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Location: Knight's Kingdom docks
Willem stared down at their Fright Knight armor. "I think we should take this lot off and ditch the cart...we'll look more convincing as lost strangers than Knights.
Graygon agreed and they all removed the cumbersome attire, Bjarn still fuming.
After the hid the cart they made their way to the docks, a noisy, smelly place crowed with people and goods. Bjarn made his way up to a statly looking person and tapped him on the shoulder. The man turned and asked "May I...er...help you?" His eyes roved over Graygon's torn and bloody cloak, Willem's menacing daggers and Bjarn's stump of an ear.
"Yes. My name is...Phil and this younger brother Jack and his son Ben." Bjarn replied in a false accent, pointing out Willem and Graygon, "We were wondering if we could stay on yer ship til you dock at the mainland?"
The man shifted. "We don't usally carry passengers...and it will cost you."
Bjarn held up a bag of coins he had taken from on of the Fright Knight soldiers. "Will this be alright?"
The man's eyes widened. "Yes, yes it will!" he said, snatching the coins and hiding them out of sight, "Come this way gentlemen!"
Location: Knight's Kingdom docks
Willem stared down at their Fright Knight armor. "I think we should take this lot off and ditch the cart...we'll look more convincing as lost strangers than Knights.
Graygon agreed and they all removed the cumbersome attire, Bjarn still fuming.
After the hid the cart they made their way to the docks, a noisy, smelly place crowed with people and goods. Bjarn made his way up to a statly looking person and tapped him on the shoulder. The man turned and asked "May I...er...help you?" His eyes roved over Graygon's torn and bloody cloak, Willem's menacing daggers and Bjarn's stump of an ear.
"Yes. My name is...Phil and this younger brother Jack and his son Ben." Bjarn replied in a false accent, pointing out Willem and Graygon, "We were wondering if we could stay on yer ship til you dock at the mainland?"
The man shifted. "We don't usally carry passengers...and it will cost you."
Bjarn held up a bag of coins he had taken from on of the Fright Knight soldiers. "Will this be alright?"
The man's eyes widened. "Yes, yes it will!" he said, snatching the coins and hiding them out of sight, "Come this way gentlemen!"
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THE lights of the geisha house were a welcome sight in the forbidding night as the Dark Forest caravan moved through the northern Ninja lands. The winding path led the weary, downtrodden refugees to the relieving house. The door slid open to reveal a well-lit room, the Shogun banner hung up on the wall.
"There's talk of war in the south, we're lucky to be out," said one of the forestmen.
"Yes, Breck Silandro claims he can take the southern isles," claimed another.
Radjar Kath, heir of the Dark Forest throne, retreated to his room. It had been a long journey from the war-torn homeland on the Fell Island. He removed his runic armor, sheathed his gleaming emerald katana, and reclined on the bamboo pad that lay ready for him. Soon he was fast asleep.
Thoughts drifted through his head. Corsair fleets locked in battle with Fright Knight dromunds, wolf-mounted raiders torching helpless villages, Forestmen ambushed by their more warlike kin. Falcon armies routed by those who carried Bull shields; Crusader troops smashed by Dragon Master invaders. He saw in his mind the same thing he had seen every night; A dark figure holding the world like a toy in his hands.
Rad jolted up to the sound of shouts and screams. he reached for his katana blade and slid open the door. The hallway was empty, and the shouts came from downstairs. Below the Dark Forest warriors were behind a makeshift barricade, weilding halberds and crossbows, fending off Jekei, demon ronin who plagued the borderlands. Rad ran at one, his enchanted blade radiant with a fierce core glow. The sword seared in half a Jekei, its burning core extinguished at the touch of oxygen. Another blow crushed the mask of another, the demon warrior bent it off to reveal its groteque flaming features, too late as the emerald blade came rushing through its skull. Another turned and brought down it's ever-burning naginata to Radjar. the intense head smoldered the sleeve of his drab tunic, but his katana cut the spear in two and severed both arms of the creature. The ronin dissappeared in a swirl of black smoke, as did the others. The forestmen looked up, some collapsing with exhaustion. Enter Radjar Kath.
