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"He's damaged, alright. Looks like he needs some rest, and good healing. I may have to camp the night as well. Ugh, another wasted day. Why????"
Fenrir sets to be on his way.
"You should be careful. This war I hear about could strike at any time. Be warned. Heal up quickly. I will be here for the night, but by the new dawn, I will be up and away. If you are ready, you can catch on. If not, I will leave alone. Hunger drives a man's determination."

Angered at the closing of the arena, he wondered if joining Etruria's army would be the only choice left. He needed gold, but wished to pledge his allegiance to nobody. With these thoughts fresh in his head, he prepared his minute tent.

Stunned at the effects of the vulnerary, Fenrir watched in shock.

'What the...but that skin was just...yeesh..."

Turning to his tent, he noticed the other travellers were gazing upon the vulnerary as well.

"I'm off to rest. If any of you dare to invade my tent at night, you will know the mystical power of a mage so hot, he can forge steel."

OOC: I'm off for today. Maybe some other time.

The breeze came in from the north, bringing a scent of ash through Krett's nostrils. He immediately stood, his eyes narrowing.

And then he saw the shadows.

Of all the times... why now? Why here? Why do there always have to be shadowy figures with nerfarious aims? He took in the area in one quick sweep; town walls on one side, woods on another, a winged white horse -

That must be hers! The girl's a genuine Pegasus Knight!

He turned to the girl. "We've got unwanted company. Now is the time for you to take to the skies. Get going! We don't have much time."

His left arm dropped clear of his cloak, a shine of silver connecting his wrist to the tome he was holding.

"This is probably about to get ugly."

CHAPTER 1: Menace from the Woods



Finn Takes out his axe and gets into a battle stance, eyes sweeping the woods.

"This is it: Bandits are now surounding us. Behind us is the attacked town and forward are those bandits... I guess the introductions will come into play later, young lady" He speaks.

[[Gah... sorry guys gotta go... So the Time Paradox rule comes into play. Which means your character can still RP like all of this didn't happen until we are all online again. Then we'll return to this instant.. =/. Sorry guys.]]

Lyle jumps back and quivers in a fear a bit.

"This is what I get for showing some concern," he moaned, "I knew I shouldn't have come to Etruria. My life's in danger. I gotta find a way to get out of here. I'm surrounded."

Lyle's stomach rumbled a bit.

"...and I'm still hungry."

Lyle tried to find someplace to hide.

OOC- not sure how you want me here. I imagine in the context I'm a green troop. If you want to randomly place me somewhere like a tree, that'll work.

Eldac wondered along the path. The sunlight bright and made his eyes, so used to the gloom of the Eturian Libary tingle with pain. He was not one for traveling.

But who else could retrive the ancient tome? I just hope that barbarian who calls himself a monk will keep things in order..

Eldac was on the path to Lycia. He had no clues as to the whereabouts of the bandits who had attacked three days ago, but his heart and mind led him down the path. Though he longed for his books, his enquisitive nature was excited by the prospect of seeing the l;ands he had read so much about.

Suddenly, a noise broke him out of his reverie. It sounded like a cry for help, carried by the wind. Looking down from his high vantage point, he could see a small group of feirce looking warriors, and a much larger group of bandits. His blood boiled at the sight. He could make out no features from here, but bandits were all the same. Eldac took a few steps forward then..

There swords are very sharp, and in Eturia my magic is restriced..and they probably dont need my help anyway..

Eldac stood at the hill. Uncertain and waiting..

(OOc-I hope thats okay. If you want to put me in this map, or wait for another one..)

"Here we are! A few miles off from Etruria!! Get yer stuff, and get ready to get off!!" The captain of the ship said as if he had many, many times before. Which, he hasn't.

"Finally." Quint said, even though the trip seemed to happen quickly. "Wait....Etruria? Crap. I don't feel any different, but I have heard stories that this is the place that St. Elimine founded. Which means that I am at a serious disadvantage here." He let out a heavy sigh, because he wanted to test out his skills in this new land. This would be a bad start to do it in.


As the ship got closer to the port, Quint could swear that this would be the hardest challenge of all. Getting out of this city. Alive. It made him worry, but at the same time, he thought that if he could stay here, and even defeat enemies here, he was truly the best Shaman ever.

Port. The city seemed to glow it's own light, as a huge statue of St. Elimine stayed in the middle of the city, looking as if that the statue was giving off the warm light.

"Eh...I gotta get out of this town." Quint said, walking around town, getting a few strange looks from townsfolk, as he asked questions. About the land, the people, the events. The biggest event that was talked about was the war against Ostia and here. It raged, but it didn't seem to be that bad, even war could not darken the unearthly shine in the city. Asking where would be a nice place to be in these times brought up a place named Lycia. It seemed like a nice place, and Quint thought that there he would be out of this "Holy City," as he called it.

"Thank you very much." Quint said to the person that gave him information.

"Yo-you're wellcome..." Said the townsperson, who was shaking with fear. Not many people have seen shamans, and none willingly coming to Etruria, knowing that they could be defeated by even the weakest of monks.

He left town, feeling better that he was gone, and walked for a little while before he saw some bandits and people in a forest. It looked as if they were going to fight. He saw a woman on a horse with wings on it, a monk, and a man that looked to be royalty. His clothes, and the well made axe gave that away. Then he looked at who they seemed to be readying to fight. They all had this tattered red clothing on, with crudely made axes, and faces that would make grown men cry.

"I guess that the "good" people are outnumbered..." Quint said, wanting to join the battle. He thought he was far enough out of town to fight at his full power. He stood behind a tree, itching to fight.

(OOC Notice: You guys, March just told me he's busy with a school project, so I'm assuming he might not be around much. Please bear with us... Unless I can find some alternative. x_x

Edit: Never mind, he just said he'd be here in an hour. Blah)