The Last Kingdom

[Darklord]

Ooc: Okay gang, here I go again, starting ANOTHER thread, and praying to god it works out this time. Anyhow, this is open to all who wish to join, and I'm happy to invite you to do it through out the story. I don't care, the more the merrier, usually. So, away we go, but first some background on this world of ours...

Really OOC: the action is taking place in a world much like ours in te sense humans are the dominant life form, afterall we breed like bunnies. But other races, trolls, ogres, etc. all exist here too. As of this time there is only one true Kingdom of the humans left standing (Telerast) after centuries of internal strife and conflict among the humans. The other kingdoms were lost through wars and betrayl from among the humans and there many supposed allies. Now there is arising to the far west a new threat to the Nation of Telerast, a nation made of many races but who have one common hatred, that of humans. In this world, there are many towns and cities, but only one true government left in it, and it now only controls a few hundred leagues of territory. Instead it is a lawless land where the quick and the strong can survive along with the smart, and one's word is their bond. Anywhere people can be found, but can a group of heroes be brought together in time to keep Telerast and the last humans alive????

 

[Darklord]

Telerast at daybreak..

As the sun rose up behind the hills to the north of the city, and finally crossed the wall tops it finds a person awaiting the opening of the gates for the day. Sitting there many people would look twice at his size and obvious strength. Then they would look again for he was also covered in a large quantity of fur, and steel, and lots more of both. As the gates opened he stood up, and up. When fully upright he stood a good 7 plus feet tall almost 8. Over his shoulder poked the well worn hilt of a two handed sword that was close to five feet long, and over his head sat a helmet. The helmet was perhaps the most unsettling thing about the person. It was made from the skull of a full sized Bull Troll, it had some teeth missing and there were several cracks in it, and one eye, the left, was covered with a steel plate. Trolls are notoriously hard to kill, and even a mace swung with all it's might could only chip one of their skulls. They are even uglier than they are strong or stupid.

After the gates had opened the figure strode from the town and standing there at the gates looked at the sun, and making a satisfied noise headed into the town outside the city the walls.... The figure's name? Karrack Iron Heart, son of Titanus Steel Arm.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen

... a horse approached Karrack Iron Heart just as he left the city and entered the township itself. The horse & rider both, were covered in dust and mud from many days riding. It came to a halt immediately before him and the rider removed his helmet revealing long dark hair plaited securely into a thick braid which rested now against the woman's back.

She peered at him from her advantage point in the saddle. One of the few chances she got to see him at eye level. At 5'4" she was usually dwarfed by his size.

"Karrack..." she addressed him semi-formally. Her face sombre. She rarely smiled. Her features were striking despite this. Deep blue eyes held an intensity that was hard to ignore. "There has been another attack on one of the smaller outposts... it was a slaughter... they seem to be gathering together... all kinds... kinds that would never spit on each other have now found a common enemy - us."

She dismounted. Her horse stood obediently still. She stretched her tired muscles and stiffled a yawn. She wore tight black leather that looked more grey now from the hard ride. Leather pants, vest and boots all encased a slender yet curvacious body. The knives she kept about her person were not obvious unless one was looking for that kind of thing. "The few that survived have been sent to warn the other out-posts... but it doesn't look good." She paused before continuing... "Does a woman have to seduce a man here for a meal and a tankard of good ale?" she finally managed a tired smile up at him.

 

[poohlive]

"Mom, I'm home."
Garret entered the door, looking inside. It was completely empty. That was odd, after his usually studies were done for the day, his mother was always home. Dinner was nearly ready, and they would sit down and talk about....
Well, who cares what they would talk about, the point is she wasn't here. What was going on.
Someone rode on horseback outside. He could tell from the hoofbeats that it was driving the poor thing very hard. Garret looked outside. The horse was already outside the city limits, heading into the forst. Garret looked around at the town. It was empty.
He hadn't noticed before. Garret had spent the day reading his book outside of the city. It didn't hit him that he was alone in the city until right now.
From the east a low rumbling was heard. Garret stepped out into the street, looking curiously.
Hundreds of them. Most on horses, but he could see many on feet too. Orcs, ogres, dwarves, elves, and even things he couldn't describe ran as fast as they could towards the city.
"Shit..."
Garret ran inside quickly grabbing a knapsack. He picked out a few things he thought he would need. A sword, some rations, marbles, coins, a few bags for sleeping. There was no time for anything else. Garret ran from the house, not pausing to look back. The thunder under foot was enough to keep him moving. Garret ran for his life, he ran for every life. He simply ran, as fast as he could.
Outside of the city, he saw most of the town settled, watching the massacre. After only a few minutes smoke was already brewing from the town. This wasn't good at all. They weren't going to stop.
"What are you doing, we need to get as far away from here as possible?"
They simply stared at him, not wanting or caring to listen to him.
"What is wrong with..." and then he saw it. Surrounding the town was a small circle. One of magic, he could tell. It would cause whoever crossed the circle to come under a spell. Obviously a slave spell.
Garret took out a marble rolling it towards the circle. It exploded, causing a break in the circle. Grabbing a horse from one of the townspeople Garret made a wild dash for it.
Arrows came from behind, he hoped none would hit. Luckily, he got through all right. Inside the forest he felt safe, but he didn't dare let the horse stop from it's full run. He wouldn't stop until the sun went down, at least.
Garret rode on.