"There's talk of war in the south, we're lucky to be out," said one of the forestmen.
"Yes, Breck Silandro claims he can take the southern isles," claimed another.
Radjar Kath, heir of the Dark Forest throne, retreated to his room. It had been a long journey from the war-torn homeland on the Fell Island. He removed his runic armor, sheathed his gleaming emerald katana, and reclined on the bamboo pad that lay ready for him. Soon he was fast asleep.
Thoughts drifted through his head. Corsair fleets locked in battle with Fright Knight dromunds, wolf-mounted raiders torching helpless villages, Forestmen ambushed by their more warlike kin. Falcon armies routed by those who carried Bull shields; Crusader troops smashed by Dragon Master invaders. He saw in his mind the same thing he had seen every night; A dark figure holding the world like a toy in his hands.
Rad jolted up to the sound of shouts and screams. he reached for his katana blade and slid open the door. The hallway was empty, and the shouts came from downstairs. Below the Dark Forest warriors were behind a makeshift barricade, weilding halberds and crossbows, fending off Jekei, demon ronin who plagued the borderlands. Rad ran at one, his enchanted blade radiant with a fierce core glow. The sword seared in half a Jekei, its burning core extinguished at the touch of oxygen. Another blow crushed the mask of another, the demon warrior bent it off to reveal its groteque flaming features, too late as the emerald blade came rushing through its skull. Another turned and brought down it's ever-burning naginata to Radjar. the intense head smoldered the sleeve of his drab tunic, but his katana cut the spear in two and severed both arms of the creature. The ronin dissappeared in a swirl of black smoke, as did the others. The forestmen looked up, some collapsing with exhaustion. Enter Radjar Kath.
"Alright Kif, let's show these freaks what a bloated, runaway military budget can do"
IN the grassy plains of Ninjara, rebels and ronin lurk to seek their share of treasure. But on this day, a new outlander emerged from the underbrush- Radjar Kath, and his band of Dark Forest warriors, Larn, Hade, Firar, Geth and the rest of his elite outcasts. Each proudly wore the Dark Forest arms, though they were expelled from their homeland and their king was dead. Radjar had been born to the warlord Fallmir Kath, renowned for his war prowess and ruthlessness. He'd fought in many different lands, including in the Great Falcon War on the side of the Bull Knights, the War of Revolt on the side of the Dragon Masters, and finally in his own war, the Fell War, in which he started his crownship on the open sea and ended it with a swift blow. Adamopolis, a necromancer working for the Wolfpack, had killed Radjar's father on his own throne. Even though, Fallmir seemed like a symbol (or martyr) to all types of banditry, piracy, and scum. Radjar, however, was not one to follow in his father's footsteps.
"Alright Kif, let's show these freaks what a bloated, runaway military budget can do"
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"We cannot bother with this.... Fate will guide the boy...." Drakko slowly said, wisly. The group walked on. They came across a small ruined outpost. Plants and greenary covered the outpost. Reno, Aros, Brabod, and Drakko walked on. They entered the outpost, long dead skeletons lined the walls, and dicarded weapons lay.
A small crack broke the air.
"What was that?" Reno asked
"We cannot bother with this.... Fate will guide the boy...." Drakko slowly said, wisly. The group walked on. They came across a small ruined outpost. Plants and greenary covered the outpost. Reno, Aros, Brabod, and Drakko walked on. They entered the outpost, long dead skeletons lined the walls, and dicarded weapons lay.
A small crack broke the air.
"What was that?" Reno asked
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Ruins
Reno looked into the sound. A small bird was sat there.
Reno sighed in releif.
"We better get going, we have been around this area for a while now...." Reno sighed he looked around, he could tell that an important battle had taken place here.
Aros walked forward, and looked jumped atop the ruins. He looked into the distance. The lapping of the sea was soothing. Reno jumped up and joined Aros.
"We need to get out of here..." Barbod said.
"Yup...." Drakko agreed.
Reno looked around, nothing would get them off this old island.
Then, a sound ripped the peace apart. The sound of the lapping of the sea was drowned.
The group looked up.
"Shing-Shokon!!" Aros shouted.
