((I'm sorry if my grammar isn't the best, but I'm trying and willing to learn, so please do not judge too hard.))

Introduction:
I figured this RPG to work as a free form role play for everyone, and every character, no matter where he's from, or who he is.
The setting is a world full of magic, far away from all technology. Technical Stuff brought in won't work at all. Once you arrive here, you're stuck. There's no way out.
There seems to be nothing - except huge forests, blue rivers and seas, high mountains...
You'll never know, who you'll meet next, as several races and life forms even from far away worlds got trapped here before.

Races: All allowed!

Rules:
Not much, but some rules are necessary.
- This is meant to be a free RPG, so everybody may take part, humans as well as elves, orcs, alien races and even androids or such. (No applys are needet, just start playing and have fun!)
- There are several ways to enter this world. Either by dying in your old life, and just awakening in Mystic World, or by entering a portal or maybe just by wish. No matter how you get here, you'll never come back. This world is a one way journey, and once you arrived here, you have to struggle on your own. Nothing will be as it used to.
- Entering this world, you can appear everywhere. You might awake at a see, or find yourself lying in the shadows of a hugh tree, it doesn't really matter where you exit, unless you do exit.
- If there's anything you must say OOC and cannot hold it back, please be sure to keep it short, and type it under your current RP posting, marked with ((...)). For example:
((Hey dude, did you really have to be that nasty?))
But remember to avoid OOC as far as possible!
- There are no rules for fighting at all, as this is meant to be a free form RPG. If you wish to solve conflicts violently, stay fair, and always give your opponent the time to react! Don't use poweremotes. If you don't know how to describe a fight then just don't fight, or at least it's learning by doing. ^^
- Guess that's all so far, but as this is the first post, please refere to it, if you take part here. It may be changed for some rules, if it becomes necessary.

The beginning
((This is a short story about the world we'll play in, and in addition this might be the starting point for the first participant.))

By the time the sun sets once agein, and makes space for the rising moon, and glittering stars in the sky, the forest lies peaceful and calm. There's nothing to hear, except the slight movement of grass in the evening's soft wind, and the sound of the nearby sea. Soon the trees are covered by darkness, and shadows hide in darkest black. But within the shadows there's another movement. Almost unseen, but if you concentrate on the darkness, you might see the soft glow of two red eyes, rushing through the night.
They belong to a well-formed body, which doesn't seen to have any problems finding the way through the shadows. A crimson cloak coveres the back of that person, and long white hair floats down his shoulders.
It must be a long while, he's hunting through the forest, his movement both; silent and full of elegance, until he stops for no reason.
Really no reason, you might ask yourself. And while your eyes are stil searching the darkness for any hint, you'll notice some kind of light, coming from behind the next trees. The stranger too, seems to realize it, and a soft smile is shown on his lips. Before you could even say a sinlge word he walks on.
As you cross a small alley, you will know, where the light comes from. A lonesome house, all made of wood is standing in the middle of some trees, the door lighted up with a torch on each side.
In the unsteady light of those, you can look at the stranger a little further, if only for seconds. With skin as dark as the night itself, and pointed ears, you should finally know, what he is. A drow...
But what is a drow doing here at the surface? If you decide to follow him, you'll see the door open on its own, as he reaches it. This place must seem familliar, but even a little scary.
The darkelf steps in, and the door won't close unless you follow him, or decide to turn around and leave this place.
Inside the house it is warm and dry. A fire in the chimney is lighting up the room, as well as some candles, standing around burning. Everything seems well cleaned up, but in a special way also left.
Without turning back the drow takes off his cloak, just letting it fall onto the floor and walkes towards the table. No words are spoken, but the table seems to be made up for at least two people to have their evening meal here. The stranger smiles again, then nodds, turning to one of the several bookshelves.
Quickly, he takes one out. "Cronicles of Mystic World XII" the title is displaying. He sits down in a comfortable chair, leans back and opens the book on an empty page. If you'd watch over his shoulder, you will notice the words, appearing all out of nothing:

...until he decided to come back home, his way well known. He rushed through the dark, almost without producing any noise, just as he is used to. The gates opened for him, like they always do for everybody and he stepped in. With a short smile he noticed the table, beeing set up for dinner, before he turned to the shelf to take out his book. Leaning back in his seat, Daeron is reading the words, magically appearing in sight of his own red eyes, no more noticing the world around him. But this time he shouldn't be alone...

Suddenly Daeron closes the book, which is falling down on the floor with a rude sound, that seems unnormally loud for that kind of place. Quickly he's turning around, his eyes widened, and a cold shiver running down his neck. Narrowed red eyes, soft glowing in the room's twilight are staring into the shadows behind him. "Anybody here...?" He whisperes softly, his whole body freezing in tension.

- OOC: Okay, let's keep an order for our posts, otherwise two or more participants post at the same time. ^^

1. Kuschel-Drow
2. Tiberiu
3. TheVolture

If there are new people to join, they might just slip into the row, and I will put them in the list above.


Notes:
- changed order due to a quick response (updated 8/16/2006)


(( Oh just forgot: That's me, Daeron http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/7/00dae...lversiondl9.jpg ))

<OOC il join, this is me, Raistlin http://img200.imageshack.us/my.php?image=r...assface1tu4.png. Just for the enlightment, Raistlin is the greatest mage to have ever lived in the Dragonlance series of books. This will hopefully be my last ooc sorry again>

Unseen, Raistlin follows the misterios drow, for no logical reason at all. Him, solitary and cold as winter itself, decides to follow a complete stranger. He hides in a dark corner of the anormally peacefull room, and observes Daeron. The dark elf seems to have noticed his presence...

"Anybody here...?"

''You wear the shadowns well, dark elf. It would seem I saw something in you, something that made me follow you. My magic is great, so I warn you. What is this place? Where am I?''

Ok, I hate to be the voice of reason here (ok, no I don't), but you said "Technical Stuff brought in won't work at all. " And then you said "and even androids or such". So I guess every android's first and only post will be "*enters world* *dies*"? The two kind of contradict each other, as androids are vastly higher on the technology scale than the things most people worry about excluding from fantasy games. Or does that just mean I can use anything lower in tech level than an android?

And we'll just ignore the complete shattering of the laws of physics involved here. To make "technical stuff" not work, nothing else in the world would either. If my rifle doesn't work, your sword doesn't work.

((Argh... Peregrine, can't you do that per PM? As I named Androids as a race, they too have the meaning of a race in this world. E.g. even if they consist of pure technique, they live. What I meant that wouldn't work were things like notebooks, mobile phones and their networks, or maybe television. Clear now? It's just that you can play whatever you want.))

With a last glance at the dark corner, Daeron starts to smirk.
"Oh... And who told you, that my magic is worse? Who told you, that this place isn't even more magical than your own power?"
His voice is no more than a soft whisper when he gets up. Only two quick steps and he is able to face his opponent in the dancing shadows, the candles are producing.
"So... you were going to threat me, right boy?"
He smiles again, while letting a few secounds pass, until he goes on.
"But to be honest... I'm not in the mood for a fight. You might go, grab the book and find out for yourself. If you only dare, off course."
With an innocent look he just turns around again, taking the two steps back to his seat near the chimney to lean back, carefully watching Raistlin and the book.
It must be magical, at least it writes itself... The stories of every wanderer who might one day enter this house will be written down and stored here for further Visitors. You'll find your own story too. But that's not all...
He explains calmly, and if it wasn't really new to him.

Raistlin squirks. He pulls out his staff, the Staff of Magius. His lips start to move, as he prononces theese words.

Sharak!

Light now invades the peacefull room.

Heh. You are of no use to me dead, dark elf. I dont need a book to tell me my story. I was once called the master of present and past. That was... so very long ago. Before the... Nevermind.

The slight green light comming from the Staff of Magius illuminates Raislin's face. He gave everything for magic, his own lifeforce. In his strange yellow eyes, you could of sworn to have seen a deep tradgedy (w/e spelling).

I was in my laboratory. Studing an old book, older than the wordl itself. As I stumbled across one page, I got transported here... When I woke up, I saw you. Im far away from home. Your magic may be more powerfull than mine, but that doesnt matter. Nothing matters anymore...

Raistlin turns his hourglass eyes into the book Daeron was speaking of! That couldnt be! He though it was only a legend.

Is that...? It cant be... Raistlin rushes to the book like a kid to a cone of ice cream. As he passes next to Daeron, he looks into his eyes.

Do you know what I see in you? I see a man who never dies. Hmph. Everywhere I look, I see death. Flowers die in my sight, birds too, people, EVERYTHING ! But you, dark elf, you remain the same. I am cursed to see the life escape... Where am I? Does'nt matter now, does it! Hah... Now if you dont mind, il go... there, by the table.

His black robes touch the ground swiftly as he walks towards his target. Raistlin approaches the book, and picks it up. He opens on the first page, and the words magically appear to him.

...- Raist, dont!!!
''I dont need you anymore, brother! I am strong enougth now, get out of my way!''
'' Raist, you wear the black robes...''
I didnt need him anymore. I didnt need any of them anymore... I finally found it! They never trusted me. They dont even deserve to live. As his brother approaches, Raistlin the Corrupt launches a fireball, nearly killing his own brother. In his eyes...