 

[Darklord]

Karrack

Karrack smiled down at the young lady before and spoke, a low rumbling like a thunder storm on the horizon. "Fine then, but not many ladies seem to enjoy having their food with a very young giant. Of course I'm young only in relation to the rest of the clan." and grinning they walked to the small inn nearby to grab some breakfast. Looking at the sign Karrack could only wonder what possesed the owner to call it the Wandering Wastrel. Going inside they took a table and waited to be served. Looking at her he said "So what races and nations have joined to destroy man? I know of many who hate you, but I cannot help unless I know what we will be facing."

 

[Lady_Siren]

OOC: I would love to join. How about an Ally for the kingdom of Telerast.. how about some Amazons? hehe

Name: Avallyn
Age: 27
Height: 5'9
Hair: Silvery Blonde
Eyes: peircing Green

INFO: Avallyn is the leader of the Amazons that reside in the east. They are one of the few people who do not hate the people of Telerast. Their ranks are mixed. Some human, some mages, even some elves. Their Warriors are known as the Silver Sisters. They are skilled in hand to hand combat as well as archery. Avallyn knows of the trouble Telerast is in and fears for her tribe so she decides an alliance is for the best

IC: Avallyn saw the Capitol of Telerast rise in the distance as her and her two gaurds drew closer. Smiling she looked forward to meeting the leader of this Kingdom and proposing her idea for an Alliance

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

"Aahh... but Karrack M'dear... I'm not like most women!" she grinned back as they entered the Inn. She ordered a huge meal as they sat down... two serves of stew... a large tankard of ale and a full loaf of bread.

"Haven't eaten a proper meal in days..." she chuckled apon seeing Karrack's look... "err... yes well... not to say that this establishment will be much different from what I've been surviving on but at least it'll be warm!" she laughed.

Her face became sombre as she turned to answer his earlier question.

"I've never seen anything like it Karrack... orcs, ogres, dwarves, elves..." her face became tense with some inner emotion she wasn't willing to share... "but that is not the thing that most scares me... it was... seeing them marching as one army... that... that is something I never thought I would see in my lifetime. Something... someone... I don't know... there have been rumours of dark magic... unlike anything we have ever seen before. I laughed it off for the most part as silly old wives tales... but... but I saw that army Karrack... it wasn't natural... things that could to little more than attack anything that entered their territory? Now marching with sworn enemies? It's just..." she shuddered at the memory of it.

The food arrived and she flashed a brilliant smile at the serving woman. The woman flushed prettily, seemingly confused by her own response to Vixen's smile. Vixen chuckled to herself, she figured if she ever got tired of men... she'd have no shortage of women willing to warm her bed... they seemed to find her strength as attractive as her striking looks.

"What do you think Karrack? Have you heard anything?" She asked the young giant.

 

[Moneytalks]

OOC:

Lady Siren... welcome! 'Tis not my thread but as a fellow poster... I do welcome your character and yourself!" [grins]

 

[Darklord]

Karrack

Ooc: Hey there Siren and welcome aboard!