Ruins
Reno looked into the sound. A small bird was sat there.
Reno sighed in releif.
"We better get going, we have been around this area for a while now...." Reno sighed he looked around, he could tell that an important battle had taken place here.
Aros walked forward, and looked jumped atop the ruins. He looked into the distance. The lapping of the sea was soothing. Reno jumped up and joined Aros.
"We need to get out of here..." Barbod said.
"Yup...." Drakko agreed.
Reno looked around, nothing would get them off this old island.
Then, a sound ripped the peace apart. The sound of the lapping of the sea was drowned.
The group looked up.
"Shing-Shokon!!" Aros shouted.
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Grid: E-14 Location: Adamoplois' Tower
THE magical energies of the mana flow stopped suddenly. Adamoplolis' skeletons , scattered across Ninjara, fell apart.
"What the megabloks was that?" cursed Adam.
Breck sensed it as well. he became angered at the obstacle. "A wizard has broken your hold over the channel!" yelled Breck. "Stupid shifty-bricks! Can't you send out your samurai or something?"
"We need them here! They can't just leave us undefended!"
"Well what can you do, then?"
"Easy! Nothing! We sit here and plan! Think before you act, Silandro, you moron!"
Breck nodded and slumped into one of Adam's chairs.
THE magical energies of the mana flow stopped suddenly. Adamoplolis' skeletons , scattered across Ninjara, fell apart.
"What the megabloks was that?" cursed Adam.
Breck sensed it as well. he became angered at the obstacle. "A wizard has broken your hold over the channel!" yelled Breck. "Stupid shifty-bricks! Can't you send out your samurai or something?"
"We need them here! They can't just leave us undefended!"
"Well what can you do, then?"
"Easy! Nothing! We sit here and plan! Think before you act, Silandro, you moron!"
Breck nodded and slumped into one of Adam's chairs.
"Alright Kif, let's show these freaks what a bloated, runaway military budget can do"
Ruins/airflier
Aros looked up. Shing was in his airflier.
"Shing!!" Aros shouted, and he, Drakko, Barbod and Reno boarded the flier.
"What brings you here!!" Aros asked, as he slumped into a seat, and looked at Shing.
"I needed to find you, an old wizard, Daner Pluto, was asking about you." Shing said, Reno looked up.
"Daner.... I know that name...." Reno said.
The airflier lifted off the ground.
"Where are we going?" Drakko asked
"Anywhere away from here! I hope...." Barbod laughed
The airflier lifted off, the sky was a dull grey color.
Aros stared out into the dull sky a bird fluttered by silently.
Aros looked up. Shing was in his airflier.
"Shing!!" Aros shouted, and he, Drakko, Barbod and Reno boarded the flier.
"What brings you here!!" Aros asked, as he slumped into a seat, and looked at Shing.
"I needed to find you, an old wizard, Daner Pluto, was asking about you." Shing said, Reno looked up.
"Daner.... I know that name...." Reno said.
The airflier lifted off the ground.
"Where are we going?" Drakko asked
"Anywhere away from here! I hope...." Barbod laughed
The airflier lifted off, the sky was a dull grey color.
Aros stared out into the dull sky a bird fluttered by silently.
there is a child in your eyes
and the child neverdies
so keep the dream alive
and the child neverdies
so keep the dream alive
Daner stood from the mud. He looked around, smoke was rising from everywhere. The town of Moria was completly ruined. Daner looked around, fire was surrounding Daner. He looked around and a small house seemed to be burning, a women was stood out side crying.
"MY BABY!!" The women was crying, and in the house a sharp cry peirced the air. Daner ran to the house, and took his wand out. He was magically almost drained, from the spell he had just performed. He stook his wand out, directing it at the house,
"WAVAGA!" he shouted, a flood of water blasted out from the end of Daners wand. Daner ran into the burning house. The flames were now returning, and it was getting extremly hot. Daner followed his Mana Energy, to find the missing infant. He came to a small room, and the kid was lying there, screaming. Daner jolted through the flames, and picked up the kid. He looked around. Then he saw it. A small barrel labelled Liquid Gas was on the floor, leaking.
