Jabidas watchs the group with a bemused look on his face, he murmers circus antics too low for anyone to hear him, except perhapse the overgrown chicken but he isnt paying attention.

Since he now has his rocks and a wand the sorcerer sits back comftrably against the mast at the back of the boat watching the sun set. The sorcerer grins widly panning out listening to the various bards sing.

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The next leg of the journey is restful and the weather has got a bit sunnier too. Viconia and the paladins have healed each other up.Theplan is to rest in Chalice before continuing to the Moonstone Hills

Chalice only has 1 small inn,but there is room in the church (which may appeal to the Paladins anyway). Skye thought he saw a shadowy figure during the night,but it was soon gone

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Tancred drowsily listens to the bitter display of curses on show from Skye and Ash. Out of his armour and huddled beneath a blanket, he watches the sky darken and night fall. Raising dead - even small avians - takes it out of you, and the Cavalier settles down to some rest.
"Good night, Karna - oh." Tancred ruefully looks over at his sword, arranged in its' scabbard, and with a small pillow of silk to rest the pommel upon. He watched it for some time, half-drifting between wake and sleep, eventually coming to the conclusion that giving a sword a pillow was silly.
He looks up for one brief moment at the quarelling pair, before slowly leaving the world of the woken.

"I need directions on how to get to the citadel," Rhazor states openly, "the life of many depends on it." A tall, well-built man in scarlet robes and white whiskers turns to Rhazor. "Come with me, this way to the library." The two of them make their way down towards the back of the lab, where shelves upon shelves of books and scrolls lie. There, Calinstro pulls out a cased scroll. He pops the top off the case, and pulls out the scroll. A stench of ages circulates around them as the scroll is brought up. "Take this m'lord, and hurry to the citadel." The Sage hands the scroll to Rhazor. "Thank you my friend, I knew I could always trust you.." after he says this, he bolts towards the door.

Jabidas having got his four hours rest on the ship ends up prowling the village in the middle of the night. The sorcerer wanders into peoples rooms at random and puts numerous lizards he found down by the mossy bank into their beds. This is probably the dark figure skye saw.

The elfs mischivous side comes back again when he creeps into the chapel and drops a stunned but aroused skunk into the bed of the towns priest, the screams could be called a wail of the banshee so terrible are they. He runs out and all is in chaos as he watchs while invisable.

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Lord Raptor and Viconia ignore the noise -unless there's fighting, no need to get involved. Viconia needs her splls, so LR investigates,sees the townspeople running around shouting, and pops out to help them quieten (using headbutts)

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Ah Lord Shield you ruin all my fun, damn old people always cause trouble, I was inocently harassing my victims then along comes the ubergod and poof, people safe again.

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Tracking through swamps, forests, and even through caves, Rhazor finally makes it to the entrance of the citadel. Stairs lead down into the earth, where voices seem to beckon him to enter. The walls are ancient, moss and weeds sprout out at every crack. On the wall is planted an unlit torch, Rhazor grabs it, and pulls out a tindertwig. He strikes the twig against the wall, and lights the torch with the small flame. While he walks he watches the floor, making sure he does not lead into any traps. The passage leads down into a room filled with statues. Each statue rests on a base with markings on them. All of the statues in the room once were great warriors of Evermeet. This is the Hero's Hall. Rhazor kneels down, checking one of the inscriptions. Slowly creeping up behind him is a massive Ghoul. Twice the size of any ordinary, and twice as ugly.
When Rhazor finishes, he stands up and streches his arm out, putting the torch in front of him. As he does this, that Ghoul that was making its way towards him walks straight into the torch's flame, setting the beast aflame. The Ghoul runs around the room, shrieking like no Ghoul has ever done before. Rhazor just stands and watches as the flames take their course. Slowly, the Ghoul stops and kneels down. In an instant, it hits the floor, burnt like charred nuggets. Rhazor continues his journey through the citadel.
OOC: LS, could you possibly help me with the dungeon a little? I don't want to have to do the layout and everything.. And I promise it isn't that large, about the size of citadel's you find in towns..
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Skye, fatigued by her antics, goes and tiredly retires in one of the best inns she could find in the town.
"Maybe I'll go shopping a little bit later... after I'm more fresh." She wonders aloud, then leaves, after smacking Ash around a few more times.
OOC- Sorry, nanobyte, I normally would have been on, but I had to go shopping for crew camp. btw, everyone, I'm gonna be gone for 2 weeks, starting this Sunday, so someone will have to take over skye's "actions" while I'm gone. Just don't kill her, k? ^_^;;

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IC: Meanwhile, deep in the bowls of the earth 3 rather dejected looking figures sit on a small rock formation surounded by the dismembered bodies of goblins and hobgoblins.

