The Elder Scrolls VI: Valcia [IC/Started/Accepting via OOC/PG-16]

[The White Wolf]

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The original host is Dwarven King, I'm just the [s]poor defenseless[/s] co-host that's [s]gonna kick your ass[/s] starting the RP because he has absolutely nowhere to start.
NOW START RP'ING MOTHER F***ERS!
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Miles underground, under the Eleryn Sea. A massive underground civilization the size of the Eleryn Sea ending at Port Maverick. The ceiling of this massive cave the city was in was enchanted. It projected an image of the skies of the surface above the sea, keeping the city just as well lit as any other city. In the dead center, in a massive kingdom on a pitch-black throne was a man in pitch-black robes. His face hidden in shadows the same color as his hood. All that could prove that there was still life in him was the fact his hands were moving, though pale as they are. A man walked up to the throne. He was dressed in armor black as night, though not as black as the man's robes. He knelt at the throne [color=#a9a9a9]"My lord, we have found another one."[/color] the guard said nervously. [b]"Speak." [/b]the man replied. The guard seemed to sigh a sigh of relief [color=#a9a9a9]"Near [/color][size=4][color=#a9a9a9][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif]Terin[/font][/color][/size][color=#A9A9A9], a man near[/color][color=#A9A9A9][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3] [size=4]Lake Prin[/size][/size][/font][/color][color=#A9A9A9]. Presumably one of the Desert People." [/color]the man chuckled [b]"I will see to him myself." [/b]with that he raised his hand where a bright blue orb appeared. He seemed to fling it into the air, and no less than a second later he disappeared.

The man reappeared in a flash of blue light next to the Desert Man, Roman Terrowin. His face still hidden in pitch-black shadows

[Thar]

Ghar's first resting spot was Lake Araset, where he set up camp just along the shores. The tent he pitched was merely a sheet of fabric and two sticks to hold it up to extinguish the sunlight, then once the sunlight shines through the opening, that is his wake up call. He paid no attention to any wild animals that meant less harm than being charged or stampeded, and in which case he did, his bow was always at his side along with his trusty silver rapier. He was prepared for the adventure ahead of him, thriving on the mysteries outside his hometown and wiping aside the fear of danger, for he was a man now, and he was now fending for himself.

With his tent pitched up, his belongings lay like a corpse alongside a rock that stood statute just inches from where the water stood all the same. Little has come to disturb the natural landscape that Ghar had chose to settle in. The only disturbance he had come across was a wolf that followed his sweaty scent and charged. This was no problem for Ghar, for his bow was drawn before the animal gained its curiosity. Besides the bag lay the dead wolf in which Ghar knew was safe to eat because there was no rotting limbs or foaming at the mouth. As the day went by, his stomach began to complain, so he pulled out his rapier and gutted the beast, making a fire and roasting it slowly, bringing out a savoring smell of meat in which he craved so much as of now. However, the scent could attract more carnivores, so he made quick work of the roasting so he could start his feast in time.

[Enrise]

Camped upon a hill, and overlooking the kingdom of Theikon, Althilian, followed by her herd of bandit followers, they each conversed and joked with each other, while Althilian quietly hummed to herself, and stared intently at a nearby village, mentally recording what happened in the village from what she could only see. It was a peaceful, quiet village, and an easy target for her enjoyment.

One of the other bandits, W'tea, a Lucertole, whom is respect amongst the other bandits, noticed of Althilians concentration on the village.

"Planning on robbing them blind, or pillaging the village?" she question eagerly.
"We're not thieves. We're bandits. We pluder, pillage, so on, so forth. Now, if you're all ready, W'tea, get the other women ready. We're gonna have ourselves some fun. Leave some behind, we need a few guards to oversee the prisoners. Got it?" Althilian ordered.
"Yes mistress. As you command."
"Good. We strike at dusk."

Until dusk came, Althilian stayed inside her tent, and from inside, she shouted, "W'tea! I have reached the pinnacle of my boredom. Bring me Prisoner #5!"
W'tea heard her command, and went to the nearby prisoner tent, where they were unusually treated well, considering they are prisoners. There, she told the selected prisoner to follow her to Althilian's tent, where the prisoner was ordered to enter the tent, to satisfy whatever order Althilian has in mind.

Throughout the time till before dusk, the only thing heard from the leader's tent was moaning, groaning, screaming. A real treat.

---

Dagor stood at the enterance to the outside world from the Deregon Mines, and looked out to the sea, feeling a sense of homesickness, which the irony was that he shouldn't have the sense of homesickness; he has never in his life been to Morrowind, his native land. The sea was quiet, calm, and oh so blue. His only regret is that he couldn't find a boat, or anyone, who would be able to ship him to Morrowind. However, his dreams were just what they were, dream.

Returning into the mines, Dagor could see that the Valcia native Dunmer felt content and happy. I failed to see how honestly, but regardless, he accepted their happiness, and accepted his own. And while these thoughts echoed continuously in his mind, Dagor walked back to the Hlaalu Manor, where his family greeted him, and took shelter into his room, and paced quietly.

[Makο]

([size=5][b]NOTE[/b][/size]: SSD, I'm not in the desert anymore. Like I said in my App, he's lying next to Lake Prin, which is near the town of Terin and East of The Kingdom of Theikon)

Roman's consciousness steadily came back to him. A sharp ringing in his ears was a reassuring sound, letting him know he had NOT gone deaf at any point. After the ringing subsided, he quickly took a listen to the his surroundings. There was the lapping of water on the side of a beach, the occasional chirp of a bird, and the roaring of some predator in the distance. He knew it was about midday just from the type of bird that was singing. Slowly, he opened his heavy eyes. He shielded them with his left arm, adjusting to the midday sunlight. Eventually, he was able to open them fully, and see what was before him. As he expected, he was on the side of a lake, lying down.