"Megabloks!!!" Daner shouted, it did not mattter about him, but the kid! He tried to cast a protective spell, but his Mana Energy had ran out, he could not cast any more spells, until he rested. The house was now a blazing inferno. It was only a matter of time before the whole house would explode. Daner looked at the kid,
A young life.... Daner thought. He looked at the door. There was no way out. Daner felt so helpless. He glanced at the liquid gas again, and then looked at the flames, it was gonna be only 2 minutes until the flames would meet with the gas, and explode. He had to protect the kid! He delicatley layed the kid to the floor, and covered his own body over the kids, if anything would work, this would. When there was the explosion, the impact would hit Daner, instead of the kid, and the kid would live. He had to sacrifice his self.
Then it happened. The gas and the flames met, and resulted in a violent screech, and then the explosion. Daner braced himself for the blast. He had to save the kid. The blast happend. The impact of the blast shook the whole of the area. It ripped apart the wall, blasting it into oblivion. Daner looked up, and saw the main explosion, it destroyed the whole side of the house, and then, it hit Daner. Daner held the baby in his hands. the explosion destroyed the house, and sent daner flying, with the kid in his hands. The house exploded for the last time, and it collapsed in a heap of rubble. Daner was now falling through the sky with the kid in his hands. He was now falling to the ground, he held the kid high, so that the kid would have a soft landing. Daner fell to the floor, and the kid was ok!
Daner stood, and ran to the kids mother. Shje was on the floor, and blood trickled from underneath her hair.
"Please..... Take..... Luxus..... to..... Ren... Reno...." The mother said, and with a last breath the parents eyes fell shut, and they would not ever open again.
Reno... Reno! This Reno has the pendants!! I need to find him! And i need to take this Luxus to Reno!" Daner thought to himself. He looked down at the child. " He was a child of 7 years old. With one last look at the town, and the kids mother. Daner and the Luxus set off for Reno....
"MY BABY!!" The women was crying, and in the house a sharp cry peirced the air. Daner ran to the house, and took his wand out. He was magically almost drained, from the spell he had just performed. He stook his wand out, directing it at the house,
"WAVAGA!" he shouted, a flood of water blasted out from the end of Daners wand. Daner ran into the burning house. The flames were now returning, and it was getting extremly hot. Daner followed his Mana Energy, to find the missing infant. He came to a small room, and the kid was lying there, screaming. Daner jolted through the flames, and picked up the kid. He looked around. Then he saw it. A small barrel labelled Liquid Gas was on the floor, leaking.
"Megabloks!!!" Daner shouted, it did not mattter about him, but the kid! He tried to cast a protective spell, but his Mana Energy had ran out, he could not cast any more spells, until he rested. The house was now a blazing inferno. It was only a matter of time before the whole house would explode. Daner looked at the kid,
A young life.... Daner thought. He looked at the door. There was no way out. Daner felt so helpless. He glanced at the liquid gas again, and then looked at the flames, it was gonna be only 2 minutes until the flames would meet with the gas, and explode. He had to protect the kid! He delicatley layed the kid to the floor, and covered his own body over the kids, if anything would work, this would. When there was the explosion, the impact would hit Daner, instead of the kid, and the kid would live. He had to sacrifice his self.
Then it happened. The gas and the flames met, and resulted in a violent screech, and then the explosion. Daner braced himself for the blast. He had to save the kid. The blast happend. The impact of the blast shook the whole of the area. It ripped apart the wall, blasting it into oblivion. Daner looked up, and saw the main explosion, it destroyed the whole side of the house, and then, it hit Daner. Daner held the baby in his hands. the explosion destroyed the house, and sent daner flying, with the kid in his hands. The house exploded for the last time, and it collapsed in a heap of rubble. Daner was now falling through the sky with the kid in his hands. He was now falling to the ground, he held the kid high, so that the kid would have a soft landing. Daner fell to the floor, and the kid was ok!
Daner stood, and ran to the kids mother. Shje was on the floor, and blood trickled from underneath her hair.
"Please..... Take..... Luxus..... to..... Ren... Reno...." The mother said, and with a last breath the parents eyes fell shut, and they would not ever open again.