While the first figure tries, unsucessfully, to replace the sequins that have detached themselves from her robe. The other 2 warriors sit on opposite sides of a smaller rock playing cards and consuming beer.

A small halfling thief turns to the the imposing shape of the black armoured knight and after rechecking his cards finally speaks.
"Got any threes?"
There is a small pause before the dark knight responds.
"Go fish"

"You know, I'm not usually one to point the finger but this is your fault..." The sourceress bored with attempting to magically repair her garment stands up and faces the black clad warrior.

"I seem to recall that it was your dimension door that transported us to this rancid hellhole, which would make this your fault." he replies

"But you took my staff, so I couldn't succesfully cast the spell... again making this your fault."

"Yes but if i gave you your staff you would just teleport away leaving us back with those damn dwarfs." the anti-paladin gives an involantary shudder at the mention of the name.

"Well, admittiadly, that's true but at least *I* would be safe instead of staving to death in these tunnels forced to survive on dwarf bread and goblin ale which, may i add, you have been drinking in stupidly large quantities concidering that it's created from a mixture of rotweed and 4 of the deadliest mushrooms in this dimention." she adds with a mixture of comtemp and repulsion.

"I think your being very unfair", the halfing cherps in taking a brief pause from rearranging the remaining cards in the deck, "It has a very unique texture, and an unusuall aroma that distances it from the ales back home."

"What you mean like the fact that you can consume the ale back home without the danger that a sword spider will hatch in your gullet?" a moments though passes for all three travlers. "So, come to think of it actually very similar to the ales back home."

In a blurr of speed and a crash of armoured plates the black night jumps to his feet brandishing two massive dwaven rune axes, eyes alight with evil magic.

"ENOUGH", the caven booms, "I'm tired of sitting around, we need to take action, grasp our destiny, with our combined power we will make all who stand in our path tremble before us!!! As I speak I am already devising a plan so devious, so cunning that we will not only become rich again but also manage to escape the clutches of this foul dungeon forever.", throwing his head back he begins to laugh manically.

Also jumping up the halfling draws his blades and attemps to look as serious as a 3 foot tall man in bright green chainmail can look.

"Great idea cheif, I knew with your leadership we could pull through. Why it could be so easy, we could simply ambush a group of rich adventures traveling through the tunnels using my speed and stealth to harrass their spell casters, Delphe's powerfull magic to keep any more powerfull opponents contained and your amazing fighting prowess combined with the anormous power of the rune axes to crush any fighters that may be tagging along we could dispose of them all and then take all the gold and sell any valuble magical items. Why if it was *so* easy for a simple thief like me to come up with a plan like that then I can only begin to imagine how devistatingly cunning yours must be.

"Um... actually that plan does have a degree of merit, and might *possibly* be a bit better than my first idea."

Turning over the elven mage stared accusingly at the rather sheepish form of our anti-hero,
"One question, does your plan invole me removing any item of cloathing *whatsoever*?"

"Er... well, i suppose possibly in later phases you might be required to *cough* to expose a little of your anotomy", the iron hard stare of the elf forced him to direct his gaze at his armoured boots.

"Okay... I vote for the halflings idea, as A) He's not an idiot (just a moron) and B) He's not a pervert (just a drunkard)."

"You know Delphie you have a real attitude problem." If the warrior had been brave enough to raise his head he might have been staring daggers.
"Now, where do we find a large group of fairly powerfull but not godlike adventurers of mixed race and gender to ambush mercifully with the intent of repossing their equipment???"

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OOC- Heheh, welcome Ace Flashheart! Its nice to see that someone else writes more than i do... ^_^* Hope u enjoy this board... Ive found it to be better than the other ones ive seen. Its good that u have an elf in your party, we seem to be running low on them lately (2 girl elves, and 1 guy elf to count, not including yours). And a warning for your party... I wouldn''t mess with skye, she can be scary... ^_^;; and VERY blonde at times. lol.