Ic: Shaking his head he replied to Vixen's question. "My clan hasn't heard anything recently, but as you know yourself, not many people associate with giants for fun. Besides you know I am currently an outcast for having left home to early at the tender age of 40, instead of waiting till I reached my early hundreds to go adventuring. But the few willing to talk to me, have nothing to report of any significance from the north." at this point he took a sip and mused aloud. "I am surprised to hear of dwarves marching with the army along with the elves. But, if i had to make a guess it's probably the elves of Darlok who march in this army along with moutains dwarves. Last I had heard the hill and gully dwarves were staying neutral. Either way it is distrubing news to hear." shaking his head he watched as Vixen devoured the first bowl and started in on the second. "Anyhow, we need to see if we can get you an audience with King Auton if we can so he can hear what you have to say. I think we should visit Lord Randel who heads up the Hawks (The Hawks being a unit of Knights whose allegiance is to the King only and no other Noble, therefore unable to be corrupted by politics, in theory.) he can probably sneak you in to see the King." he said eventually.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Avallyn arrived at the castle gates only to be stopped by gaurds. She kept her hood on as her gaurds rode forward to anounce her. She could understand their hesitation. All they saw was a hooded figure with a sword. Her gaurds however seemed pursuasive and before long the gates opened to them. Urging her horse forward she looked around at the people of Telerast curiousity filling her senses. Dismounting she turned to a gaurd "Please take me to who is in charge here" He nodded and began leading her into the castle.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

... wolfed down her second bowl of stew, only pausing long enough to gnaw at the remains of the loaf of bread in her hand. She listened carefully to all Karrack had to say however and nodded with her mouth full in agreement to his suggestion.

She managed a huge swallow, washing everything down with the last dredges of her ale. She sighed loudly in seeming contentment leaning back in her chair and patting her otherwise flat stomach.

"Goddess but that hit the spot!" She grinned good naturedly... clearly in a much better frame of mind now that she had eaten.

"I have heard word of this Lord Randel... will he be willing to introduce me to the King do you think?" She queried, stretching again her tired muscles and wondering to herself if they had time for another ale.

"It would do all a lot of good if only there were some allies we could count on outside of the dwindling Telerast armies." She mused almost to herself.

"Karrack... are you truly still outcast?" She grinned up at the giant... "it is still hard for me to fathom that one as old as 40 could be considered so young in other parts"

 

[poohlive]

Garret stared down at the creek, running his hands through it. He brought the cold water to his lips, drinking it. It tasted so good.
He kneeled on the side of the bank looking back through the forest.
"I can't do it, I can't leave her there with them."
In one swift move he mounted the horse, travelling back the way he came. If she was still alive, he would find her. He just had too, it was his mother.
Taking the long way, it took nearly til nightfall before he made his way back to the village. The black circle around the village was gone. Inside the village was an array of sights and sounds. The army had turned the village into their own little playground.
Taking back alley's and little routes that only him and most kids knew around the village, he looked for some sort of prison ward.
"There," in the biggest building, he could see shadows of people. Tall people too, not just elvish dawrves or whatever. Running with all his might, he ducked in behind the building.
In the front, a huge bonfire with many creatures sitting and eating supper. the front wasn't an option.
The back.
Ducking through the window, Garret saw nearly half of the village here. He looked at all of them, all of their eyes were blank and expressionless. Some sort of spell was on them. Garret wished he knew what kind it was, but his studies hadn't gone that far yet. He just barely knew how to make fire.
"Mom," he called out to her. Standing in the front she stood just like all the others. Garret hugged her, looking at her.
"Mom, mom it's me, come on. Let's get out of here."
She said nothing.
Outside he heard footsteps.
"I'll pick us out a nice young filly."
Garret ran, just as the door opened he hid right behind it. A fat dwarf with a tired bear came in, looking at the group of people.
"I think the elves got most of the hotties," he called out. Garret could sense drunkness in his speech. He paused, looking at Garret's mother.
"This one'll do," he said to no one in particular.
Garret pushed the door closed, cocking his arrow.
The dwarf turned to the sound of the door, looking at him with wide eyes.
He let the arrow go, hitting the dwarf right in the chest. He coughed, falling to the ground. Blood splurted from his mouth. Garret didn't want to see the rest, he quickly grabbed his mother's hand. He ran to the back window.
"HELP!!!" the dwarf was yelling. Damnit, Garret knew he should have went for the neck. He would have died slower, but he couldn't have yelled. Garret pushed his mother out of the window as the door slammed open.
Garret looked back, an orc, a huge and terrible orc looked at him. Hate was in his eyes, but an axe was in his hand. With great aim he let it go flying through the room.
Garret jumped through the window, hearing a loud smack as the axe hit the wood just below the window. That would have been him a few seconds ago.
"Come on mom," he ran back to his horse, at the edge of the village. By now he could hear other creatures getting up. Word travelled very fast in this village. Within earshot he heard many cursings in many different languages. His horse didn't like what was going on either. With much help, Garret got his mother on the mare, before getting up himself.
He sped off through the forest.
There, he saw it.
A tall elf, towering nearly six feet, with a long and dark robe on was in the way.
"Stop him," he heard it whisper. Then, it was gone. Garret didn't understand that at all. He turned around, wondering what the hell just happened.
His mother punched him. Garret went flying off the horse, landing on the harsh trail below. The horse stopped, turning around. Garret leaned on a stump, feeling something warm in his eyes. He tasted blood in his mouth.
The horse came up to him, his mother was holding the reigns, she looked at him with those same eyes he saw on the orc. She pointed to him, screaming.
"HE'S HERE. HE'S HERE!!!!"
Garret didn't have time to hear the woods being filled with footsteps. He just ran, tears filled his eyes. His mother was under some spell all right, an evil spell. One he couldn't break, and he didn't know who could. He simply ran.
He ran for most of the night, not stopping until morning. At the morning he was back at the small creek. His stuff was there, saddlebags filled with some rations and a sword. His bow with arrows was still on his back.
Sighing, Garret leaned back against a tree, falling asleep.