Reno... Reno! This Reno has the pendants!! I need to find him! And i need to take this Luxus to Reno!" Daner thought to himself. He looked down at the child. " He was a child of 7 years old. With one last look at the town, and the kids mother. Daner and the Luxus set off for Reno....
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Grid:H-12 Location: Black Knights Border
RADJAR and the men looked out over the mountainous terrain from the snow capped cliff they stood on. The Great Shukizi, or range, as the Ninjas called it, Nordorok, or Badlands, to the Forestmen. The group could see the entire surrounding lands, red wastes to the north, marshy wetlands to the west, endless savannah to the south and greyish mountains to the east.
"Where do we go now?" asked Firar.
Geth consulted his compass.
"North is our best bet. The Dragons were friends with your father, Radjar, so they should be hospitable. The Black Knights are friendly but i doubt we'll find much comfort with the troops there. Your choice though, Rad."
"I suppose we should go through Black Knight land. There's mercenaries aplenty to be had there, and the route through the Kabar Pass is safer than up the Shukizi."
"The boy is right, Geth. The Dragons are at war anyways, and bandits swarm the Shukizi." commented Larn.
"Okay, we go through the Knight's land. Pack up! We sleep at the base of the mountain tonight!"
On Dragon Isle the messenger called Hadadar was departing for the Black Knights islands. It had been an overall dissapointment.
RADJAR and the men looked out over the mountainous terrain from the snow capped cliff they stood on. The Great Shukizi, or range, as the Ninjas called it, Nordorok, or Badlands, to the Forestmen. The group could see the entire surrounding lands, red wastes to the north, marshy wetlands to the west, endless savannah to the south and greyish mountains to the east.
"Where do we go now?" asked Firar.
Geth consulted his compass.
"North is our best bet. The Dragons were friends with your father, Radjar, so they should be hospitable. The Black Knights are friendly but i doubt we'll find much comfort with the troops there. Your choice though, Rad."
"I suppose we should go through Black Knight land. There's mercenaries aplenty to be had there, and the route through the Kabar Pass is safer than up the Shukizi."
"The boy is right, Geth. The Dragons are at war anyways, and bandits swarm the Shukizi." commented Larn.
"Okay, we go through the Knight's land. Pack up! We sleep at the base of the mountain tonight!"
On Dragon Isle the messenger called Hadadar was departing for the Black Knights islands. It had been an overall dissapointment.
"Alright Kif, let's show these freaks what a bloated, runaway military budget can do"
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Location: Black Knights Port
The voyage had been long and uneventful. Before Bjarn knew it, the Mon Caliar Port was in sight and the ship was soon docked. The gentleman who had let them onboard shook each of their hands and said "Farewell gentlemen, may the wind always be at your back." Coins jingled merrily as he left them to over see the unloading of goods.
Bjarn, Willem and Graygon soon came upon an inn and they entered. After a large meal, the three remaining misfits went upstairs for a long and much needed rest.
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Bjarn woke. It was near morning. Stretching and yawning, he splashed chilly water on his face and dressed. Laying a few coin on the table for payment, Bjarn gathered his many weapons and exited his room. Quiet as a mouse, Bjarn slipped into Willem's room and laid a small note near Willem's head.
Ten minutes later, Bjarn had melted into Mon Caliar.
Location: Black Knights Port
The voyage had been long and uneventful. Before Bjarn knew it, the Mon Caliar Port was in sight and the ship was soon docked. The gentleman who had let them onboard shook each of their hands and said "Farewell gentlemen, may the wind always be at your back." Coins jingled merrily as he left them to over see the unloading of goods.
Bjarn, Willem and Graygon soon came upon an inn and they entered. After a large meal, the three remaining misfits went upstairs for a long and much needed rest.
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Bjarn woke. It was near morning. Stretching and yawning, he splashed chilly water on his face and dressed. Laying a few coin on the table for payment, Bjarn gathered his many weapons and exited his room. Quiet as a mouse, Bjarn slipped into Willem's room and laid a small note near Willem's head.
Ten minutes later, Bjarn had melted into Mon Caliar.