"That was long ago... Heh" he turns to Daeron, who is sits in his chair. He carefully palces the book on the table, and says: Now what?

By the time the room is lightened, Daeron quickly covers his eyes, as light still hurts appearing all out of a sudden. He breathes deeply, then takes down his arm again.
"Don't do that again, Mage!"
He growls, twinkling as he familiarizes the light around him. When his eyes meet those of raistlin, for a short moment he remains still. There was something in it, but he couldn't tell what it might be. Several people, races and individuals he has met during the times he spent in that misterious world, but none of such interest than this obviousely human magician in front of him. A few secounds pass, until his voice sounds up ageain, calm and almost whispering.
"It doesn't matter who you have been, or who you are. All that matters, is what you will be here, wheather you'll survive this dream, or nightmare or whatever you may call it for yourself, or get stuck in boredom."
When Raistlin starts to explain how he came to this world, Daeron is looking at him directly, but without saying a word. Another while passes, then he stands up, still observing the mage, who rushes to the book.
Trying to get what it is writing about him, he stll listens to Raistlins words, sightly confused by now.
"What the hell are you talking about? What does that mean? Look, I'm only a fighter. To be honest, I know less about magic than supposely everyone else in this damned world. If there's anything that I should know, then tell me, but not in riddles, I beg you..."
His last sentence might sound a little ironical, but he doesn't mind at all. With all manageable tranquillity he now turns towards the table, a light smile spreading on his lips.
"I suggest we'd have our dinner, just to rest a bit, while I try to explain the whole thing to you. I don't know much, but at least a little, enough to handle this situation. Oh and - if lunch doesen't fit to you, just wish you had another, you'll get whatever you want, believe me. What about a cup of hot tea, since it's cold outside?"
His words are not fully spoken, when a steamy cup of well smellig tea appears on the table, just beneath the chair he then sits down on.
"Nothing is impossible here. Just make sure you're careful with your wishes."
He mumbles with a grin, while reaching for his cup and waiting for Raistlin to take a seat.

outside, on the front porch. a portal opens, filled with fire and magic. as there is a sound of a thunder clap, a warrior stumbles out. the man fell to his knees, his hands drenched in blood. the man was clad in crimson armor, his sheild bearing a symbol similar to an unfinished A. His eyes were filled with dancing, black magic. He pulled an arrow from his side, and his wound disappeared. He stood, black magic crackling on his finger tips. he eyed his new enviroment. took two strides toward the door.


What magic is this?.... answer me u fools or suffer my wrath!!


he looked cautiously at the 2 people in front at him. his hand had changed into a black tendril, ready to lash out at any moment.

Raistlin realeses one of his most back-chilling evil laughters ever.

- Tea? Il pass. You do have things to tell me, dark elf. I wish to know who is responsible for this, for I wish to end it, or at least, find a meaning to it. Let us sit down shall we?

The mage and the fighter both have a seat, and as they get ready to speak, a portal oppens just outside the porch of the door, and a man in armor comes out. He looks confused, and Raistlin can tell he has some aptitudes in magic... Perhaps he could be of use.

''What magic is this?.... answer me u fools or suffer my wrath!!''''

''Is that the best you can do? Dont treathen me, worm. Belive me, you are not one tenth as pissed off as I am. I can see... the life... flowing away from your body. You are still mortal. I dont belive you will last long with that wound, casting a spell would simply fatigue you. ''

Raistlin casts a protective magic shield:

''Mrov 'kas!

Cast your little trick at me and it will backfire. The dark elf is... of use for me, so dont attempts anything either. Now I want answers now. And you might want to tell us what your story is, warrior. If revenge you seek, to the bad place you came.''

Raistlin has a seat, as if nothing of this ever happened.

You might also want to tell me your story, why am I here, and perhaps... your name, Dark Elf. Raistlin was keeping it to himself, but something in Daeron has caught his attention. With his hourglass eyes, he was literally scanning every centimeter of the drow's soul.

''Hmmm... Potential.''

With an amused smile, Daeron lifts his cup to drink a bit first. Nothing he could tell the mage would probably do anything to cheer him up, on contrary, he'd just be more upset than ever. With that thought the dark elf just giggles, then puts down his cup of tea again to lean back relaxed, as if everything would be fine.
"Hey, c'mon, calm down a little bit. You should get used to this place, as you'll never leave it again."
He points with a grin, his eyes not drifting off the appearance of the mage. When the strange dark magic fighter enters the room, he only gives it a sigh.
"I always wonder how people can get that terribly agressive, just because of things, they do not understand. Either you'll stop threaten us, or you'll be the one to lose anyway."
He addresses the stranger while stil observing Raistlin casting his spell. So many drow mages he'd seen by now, most of them just as self-assured and arrogant than this human mage tends to be, but with the fact that they knew what they were capable of. Raistlin would first have to prove his power. But he doesn't seem to show any fear, and that is, what makes him only intresting the more. All human he knew would run off a drow for sure, at least until they discover his true behaviour.
"Very well stranger, listen to the mage's words, and if that doesn't appear enough to you, I stil have my blades. I suppose you can imagine that I know how to use them, as I practised it for a lifetime now, an even longer. Your magic won't even harm me the way it would do to him."
Pointing at Raistlin he finally keeps stil for a while. Although he doesn't know who the one is, that shortly stepped in, he also keeps sitting, regarding the mage to simply do the same.
"My name is Daeron..."
He then continues, stil watching the stranger standing at the door.
"And if our friend finally decides to take a seat too, or at least silences a little bit, I might be able to tell you what I know about this world, especially this kind of guest house we're currently in. There's much you need to know, and some stuff which would make life easier here. But with all that interupting..."
Crossing his arms Daeron shakes his head. It isn't new to him that some creatures only tend to be dangerous, mostly for the reason of incomprehension, but one gets used to this kind of situation after a while.

the warriors hand regains its original shape, his black, cold eyes turn into crystal blue ones. He takes of his battered helmet, and places it on a nearby table. he starts to talk, then pauses reminded of his wound.


I am Falcath, General and Grandmaster of the Spartacanus Guild. I was, only moments ago fighting for my life. The enemies, the Syphus Guild. judging by your looks, u kno nothing of what im talking about.


the warrior, changed into a kind- hearted gentlemen. He leaned on a nearby wall, magic surged thru his hands, his wound disappeared. He looked up at the 2 beings in front of him, he had never seen anything like them both, judging from the ones staff and robes, he was a powerful mage, as was he. The other a swift fighter, as was he. He relaxed, and became strangeley comfortable in the company of these "freaks"


Well, now that we have met, would u be so kind as to explain to me as to where the hell i am!

Hmph.

Raistlin cold yellow hourglass eyes turn to Daeron. He, as well as Falcath, was awaiting an explanation.

"All right then... I guess it's time for me to tell you the truth about this place..."
Daeron speaks up with a calm voice, for a moment watching the stranger's changing. Nothing to be worried about though, so he rests his head on an elbow, finally beginning to explain:
"You know how you both got here. There doesn't have to be a reason. Me for myself. I simply ran into an unknown forest to appear here. And as I said before, you will never be able to go back. We're all kinda trapped in this place, and some people even say this might be the world of all dead. Heaven or hell, you have to find out for yourself, but as you might die here too, I don't think that this is the right compare. In fact, this world holds more you could ever imagine. That little 'trick' with the tea would work with anything else too, but only in this house. So that's why I told you to be careful with your wishes.
Oh and always stay on guard, you'll never know who you might encounter."
For a moment he remains stil, watching the reactions of his new fellows.
"And one last thing, stay away from the sea, as there lives a huge monster, that doesn't like to be interrupted in whatever it does. If you need water, get it here. I mean... you could always try to kill it, but up until now, nobody actually dared to."
He then adds with a grin, leaning back again with his eyes closed.
"If there's anything else you'd like to know, don't mind to ask."


((Added an order to the first post, please check it out. ^^))

silence fell upon the room, the thing that called itself Daeron, seemed to be looking for the words. Falcath got impatient. He pulled out his sword, seeing both of them leap on defense. He let out a laugh as he started to clean it.


TODAY! would be nice, I hav to get back to my army. and u seem to be the 1 that could tell me how i get out of here


Falcath, caught a smile on the mage, Falcath threw his sword, piercing a nearby orange. Falcath retrieved his sword and his prize. eating as he continued cleaning his sword.

Then neither of you are of any use for me, are you? Hmph. Very well, if for eternity I am to be stuck here, might as well go study this world. Im sure you have a book that could teach me something in this library.

Raistlin approaches the bookself and starts looking for answers. For him, the two individuals dont even exist anymore.

He finds a book and places it on the table. He observes the warrior, who is eating an orange out of his sword. How barbaric. The dark elf is where he was, with the same narrowed look on his face.

Just as he expected, the characters in the book where not in basic language. His lips move, yet no sound gets out. Blue light flies from his fingertips and hits the book, resulting in a huge explosions of colors. The letters change in an ancient arcane language used by mages several thousands years ago. Daeron seems to be disturbed by the light.

I thoug I told you not to repeat that!

Raistlin simply ignores him. He takes a seat. His greed for power and knolegde has got the best of him. He
begins studing a book of geography of what seems to be this "mystical land".