 

[Darklord]

Karrack

Ooc: Plenty of spots still open for people if you want in...

Ic: When Vixen asked him "Karrack... are you truly still outcast? It is still hard for me to fathom that one as old as 40 could be considered so young in other parts" he grinned and ordered her another ale. Sitting back in his chair a little and hearing it's squeak of protest he answered her. "Well, when your race has an average height of nearly 6 feet at birth and you grow to be somewhere between 40 and 50 feet tall, it takes time. And not only are we big and tall, our life span is equally large, the oldest member of our clan right now is 973 years old. Compared to him, I shouldn't be out of diapers." grinning at the thought he took a sip of a fresh ale. A minute later his face became serious again. "Of course with our long life spans and giant size, it has not earned us much love from the other races. Plus that one giant who harrassed that village where the kid named Jack lived and all that happened with the beanstalk didn't help our cause much either. Then theres the other gigantic races too. The Cyclopes, Titans, Jurtan, and Frost Giants all doing there own things making my clan's life harder than it should be. But, it's like having a black sheep in the family." after he finished talking he waited for her to finish her ale, and standing up they left the inn and headed back towards the castle.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Karrack and Vixen walked in companiable silence as they headed towards the castle. Vixen sighed as she considered Karrack's earlier words. She understood being outcast. She didn't really fit anywhere herself. Considered to manly to be a prosprective bride of any sort... and too womanly to become anyone of serious import in an all too manly world.

She suddenly looked down at herself. Some deeply hidden womanly pride made itself unwelcomly known to her. She stopped suddenly and looked up at Karrack.

"Karrack... shouldn't I... perhaps change clothes before meeting the king?" She blushed only slightly before shaking her head at her own silliness. "Awww... forget what I just said... I must be going daft in my old age..." she laughed throwing Karrack a wink in reference to his much older age.

"I guess my news is important enough that he shouldn't mind right?" They trudged onwards. Vixen was grateful for the ale she had drunk, it settled her nerves a little. She wasn't one who was used to castles and courts and high fashion. She hoped she wouldn't inadvertantly insult anyone important.

They finally arrived at the gates to the castle itself.

 

[Lady_Siren]

OOC: does anyone play the king?

IC: Avallyn sat in what looked like an office. She knew this to be the kings office. Glancing around the room she noticed there was not many luxuries. Obviously they were in sore need of help. Her two gaurd stood outside the door. They had argued she had ordered them to wait but she had been strict. Now she leanded against her chair as she awaited the king.

 

[poohlive]

"What do you do when your whole world is turned upside down?"
Garret looked at the rising sun. He didn't have the answer. He wished he had one, an answer is really what he needed right now. More importantly he needed someone to help him.
There was no one though, absolutely no one. Every person he had ever known in his life were all now under the spell of some strange magic.
"No one... nobody, all alone."
A boy, he didn't dare call himself a man. In society he would be looked on as a man, but he wasn't. He left his mother, he had her. He took her away from them, but he couldn't hold on. He had failed his mother, and everyone else in his village.
They were all gone now because of him.
His sword played daintily in his hands, flashing occasionally from the morning sun. His head was hung low from the horizon, leaving his own thoughts to dwell inside him.
Something caught his eye.
He looked up.
A horse was on the opposite side of the meadow, grazing peacefully. He looked at it, a dull gray mare in the prime of her life. He knew a horse when he saw one. It had reigns too, and a saddle. Looking at it's coat he could tell it's been on it's own for days. Garret sat up, walking towards it.
The horse looked at him, right in the eye. He stared at the magnificent beast. It's eyes were sharp, seeming to probe into him.
Then, it lowered it's head, grazing on the grass covered in dew. Wasting no time Garret walked up to her, petting her coat. In an instant he had the reigns and had mounted the horse.
"Let's go girl," she was off. He had no clue where she was going, but she seemed to know the way. He didn't try to drive her, he just let her go.