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Location: Airflier
Drakko kept thinking where this ship is going to take them? It would probably be a more friendlier place than the KKII and Fright Knights.
"Hey Lord Barbod, still thinking of regaining your land and throne?" Drakko grinly asked.
"Ya! Always!" Lord Barbod answered, smirking.
"Well..You will need to think of something to defeat the Black Falcon King and his army," Drakko said.
Drakko thought about his homeland which he misses so much. He cant go back now as everybody in the Black Falcons are probably hunting for his head. Then he thought about Daner, an old wizard which Reno had heard of. Maybe he could help him seek the truth. Drakko approached Reno to ask about this wizard.
Location: Airflier
Drakko kept thinking where this ship is going to take them? It would probably be a more friendlier place than the KKII and Fright Knights.
"Hey Lord Barbod, still thinking of regaining your land and throne?" Drakko grinly asked.
"Ya! Always!" Lord Barbod answered, smirking.
"Well..You will need to think of something to defeat the Black Falcon King and his army," Drakko said.
Drakko thought about his homeland which he misses so much. He cant go back now as everybody in the Black Falcons are probably hunting for his head. Then he thought about Daner, an old wizard which Reno had heard of. Maybe he could help him seek the truth. Drakko approached Reno to ask about this wizard.
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Reno looked out into the ever moving away kk2 and Fright knight isles.
Drakko approached Reno. Reno looked up,
"Hello Drakko" Reno said pleasently, Reno glanced out of the window.
"Um, i was wondering, this wizard, Daner, i was seeking the truth about the falcon king." Drakko explained.
Reno looked out of the window.
"LOOK OUT!!" He shouted, as he dragged Drakko to the floor. A magical blast tore through the cabin wall, and out of the other side. Reno drew his sword, and looked out into the night sky. at least 15 Fright Knights, all in windships, or on dragons, were ripping through thge night sky with terrifying speed. AS breeze of wind brushed through Renos hair.
"Hold on people!!" Shing shouted. But before he could do anything, a volley of arrows, magical blasts, and dragon falmes, cut through the tail of the flier, it met no resistence. The airflier tokk a horrible spin, Barbod began throwing spears from the flier, impaling all that stood in the spears way. Another magical beam was blasted from the biggest windship, and this time, it met its target.
A beam burst before Renos eyes, and then it hit him, in the cheast, causing Reno to be lifted from the flier and knocked across, and out of the gauping hole in the wall. Reno struck up his hands, and managed to save himself, he hung onto the wing of the airflier. Aros rushed over to the hole.
"RENO!! Hold on!!" Aros screamed, but then, a blast hit the roof of the flier, causing the whole flier to be rocked. Aros was flung out, and collided with Reno. Barbod was knocked to his backside, and Drakko fell into Barbod. The collision betweenj the two brothers was bad. Aros was knocked into the hanging on for his life, Reno, and the two were thrown into the night sky. "We are close to Ninja land... through he night sky...
Meanwhile back on the airflier, Drakko and Barbod stood, and looked out of the hole,
"RENO AROS!!!" Drakko shouted into the sky.
"Shing, turn around!!" Barbod screamed,
"The controls are not responding! I have no option! Prepare yourself for a crash landing! WQe should be able to land somewhere near crusader land..." Shing shouted back[/i]
Drakko approached Reno. Reno looked up,
"Hello Drakko" Reno said pleasently, Reno glanced out of the window.
"Um, i was wondering, this wizard, Daner, i was seeking the truth about the falcon king." Drakko explained.
Reno looked out of the window.
"LOOK OUT!!" He shouted, as he dragged Drakko to the floor. A magical blast tore through the cabin wall, and out of the other side. Reno drew his sword, and looked out into the night sky. at least 15 Fright Knights, all in windships, or on dragons, were ripping through thge night sky with terrifying speed. AS breeze of wind brushed through Renos hair.
"Hold on people!!" Shing shouted. But before he could do anything, a volley of arrows, magical blasts, and dragon falmes, cut through the tail of the flier, it met no resistence. The airflier tokk a horrible spin, Barbod began throwing spears from the flier, impaling all that stood in the spears way. Another magical beam was blasted from the biggest windship, and this time, it met its target.