A few minutes later, something seems to have caught Raistlin's attetion.

Daeron, what is this? In this book there is mention of an artifact of great power hidden here, in the north, by the sea. A spellbook. Wait. There are more. It also says that 3 great swords where once forged on this very same land, but something happened...

Falcath turned his eyes away from the orange and came by Raistlin, looking over his shoulder.

((Very good idea Tiberiu, you took mine up and made it even better! Oh and I just figured out a red line, meaning that I do already have a plot for this whole thing, but stil, any new idea that would make it more long lasting and add even more tension to it is highly appreciated. ^^))

With a deep sigh Daeron covers his eyes again.
"I thought I told you not to repeat this!"
He bursts out, simply overhearing Raistlins last comment. He would see how far he'll get on his own. It's not that the dark elf thinks himself a good aid, but anyways, someone to acompany another individual in this world is better than nothing, and he'll get used to appreciate that by the time he'll accept his new situation.
When the mage ignores him, he gets little upset, finally standing up.
"You..."
He makes effort to say something, but then is interrupted by Raistlin, pointing at the book.

"Daeron, what is this? In this book there is mention of an artifact of great power hidden here, in the north, by the sea. A spellbook. Wait. There are more. It also says that 3 great swords where once forged on this very same land, but something happened..."

Another sigh, before he follows Falcath placing himself right behind the mage to lean over his shoulder, now watching the book too. Obviousely, the sighns shown up on the pages make no sense to him, but Raistlins words were enough anyway.
"Mhm... I thought we're of no use to you?"
he asks first, willing to draw the whole thing into the length for a little fun. Slowly he strokes aside a single strand of his long white hair, to uncover one of his pointed ears. There truly is an old legend, although nobody ever thought it might be true, or even took the adventure to find out.
"Maybe I should tell you..."
Daeron finally murmures thoughtfully, changing a quick view with Falcath at his side. It would not be good to upset him again, he figures out, and therefore he walks back to his chair to sit down again.
"There is a long forgotten legend, that tells about this artefacts indeed."
He begins slowly, trying to remember what he has been told years ago.
"As you might imagine, I've spend half my life in this world. One day I just ran into an elf who knew a lot of intresting stories about this place, as he was born here. Unfortunately I've never seen him again, maybe he was the first trying to find out the truth and who'd have to pay with his life. Anyway, one of his tales said something about the 3 elemantal blades, which would only unseal their power in combination to the secret book of earth. The mighty blade of fire, the mighty blade of ice and the mighty blade of lightening were supposed to be found in a fortress on a secret isle in the middle of the sea."
Daeron pauses, breathing out deeply. Then without him saying a word, a bowl full of juicy fruits appears in front of him. With a light grin he reaches for an apple, starting to eat in all serenity.
"Oh almost forgot... remember the kind of sea serpent I told you about before? I don't think it would be pleased if anybody tried to cross his lair by boat or just swimming."
He points out laughing after a while, his mouth stil filled with peaces of his apple.
After he calmed down again and finished eating the fruit he sets up a thoughtful face.
"Wait, there's more..."
He seems to remember, closing his eyes for short.
It is said that only the legendary knights of moonlight may be able to unleash the real power of those artefacts, as the secret book of earth is written in a strange, long forgotten language and letters. It must be one's destiny to find those blades and the book. The ones predestined to wear these blades will know what the book says once they look at the pages, even if the letters appear unreadable to them. I guess it would be a great risk to go and check it out on our own, wouldn't it? But also, I have the strange feeling that you'll go and seek for the artefacts no matter what... I cannot hold any of you back, hum?"
He first looks into the eyes of the mage, then turns to Falcath. Really, it appears that they'd be willing to take the chance for adventure, and at least Daeron wouldn't stay behind, if they'd decide to begin their seek. Maybe nothing of this is true, he didn't hear anything about those weird knights of moonlight at all, and even if it was true, none of them would belong to them, or would they? He doesn't know, but what if? The dark elf shakes his head again, letting out a gentle giggle. On the other hand, stil there's that monster, supposingly just guarding the isle, which is always hidden by the fog which appears in the far above the sea. Well, he'll find out anyway, so why worry now? Remaining stil, he awaits the reaction of his new companions.

Falcath, after hearing of this "legend", walks of. He looks out the door. He turns exchanging glances with both of his "companions".

Well, as long as i get to kill something, and feel its blood on my hands. I dont care what we do.


He lets out a triumpant laugh. He quickly turns dead serious. his face completely emotionless.


But, my equipment is battered and must be repaired, and as hard as it is for me to admit... I am tired, and must rest. I will set of on this adventure, in 3 days, whether any of u choose to join me is up to u. You all could prove useful, im sure....somehow


his words were true. he didnt kno these people very well, but he knew they were powerful. It would be nice to see exactly how powerful they were. Even if they bcame sheilds, against whatever was awaiting them, would be usefull enough.

Falcath sat down and started polishing his sheild, fixing the dents in it with a hammer he produced from his pocket. He was ignoring the others now, for he couldn't care less for their answers.

I couldnt care less what you will do. I will need time as well... Study this book I have to. Very well. We will met back here in 3 days.

Raistlin casts a spell and he vanishes from the view of his companions.

He sure is in a hurry.
Tell me about it.

Raistlin materialises himself in a grand tower, existing only to those who truly wish to see it. Its an anciant place, where high-mages go to, after fullfilling their studies and passing a quite dangerous Test. It would seem he is not alone in this tower. Doesnt matter, this is neutral ground, conflict between mages cant take place. His spell exhausted the last of his remaining energy. He must rest. Hmph, he laughts, in his dark room, of this weakness all mages share. Powerfull spells cost him more energy. Exhausting all his energy would mean but death. He closes his yellow eyes, and rests his head on the desk, the mystical book on his lap, as the dark mage falls asleep, for the first time in so very long. Its only a matter of time now.

"Phew..."
While watching Falcath repairing his equipment, Daeron remains where he was sitting. He knows this place well, too well for his taste. When Raistlin casts that spell, to just dissappear, he sighs again.
"You're both not exactly the company one could wish for, you know?"
He addresses Falcath directly then, although he doesn't really await an answer, as the fighter seems to ignore him.
"All right then... You should know, that if this legend is true, there will be no way to finish the quest alone."
Pointing out this, he crosses his arms, leaning forward, so that he could rest his head upon his arms.
"Anyway... I'll follow... but don't expect me risking my life to protect yours, as long as you... hah! Forget about it... I'll follow, this must do."

3 days passed quickly. Falcath rose from his bed in full armor. He was always in it, for a reason noone will ever find out. He equipped his sword belt, and ran out the door, passing Daeron on the way by. for the past 2 days he had been training day and night. On his morning "battle" run, he was thinking. What did await him? where are the Knights of the Moonlight? his questions continued, as he jumped, and dodged the traps he had set up. He ran up a tree, to see the view. nothing but forest, it was forest for at least 20 miles, in every direction, the exception being the clearing, where Daeron's "cabin" was. He hopped from tree to tree. and leaped, landing in a crouched position directly bfore the steps. as he walked in he saw Daeron, ready with his sword, and a full bag of equipment on his back. Falcath travelled light, he, his armor, and his sword, was all he ever travelled with, food he could hunt. He walked over, and picked up his sheild, he was set. The mage had yet to show, they gave up waiting, and walked out the front door, only to find him waiting with a frown on his face. He had been waiting for us, he thought as he walked past him.


We're all set I see, lets get going, we have a lot of ground to cover.


he looked behind him, seeing the others follow him, obviously unhappy that he elected himself as the leader. He was a General, he was a leader...was.

((OOC il add some pictures in later post to make my Raistlin more alive ))

Raistlin woke up, in his tower of high sorcelly. he had sleep for how long? He cant tell. The sun is rising. He had slept all night. Good. He opened his book, and started reading. He didnt left that place until very late at night, when someone knocks at the door.

''We have a newcommer, now dont we?''

In front of Raistlin lies a mage whose robes are dark as the night, and his eyes are red as fire. A dark elf.

''What are you doing here, in my towe... NO! It cant be... Arch-Mage Raist... Rais.. Raistlin! ''

Ah. Yes I remember you, Disk. I always wondered where that spell sent you. Guessed I found out, traitoros scum. How dare you appear in my sight!

''Im sorry, my master.. Im sorry, my.. Wait a minute. I dont need to obey to you, Raistlin!''

To challange a dark mage with his energy at maximum, during the night, where the moon has its place in the sky and fills him with more magical energy, is a terrible mistake.


Fool.

In a split second, a fireball of the size of a house is released from Raistlins fingers, taking away half the tower with it. Disk is reduced to ashes.

Raistlin has a seat and begins his lecture. Several hours later, he notices something wich catches his attention.

Well Well Well... Hahahahaa... How amusing. Yes....

Two more days pass and he teleports himself back to where his ''companions' are waiting for him. He appears there to find the room empty. Several minutes later, the duo arrives.

We're all set I see, lets get going, we have a lot of ground to cover.

Raistlin thinks... Yes this is perfect, warrior. Take the lead, take it. Hahahahahahaa...