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OOC: *Lets out sight of relife* Thankyou Skydracgrrl, it's nice to feel accepted.. I'll try to keep out of the way of the big boys while i kill time wating for Skye and co. to get to the goblin tunnels. :cool *I love emotes*

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OOC: Very weak now, Rhazor is about to get a little *boost* in life. Although he is only a Blade, I would care to mention to you that he is also infected with Lycanthropy.. Uh, surprise at the end of the tunnel I guess http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif So, what I am trying to understand is that your character(s) are evil and against the massive group coming towards your way? Darn, and I won't be there for all the action..

OOC- I wuz new like u not too long ago... I just write alot in this forum. ^_^* Write alot, an u get raised levels!!! btw, don't call it skye and co.... I'm afraid that one of the characters might try to kill me again... lol. ^_^* Everyone here is REALLY nice, so don't be afraid to ask anything! and if u want to add anything that happens in this post, go right ahead. Nothing happens if no one writes anything. Oh yeah, most people won't be on at this time, usually everyone's in the UK, so u usually have to wake up early or somthin to get responses. ;-P

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OOC: Gone for two weeks? The quiet should astound us all!

Ash ,feeling downhearted after his failed attempt to stuff Skye back into the bottle, stops at a printing house. After inquiring after services he orders a thousand notices printed

REWARD 5000 GOLD PIECES

For the safe return of my elf girl servant.
(there follows an accurate description of Skye
with a history of dementia and wandering from
home.) The notice is signed 'Yaztromo' and
includes a map back to the wizard's tower.

The printer assures him that this will be no problem and Ash provides some extra gold to make certain the notices are posted as soon as they are printed. Finishing that he rents a room at a small inn near the town cemetary,there he hires a boy to clean his armor(the boy oddly resembles Tiax,but Ash pays this no mind).After checking the rest of his equipment he says his prayers,checks over his armor,seals the room against entry and falls into a deep restful sleep.



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Skye suddenly wakes up in her sleep.
"Hmmm, that's wierd, I thought I heard someone talking about me..." she mutters in confusion. She's about to go back to sleep, when she hears a banging. She groans, then shuffles over to see what all the commotion is about. She sees a notice, that had just been posted up. 'If you see this person, please bring her back to this location....' Skye's eyes widen as she sees her image under the discription. She quickly uses a VERY powerful illusion spell, to make her look like someone else, and is about to tear the sign down, when she gets an evil glint in her eye. Does she know who posted the signs?!
a half hour later....
Skye can be seen sleeping in her bed, content.
If you look around, you notice that all the signs are now talking about a reward for Ash, the paladin. The printer recognizes him, and turns Ash in to Skye, to collect the reward.
"Prithy, What are thee doing?!" Ash demands gruffly.
printer- "collectin' me reward, that's what, ye crazy beggar!"
Ash is then presented to SKye, who with a wide grin on her face, puts a transportation spell on the paladin, and transports him to Yaztromo's tower.
At Yaztromo's Tower...
"Come back here, paladin! You didn't finish cleaning the chimney!!!" Yaztromo screams after the rapidly disapearing cloud of dust on the road.
OOC- Yeah! I'm the first to write on page 8! ^_^* I know, paladin Ash, You guyz are all going to miss me when I'm gone... but I'll make up for it when I'm back after 2 weeks! Maybe if I'm lucky, they'll have the internet at the crew camp... after all, it is sorta like boarding school, in the summer.... ^_^*

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While Skye is walking down the road whistling in a spirit of supreme self-contentment,hands grab her from behind. A gag (someone's old sock) is placed in her mouth and she is bound hand and foot. Lifted from the ground she sees that she is being carried away by three old geezers who are cackling to themselves "Five thousand gold,five thousand gold!" One of them stops to sneer at the printer.
"Idjit! It said to return the fool elf to Yaztromo's tower,not the paladin." Muttering the three old men heave the hapless Skye into the town wagon(normally used for the conveyance of goat manure,the town industry). Struggling futilely,Skye attempts to mutter spells through the stinky gag. As the wagon leaves town, Ash trudges wearily past. Skye struggles upright in the wagon and tries to get his attention,but the undead hunter is to weary to hear. He returns to his room at the inn to have his armor cleaned and a good meal.