 

[Moneytalks]

The King...

OOC:... thought I'd give him a whirl until someone else wants to take up the character... [grins]


IC: The King sighed as the commander of this troops entered his private library.

"Your Majesty..." he spoke as he lived... as if always in an urgent need to get somewhere fast.
"There is a most unusual visitor here to see you..." the commander faltered... not quite sure how to explain the person awaiting the King in his conference rooms.

The King looked up, his face drawn and tired. He stood wearily and looked questioning at the Commander. "Does this person have an appointment? I haven't been given word of any meetings today..."

"Your Majesty... no appointment... but... but I think you may be interested in what this person has to say."

"Fine... fine..." The King rolled his shoulders. He hadn't been sleeping much of late and it was beginning to tell on him.

He stalked out of the room before the Commander and abruptly entered the conference rooms to see a woman standing by a chair. He stopped short, having not expected this.

"M'Lady?" He inquired drawing her attention... "I have word that you wish to speak with me?"

 

[Citizen X]

OOC: You all have the honour to read my first post on this board. You left the topic open for anyone to join, so I'm joining.

IC: A man arrived at the gate. He walked towards it and knocked on the gate. Two guards opened it a bit and peered through the slot. And they gasped for air by the view of that strange foreigner. He was an average seized man. He wore a robe that didn't even allow the guards to see his face. All his clothing was black. There simply was no other colour, only black. A black crow sat on his left shoulder and starred at the guards. This lasted for a few seconds, but it seemed to last for hours. The guards seemed to be hypnotized by this foreigner or his crow starring at them. The stranger didn't move all the time. After an endless seeming time, the guards could free from their paralisys and tried to close the gate immediately.

Suddenly, the stranger rose his right arm and the guards stood still. The stranger entered the town and being in, he lowered his arm and the guards were free. But they seem to have forgotten the stranger, noticed the open gate and closed it, wondering why it was open. then they went back to work, not knowing what happened seconds before.

Meanwhile, the stranger stood on the market place and glanced around to get a view of this town. He seemed to have walked a long way so far. His robe was covered with dust and dirt. He found, what he searched and disappeared entering the tavern.

 

[Darklord]

Karrack and Vixen made their way over to the barracks that housed the commander of the Hawks resided. When they reached the doorway a soldier behind the desk looked up at them and asked "May I help you citizens?" to which Karrack replied "Yes, I seek an audience with Lord Randel if you don't mind? You may tell him that Karrack asked for him." At this the soldier nodded his head and pulling a rope summoned a page boy. They talked for a few moments then the boy took off down the corridor. A while later he came back and beckoned to Karrack and Vixen to follow. After what seemed long time they reached Randel's offices. The boy showed them in the door then left. Inside they found another reception area here staffed by a Senior Seargant who asked them to be seated till Lord Randel had returned from advising the King on matters of state. Taking the seats shown them Karrack leaned over to Vixen and said "Well, we've got one foot in the door, let's hope we can open it a bit more." and leaned back against the wall.

 

[Darklord]

Lord Randel

Ooc: I'll play Randel till someone takes him off my hands.

Ic: Lord Randel wasn't pleased, at all. Of course this tended to be a regular state of affairs these days but today was the worst so far. Well, not really until this stranger showed up at the gates wanting to meet with the King. He didn't like that at all, especially since he hadn't known she was approaching to meet with the King till she arrived. Knowledge was power, and survival, and this underscored their already precarious position in this world. Grunting in disgust and anger he led his King down the hallways into the reception room where he would meet this person who sought his time. When they entered the room he took a place against the wall and awaited his King's wishes..

 

[Lady_Siren]

Avallyn stood up nodding with respect to the king. "Your Majesty. I am Avallyn, queen of the northern amazons. I have come with a proposition. With all due respect your kingdom does not have sufficient men to win this war. My amazons would be a great help and possibly your salvation. I do not ask for tribute for I know how much you need your supplies. The reason I am here is I am worried for my people. Once this force finishes you they will come after me. I propose an alliance to help both our kingdoms and to take down this threat" she boldly met his gaze awaiting his answer.