Loathly, Daeron follows the two of them, keeping quiet while they take the uneven path that will lead to the see, just carrying the most necessary. He has always hated to obey to others, especially without being asked before. And now this warrior just takes the lead. Fine then, should he... But he mustn't think that it would stay like that all along the way. As for himself, he could imagine anything better than to obey to this guy. But as long as he remained quiet, should he think what he wanted to, the dark elf doesn't care.
"We'll probably have to walk on all day, and that's counted without resting."
He explains softly after a while, watching the hardly changing environment. Hard to hold ones thoughts together anyways... With a sigh he strokes back a strand of his white hair, then stops for no reason.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, heading to the sea totally unprepaired! Shouldn't we first make a plan? I know for sure that there is that sea-serpent thing, and believe me, it is big enough to swallow all of us together in one peace!"
Daeron shakes his head. How could they survive that long? They'd run into their sure death if they'd just continue. Was he the only one to think everything over and make plans?
"I guess you would appreciate your life lasting a little longer but only today?"
Trying to catch their looks, he crosses his arms.

(( OOC : sorry about order, but this is just a fast reply to your post, Kuschel))

I for one, do value my life. Dont think I came umprepared, 3 days reading a book can teach one things. Trust me, if there is a serpent monster, I know of a weakness. The spell will probally exhaust me, so it shall be up to you two to finish it.

Raistlin eyes his companions one by one. He placed his right hand in his robes, as he got a potion out.

Stare into my eyes, Warrior.

Good Falcath, now drink this.

Falcath, was seized by powerful magic, he saw himself, but couldn't control himself. He fought the magic, the mage had underestimated him. Falcath broke out of his trance, his hand rose, a tendril shot out of his hand, faster than anyone could blink. The tendril was wrapped tightly around the mages neck, slowly choking the mage. He knew it would not hold him for long, so he spoke.


What do u think ur doing mage?, what has bcome of u?, what forces r controlling u? explain urself NOW!
Falcath dropped his sheild, and raised his right arm, magic surging thru it, lightning dancing on his fingertips.


I am not entirely what u think i am mage, or should i say Raistlin! my magic knows no bounds, i do not get weak, for i am the magical matrix. kill me if u like but i will come back, more powerful than before.

he laughed. then looked at Daeron, he was looking for something to do, but there was nothing he could do but watch. knowing his point had got thru, he released the mage his arm still eratical with lightning.


Now speak, explain urself, speak ur last words if i do not like what u say.

(( Ehm... before I forget, that picture looks nice / order updated! / Added a note section too. ))


Without hesitation Daeron drops his things, for he had been watching both of them long enough.
His red eyes start to glow dangerously, a sign of sudden anger. Slowly he walks up to what he had to accept as some kind of companions, at the same time drawing his swords. Those are two slender rapier-like longswords, obviousely made by elves. He lifts the blades, his eyes narrowed, stil observing both contrahents critically.
"If you do not wish for me to chip in, then stop that... NOW!"
He bursts out, his voice sharp like his own weapons. What the hell are they doing? Isn't there any way to keep this maniac from acting like that all the time? He might think of himself to be something better, but he's not... Growling Daeron lifts his blades even higher, one of them ready to block.
"Now, get apart! It's enough! If we go on like that, we'll probably die before the sun sets today! I warn each of you, don't make me interfere! Oh and one more thing... If you won't be able to once behave mature, you can do this on your own. But don't expect me to cry for you, if you meet death. And remember that neither of you knows this damned world as I do!"
With another deep sigh he awaits the next things to happen, every muscle tightened in tension. So if all they wanted was a fight, at least he could fullfil their wish, but all within his own rules.

((OOC: Roleplaying Raistlin is hard. And Vulture, try not to play with an invicible overpowered bastard either. Its either your a really good mage, or a really good fighter, or a mixed up hybrid. Choose now, cant be both. And if you die, well, you die. And if you want to use magic, yes you will deplenish magicka (energy), like everyone alse, to keep this as fair as possible. Thank you.))

As Falcath releases Raistlin, he falls to the ground, and starts laughting.

Fool! Humans can be so idiot sometimes, hahahaha...

Raistlin realeases a series of coughts and laughters, surprising everyone.

You dont trust me. Ha! Why should I explain myself to you? You have dug your own tomb, human! That potion, is the antitode of the poison I applied on you! I didint trust you, and yet, foolish you where. HA! Remember that orange you ate, 3 days ago? I had to make sure you where on my side... So I cast a spell on it,seen and suspected by no one! Who do you think I am? I was one the arch-mage of the black robes, also know as dark mages! That potion... can save your life!

Falcaths expression changes, from anger to surprise, then anger again.

It also contains.. other ingrediants, for the battle to come. Do you at least know what we are going to face? Fool.

Raistlin tosses the potion at Falcath who grabs it in thin air.

You have a choice. Drink it, or die.

What spell did you cast at me then?

Spell? I didnt cast no spell on you.. I have that effect on people. Dont count on my generosity. Who do I work for? *Laughts* My ambition is far wider than that. In around 6 hours, you will die of a most horrible death. Your skin wil burn, and your muscles will melt away, although all important organs will remain intact, for one hour, of deep suffering. Then they will fail, one... by.... ONE! Drink the potion now... Or should I say... The antidote? No ammount of natural desease resisntance can save you. You will have to trust me on this one. You wont like the other effects, I belive Daeron will hate it more than you though. But I swear to you, it is nothing that you have to fear. It might accually help you in the future. I shall tell you later, for now we must press.

Raistlin cleans his dark robes, and turns to Daeron, who is ready to attack.

Ah! Hello there! Let us get moving, Daeron. We wasted enougth time with this pointless debate.

He starts walking in Daerons dirrection when suddenly he turns to Falcath.

I almost forgot...

He casts a spell at Falcath. Five beams of light hit his chest, slightly burning him, although leaving a scar forever.

You will wear the mark of shame for eternity. You will wear that scar for the rest of your life, reminding you not to mingle with a dark mage! Dont worry, I already performed that trick on one of my apprentices... He lived. You will thank me later for the potion.*laughts*

Wait, dont!

Raistlin walks by Daeron into the forest, and unaware, stepts into a trap. A cord is realeased, and a huge log falls from high above the trees, treathing to crush Raistlin any second.
''Time to see how far they are prepared to go, theese companions of mine, how much they trust each other, Raistlin thinks. Placing my life in the hands of complete strangers. I might really be as crazy as everybody thinks I am.''


(( Bad guy Text has been deleted, sorry kuschel, it didnt sound as impressing with a book instead of sword lol, gonna have to improvize the assassins. I have the text saved in a notepad if there is something that you would like of it ))

(sorry Tiberiu, i was goin for the really powerful guy, with a big weakness, his know a fighter, his only spells the tendril, and lightning attack)



Falcath, was ashamed of his actions. he had let his suspicion get the better of him. he had been betrayed too many times bfore. After scarring him for life, the mage walked off, then after Daeron spoke, logs fell from above. Thoughts raced thru Falcath's head, he needed the mage, for the battle, and the potion on his belt. He started to run, and picked up his sheild. He threw it, contacting with 3 of the 5 logs, deflecting away from the mage. He ran faster and faster, barely getting there. Falcath stood there, holding up a log with his hands, the other teetering from side to side on top. He turned to the mage.


Get away, if u value ur life, i can not hold this for long.

Just as the mage got out of the danger zone, falcath collapsed under the weight of the massive logs. He let a groan of pain as one of his knees popped out, causing him great pain. he lied there, with a log on top of him, groaning in pain, his eyes started to water, but he did not cry, he would not let his "companions" see him cry. Just as he had given up hope, Daeron came and rolled the log of him. The bastard was stronger then he looked, Falcath let out a laugh, as he plunged into darkness.

(( @TheVolture: I'm a drow, I have to be stronger than I look like. But I'd be glad if you would not play my character anymore I always have to repeat and change up things if you do Ty ))

Daeron watches Falcath for a while. With the thought the mage must be more clever than he expected him to be, he smirkes, hidden by a hand to cover his mouth. When he notices Raistling walking into that trap, he suddenly starts running up to him. ignoring the other one, who noticed everything already. So he's to late then, fine... Raistlin was the only one who was intresting enogh to save though.
So he could not hold back a laughter, seeing Falcath collapsing under those logs.
"You are such a fool fighter! Who do you think you are? You should have learned how far you may go! I should better let you die out here, and continue with Raistlin. He seems to know better anyway..."
It was unbelievable! Who the hell taught him that? He could not see a single sign for Falcath acting out of pure friendship. None of them would actually, Daeron thinks, throwing a short glance at the mage, who should be save now.
"But since I'm not one of those cruel and bloodthirsty bastards... I'll save you this time. You have to prove you're worth it a secound time too. Otherwhise... you know..."
With a huge amount of power, compared to his slender body, he leans over the other fighter, to roll the logs off him. While he stands up again afterwards, one could see his facial expressions too well for a moment. Everybody would know that he would let come true, what he just said.
"All right then... I hope now everybody will be more careful, as you've just seen where it might end. We have to make plans. For Raistlin says he already has one, I believe him, but we're just fighters, the ones having to stand in the front line and protecting our mage, so at least we should get along with each other a little better!"
He really didn't want to add the last part, as it sounded like an offer for friendship in the drow's own ears. But to prove himself as a friend Falcath would have to do more. At least it was something that had to be said, no matter by who.
"Only the long we have to travel together off course... and if we value our lives..."
Carefully adding that, Daeron stretches his arms. You don't have to roll away heavy logs each day!
Finally he gives each of them an urgent look.