OOC: All's well that ends well...

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As the 2 old men knock on the door to Yaztromo's tower, they notice the remnants of black and orange smoke leaking from under the door. They shrugg at eachother, uneasily. As Yaztromo opens the door wearily, his eyes widen in shock at the sight of Skye.
1st old man- "Ok! We want our payment, see?"
Yaztromo- "Yeah, I'll pay you 10,000 gold to make sure this elf is never in my sight again!"
Old men discuss the change of plans about themselves, whcih doesn't take long.
old men-"Deal!"
Skye is brought back to her room, with many appoligies(sp?), and warnings to leave poor old Yaztromo alone. She considers going over and bugging Ash, but she decides to give him a break.
"He's starting to push it though..." she mutters, before drifting to sleep."
OOC- Ugh, I've never gotten up at 6 in the morning, willingly! I just couldn't fall back asleep... I'll just have drink a billion cups of coffee....zzzzz... -_-;;

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Lord Raptor s first up (roosters usually are) and cock-a-doodle-dos the morning in. One civilian throws a boot at him before realsing what he's just done. He now has to have a doctor extract it from his behind

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"Alright the net wasen't the best idea in the world, but you still didn't have to set it on fire... that's just not nice." said the black clad figure tenuiously poking the charred remains of the net with his boot.

"I was illistrating a point", replied the elf who was curently trying to extinguish what looked like a halfling sized lump of charcole. "A web spell trap might work, but a fishing net would be rather useless."

The crispy looking thief took slowly turened his head towards the mage sending a shower of ash and burnt hair.
"I don't want to interupt, but could you use a flaming hands spell to illistrate your point next time, that incendary cloud really does pack a punch."

"Yes, sorry about that. I sometimes forget you don't have magic immunity like we do. Now hold still while I paint your eyebrows back on."

"What would work better than a net?", the fighter figited with a spike on his helmet sending a shower of sparks tumbling downwards.

"How about six entrapment spells in two chain contigencies(sp?)?"

"I don't think so... I mean, that's hardly fair is it."

Raising one eyebrow seruptiously Delphie soke.
"Not fair? We're supposed to be E V I L, we don't care weather it's fair or not, in fact, if it's not fair it's usually concidered a bonus! This is just like that slaver vessle, we were supposed to fetch new slaves but Mr. 'Do we have to kill it, it may have babies' gets all nostalgic about his paladin days, declares all the slavers to be, what did he call them?"

" 'Foes of rightiousness, and a menace to all that is good and pure', I belive", interjected the theif.

"Right, 'Foes of rightousness', and then proceeds to free all the slaves, capture all the slavers and return them to the proper authorities, and then duels the evil slaver captain to the death declaring the town to be free from tyranny forever. We didn't gt paid, we didn't get that job refrence we needed and just to rub it in, we get pardoned of all our crimes and they build stautes of us in the town square... I got kicked out of the evil bridge club just for that, in fact I'm surprised we wern't expelled from the union."

"I'm sorry", muttered the anti-paladin, "I'm trying very hard to be evil, but it's hard to let go, it was the way that little slave girl said 'Have you come to rescue me?' it kinda brought back all the old memories, tugged at my heart strings ya' know."

"Your an arch fiend, your not supposed to have heart strings.", she pointed an accusing finger at him.

There was a sudden grasp of breath that drew the attention of the two towards their small compainion, who was franticly searching through his back pack, after a few seconds he placed it slowly on the floor, and with a mixture of reverance and terror in his voice said,
"Guys, we just ran out of beer..."


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While the party drops anchor for the night ,Ash goes fishing and pulls in about a dozen large catfish. They are filleted,breaded in beer batter and are crispy and delicious and enjoyed by all. Skye watches Ash curiously as he sprinkles some odd looking sauce on his filets,he appears to enjoy the effect very much.
"Hey Undead Head,pass the sauce" Skye demands. Ash politely hands over the sauce and watches as she pours some on her fillets. Not until she takes her first bite does he speak.
"Milady elf, you have my sincerest admiration. Not all have developed the taste and tolerance for the fabled sauce of Habeneros." As Skye's tongue bursts into flames and her eyes bug from her head, the Paladin smiles and returns to his meal.