A beam burst before Renos eyes, and then it hit him, in the cheast, causing Reno to be lifted from the flier and knocked across, and out of the gauping hole in the wall. Reno struck up his hands, and managed to save himself, he hung onto the wing of the airflier. Aros rushed over to the hole.
"RENO!! Hold on!!" Aros screamed, but then, a blast hit the roof of the flier, causing the whole flier to be rocked. Aros was flung out, and collided with Reno. Barbod was knocked to his backside, and Drakko fell into Barbod. The collision betweenj the two brothers was bad. Aros was knocked into the hanging on for his life, Reno, and the two were thrown into the night sky. "We are close to Ninja land... through he night sky...
Meanwhile back on the airflier, Drakko and Barbod stood, and looked out of the hole,
"RENO AROS!!!" Drakko shouted into the sky.
"Shing, turn around!!" Barbod screamed,
"The controls are not responding! I have no option! Prepare yourself for a crash landing! WQe should be able to land somewhere near crusader land..." Shing shouted back[/i]
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Grid: H-14 Location: Outskirts of Mar Tache
IT had been a good sleep and a hearty breakfast for the Forester men. A bit of sprinting and walking took them near the Black Knights stronghold of Mar Tache, a great city that swarmed with bustling smugglers, pirates, mercenaries, and all types of scum. It was evident they would not stay there long; They had a mission to complete and were headed north. They rode up to the gates, and Radjar yelled to the keymaster. "Open the gate," he said. The portcullis creaked up. Inside the main street was bustling. People came to and fro, rushing about.
"Where do we find the men?" asked Hade, the warrior of the group.
"We'll check the Cavalier Barracks," replied Geth, "The rest of you go to the slayer keep," he ordered.
Radjar complied and took most of the men with him. The Cavaliers, the Classic Emperor's personal guard, where more likely to join then the Black knight chancellor's own Dragon Slayers. Still, they needed all the help they could get.
Firar led the way to the barracks. Larn opened the door.
"Curse our bad luck," sighed Geth.
The Wolfpack troops inside dragged the two forestmen onto a table.
"Stinking Dark Forest best-locks," grumbled one.
"What the megabloks are you bandits doing here?" came Larn's reply.
"We thought the treasures of the Cavalier Guard would suit us, so we decided to drop in." The Wolfpack leader motioned towards the bloody corpse of the Cavalier captain.
"I should've known such treachery from a megablok like you, Defoe Grimtongue." said Larn.
"It's actually not treachery," replied Defoe, "When you've captured Fallmir Kath's right-hand man!"
"It is when he's claiming exile," snarled Geth.
Defoe, a Wolfpack raider who had fought against Larn, ripped the poison-tipped dagger from it's sheath. Larn heard his mangled breathing. He waited for the right time, and...
Larn and Geth ripped free of their captors, throwing them into the table, which broke into two peices. Defoe threw his poison dagger. It landed btween the two. But they didn't see the Wolfpack archers that had their arrows strung back. The shafts flew straight for them. Geth fell dead, the arrows digging into his chest. Larn was pinned to the wall by the arrows. Defoe walked toward him, weilding his dagger.
"It is time to settle this fued once and for all."
IT had been a good sleep and a hearty breakfast for the Forester men. A bit of sprinting and walking took them near the Black Knights stronghold of Mar Tache, a great city that swarmed with bustling smugglers, pirates, mercenaries, and all types of scum. It was evident they would not stay there long; They had a mission to complete and were headed north. They rode up to the gates, and Radjar yelled to the keymaster. "Open the gate," he said. The portcullis creaked up. Inside the main street was bustling. People came to and fro, rushing about.
"Where do we find the men?" asked Hade, the warrior of the group.
"We'll check the Cavalier Barracks," replied Geth, "The rest of you go to the slayer keep," he ordered.
Radjar complied and took most of the men with him. The Cavaliers, the Classic Emperor's personal guard, where more likely to join then the Black knight chancellor's own Dragon Slayers. Still, they needed all the help they could get.
Firar led the way to the barracks. Larn opened the door.