~Not far away at the sea~
Peaceful lies the surface in the sun of the early afternoon, mirrorng the idyllic nature around it, and the sky above. Nobody would imagine the huge body, moving poundorously above the ground. It hardly produces any waves. Its skin is all covered by blue and violet colored scales. About six huge fins help the solid body to move at all. With soft glowing yellow eyes the sea-serpent watches its way, moving towards the coast continousely. Although it can't see very much, it doesn't matter, as it is dark down here anyway.
They'll come to seek for the isle, that's what it can feel for sure. No one might ever set a foot on its holy land, NO ONE! The monster had been guarding this land since it knew. And in fact it hardly knows anything, but it will always defend it, for no matter what...

((Uh... I hope this description isn't the bad I think... It took me long enough anyway... ^^))

Raistlin awaits as the hude logs treathen to crush him. As he expected, Falcath jumped in and saved him. He couldnt help but leave a clumstery smile while two giant logs crush Falcath. Daeron sets to help him.

Oh my, look at that knee. It will infect and you will die.

Raistlin approaches Falcath. He will help him, so that he wont own a debt later on. He slips his hand in a pocket of his belt and gets the potion out. He forcefully opens the warriors mouth and tosses its contenets in.

*Beurk*

Yeah, thats what you get when you take horse poop along with fro... You dont want to know. If you would have been faster, this would not of happened. Might as well end your suffering now.

Blue light charges in Raistlin's fist, producing immense heat around the group. Falcath belivess his last hour has arrived, that his death will be pointless. The blue bolt hits him in the knee, and surpisingly, stops the bleeding. The skin is regenerating itself, and the pain is gone.



What, you expected lighti... *coughts*

Raistlin seems to lose his balance for a while.

I have not used a regenerative spell in so long, it is mostly drainfull among dark mages.

The companions hear something in the woods. Leaves are crushed, branches ripped. A woman in black armor and two men in armor as green as the forest appear in front of the companions. They dont seem to waste any time, as they unsheat their swords and jump at the companions. The man on the right attacks Raistlin, who quickly blocks with his staff.

Tell me, assassin, you wouldnt mind holding my staff for a minute?

Raistlin tosses the Staff of Magius to the Man in Green, who catches it.


I see you are not paid for your brains! Get ready for fireworks!

The staff of Magius choses its own master. If someone unskilled tries to grab it, he will suffer a most unpleasent death. The staff has chosen Raistlin as its master, for all eternity. And now some fool has touched it. The staff starts to shine with a blinding red light. The assassin cant drop it, he starts screaming, louder and louder , his hands catch on fire, then his body as well. Raistlin recovers his most prized posession and turns his head to Falcath, who was still on the ground a knife to his neck. He was strugling with the woman. He has not yet recovered from his wounds, he cant get up.

Stay down. Close your eyes.

Raistlin's body starts levitating low the air. His eyes where shut, as he was prononcing a most complicated magic formula.

Date ma' jos De peh Al'a Dac'nu teh Fwut Acumah

The woman freezes. Her breath stops, her muscles lighten. She drops the knife, and just as fast, she drops dead. Green light is released from her body and into Raistlin's hand. Her soul.

Two more assassin arrive from some bushes. As Raistlin attempts to launch a fireball, he is interupted, as he feels the cold touch of a blade traversing his right shoulder. Darkness invades him, as he slowly slumbers into unconsiosness.

Cursed...

Falcath mark of shame inflames itself, causing pain to him. It would seem that if the caster of the spell is hurt, so is the one cursed by it.

((No, it was an assassin who stabbed Raistlin, from behind. If Raist fells a bobo, the 5 dots will heaten up and burn you a little ~ Answer to the post below ))

((Sorry for that, but as there are 3 of them left, leave the hero-part to me this time, Falcath. I like Raistlin ^^
Uh and nice pic again. *smiles*))

Falcath barely got up, his vision was blurry. He saw Daeron fighting 3 bandits to his right. then on his left an assassin had his sword thru Raistlin, Falcath's "scar" was burning. He had strenght to help 1 and 1 only. A tendril shot out from his arm, wrapping itself around the assassin's neck. The assassin pulled out his sword from raistlin's shoulder, trying to attack the tendril. it was useless it was like attacking air. Falcath drew great pleasure, from watching the assassin writhing in pain, swinging with all his might, as the tendril tightened its grip. Then one final twist, and a crack rang out, echoing thru the forest. The assassin's body bcame limp. The tendril dissapated, Falcath fell, he didn't hav the strength to get back up.

For a short while Daeron shows no intention to move at all. It seems that he is just frozen, staring at the assasin who is next to Raistlin. Then, all of a sudden, he jumps forwards, a light smile on his lips.
"Prepaire to die, foolish ones!"
Whispering that softly, he draws his blades, still in the jump. He has no problem to kill one of those two attacking him, as he just took things too easy. Daeron lets out a laughter, when that pitiful guy runs into one of his blades. He falls down, not dead yet, but too injured to stand up again. The drow doesn't care, he has to handle the other, only halfways noticing what happens to the mage.
Quickly, he has to take a step back, as the last assassin tries to hit him with his dagger. Unfortunately it cuts his left arm, while he lifts his blade to block. He bites his lips, holding back any sound. With flowing movement his secound blade touches the throat of the guy.
"I warned you..."
He spits out, drawing his sword along under his chin. Darkred Blood covers his face and clothes, but he does not mind at all. Stertorousely the assassin collapses in front of him, just next to the one stil living.
"You shouldn't mess up with those you might not handle..."
Daeron explains with a cold glow in his eyes, while cutting the throat of the injured one too.
Finally he turns around, watching the scene as it appears to him, slowly putting away his swords again.
"Damn... Not good..."
His eyes meet Falcath, then Raistlin. Who should he try to help first? Unsure he turns to Raistlin, trying to shake him softly.
"Come on... wake up... the crazy one shouldn't have tried to save your life a secound time for nothing! At least I took care of the others..."
While waiting for a reaction he searches his bag for some bandage and healing pots, his gaze wandering to Falcath over and over again. He does not even notice his own wound, slightly burning with blood running down his arm.

''Raistlin has a flashback, of the time he turned away from the red robes of neutrality, and joined the black robes of evil. One of his companions, named Tass, a kender, curios little creatures.

"'Raistlin! You have on black robes! How wonderful! Can I touch them? Oh, all right. You needn't glare at me like that. It's just that they look so soft. Say, does this mean you're truly bad now? Can you do something evil for me, so I can watch? I know! I saw a wizard summon a demon once. Could you do that? Just a small demon? You could send him right back. No?' Tas sighed in disappointment." (351) "


*coughts* Raistlin slowly regains conciosness. His shoulder was killing him. His eyes met Daerons, then he turns his head to Falcath, and to Daeron who was attempting to bandage him.

Its too late for me, leave me be.

I will die here, on this cursed land.

Really a shame for someone such as m... IGH.

His eyes are shut. He stopped breathing, and isnt moving anymore. Even Falcath managed to get up to see the events. His companions looked shocked.

Raistlin half-opens his left eye...

Would you look at me like that if I told you this was a joke... *laughts* Stop staring. I am not killed so easly. We where lucky, they where simple ammateurs.

Raistlin manages to get up and walks toward the female assassin, in everyones surprise. He puts his hand in her backpack and savages some interesting letters.

Three in Numbers they are
They are comming for the book
Kill them you must.

H.

Raistlin passes the letter to his companions, and awaits a conclusion. He eyes Daeron and Falcath respectevly.



I belive we must camp here for the night. Let us go to that clearing and make a fire.

He points toward a clearing about 10 feet away. Raistlin snaps his finger and a nice warm fire ignites in the middle of the clearing, along with 2 bedrolls.

I shall hold the guard tonight. You two rest, for your wounds are far worse than mine. Besides, I need to study this letter futher.

Memories of the past are comming back to him. He remembers his party, how everyone though he was crazy, he was despited...

''"Raistlin bowed. 'I will be an accommodating guest, I assure you, Sturm. I will not set the bed linens on fire, nor will I poison the well.'"(278)
((Raistlin mocking Sturm when he tells Raistlin he won't be welcome in Solamnia)) ''

He lets out a quick laughter... More memories come back and forth, leaving him with the urge that he shall not repeat the same errors twice... No, this party shall respect him.

"'The half-elf comes to me for advise, not because I can see the future. I can't. I am no seer. He comes because I am able to think, which is something most of these other fools seem incapable of doing.'" (50) ((Raistlin))

He sits on a rock, and starts reading the note, with a frown on his face.

More thoughs cross his mind...

"We need light,'Flint said uneasily as night's shadows closed in thickly. Sounds in the woods that had been innocent in the daytime now seemed sinister and threating."Surely you do not fear children stories,' Raistlin hissed.'No!' snapped the dwarf."I just want to make certain the kender doesn't rifle my pack in the dark."