OOC: Appreciate the bandinage, I'm sick as a dog right now with impacted wisdom teeth and a respiratory infection,so this has been much needed amusement...

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OOC: I see.. I guess I'll have to do this myself..
IC: As Rhazor shifts to the next room, he almost stumbles into a pit that seems to fall for eternity. He stands on one end of a narrow passage, at the other end is the door that heads into the next room, but there is nothing in between for him to cross over. Rhazor checks the ceilings, "Nothing but cobwebs.." He then checks the wall, and a switch catches his eye. *What could that be there for?* he says to himself. He turns to the wall, a rips off one of the vines sprouting out of the cracks. He turns to the other wall and pulls out another. He ties them together. *Hope this works..* He holds the vines over his head, and begins to spin them around, then he launches them towards the switch. No luck.. It takes him a few more tries before he finally gets it, and when it is pulled, the floor of the pit catches fire. *Why would they have a switch there, that did that?* Rhazor leans over the side to catch a glimpse of the pit below him. Scurrying around are a few Goblin archers. Suddenly, a gate below him opens up, and a huge Naga slithers out. Any goblins still alive, are eaten alive. Rhazor turns his head at this disturbing scene. Suddenly, he gets an idea. He checks the walls. Cracks can be found all over..

As Rhazor puts his foot down on the other end, he sighs in relief. He jumps down, and puts his two scimtars away. He leans against the wall, and takes a look what is in the next room. Pillars upon pillars surrounding a set of stairs. *That is a little too easy..* A rat making its way by catches Rhazor's eye. He grabs it, and walks into the next room. He sets the rat down so it is headed towards the stairs. A few feet from where Rhazor released it, flames jet out and take the rat's life. *Fire traps..* He looks at the floor, nothing distinguishable about them, no way of knowing what sets off the traps and what doesn't.

OOC- Now, now, Grinch, don't tell me you're holding a grudge? lol. ^_~* Actually, Skye rather likes hot sauce, especially those chinese peppers... forget the name right now, but she won a contest eating them. ^_^* I'll play along though.
IC-"Alright! Enough is enough!" Skye screams (after drinking half the river.lol)She stomps up to Ash. "What is your problem?! Is your attitude always this much against elves, blondes, girls, etc, or do you just enjoy torturing me?" Skye pauses for a moment, as another thought popped into her head. "Or, are you just acting like aguy, and trying to get my attention? (ouch. She hits low. ^_~* heheh) Because, just so you know, I'm not that kind of girl!" She finishes off, shoving the paladin headlong into the river, where he gets stuck in the mud, due to the heavy weight of his armor. "And you can STAY there until you rust, or appologize!!!" And with that, Skye flounced off, to go hide in a corner and sulk/pout.
OOC- never, NEVER cross a girl's path when she's pissed. unless you have a death wish... or are very insync with girls' emotions. ^_^;;

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IC: Rhazor takes an estimate. There is about 15 feet between him and the beginning of the stairs. After testing with another rat, he also comes to the conclusion that the fire jets out in less than 3 seconds. Not enough time to run across. *I could run and tumble* he thinks to himself. The thought hits him, *Oh, what good is a Blade that can't spin?* He backs up, does a running leap, and spins in the air. He flies about 7 feet, then as soon as he lands he jumps back into the air for another offensive spin. Another 4 feet. He does this one last time to make it safely to the staircase. *Phew, I thought I was toast a minute there..*

Rhazor makes his way down the stairs. The rooms are dark, filled with an evening's dew. In front of him, about 30 feet, through a doorway, is a bright light. It looks to be in the shape of a figure. Rhazor makes his way towards the luminating figure.

