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[i]Meanwhile Morgan Coblesant was busily working away on a new attack plan that would crush the Myrkridian hordes of the dark, Flesh eating freaks they were, he would lead the attack, direct the troops and had his own life placed in constant danger, he didn't want to endanger anyone else... it was then that the door of his office flew open and arms were drawn, pointing at a young bard, dressed in casual street work clothes... "Sire!" he said, but had no reprieve from the many spears, swords, and lances in the room pointing at him. "I have urgent news! I went to the dark islands and found a... a..."

"wait, lower your arms" Morgan said. Stepping forward, the tall figure seemed to be 75 years old. Quite young for an elf, but enough time to gain enough experience. "tell me young man, what did you see out there..."

Being called "young man" by a person who appeared younger than he was, bryan had to first adjust to the fact that he was standing before a mastermind at combat... "uh uh OH yes I found a cave..."

"and the cave had ... ???"

"SKULLS! the cave was adorned with human skulls!!"

"we've encountered no such caves in our own battles, are you certain you saw this?"

"YES! and there were beasts! TERRIBLE beasts, thin to the bone, fleshy, with gnarling teeth!"

"did they bear weapons?"

"Cleavers! Sire..."

"...Cleavers... AH the Ghøl butchers, followers of the great Necomantic god Khardis. I know of this species, we've seen one or two of them on a battle feild before, they carry smoke powder whch they mine from somewhere... did this cave descend down?"

"yes! Yes it did!"

"then that must be a Ghøl mine... SON I think we've got a new battle plan set up, and guess what, you're going to have to lead a small army to investigate, find, and destroy, if possible, that cave... do you hear me?"

"uh... Um... YES SIR!"

"and i'm comming with you!"

"but but.. I don't want to go back there! can't i just tell you where i found it?"

"no it's better you show us yourself... oh and if you just happen to be lying, we'll just leave you there [img]smile.gif[/img] if you know what I mean..."

"I SWEAR I'M NOT LYING SIRE! I'LL SHOW YOU MYSELF!"

Suddenly a woman came up... "calling him Sire now are you?"

The bard turned and saw the loveley female he had encountered earlier, much to his suprise.

"I couldn't just let you go it alone... I want to see this cave myself... and I heard everything from where i was standing..."

Morgan had to ask "how could you hear us inside of my office building?"

"These ears aren't just to frame my face you know..." Skye said with a smile.

"So you know this young man?" The yonger-looking Corbesant asked...

"yes indeed, he was fleeing for his life through the forest, he'd run a good mile, without rest, and then he tripped over a rock before me... He's sort of an aquantaince..."

"Well i suppose that you can come along then, we'll need all of the help we can get!... WARRIORS!"

Suddenly 2 lines of 6 knights started to march behind Corbesant who pushed the bard forward and said "Lead the way then!"

He walked alongside Skye, and they exchanged glances every now and then...

"This day is not going too well..."
"why's that?"
"I haven't even had a single oprotunity to rest, though life in the dark terrain was quite pleasant, the residents werent..."

"haha good one..." The half-elf bladebard chuckled.

They both smiled and made eye contact, it only lasted for a breif second however because there was an abrupt shouting noise that errupted from the forest, it was followed by a voilent growl in a similar direction.

"ARM YOURSELVES!" a knight called out and the sound of swords being unseaithed echoed 11 times over, Morgan stepped forward to stand alongside his two new allies.

Suddenly a loud drum beating noise erupted from the forest on all sides, and then creatures leapt from the trees, leaves and twigs flew through the air and they stood on the path before them.

"What the hell are those?"

"Wolves!"

The wolves suddenly shook their heads and stood upright...

"WOLF WHERES!"

"ATTACK!" the knights sped past the three figures who were still poised for battle. They didn't even have a chance, one had his guts spilled, and before even being able to scream was decapitated by a metalic scickle that one of the enemies was using...

"THEY'RE NATURALISTS LOOK OUT!" Morgan called to his men, but they were already being pushed onto the ground by the some 8 wolfwheres. One then brought up a pitchfork and stabbed at the armored warriors, they were peirced and blood began to drip along the ground, some howled in a grotesque fasion while others lapped up the red liquid on the ground. One finally looked up and noticed the three warriors who were watching the creatures in absolute horror...

"Do something you idiot!" Skye said to Bryth.

Bryth started to turn and run away but then Morgan grabbed his collar... "Cast haste like a good-bard..."

"uh OH YEAH!"

Suddenly energies slipped from Bryth's hands and the world around the heroes began to slow down, but they were able to move normally, one of the wolf weres was nearly suspended in mid air, slowy comming toward Morgan, he pulled out two thin daggers and cutt through the wolf 4 times before letting it hit the ground in peices... suddenly magical numbers rose up from the beast and read "80" The creature Gurgled for life but quickly sputtered and drowned in it's own blood. Then golden numbers rose up, reading "650 xp" which quickly disolved

Morgan turned back. The female blade bard had a set of twin Scimitars out, as another wolfwere leapt toward her, she cut to the left, then the right, then after twirling her body around and kicking the beast while cutting into it twice, she then landed on the ground with her back facing, she did a backflip and struck the wolf in the spine, cutting it off as the wolf began to sputter more numbers released from it "650 xp" and they disolved as well.

While standing out in front having made her attack, Skye was more susceptable to attack, the had 3 wolf weres leap at her simultaneosly, two brushed past her just to confuse her so that she couldn't determine which one to block, while the third sunk it's teeth into her thin, yet muscular, right arm. Skye screamed in pain and reared back, blood exploding in the wolf's jaws... She took a scimitar and jammed it into the creature's skull while it was occupied biting her, she dug into it's brain and it was forced to let go... it toppled over and an instant "650 xp" more was awarded. Morgan threw his loose and thin daggers at the remaining werewolfes and seriously injured two of them. He then readied his first for martial art combat. A wolf saw his stance and accepted the challange. Leaping toward him morgan leapt as well, they exchanged blows in mid air, but morgan was too fast for the wolf to keep up with and soon he found himself being punched int he face repeatadly "Enter the Dragon"-Style. Morgan finally did a Masenko Punch to the creature's gut and it flew into a tree which splintered, shattered, and impaled the creature. "650" awarded. Bryth redied a sunscortch ray which rained out of the sky and struck 3 of the creatures, singing their fur and vaporizing them. The other two warriors turned and looked at him, quite impressed. "well we didn't expect that from you Byrth. That was a pleasant suprise. "650" "650" "650" to Byrth. He smiled and was about to take a bardly bow then a wolf leapt on him from behind. Skye unseithed a scimitar and gave the wolf a new haircut. "650" awarded as Byrth stood up, brushing himself off. He smiled and looked at Skye. the two stood like this for a while and laughed at the situation. Then they turned and saw Corbesant, huddled over the dead bodies of his own men. He didn't take the time to weep. Anger, and a want for revenge seaped in. "Lets go Crush that Ghøl mine!"

"Right!" The two bards chimed in. And then they were off. again to another battle, another step along the way, another foothold.... on victory...