 

[Moneytalks]

The King

The King was startled. This woman was magnificent, clearly well used to weaponry and so sure of herself... so strong willed. He admired her confidence and her sound suggestion.

He nodded and strode forward offering her his hand in welcome. They shook hands firmly and this too he admired. "M'Lady... I cannot tell you what good news this is... you are correct... this war has caught us most unprepared and unawares. I had just been discussing with my man here how good it would be to have word of allies rather than foes. May I enquire... how many of you are there?"

 

[Citizen X]

IC: While Vixen and Karrack where waiting, the door opened and the mysterious stranger entered the room. The boy who let him there went off and the stranger walked towards the Senior Sergeant. The Crow on his left shoulder turned and focussed on Vixen and Karrack. After a short discussion between the stranger and the Sergeant, the officer noded and turned to leave the room for something. The stranger turned around and looked at Vixen and Karrack. He wore the same robe as when he arrived in the town. But this time, he took the cowl off and looked at both of them as if considering their power. Both looked at him, too. And what they saw, was not normal in those times. The stranger was a Dark Elf. He had black short hair, a white skin and red eyes. He focussed on them like the crow did before. He seemed to be thinking of something. Then, he suddenly turned off and took place on a chair near the door. But why did he look at Vixen and Karrack in this strange way? Where was he from and what did he want? He turned around to the others and a short smile hushed on his face. Then he turned around and waited for the commander to arrive. They didn't have to wait long, because the Senior Sergeant entered the room followed by the commander of the Hawks.

OOC: Some comment about the position of Dark Elves in this setting. They tended to be evil in their actions. They left the elves long time ago and founded a new country. They usually tended to help the powers of the evil and therefore were often not welcome to towns of the elves and humans. But they seemed to be upset, because they were not invited when the evil forces started their conquest. The Dark Elves were known for their magicians and fighters. There were some really powerful masters of evil magic under them.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Vixen looked at the strange caped figure curiously. When the cowl was removed she sat frozen in surprise. She never imagined to see one of his kind up close. She shivered... all the stories of what the Dark Elves had done... she glanced nervously at Karrack who looked calm enough.

She wondered what was going on when the Commander and the Senior Sergeant entered the room. Vixen was tense, ever muscle in her body poised for action. Her fingers twitched ready to defend herself if necessary. She didn't like this situation, she was in an rather small enclosed area... the only exit or entrance the one which the Commander and Senior Sergeant had entered and now blocked themselves.

She waited... she waited and watched and listened.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Enter The Red One...

*It had been hard riding from the Druids Sanctuary, For three days he had neither slept nor ate in order to get here in time, a long billowing red cloak swept behind him, a deep hood obscuring his face, he wore gleaming Magickal Leather Armour, Enchanted to give him protection against even the harshest conditions, his thick, fingerless riding gloves made especially for him, being a master of the Longbow, and sure enough his finely crafted bow was hung neatly on his form , his massive quivver at his side as he rode hard through the town towards where he had been told they'd be gathering, he didnt know what he would find but was sure it would be grand, He had missed the life of adventure that was so deep in his past, a past very very few still remembered, His name was for only those he could trust the most, and to all others he gave a different one....*

*He rode past two guards who suddenly looked bewildered, his Silvery white horse neighing in amusement as they neared the castle fast, he avoided all chances of collision, his eyes focused ahead, this had been nothing, he had gone further and farther in longer time and harder conditions than this, but still he would need to show the utmost respect, and the utmost secrecy, he quickly cast a Masterful Illusion over himself, and his normally Hated form, suddenly he looked almost normal, save for being very fair haired, and with bright, Glowing Green eyes, which were the only thing visable beneath his dark cowl, making him look rather eerie, he lept from the horse and with a double snap of his fingers it was soon magickally tethered to a nearby wall, he made for the building, shelthing one of his stout shortswords and daggers, for emergencys only, he entered the great hall of a roomthough totally unnannounced, his presence seemed to quail the guards enough not to try and arrest him For disturbing the inn, he spoke in a dark, aincent voice, at first it was the Dark Tounge of the Drow, but he coughed and spoke once more, now in the Common language though in a low dark undertone*

Damn, I must keep my wits about me.....no room for error here.

*He drew himself up to his considerable height, and walked through the room, his eyes flashing across every face.......landing to rest on vixens and he stopped, rather, he abruptly stopped, his glowing eyes fixated on her for the briefest of moment, then he continued to move, heading to the bar and ordering a quick Red wine before he reported to the Guards barricks to join this little band of.....heros..*