"And what else did Raistlin say? asked Tanis "That if I touched his spell books or even looked at them sideways, he'd turn me into a cricket and s-swallow m-me whole."Tasslehoff stammered. He looked up at Tanis with wide eyes"I believe him too."


He starts laughing as he never did before... Lucky are those who witness this, since Raistlin almost never laughts.

Magic will be my sword... I once told myself that. Today, Magic is alot more than that. Magic, is myself, though Raistlin.

((OOC: the qoutes are from varios Dragonlance Books))

((sorry, for the delay. Tiberiu, what no Elistan quotes, or Laurana?))


Falcath'a wounds got better, he healed surprisingly fast. He sat up in a small sleeping bag made of burlap, searching for more of those assailants, none came, he tried to stay awake as long as possible, but exhaustion thad taken him. He dreamed of his last moments in his land.


Arrows whistled past as the army advanced, sheilds locked, spears in front, they cut thru the enemy line. The batlle looked to be won. the enemy was fleeing. They retreated into the massive castle of the Syphus guild, Castle Ardoron. Falcath looked to his brother.


Well, the bastards have decided to hide from us. Bring The Ram!!!!


his brother looked back at their army, their losses had been minor.

"Brother?"


Yes, Taleth


"This seems too easy, this could be a trap"


Don't be silly, Taleth, these bastards are stupid. They can't make a Fertidif, let alone a trap


Taleths next statement was lost, in the thunderous crack, of the massive castle door giving away under the pressure. the doors swung open, revealing the surviviors of the battle.


For Argith

the army let out a triumphant roar. The army moved swiftly thru the doors cutting down anything in their path. The castle was taken. All was captured except the Grandmaster of the wretched Syphus guild, Ganthas.
Falcath, his brother Taleth, and his elite guard walked thru the hallway. Falcath was confident his guard could take on anything that awaited them. Taleth opened the door to the Grandmasters throne room. He was leisurely sitting on his throne eating grapes, He stood at the men's entrance.

"Ah, my guests of honour" roared Ganthas. He started to laugh. Taleth got agitated, he pulled out his sword he went up to Ganthas, just as he was about to plunge it into the twisted man's heart, he caught his hand. Taleth screamed, his arm burst into flames. just as fast at it had started the fire went out. leaving Taleth's arm completely burnt off. Falcath got out his sword, as did his guard. Soldiers came running into the room, but they were not his, they were not even human!. Falcath, and his guards fought for his life. falcath caught an arrow in the side and fell. When he got up the strange soldiers, leaving only him, Taleth, and Ganthas. He could not move, he could not speak, he could only listen.

"oh Falcath" said Ganthas

"How stupid u r, u hav walked into a trap, I can not hav the world so noone will"

there was a blinding light and then Falcath, found himself in front of a cottage.



Falcath woke up to sunlight gleaming in his eyes, he looked up to see Raistlin reading a book, and Daeron asleep, in his bed. Falcath relaxed, knowing he was alright, for now.

(sorry to butt in, couldn't help it. oh, and @Vulture I kinda changed sunlight to moonlight)


Raistlin sat silently at the edge of the clearing, intent in the studying of the new-found note. Daeron and Falcath sleeping soundly in their bed rolls, the steady sounds of their heart beats like a drum to the tree bound assassin. Falcath suddenly leaped up, looking about, then falling back, drifting off to sleep.

Scythe silenty watched all of this from the safety of a tree not far from the clearing, his finely tuned elven ears hearing the slightest of sounds. He knew this was it. He hadn't satisfied his need for killing in a while. These people were not to die though. He had seen the massacre of the amutuer assassins earlier, a pathetic performance, but never-the-less entertaining, and they were worthy of living. He planned to let them know he COULD have killed them. His blades twitching in their sheathes.

Be patient. Today no blood shall be spilled. In due time, blood will stain your steel, but not today.

Leaping from the branch he was perched upon, he landed quietly on the forest floor. Sneaking silently, he crept to the edge of the clearing. The mage had not noticed. The enchanted armor he got off the dead merchant worked... He crept up to the one called Daeron, and bound him. No noise made thus far. He then, avoided the light cast by fire, and bound Falcath. So good so far... He then saw the mage, still studying the parchment. His back was to Scythe.

Perfect.

He approached the mage, with a poisoned blade in hand. The poison was not lethal, just will knock him out. Hopefully the mage won't be too upset. Scythe raised the blade, then brought it down upon the mage, in the back, but the blade was only a cm long or so. He slumped into a pile on the ground. He then doused the fire, and placed then in a pile, bound by leather in the center, and awaited for them to awake.

(before i get any crap, my guy has little health, and little strength. Just very quiet and fast. His mouth was sewn shut by magic when he once betrayed a mage, so he communicates via telepathy. He can read thoughts, etc. Oh, and GO DRAGONLANCE!)

Falcath woke up in pain, Raistlin!! he thought. He was bound. He looked up at the assassin, who had captured them. What a fool. Falcath's hands turned into tiny tendrils, they worked at his restraints. After a few minutes they broke. The assassin was looking out into the forest. Falcath slowly stood, and pulled out his blade. In a blink of an eye he swung his sword, aiming at the back of the assassin's head. Just as it would strike his back the assassin disappeared. Falcath was dazed, where did the bastard go. then his question was answered, as a foot struck him in the face. The battle raged on Falcath wasn't quick enough. The assassin used the same tactics every time, dodge and kick, he obviously didn't want to kill him. Falcath grew wise, and one time he missed, then fired lightning out of his left hand, striking the assassin in the chest. the assassin was down, Falcath bound the assassin, and made it so there was NO way he was going anywhere. Falcath untied the others, and sat on a nearby stump, staring at the assassin, sword drawn. Falcath was weak, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop him if he tried to escape.


So, assassin time to talk, who sent you? Who r you? Why r u trying to capture us?


Falcath sat there waiting intently on the answer.

(damn you....)
Scythe sat there, staring at his newfound friend, the one called Falcath. Hmm... decent fighter, slow though... damn magic... ugh, lucky for this armor or I'd be dead. I swear, take my attention away for half a second to examine the surrounding landscape, and you get nearly killed.

Why should I tell you? Sending his voice into Falcath's head.

Then, eyeing Raistlin, he decided to revise his answer:
If you must know, I work alone. As for my name, I am Scythe, as my favored weapon is the kama. Why was i trying to capture you? I wanted to know your business and skill. I probed your memories while you slept, except the sickly mage. His mind was too powerful a one to probe, it would have lead to my madness. Yours was complex, but every question has an answer, you just have to want it. As for the Dunmer, his mind.... was unique. You may be wondering what is happening. I am communicating via telepathy, as my mouth was bound magically some time ago by a great mage called Fizban. I have not been able to speak since. I prayed to the night mother, and she answered me with telepathy. It is better than using my mouth... Yes, I could have probed while you were awake, but how was i to know how skilled you were? I see know, you are worthy of my company. If it were not to be too foreboding, I wish to join your party. I can scout ahead, and make sure you are not attacked by mere amatuers, or at least warn you. Besides, everyone, no matter the cause has need of my skills. If you were to allow me to accompany you on this journey, I shall make it worth while... As for my motive, to satisfy my need to kill, and maybe meet a few ladies on the way, heh-heh.

Scythe then weaseled his arm blade out, and prepared to kill Falcath if he tried anything not to his liking. I need not be released from these bounds to kill; thought Scythe.

What is your answer? I shall not wait long. And i must say, zap me again, and you will not live to see the next day; that really hurt.

((thank god someone accually posted! I could of sworn I saw spider webs on this thread. And m3lisk, give time to others to accually react!))

Raistlin sat on his rock, a pen (feather) in his hand. He was communicating with a magical book , once a great artifact. It cannot lie to men. He opens the small journal, and touches it with his index. The page seems to be made of water. Sudenly, words appear.

<< Welcome, my master. >>

Raistlin starts writing on the left page.
>> I have a strange feeling. Something is in theese tree's. My eyes never decive me. Although, It's probally just a wild animal. What does our destiny awaits? <<

The page stays blank for a while. On the right page, text appears.

<< You are about to be attacked >>

Raistlin eyes open wider, as a blade struck him in the back. He slowly slumbers in unconsiosness. I knew they would hire proffesionals, he said to himself as his body hit the forest floor.

He wakes up in the morning. Falcath is above him, cutting his ropes. Raistlin turns his head to a nearby tree. A man is tied to it.

Raistlin eyes him. He was an elf, still young. He did not deccay in his sight, this probally was the reason he saw something in the decaing forest (to him).

I see time as it affects all things, hissed Raistlin. Human flesh whithers and dies before my eyes. Flowers bloom, only to fade. Trees drop green leaves, never to regain them. In my sight, it is always winter, always night. I see you have been cursed, never to talk again. Raistlin's right hand emits glowing red light. He fires it at the ropes, who burn instanetly.

Raistlin approaches Schyte, who is on his knees, taking his breath from the early combustion. Raistlin puts his hand on his chin, and lifts it so he can see the man better.

Light emits from his fingers and into the mans neck.

