the most. He became ruthless, he commanded his army's actions with unbridled thought. He was becoming a liability to his command, the rumors then began to spread about his fits of insanity. When he killed his dear friend, he also destroyed all that was reason. In his mind death would be a pleasure, one final battle, even if it meant the demise of his army in the process.

"We are going to destroy Palanthas," he whispered with profane joy.

[prophacyks]

Brushing the thought from his mind he raised his glass towards the maps. His eyes scanned the terrain as he swallowed the drink whole. He placed the glass down glancing at Carla indicating another round. Without taking his gaze away from her he started to trace the outline of Palanthas with his dagger. The very same weapon that he used to attain his command. The prior commander was his closest friend throughout the War of Souls. They had been squires together, training day and night preparing for their tests. They were each others confidants, a code made only in battle. Once the army of Mina was defeated that all changed. Cyril was placed in charge through less than honorable intentions. In Szarat's eyes he was not a knight worthy of such priviledge. His contempt for Cyril's actions corrupted his values as well. He placed the dagger in Cyril's back becoming that which he despised the most. He became ruthless, he commanded his army's actions with unbridled thought. He was becoming a liability to his command, the rumors then began to spread about his fits of insanity. When he killed his dear friend, he also destoyed all that was reason. In his mind death would be a pleasure, one final battle, even if it meant the demise of his army in the process.

"We are going to destroy Palanthas," he whispered with profane joy.

Carla pours him another glass, not believing how easy this is. She then take her own into her hands, to pretend to take a sip because he is watching her. Upon him declairing though that he intends to destroy Palanthas, she forgets herself and in her surprise she drinks all that is in the glass down. Placing the glass down she look at him like he has gone mad "So the rumors are true, you have gone mad. There is no way to do that with out getting everyone killed. You cannot do that no one would follow you."

[dalamar_thedark]

Targo smirked. He had himself been suggesting that. And here the commander was now, saying it too. His dragon was officially corrected.

[Mariner]

Szarat's face began to flush red with anger. "Who are you to qusestion me? I am their commander, they will do as I wish."

"We are without a queen, our armies are broken, we need to regain our honor. I will bring greatness to our order once again. I will not let the Solamnics wipe us from the face of history. It is they who shall be vanquished. This road starts through Palanthas, " he spat with contempt.

Calming himself again he softly spoke, "Do you not wish to attain our once feared greatness?"

"You are either the Dragon or its prey. You need to realize that your loyalty belongs to me and no other," he whispered while pouring another drink.

[prophacyks]

Szarat's face began to flush red with anger. "Who are you to qusestion me? I am their commander, they will do as I wish."

"We are without a queen, our armies are broken, we need to regain our honor. I will bring greatness to our order once again. I will not let the Solamnics wipe us from the face of history. It is they who shall be vanquished. This road starts through Palanthas, " he spat with contempt.

Calming himself again he softly spoke, "Do you not wish to attain our once feared greatness?"

"You are either the Dragon or its prey. You need to realize that your loyalty belongs to me and no other," he whispered while pouring another drink.

Carla takes the glass out from under him pouring the liquid, she then throws the liquid that is the glass at his face. And slams the glass down "I will obtain that greatness, with my loyalty going to who ever I choose. No knight in there right mind would be fool enough to follow you into greatness in death. These are ruffians, theives, murderers, if there lives are on the line not even you will keep them there. We do not have the honor of the old days, even if we had the queen it would not matter. To do this now would mean certain death, to do this with a bigger army at least some of us would get out alive. I cannot allow you to destroy, what I have waited so long to achieve." She slams her fist down on the table, rage spilling out of her the whole time screaming the words

[Mariner]

Carla takes the glass out from under him pouring the liquid, she then throws the liquid that is the glass at his face. And slams the glass down "I will obtain that greatness, with my loyalty going to who ever I choose. No knight in there right mind would be fool enough to follow you into greatness in death. These are ruffians, theives, murderers, if there lives are on the line not even you will keep them there. We do not have the honor of the old days, even if we had the queen it would not matter. To do this now would mean certain death, to do this with a bigger army at least some of us would get out alive. I cannot allow you to destroy, what I have waited so long to achieve." She slams her fist down on the table, rage spilling out of her the whole time screaming the words

The look of madness quickly washed over Szarat's face. He laughed with volatile amusement. "If you wish to challenge my authority, do so on the field of battle," he yelled back.

"Maybe your death will be enough for the morale of these troops," he smirked.

[prophacyks]

The look of madness quickly washed over Szarat's face. He laughed with volatile amusement. "If you wish to challenge my authority, do so on the field of battle," he yelled back.

"Maybe your death will be enough for the morale of these troops," he smirked.


She moves quickally and gets right into his face "There is one others death that would be far better for the troops morale, then mine? He who thinks he is so high and mighty shall fall hard."

[Grimgor]

A little back, Arach is listening to the conversation. "Such anger, such fear. The mad faces the rational. The desicion shall surely be entertaining." He mumbles with a smile.

[Mariner]

She moves quickly and gets right into his face "There is one others death that would be far better for the troops morale, then mine? He who thinks he is so high and mighty shall fall hard."

