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After thoreaoly explaining everything to the Jai the young warrior was asked of his name. "My name is Kai, son of Alcik... The halfling..."

"So you want to help our kingdom so that the people of the floating citadel do not reign terror down upon us? They should know by now that we have a treaty of peace with your nation, should they attempt attack they will be sent off by your armies. You have my permission to send as many men as you want to stop them."

"But... sir..."

"I didn't offer for you to speak yet, sonney, you really need to learn some manners in adressing royalty..."

"I'm the only one they sent..."

"What did you just say?"

"Our armies are currently engaging an army from even FURTHER east, we have yet to identify the force because our navigators always suspected that the world cutt off at our shore and became only ocean, but for some reason, any men we send in report being swamped by an unkown force... and..."

"well that is your issue... do you suppose that these 'unseen forces' will leave our borders still?"

"We will do everything we can to prevent invasion of your country... but-"

"Then that is satisfactory, be on your way, take this seal down to the towns surrounding he kingdom you have the permission of the Jai to purchase any tools which may assist you in preventing the dark from invadng the great empire of Llacefran..."

"um... thank you sire..."

the Darkly armored Knight then stood and turned on his heel swifly and heroicly walking out of the room, the large wooden door slammed shut behind him, he let out a sigh of relief. He dipped his head and shoulders down and muttered under his breath "old coot doesn't know what he's doing... there's no way we can keep this place safe, and i doubt that there are going to be any tools to help me fight off the kingdom of Masakara-kai single-handedly... *sigh* this is pathetic...

the young boy started to walk down a series of twisting-turning stairways... he reached the bottom and stepped out of a carved doorway into a colorfull town square with sandy streets ccovered in actual powdered gold... he looked at his feet as he tread on the metal... "hmmm... I wonder where they get all of this from..." He thought to himself but then but his queries behind him... he turned and saw a begar being pitifully stabbed to death by guards. They were stabbing so lightlly thtat they weren't even breaking the skin, just scraping the theif as he begged for their release...

"I just wanted a handfull ! Honest!"

"That's royal ground you wanted a handfull of! now put it back where you FOUND IT!"

Finally, after some 20 tries the first guard peirced the beggars shoulder with his spear. The beggar cried out in pain and dropped the glittering dust to the ground, the guard then removed his spear and cast a healing spell... "Now be on with ya, get out of here..."

The Knight in black armored watched as the beggar ran as quickly as his weary knees could carry him. He looked at the guards in an apauled manner but then noticed their glare returning, he quickly forced his expression into a freindly smile and he waved then started to walk away... The knight carried a parcel on his back, it was long and contained a series of odd tools made by his own people. He found a nearby inn and quiickly was sent to a comfortable room with a water bed... the knight looked in awe at the luxary given to him at such a small price, but then quickly checked hi provisional tools. He pulled out a heavy sack of powder and patted it with his hand, he sat that down next to a long and narrow metal cylindar which had been hollowed out, he then mounted the cylander onto a wooden base and it snapped into place, he quickly opened the bag and poured a bit of the powder into the cylanders opening, he then fixed a muzzle on he end and took a few iron balls. He dropped them down the shaft and hey made a coliding sond. He turned a crank on the wooden base and then took a peice of thatched wooden string, he stuck it into the base too and then mounted the bizare object on his shoulder, he closed one eye and focused onto a peice of metal jetting up from the barrel, he fixed his hand onto a peice of flint which was placed on a trigger to produce a small spark of fire, he then settled the weapon easily and placed a specially formed stopper on the trigger to prevent the flint from accidentally sparking, he fixed the rifle onto a belt and ran it over his shoulder and closed it on his chest, he now had the large item hanging from his back after sheithing it into a special leather holding clamp. He placed the poweder in an outside pocket connected to his upper thigh and then went at the next cylindical object, it had a bizare chain connected to one end which seemed to be reinforced 4 timees over, the other end was a sharp tipped spear, this he placed in a tiny sheithe on his other leg. Now fully outfitted, the armored night unhitched a sword with an iron hilt and began thrusting it about, making practice swings, he then slashed at a pillow and noticed the bed was erupting with water... he realized his mistake and quickly looked about to ensure his actions had gone unoticed, tip-toeing out of the room in his bizare shoes the figure then walked out fo the inn, he went to a nearby store which had all sorts of sharp tools sitting about. Comming to rest infront of a main counter the figure rang a little bell. A man with a large nose came to the coner, his hair was falling out even as he spoke. The man still had a kind expression on his face though and a raspy voice expected of an aged bard. "What might I do for you young sire... i see by your seal that you come from a land across the sea from afar, can I be of service?"

"I was wondering if you... um... sold weapons..."

"OH heavens no! there's no store within miles where one could obtain such things..."

"that's all right, i was just checking, say, for a guy who has never practiced magic before, do you think I could learn a spell or two arond here?"

"OH of course! at the holy temple of Varlis one can learn any spell with a day of meditation inside.. err... unless you're inhuman... sir yoru hair is rather long, might i ask, are you elven?"

"uh... kind of...."

"OH! that is even better! Elven people can learn magic 4 times faster than men!"

"but Im only 1/4 elven..."

"... well then that'll get you nowhere... the spell shop is around the corner and straight on down the road until you see a shop labeled "MAGIC" you can't miss it...."

"um thanks..."

the nkight slowly turned and went on his way...