You shall talk when I wish so. The curse is temporally lifted. If you try to escape, you will suffocate. Dont try to enter my mind. I have knowledge to dangerous, secrets to powerfull. You will go mad. I dont care about these fools. Now, you shall speak.

(sorry Tiberiu, I'll make this a none critical short post)

Scythe's voice emits into Raistlins head:
I would like to speak, but I have long forgotten any language, as I may seem young but in elven I am already 120. I decided to forget how to speak, except through the universal telepathical way. I will not escape, as I am waiting for an answer from your speed challenged friend here, hahaha.

Scythe lifted his head and glared into Raistlin eyes, those hour-glass shaped eyes...

*caugh-caugh* Blood breeched the lips of the now wounded assassin. Man I hate mages, thought Scythe. Going to kill the merchant who sold me this so-called enchanted armor... oh wait, I already did, hahaha. I now know of the warrior mage and Mage, but what of the Dark Elf? What is his role?

*Scythe colapsed to the ground* Man I hate mages!

Falcath, still sitting on the stump, had seen the whole charade, his curiosity in Raistlin grew.



Alright, Scythe If my companions are okay with it, you can travel with us. Your speed will be useful.


he looked at Raistlin, then at Daeron. He started to sharpen his sword, still listening for their answers.
He wanted them to answer quickly, this "adventure" has had enough delays as it is. Falcath shared Scythe's passion, he too had a bloodlust, if he could kill something that wasn't useful to him, he would. These companions of his, hav proved themselves, all but one, the newcomer.


((ill b away for awhile so dont expect me to post for awhile, at least til Saturday))

((Puh... Finally. I'm sorry I could not answer for so long... But as I always need too much time for my posts, and we've had some problems with our server and forums... it took me some time. *tear* But I'm back again!!!))

Daeron slept for a long time. All that had happened was really exhausting.
Now he keeps watching the stranger, who called himself Scythe. He can almost feel the questions in his mind. So he wanted to know who he was, and what his role might be... Daeron smirks. He will not tell him, but there's stil another question.
"I don't like his way of asking us... But I won't mind him following us. As we could see it may be helpful to have him with us."
The dark elf had to make a lot of decisions in the last few days. Especially, if he could trust Raistlin or not. At least the mage managed to trick him when he wanted to bandage him. But he made up his mind, that there was no other way, than to trust him. When it came to Falcath... well, he wouldn't win a prize in sympathy, but he was a good companion, someone to relay on. He proved it several times. And now the new one. Not really trustworthy for now, but a good aid.
"But I warn you! Never try that again. Next time you'll not succeed!"
He speaks to the elven assasin, his eyes a little narrowed.
"By tomorrow we should finally reach the sea. I guess we've had enough time to prepair anyway."
A little mysterious smile covers his lips, whan he leans back on a tree, his eyes halfway closed.
"Oh... and don't ask.. I suppose nobody's able to see through me. No one ever could."

Scythe lifted his head once more, to the sound of a new voice. The one called Daeron. He was leaning against a tree, across the clearing.

*caugh, caugh*

If you don't like the way I ask, then maybe I should have killed you in your sleep, eh? Besides, what is there to see through? Hahaha. Now, if you were to be ever so kind as to let me rest for a moment, unless your... mages... pah, were to heal me, so we could be on our way. That is, if you were to allow me...

Scythe pulls himself up to the charred tree, and sits against it, pondering the thoughts now occupying his head:
Hmm, I don't like this Raistlin character, he is too complex for me to read, which will only lead to trouble... But Falcath and Daeron seem to be formidable allies. I will watch this Daeron guy a little closer however, find out his strengths and weaknesses...

It is setled then. We shall embark on this great journey. , Raistlin snarled.

Raistlin could fell the cold wind current, comming from up north, at the sea. He revised his spell, and risked an eye at Falcath, while holding the empty potion bottle in his hand.

This will be most interesting, Raistlin said softly. He looked at his companions. Daeron's mind was somewhere alse and Falcath kept an eye on Scythe. As for the assassin himself, he seemed to keep watching Daeron and Falcath continously, and whenever Raistlin looked at him, he turned his head in another dirrection. He cant read my mind, Raistlin noticed. A small flashback occurs to him:

"'I understand,' Raistlin said calmly.
I wish I did, Tanis thought bitterly. I wish I understood what was going on in that mind of yours, mage." (237)

As he woke up from his dreamery, they where walking up hill. As they reached its peek, one could see the distant sea at the horrizon, waves waging wars. Using his power of will, he attemped to search for this giant creature, but in vain. He was too far. Between them at the sea however, laid a dark forrest. As dawn approached, the group could hear horrifing screaming in the forest.

Something tells me that entering this forest at night is not such a good idea, Falcath constatated.

Raistlin looked at him. He was right, entering a forest full of undead was not wise.

Only fools dare to attack a dark mage, wispered Raistlin, in a voice that was not his own. The mage has entered a trance. The moon shined in the sky, doubling his great magical powers. He looked over at Daeron.

We must go, if we wish to reach the sea today. As long as you stay with me, you should be safe. He eyed the group. If you peed your pants already, now is the time to turn back. I will enter this evil domain.

Raistlin stood there, in front of the little road leading in the Dark Forest. The wind doubled in intensity. His black cloak was floating in the air, giving him a somewhat mystical fantasy hero look. He removed his hood, for the first time since he has been with the companions. His white hair now danced in rythm with the wind. He looked at the 3 men in fron of him, and sighted. He turned his back, and stepted in the forest, a smile on his face. We dont have all day, Raistlin commented sarcastically in his whispering voice. Indeed, they havent. The sun set, and darkness invaded the lands. Wolves where howling, and creatures where screaming. This was more than enought to set fear in any man's hearts.

The future changes as we stand here, else we are the game pieces of the gods, not their heirs, as we have been promised (( this is an accual quote)). I will teach you to master your fear, or use its strength. To make it serve you, not the other way around. If we stop living because we fear death, then we have already died.

Not awaiting any further answers, Raistlin takes his leave.

Sharak!

Slight green light illuminates the road. Shadows where moving in the trees, but none approached Raistlin. He turned back to his companions, who where about 6 feet away.

Skeletons. White Wolves. And worse, Dark Elf ghost, who where condammed to live a suffering eternal existence for their terrible crimes. If they touch you, you shall die. Their scream shall paralize you. They will not dare attack you near me however. Unfortunatly, this is the only road to the sea. Let us depart at once, snarled Raistlin.

Daeron watches the forest before them from the peak of the hill. When they walk on he follows quietly. It seems like he would not hear the spoken words, his thoughts far away, but when Raistlin takes the first steps into the the wood, he shrugs, following him again.
"They fear the light."
Is all he replies to the mages' words, a short smile on his lips, leaving open what was meant by that. In fact, he doesn't fear the creatures here. There are no narrow tunnels, where there's no way to escape. They're all outside, with enough space to act.
"Never mind the way. Let's just walk straight on. Oh, and watch out for some traps. It might be that somebody stil awaits our arrival."
Full of expactation he pats Raistlins shoulder, then walking on. It was time for a real adventure. What were those poorly assasins compared to a forest full of undead? Really, he was only waiting for a chance to prove his abillities to himself. Silently he draws his blades, stepping out ouf the mages' light radius. With one hand he pulls over his hood while holding one of his swords. His white hair would probably squeal him.
For a short moment he looks back at his companions.
"C'mon, don't look at me like that. You would not expect me to run away in fear, would you? Believe it or not, nothing is as dangerous and leathal than the underdark."
Hiding in the shadows of the trees he grins. Another shadow appears in his back, ready to hit him. Only in the last secound Daeron quickly turns around, lifting his blades to cut off the head of this creature, almost producing no sound. Shruging again he takes another few steps forwards. If the assassin was familliar with his "job", he would know well how to protect himself, Raistlin shouldn't have any problem either, only when it comes to Falcath he isn't really sure.
Everytime he feels safe, he takes a look back over his shoulder.
The nearer they walk up to the see, the more the smell of salty water blows away the thick air of the forest.
Deeply breathing Daeron rushes through the trees. It looks like he never did anything else in his life. He seems to be familiar with woods and how to move silently. Even avoiding branches lying on the ground, which would squeal him by an annoying sound, seems to be no problem for him. Moving like a shadow he walks his way through the dark forest, his blades sliding through the flesh of those who dare to attack him.

Daeron dashes into the woods, cutting down those who seek to harm him, rushing beside the party. Raistlin and Falcath illuminated by the light of Raistlin's staff. But Scythe hung back, he hated the light. His years of living in the darkness gave him a permanent night eye. But light, it was soo blinding. The creatures that lurked in the shadows niether scared him or hurt him. They just acknowalaged he was there, and left him be. He had walked through these forests before, Scythe traveled through them at night often to cut off merchants passing by the roads. He saw a low branch coming up in the path, and decided it would be a good time to take to the trees. Leaping upon it, he quickly sped ahead of the two mages, going from branch to branch. Looking back at the mages, he decided it would be a good time to get to know his fellow Dunmer better. He leaped across the path, and scouted for the glint of steel in the woods... There! in te middle of a cloud of the shadows that resided in the trees! Daeron was swinging his blade to and fro, cutting them down, but he seemed to be fine.