Szarat leaned close to the point their noses almost touched, the heat from Carla's face washed over him. He knew she spoke the truth, vagabonds, murderers, these people could not organize enough to defeat a handful of gully dwarves. His expression faded from rage to sadness.

Gazing into Carla's eyes he began to whisper,"I have lived my life by the code. My vision showed me to be a great Dragonlord, a conquerer. Attaining that which Lord Arakian could never accomplish. I know now I am cursed with the memory of betrayal."

As if a candle had been extiguished his expression changed to that of insanity.

"If you beleive me to be unfit of my position, find your champion amongst these fools. The only way to be rid of me would be death."

[dalamar_thedark]

Targo noticed Arach also eavesdropping. He smiled thoughtfully, then tapped Arach on the shoulder. "What are you doing here?" he hissed.

OOC: stupid question? o well ;)

[prophacyks]

Szarat leaned close to the point their noses almost touched, the heat from Carla's face washed over him. He knew she spoke the truth, vagabonds, murderers, these people could not organize enough to defeat a handful of gully dwarves. His expression faded from rage to sadness.

Gazing into Carla's eyes he began to whisper,"I have lived my life by the code. My vision showed me to be a great Dragonlord, a conquerer. Attaining that which Lord Arakian could never accomplish. I know now I am cursed with the memory of betrayal."

As if a candle had been extiguished his expression changed to that of insanity.

"If you beleive me to be unfit of my position, find your champion amongst these fools. The only way to be rid of me would be death."

Carla's eyes softened slightly, as she stairs into this nearly broken mans eyes not knowing why she feels the resolve is slipping, perhaps the drink she drank by accident "We all are, are curse with the memory of betrayal. But we would not reach the places we are now if we didn't, our kind cannot regret It would destroy us. " Closing her eyes and leaning her forhead against his, hoping that Targo would do something soon before she lost herself "I have found my champion, whether he will be any better then you. I don't know, but he treats me good, I know what you think of me. You think me a whore, perhaps I am. But what else can I do to get what I want?" She sighs, finding herself getting dizzy.

[Mariner]

Carla's eyes softened slightly, as she stairs into this nearly broken mans eyes not knowing why she feels the resolve is slipping, perhaps the drink she drank by accident "We all are, are curse with the memory of betrayal. But we would not reach the places we are now if we didn't, our kind cannot regret It would destroy us. " Closing her eyes and leaning her forhead against his, hoping that Targo would do something soon before she lost herself "I have found my champion, whether he will be any better then you. I don't know, but he treats me good, I know what you think of me. You think me a whore, perhaps I am. But what else can I do to get what I want?" She sighs, finding herself getting dizzy.

"You are a knight, do not forget that....above all else...I have misjudged you," he slurred.

The effects of the drink started to become apparent. He broke away from Carla staggering towards the bed waving his hand towards her. He looked back through hazy eyes unable to focus upon her beauty and new found strength. The darkness closed in upon him...

"You are dis...missed," he spoke falling short of his bed.

[Grimgor]

"Looking for test subjects asking stupid questions," Arach replied, his face twisted in a perverse parody of a humorous expression. His dark eyes revealed that, it being his true intentions or not, it could be arranged in minutes.

[prophacyks]

"You are a knight, do not forget that....above all else...I have misjudged you," he slurred.

The effects of the drink started to become apparent. He broke away from Carla staggering towards the bed waving his hand towards her. He looked back through hazy eyes unable to focus upon her beauty and new found strength. The darkness closed in upon him...

"You are dis...missed," he spoke falling short of his bed.

She quickally finds a chair and falls into it, as what was holding her up was gone. Her head in her hands, she looks over to the flap of the tent for a moment yelling "TARGO, it is time." The last part she almost whispers.

[Atrina Highmoon]

OOC: I hope it is o.k. to join your RPG, if not, I will leave this thread at the request I leave it...if that made any sense. If you've roleplayed with me in the other thread, I have drastically changed my character information...Once more tell me t go if I am intruding.

BIO:

Name: Atrina Highmoon
Race: Dragon/Elf transformation (Silvaneti)
Abilities: Magic and can transform into a White Dragon.
Weapons: Small throwing daggers in Elf form, A slender wooden staff with a double edged AXE at the top (Crystal in between the blades)
History: Been a dragon all her life, very smart and sly. She uses her magic against any that oppose her. At one time she was a good dragon, in the chaos wars. She changed and became neutral only knowing that a prophet told her that she would want to be on the winning side at the end.
Alignment: Neutral.
Appearance:

Dragon-She has beautiful white skin and cool broight blue eyes. She can fly faster than any other dragon and is not a force to be recokened with, although she is small.

Elven- She has long Black hair and white streaks running throughout the hair.

Clothes: She wears a blue strapless, leather top and a black dress that is actually two peices of none attached fabric, that are tied by string at her hips. She wears white boots with blue fuzz at the top of them.