"Curse our bad luck," sighed Geth.
The Wolfpack troops inside dragged the two forestmen onto a table.
"Stinking Dark Forest best-locks," grumbled one.
"What the megabloks are you bandits doing here?" came Larn's reply.
"We thought the treasures of the Cavalier Guard would suit us, so we decided to drop in." The Wolfpack leader motioned towards the bloody corpse of the Cavalier captain.
"I should've known such treachery from a megablok like you, Defoe Grimtongue." said Larn.
"It's actually not treachery," replied Defoe, "When you've captured Fallmir Kath's right-hand man!"
"It is when he's claiming exile," snarled Geth.
Defoe, a Wolfpack raider who had fought against Larn, ripped the poison-tipped dagger from it's sheath. Larn heard his mangled breathing. He waited for the right time, and...
Larn and Geth ripped free of their captors, throwing them into the table, which broke into two peices. Defoe threw his poison dagger. It landed btween the two. But they didn't see the Wolfpack archers that had their arrows strung back. The shafts flew straight for them. Geth fell dead, the arrows digging into his chest. Larn was pinned to the wall by the arrows. Defoe walked toward him, weilding his dagger.
"It is time to settle this fued once and for all."
"Alright Kif, let's show these freaks what a bloated, runaway military budget can do"
Willem had heard Bjarn enter, leave the note, and exit.
Eh…. he thought, Might as well not say anything. Although he sounds more like a moose than a mouse.
Laughing silently at his own joke, Willem picked up and read the note.
Hmm…. Going out into the city. Doesn’t say why, though… he thought, Oh well, I needed to gather information and meet with a few contacts anyway. Should send some messages off.
Willem got up and clothed. Putting on his black cape and hood, he readied himself for departure.
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Willem departed from the inn well prepared for the underground life in the city. As he started out, he realized he had forgot to leave a message with Graygon.
Ah... No matter. He'll find the Wolf's Head Inn soon enough.
(SIDE NOTE: Just about every city in the known world has a Wolfpack seat of power, although some are obviously more prominent than the others. The Inns are always known to the Wolfpack as the Wolf's Head Inn, but they may have other names as part of the front behind the operation. For example, the Inn used here is known to the city as "The Dancing Goblet". These inns may cater to the upper, middle, or lower classes, whatever makes a better disguise and serves the Wolfpack's purposes better.)
Willem spotted a crusader guard and quickly ducked down a back alley. Finding the sewer grille, he left the surface and entered into the vast sewers of the city. This was, by no means, the first time he had done this, but it still would be an interesting trip...
(Right.
a. Sorry about not posting for a long time.
b. Sorry for the long Side Note.
c. Sorry for leaving myself on an edge here in the plot, but I can't really post much more now...
There.)
Eh…. he thought, Might as well not say anything. Although he sounds more like a moose than a mouse.
Laughing silently at his own joke, Willem picked up and read the note.
Hmm…. Going out into the city. Doesn’t say why, though… he thought, Oh well, I needed to gather information and meet with a few contacts anyway. Should send some messages off.
Willem got up and clothed. Putting on his black cape and hood, he readied himself for departure.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Willem departed from the inn well prepared for the underground life in the city. As he started out, he realized he had forgot to leave a message with Graygon.
Ah... No matter. He'll find the Wolf's Head Inn soon enough.
(SIDE NOTE: Just about every city in the known world has a Wolfpack seat of power, although some are obviously more prominent than the others. The Inns are always known to the Wolfpack as the Wolf's Head Inn, but they may have other names as part of the front behind the operation. For example, the Inn used here is known to the city as "The Dancing Goblet". These inns may cater to the upper, middle, or lower classes, whatever makes a better disguise and serves the Wolfpack's purposes better.)
Willem spotted a crusader guard and quickly ducked down a back alley. Finding the sewer grille, he left the surface and entered into the vast sewers of the city. This was, by no means, the first time he had done this, but it still would be an interesting trip...
(Right.
a. Sorry about not posting for a long time.
b. Sorry for the long Side Note.
c. Sorry for leaving myself on an edge here in the plot, but I can't really post much more now...
There.)