OOC: This is it! Hope you are ready for my return, cuz I'm coming back REAL soon!
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It is dark. It's always dark, down here. Tancred looks to the sky - to the roof of the city cavern - but the light he yearns for is not there.
"YOU! Male! Get your filthy head down!"
There is a crack of a whip, somewhere. Another scar. The young squire barely feels it any more. Always the chains, the slave train. The stench of blood and sweat is all around him, and those who were once his companions and masters surround him.
He can barely remember naught else but the battle. The taste of the ash of the village is still in his throat. The screams are still in his ears. The guilt of faliure is wrapped around his throat.
The Drow were victorious. Were their raids merely bait, to attract slaves, soldiers? Seventeen Knights of the Order of the Fiery Heart and fifty-seven of their squires and men-at-arms went to protect Ashvale and Tancred did not know how many of those were here, chained and slaved.
THere was a sudden commotion up ahead. A drow slaver had been knocked to his feet, and a slave was battering him to the ground with his bare head. There was a terrible crunch, as the Drow's nose splintered and went into his brain; and then suddenly the slave was up.
Tancred recognised the man. Sir Edraic of Trademeet, it was. An old veteran, his face contorted not with fear but of anger. The others cheered as he began searching the body of the Drow for keys, but as he rose with unchained hands shrieking words could be heard. The slavemistress was casting a spell. Edraic ran at her, but he got merely a few steps before he was covered in strands of sticky web. He struggled, but he could not resist as other slavemasters carried his writhing body to the slavemistress.
The drow drew sword, and stood to bar passage to the slavemistress. others kept their whips handy. The slavemistress drew a thin, viciously serrated dagger, and grinned as the struggling knight was brought to a small outcrop of rock - a makeshift sacrificial slab. She stood behind him, toying with the dagger he held.
"You think of escape," said the mistress. "Witness the price of escape..."
The screams of Edraic seemed to echo to the roof of the cavern beyond, and went on, it seemed, forever...

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"No... no... No! NO!"
Tancred sat up, horror written upon his features. He looked about him, into the darkness, thrashing about wildl - but then the feel of the boat, the rushing of the water... he remembered where he was, and breathed easily. The dream faded. Tancred desperately tried to remember it, but as always it slipped through his mind and away with the night.
There WAS a strange sound, though. A squelching, and a cry for help. The cavalier got to his feet, and groggily wandered over to the ship's side.
"Um... could you give me a hand?"
Tancred beheld Ash, a fellow paladin, trapped... trapped? Why should that seem so horrible? Stuck in mud. The cavalier found his way overboard, and began to try and get his compatriot out of the mud.
Pulling seemed to do no good; a rope seemed to work, attached to the boat. Ash pulls against the mud, and eventually he works himself free. He collects his greaves, bids Tancred tnaks, and scurries off lest Skye return in wrath.
Tancred sighs, wondering where on earth the party picked THOSE two up. He shakes his head, and chuckles to himself. Getting back on the boat, he finds his blanket and settles down to rest once more.
"Good night Karna - oh, no."
Tancred sorrowfully looks at his sword, and slowly drifts into sleep once more.

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It is dark. It's always dark, down here. Tancred looks to the sky - to the roof of the city cavern - but the light he yearns for is not there.
"YOU! Male! Get your filthy head down!"
There is a crack of a whip, somewhere. Another scar. The young squire barely feels it any more...

Rhazor steps in front of the luminescent figure. He begins to speak, and the figure quiets him. "Do not speak, young Blade, for I know why you are here. You seek the power that every lord of Evermeet must one day accept. I am here to give it to you. My name is Rozahr, the Ancient Oracle." Rhazor begins to speak again, but the Oracle quiets him once more. "I have many things that you will need. To begin with, stand up so I may have a look at you." Rhazor does as the Oracle asks. "Ah, you have fine features. But what you have grown up to be will not help you. Stories long ago told of Wood Elves that would stalk the Woods of Evermeet. They would hunt down evil, and extinguish their tainted flame. You my young Elf, must be one with those Elves. I give you the power of the Stalker. You will know nothing of being a Blade, but know everything of your new call of a Stalker. With that, I give you this bow. It is called Dragukar, meaning Dragonkin. Use this to help your friends with their quest. I also give you this arrow, an Arrow of Slaying. You have one chance with this, if you miss, then you and your friends may be doomed. Lastly I must tell you that you are cursed." Rhazor looks up to the Oracle, "but how can I be cursed? I don't feel anything. What of this curse, Oracle?" The Ancient Once continues his speech, "Your curse is a very rare one amongst Elvenkind. You are infected with Lycanthropy. You have no control over this, but I have the power to grant you this. Do you wish to possess the power of the Werebeast within you?" Rhazor thinks for a moment. "Yes, Oracle." With that said, the Oracle raises his hands, and what looks like glistening snow falls onto Rhazor. "Lastly, I shall teleport you to your friends, for they are very close to finding the Dragon which they seek. Close your eyes young Rhazor." Rhazor slowly closes his eyes, and a bright light fills the darkness which he sees.