BIC:

A beautiful white dragon soared through the clouds and landed at the camp, quickly transforming into a beautiful eleven girl. She scowls, she was bruised on her forearm because she was attacked by a human when carrying out her mission. She walks swiftly around the camp, wondering where everyone was.

[dalamar_thedark]

She quickally finds a chair and falls into it, as what was holding her up was gone. Her head in her hands, she looks over to the flap of the tent for a moment yelling "TARGO, it is time." The last part she almost whispers.

OOC: ok. and Atrina you can join in anytime now. I'm not sure how you can fit in the tent, but whatever you think is good. ;) *an RPer whacks DtD on the head and screams 'flirt!'*

BIC:

"I'm coming!" Targo yelled back. He treaded silently into the tent, noting the people and the surroundings and the commander that just missed the bed as he fell.

"Um...whatup?" he said with a smile.

OOC: yeah. whatup. got a problem with that? :rolleyes:

[Atrina Highmoon]

OOC: O.k. I hope I can fit in my elven form, if not, I'll turn into dragon and freeze you all. :D :p
BIC:

Atrina smiles seeing Targo, run into the tent. She walks into the tent, her elven form was a beautiful form and she marveled at herself for a moment, knowing the commander would be pleased that she carried out with killing a human that was going to lead a rebellion against the highlords.
She smirks looking around.
"Whats going on?" She asks. wondering why everyone looked tired.

[prophacyks]

OOC: ok. and Atrina you can join in anytime now. I'm not sure how you can fit in the tent, but whatever you think is good. ;) *an RPer whacks DtD on the head and screams 'flirt!'*

BIC:

"I'm coming!" Targo yelled back. He treaded silently into the tent, noting the people and the surroundings and the commander that just missed the bed as he fell.

"Um...whatup?" he said with a smile.

OOC: yeah. whatup. got a problem with that? :rolleyes:

Carla bairly raising her voice, but sounds harsh "Kill him you fool, this is your only chance."

She then looks at the elf that walked in "You, go get Kour for me. I will need his help."

[Atrina Highmoon]

Atrina no sooner walks in the tent and she is told to get Kour. Although she is not sure who he is, the drgon/elf sighs and looks around. Several people were walking around the camp.
"Who is Kour?" She mumbles to herself.
"Kour, is anyone here named Kour?" Atrinas tone is bitter. She didn't like getting bossed around, but hopefully, Targo would take care of the commander...for good. Atrina hated the coomander. Targo would be so much beter as commander, or maybe Carla would be a good commander aswell. The elf sat there patentely waiting for a reply, she had never heard of Kour.

[dalamar_thedark]

"Sure thing, Carla," said Targo. He unsheathed his steel broadsword, swung it a few times, then brought it straight into the commander's chest. Dead.

OOC: I'll spare people the details. not sure if we can have graphic words here. and bye bye commander!

[Grimgor]

OOC: I don't know what conversdations you've had outside the forum, but unless mariner agrees, it is basically against the rules to kill someone elses character

BIC: "Tsk tsk, such bloodshed," Arach appears at the entrance to the tent. In his hand he holds a white orb, shining with a pale, sick white light. This make3s his undead appearance even more unnerving. He is smiling, combining his horrible parody of humor with expectations. "Can I have him? The Master longs for corpses."

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: meh, prophacyks agreed that we were to kill that guy, or so I thought.

BIC:

"You want him? You can have him...er, what's left of him."

[Atrina Highmoon]

Atrina smiles. The smell of the commanders blood was very soothing for her. She instanly turned around and ran into the tent, pushing Arach out of her way. She pulls a veil out from thin air and scoops it over some of his blood. She corks it and it disappears once more. She looks at the others and smirks.

"I may be able to use is blood for a potion or spell...to bring back his dead body at your control master Targo. Of course."

She only smiles a mischevious smile and mutters some words of magic. Her Staff appears, its double edged axe at the top. She rests it on the commanders fot ad pulls it up, then swipes his foot away. The blood spewing everywhere. She picks up the foot and tosses it at Arach," I've wanted to do that for soooooo long. So..."She says looking at Targo, " What do we do next? And since your the commander now, I took care of the rebellions leader. He is no longer a threat to us."

Another miles runs across her face as her staff disappears and a strong gust of wind begins to blow. Her eyes go to their normal color, a cool and chilling white, like ice, and the area aroudnd her begins to change, the rough dirt starts to become smooth ice.

"Someone, or something is coming. I feel it, I know it. Be careful. We might have visitors in the mourn."

Everything quickly chnges back to normal, including her white eyes. She blinks and rolls her neck, trying to force it to crack. her brown hair flows behind her, the white streak, the streak of the white dragon( as many called it), distinctively showing to any onlookers.
She pulls out a daggers with a blue aura glowing around it. A trinket she picked up from one of the rebels she fought. A dagger of great power, if she could figure out how to use it. She slips it back onto the string holding up her semi-skirt (although it was just two peices of fabric). The cold steel of the dagger pressd against her thigh as she walked.

"Oh, and one more thing. I found thee with the reels. there enchanted weapons. I thought you might like them, my lord."

She waves her hand and a chest appears, open revealing several weapons with auras surronding them, all of different colors.