HOLY S***! Look out behind you Daeron!, Scythe said into his head.

Behind Daeron swarmed hundreds of the the creatures! I best help him! I am aware of his independence, but I doubt his abilities to kill ALL of those, at the same time. Why did he run off in the first place? Pfft, over-zealous bastard. Drawing his bow, Scythe took aim and began to fire upon the creatures, with arrows whistling over Daeron's head, he continued to hack them down, now surrounded by them. Scythe began to place two arrows and fire, then three, piercing them in the head when possible. Scythe reached back for an arrow, and nothing! His quiver was empty!

I'm out! Falcath, Raistlin, get your a**es over here! Daeron needs help!

Drawing his kamas, Scyte made a pray to the Night Mother, and leaped onto the back of a larger creature, imbedding his kamas into its skull. He leaped off of that one and landed next to Daeron.

Thought you could use some help

Raistlin watched Daeron as he runned off in the forest. Foolish, he though, but he admired his bravery. Scythe quicly followed. Only he and Falcath remained.

Tell me knight, why you above them all, walk in my shadow? Why dont you run in the forest with them? Why would you stick to me?

Falcath doesnt has time to respond, as he and Raistlin hear Scythe voice in their heads calling for help. Raistlin gazes at the shadows in the forest. Blades hit each other, arrows whirling in the air. He steps in the forest, Falcath at his tail. He easely spots the drow and the dunmer. Falcath rushes by their side. Raistlin however, sits there and watches them for a moment as the undead approach.

Stop, hissed Raistlin. The monstrosities turn around, watching the mage. Raistlin walks toward the companions. The undead let him trough.

I though I told you to stay near me, you idiots! whispered Raistlin in his cold voice. An careless undead gets in his path, clearly one of the leader of this group.

Haaalttt... Whaat is yourr buzines ghere, mhortals?

Raistlin watched him. Everybody did, as the fighting stopped when Raistlin arrived.

I wish to reach the sea, undead one. Get out of my path, and leave those fools. They posses nothing you might dessire.

The impossing skeleton stood there. Yoou shall not passs. We shall regain our lost honor by deafeating you, dark mage. This shall be an honorabl... He couldnt finish his sentence, for the mage attacked. Half of his body melted. Aghhh what is this! Where is your honor mage?

Am I a knight, to concern myself with honor? Raistlin asked. You shall perish for your insolence. No undead has power over me, certanly not when Nuitairi empowers me! Shut your eyes, ordered Raistlin.

He placed his hand before him, and every undead at a 180 degree radius dessintegrated. The survivors runned away in fear. Some tried to fight back, but they where quickly overcamed by Daeron, Scythe and Falcath.

He severely watched Daeron and Scythe. Dont stay off the road anymore. The sea is close, and the undead shall return, with more than a few skeletons. Unless you wish to fight thousands years old undead dark elves mages, stay back.

Raistlin knew what they where capable of, he fought one during The Test. He fought several others, for his power was greater than elf mages hundred of years older than him. But he coul not dessintegrate an army of these, and normal weapons did not hurt them. If they ran in them, they would be forced to flee. Raistlin could hold them up for a while, but he needed to conserve his strengh for the battle to come.

And remember this. I did not saved your misserable lives because of tender heart. I need you, especially Falcath, said Raistlin with a smile on his face. Dont expect me to save you once again, if you fall in the same trap!

Raistlin stepped into the light, and soon, the entire undead army fell apart. He spoke a few words and continued on.

Damn you, I was having some fun! I called for help, but expected a good fight, not some mage to enter and ruin it all... man I hate mages...

Scythe turned to Daeron,
Are you alright?

No blood stained Scythe's kamas, as now undead bleeds. He proceeded to pick his arrows out of the heads of the undead, restocking his quiver... Looking back at Daeron, Scythe started to follow Raistlin, muttering under the stitches about Raistlin ruining the fun. After all the mages he has fought, and all the mages he faced, none was a bigger pain then his newfound... accomplice.

((Oh yeah we need falcath. *giggles* He'll be the light on our daaaark daaark way And Scythe, be careful what to touch while fighting ))

Staring at his blades, after the undead have fallen, Daeron nodds. Off course he was allright! Even if he misses the fun now.
"Do you always have to be that selfish? And do you always have to prove that you're the best?"
He turns to Raistlin. He likes the mage for some reason, but his tendency to quick fights can be really annoying. Sighing softly he shakes his head. Fine then! Growling he puts away his blades, then following his companions. Hopefully the fight at the sea will be more intresting...

Far away with his thoughts, he doesn't really notice, that they finally arrive on the last hill. Behind it lies the sea in all its beauty. It sees almost too peaceful. Carefully Daeron watches the scenario. Once more he must admit, that he doesn't have any clue what awaits them on the other side of that hill. Shruging he faces his companions.
"Shall we go now? I don't mind, but if we decide to spend the night here, we won't have a fire. It is too likely that the monsterthing that's supposed to live here will react to the light."
Again he glances at the mirror - like surface of the sea. Almost unbelievable, that there might be anything at all, but as nothing is what it seems to be in this world, he will not take it too easy. Slowly he pulls off his hood, shaking his head again, so that his white hair falls upon his shoulders. His eyes, softly glowing turn back to his companions.

"Shall we go now? I don't mind, but if we decide to spend the night here, we won't have a fire. It is too likely that the monsterthing that's supposed to live here will react to the light."

Raistlin nods in agreement. Spending the night here wouldnt be a bad idea after all. Desintegrating so many undead is quite drainfull. Unfortunatly, we have company.

Raistlin points the woods.

Can you see them? Look closely.

See what? whispered Falcath. Oh...

Seven wraiths slide between the trees.

So they have came. Ready your weapons, they are not brainless skeletons. They are those I spoke about. Dont let them touch you, and dont draw too much attention. The sea monster might spot us. Your weapons cant hurt them. Yet. Raistlin joins his hands together and starts whispering in an unknown language. He raises the voice higher and higher with each word. When he reaches the last one, his eyes open wide, and a strong burst of wind lifts his hair and cloak. Scythe's Kamas, Daeron's Sabres, Falcath's sword and Raistlin's silver dagger start glowing red. Now, they can. Those where the last words he spoke before placing his hand in his sleve and drawing out his dagger. He trowed it at a wraith, who screamed at its contact. Got you, Raistlin hissed. He now lifted his arm, and the staff of Magius magically appeared. Smoke got out from where the creature was wounded. Falcath quickly understood the scheme, and attacked another wraith. The contact of the enchanted blade made it suffer, and the magic of the staff doubled its intensity, driving the wraith's crazy. If I had more energy to spare, I would of made the enchatment fatal, snarled Raistlin. Poke them a few times, it should drive them off, he yelled. Dont get touched, and if it will scream, cover your ears!

Scythe stared in amazement at the new enemies that appeared at the forest edge. Finally, something to kill that Raistlin wont disentegrate in a few seconds. Of course, he couldn't kill them, but he could scare them off. Damn Raistlin though, enchanting my kamas, and not my bow. No matter.
*Twists shaft of kamas, which splits in half, extenting a chain-like whip.*
Scythe begins to whip them around his head, then jumps into the air, still twirling, and brings them below him, then out in front, finally letting them stop, and coiling them around his arms.

Come here little wraiths, come out to play, hahahaha!

Scythe began to whip the kamas inches from the wraiths, unaware of what his companions were doing, he was too focused. One of the wraiths extended its rotting hand to grab the kama, and it stuck through.

Gotcha!

He back flipped, whipping the chains in the opposite direction, the wraith stumbled foward, and Scythe embedded the other kama in the back of its skull.

SHRIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! MOORTAL FOOLSSS, YOOU DARE ATTACK USSS?

I do.

Scythe whipped the kama, and the wraith's head came clean off, its body twitching uncontrollably. Scythe began to laugh maniacally.

One down, six to go... Oh s***...

The wraiths began to rush the party...

((Im Back oh ya, wow you guys and gals, really moved the story along))


Falcath pulled his sword out of the wraith, four left. He charged a wraith, dodging it's skeleton like hand. Falcath Drove his sword were it's heart would be. The wraith collapsed into nothing. He turned seeing a wraith that was bigger than the others, strange he thought, I didn't know wraiths had sizes. The wraith's mouth opened, the mouth twisted, and bcame so long it was disturbing to look at. Falcath cursed, and covered his helmet. The wraith screamed, Falcath was in pain, he looked at his companions, all but Raistlin covered their ears. The scream stopped, but it echoed thru the forest, the echoes seemed to come from everywhere, Falcath welled with rage. He ran at the wraith, it was surprised by his move, and sped towards him. Just bfore the wraith grabbed him, Falcath jumped in the air, landing behind the wraith, He turned around and stuck his sword into the back of the wraith's neck.

Heh, stupid wraiths I could kill them all day

Falcath looked at his Gladius, the Sword of Fethoj, given to him by Imperator Lethanin. Bfore being the Grandmaster of the the Spartacanus Guild, Falcath had been the captain of the Protectors, the Imperator's Guard, he had saved the Imperator's life countless times. The sword was repayment. It had served him well. Falcath broke from his trance, waiting to be attacked, but none came.