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Tancred feels a sudden wave hit the boat, almost pushing the boat over. He sits up to see that the waves have parted, and through the middle comes an elf. Silver hair, built like a man, and a bow to his side.

OOC: OK, lemme update everyone. Rhazor is a Wood Elf (the only way he can become a Stalker), a Stalker, has grown in size, silver hair, has the power to morph into the hybrid form of his curse, and has a legendary weapon, Dragukar. He may seem godlike, LS, but he still has many weaknesses.
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Ash and Skyecontinue arguing at each other and a huge figure looms behind them and picks both of them up by the necks - Slaughter Margin!

The two of them struggle and the great half-orc plops them down again. "More squabbling and I eat paladin for dinner!" - the huge berserker followed later on horseback. He gets on the horse and rides on the riverbank alongside the boats

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Skye, who was starting to get REALLY tired of sulking and pouting in her corner, was still stubbornly refusing to move until Ash came and appologized. She yelled a little at Tancred, when she spotted him helping Ash out of the water, but she quickly went back to her moody silence. Everyone avoided her, because of her curse, and the state she was in at the moment. She merely grunted at Rhazor's change in appearance, even though she could sense the drastic rise in power he had about him, in his aura. 'I'm going to stay here until I get an appology, or until someone is nice enough to cheer me up.' Skye thought to herself, stubbornly, fighting against the other part of her mind who told her to just give it up. 'I won't, I won't, I won't!' Skye thought to herself, over and over and over and over and over and... (I think you get the idea. lol ^_^;http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif Skye was probably in for a looooong wait.....
OOC- Heheh, go ahead and eat the paladin, slaughter margin, but unfortunately, Skye is not that cruel. We're done with the squabbling, Ash is just avoiding SKye like the plague, and Skye is pouting and sulking in a corner til someone cheers her up or til Ash appologizes (and it better be heartfelt!!!!!) ^_~*

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Rhazor walks over to the tree where Sky sits, and rests himself down next to her. "So tell me, what is the matter?" Being gone for so long, Rhazor needs a little update as to what has happened.
OOC: Oh, did any of you catch the Oracle's name? Rozahr? Rhazor? You will find the power within..
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Skye bursts into tears, and clutches Rhazor's sleeve. (Skye is not used to being so emotional all the time! it takes alot out of her!)
"I think Ash hates me...he's being sooo mean to me! Why can't he pick on Wah, or someone else, maybe Tiax." she wails into Rhazor's shirt. Rhazor can understand where Ash is coming from, but Skye's "lady in distress" situation touches a soft spot. He hand's Skye a tissue, then goes to find where Ash is hiding, to have a little talk.

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OOC: No grudges Skyedracgrrl http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif I think we provide some needed comedic relief. I know I have enjoyed our exchanges.)

Ash Sat mournfully in the boat ,once again cleaning the mud from his beloved dragon-plate armor. Try to compliment someone he thought ruefully, and see what happens. Apparently hell hath no fury like a cursed elf. While he and his armor dried he checked over his equipment for the umpteenth time,satisfied, he pulled dry garments from his pack and put on his armor,and strapped on his weapons. Battle would be soon ,he felt it in his guts. He moved swiftly through a kata, his sword moving through the familiar movements in an imperceptible blur.
Soon he thought,very soon..

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OOC- yeah, no grudges Grinch. lol ^_^* Just tryin to move the story along, where its getin a little bit slow. heehee, better watch out for Rhazor, he's comin to get u now. ^_~* You'd think our characters were related or soemthin, the way we always get on eachother's cases!
IC- Skye feels a little bit better (but embarrassed) after her crying, so she goes to take a brisk walk around the boat, to excersize her stressed emotions. Of course, while on her walk, she would get shot at by arrows, since she had just been wearing a cloak for her walk. She wimpers in pain as a long arrow, which seemed to sprout from her arm, attaches her to the mast (r there masts on this boat? o well...) People can hear goblin warcrys along the riverbank. The boat had been surrounded! Skye trys to move to help in the battle, but the aroow goes straight through her arm, effectively pinning her, causing her pain, and putting her out of commission for the battle.

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"This is going to hurt." Skye turns at the voice,by the time her head makes the turn Ash has ripped the arrow from her arm,freeing her from the mast.
"Yoooowww!!" Skye screeches.
"Get down or you'll be a pin-cushion." Ash turns away from her as several arrows glance off his armor. He picks up a keg in one hand to shield himself as he tries to spot where the fussilade of arrows is coming from. Cursing himself for not bringing a bow,he puts down the keg which he notes is hundred proof grain alcohol. Most of the arrows are coming from a brushy area along the riverbank.Thinking quickly he tears some cloth into a strip,then broaches the keg.Using the cloth he creates a 'molotov kegger'.Hefting the now-flaming keg he hurls it into the brushy area.(proving that 18\93 strength does come in handy).The keg bursts setting the riverbank on fire and sending a dozen flaming, squalling goblins and orcs fleeing towards the water...

OOC: Ok somebody else do something.

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OOC: POLL

How would best describe Skye and Ash's relationship???

A) The bodyguard

B) The odd couple

C) Al Gore and Gorge Bush

D) Daphne and Celeste

E) Fatal attraction

*Ace Flashheart begs forgiveness*

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OOC: I think it's the relationship where the start off at each other's throats and end up in each other's arms - http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif

Slaughter Margin gets off his horse and charges the goblins. The goblin arrows bounce off his armour except for a coupl. He charges into the middle of one group, Blackrazor swinging right and left, goblins going choppety-chop

Lord Raptor has swum to the bank and hidden in shadows. Another group of goblins get surprised when one explodes fro ma backstab and Lord Raptor starts chopping right and left

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OOC- Heheh, very funny guyz. actueally, if u look back on this page a little bit, in one of the posts that idea did actually come to Skye's mind LS... right before she chucked Ash into the water. ^_^* ah, oh well. I'm gonna be gone for 2 weeks, starting today, I might be able to get on 2 Sundays from now, but I doubt it. -_-;; How will I be able to entertain myself without the internet and this forum??!!! I'll getby somehow, I guess... *sob* *~-_-~* But due to my leaving, Skye is just gonna have to be sick for 2 weeks... do u guyz think u could make the "dragon adventure" last for longer than 2 weeks? If u can't, u guyz better have an exciting one when i get back!!
IC- Un beknownst to Skye, the arrow that Ash so graciously ripped out of her arm had been covered with a very strong, acidic poison. She almost fainted at the pain that throbbed through her arm. She clutched at it through her cloak, as she tried to avoid getting hit at by arrows again, or get in people's way.
OOC- Keep postin til it's 10 o'clock! that is the official time i gotta go! I gotta soak in as much of this as possible before i leave!!!

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OOC- Wah! time's up. I'm leaving now... so I'll be writing in this post in 2 weeks, unless miracuously(sp?) where I'm going has internet access... doubt it. -_-;;
IC- Skye suddenly gets very ill from the poison, and goes into a coma. No one has noticed though... nothing can shake the poison!
OOC- Yeah, u can get rid of the posioning, but she can stay like that for 2 weeks, unless it messes up anyones plans... hey Ace, need a hostage? this one won't be doing any running away, thats fer sure... ^_^* And no doing luv scenes with my character when I'm gone! that goes for all of u who r starting to get "ideas" about Ash and Skye's behavior! ;-P

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Any hostage-taking will be a violation of a paladin's alignment. Ash would lose paladinhood for that!

Have fun on your hols, Skye-bunny!

Skye has fallen sick. Oce the goblin encounter is over, Slaughter will take her back to the bar to be cared for

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OOC: I take a break for the night, and all of a sudden there's 18 new posts.. Bad timing I guess..
IC: Rhazor stands still for a moment. The sky is darkening, and the party should get moving. "Get ready, everyone, the day is coming to an end, and I don't think we want to be stuck out here in the dark.." As he is walking along the dirt path, he sees figures following them through the woods. Ash walks by, and sees a sudden flash in Rhazor's eyes. Like an exploding star. "We are being followed, and by more than one type of creature. When we reach the end of this path, be prepared for an ambush." Rhazor takes out his two scimtars. Ash justs looks at him, as if he was losing it.