He attempted to lift himself right after, but collapsed in pain immediately.
"Aiaiaiee! The hell? Why is my-"
An iron dagger stuck out of his right arm, looking almost as though the wound had closed around the weapon. Knowing he had to get it out as soon as possible, he clenched the dagger and yanked it out.
"AUUUGH! Oh, God Dammit!"
He quickly took off the gauntlet that the knife had stabbed through to inspect the wound. It was deep. Very deep. However, it was still manageable. He took off the cloth headpiece he was wearing and began wrapping the wound with it, to prevent anymore bleeding. With his left arm, he finally found the strength to stand, only to collapse again next to the water. He peered into the crystal clear lake, only to see an arrow sticking directly out of his back.
"What the!?...ok. Calm down, Roman. Calm down. Now, how far back do I remember...uh...22nd birthday, I think?...I can remember most before that, but...How did I end up here? GAAH, I can't remember anything past my birthday!"


While still wondering what happened prior to his situation, a flash of blue light appeared right next to Roman. Although stunned by the flash, he was unable to do anything, as the wound in his back began to mess with his nerves, and left him paralyzed. He saw the shadowy silhouette of a person in the aftereffect of the flash.

"W-what in the name of Valcia..."

[The White Wolf]

(OOC: Whoops, edited)
(OOC 2: I'm a bit worried about messing up this post, I've been busy lately and can't remember many details in your app, Mako .-. or anyone, for that matter)

The man took another step closer, his face still hidden in shadows [b]"(I see. A dagger in the arm, and amnesia...)"[/b] the man thought to himself [b]"My name is- no, you don't need to know my name. All you need to know is that I know how to cure your amnesia. I won't go into detail, all you need to know is that I know how to cure it." [/b]he began [b]"Now then, I am the- hmm, what word would be most appropriate? This language is not my first tongue. I suppose 'leader' is the best I can manage- leader of the Dark Brotherhood. Have you heard of us? If you had, it's all lies. The Dark Brotherhood in other parts of the world is simply a group of assassins. The Dark Brotherhood I command, is entirely different. It is an entirely different kingdom. Though the Dark Brotherhood is not its true name, you would never comprehend its true name." [/b]he continued [b]"Now, I will return to the subject. I can cure you of your amnesia, though I would require your assistance in doing so. Also, it would be an entirely different experience then simply remembering. All that I require from you is to join the Dark Brotherhood." [/b]he raised his hand and a blue orb appeared, he made the motion of tossing it into the air and a portal appeared behind him [b]"Do you accept my offer?"[/b]

[Dwarven King]

The guard stretched his arms and yawned. Ever since the war started, nearly every village had soldiers garrisoned with their walls. On top of that, the guards began taking longer shifts at horrible times of the day. Even here in his little village, a small place in the Kingdom of Theikon, the small hand full of guards were up and about nearly all day watching the horizon. The guards here had never seen signs of the enemy forces, or even of bandits their whole lives. Thus, they were one of the few places that did not contain soldiers within, but only had five guards on duty at one time. The other five resting before their shifts. "Getting tired Kelz?" the guard nearby asked. Kelz responded with another yawn. The guard chuckled a bit. "Don't fall asleep now. You know the first time one of us does, something bad will happen. Of course, you're actually good with a blade. So I'm only worried if you fall asleep." Kelz slightly shook his head. "I appreciate the faith Turt, but I honestly hope our little village never sees any action. I do not wish to see any blood shed. Violence is pointless and reduntant." Turt turned towards Kelz and raised an eyebrow. "Yet you're a guard and a better swordsman than any of us, and better than any soldier I ever met. Why?" Kelz shrugged. "That's just how things work I suppose." He let out yet another yawn as he turned his gaze towards the horizon. Dusk was fast approaching.

[Enrise]

After several continuous hours of sexual activity upon prisoner #5, she was released from Althilians tent, where she was escorted back to the prisoner tent, where the rest of the prisoners eagerly awaited their kin's return, waiting for the story of such activity. Many of them it wasn't that bad, living a life like this. They may be prisoners, but they weren't treated [i]like[/i] prisoners, for they had luxuries that prisoners only dreamed of having.

Back in Althilians tent, and after many hours of sexual domination upon her prisoner, she cleansed her body with melody. W'tea came after the prisoner returned to her quarters, and saw that Althilian was preparing her self for the raid.
"If I may mistress, shall I help you prepare for our raid?" she asked.
"Please do, my armor and blade are stored in that chest." Althilian pointed out.
Retrieving her mistress' equipment, W'tea placed on the bed that Althilian conducted her sexual advances, and helped her equip the armor.

Within minutes, Althilian was prepped for battle, and held her cutlass at her side, and walked out with W'tea, and looked at her fellow bandits.
"I want the five of you to stay and watch over the prisoners. The rest of us will conduct our raid, and shall probably return within two hours at most if we're lucky." she commanded, and looked at some of her following forces.
"You three," she pointed, "I want you to get the carraiges ready for the loot and any prisoners we'll take." Her word made them follow her command, and prepared the carriages.

"After this is finished, we shall dance till sun rises!" she cheered, where upon all the other bandits cheered as well, and the raiders started to travel to the little hamlet, watching the sun go down.

It was almost time for the raid.

[Dwarven King]

Dusk had finally arrived and Kelz had dosed off. Out of all the guards, he was the one who took the most shifts. So naturally, he was deprived of sleep. Besides, he may be the best fighter, but Turt had the best eye-sight and he was close-by. Should anything happen, which was unlikely, Turt would spot it first even if Kelz was awake with his eyes glued to the horizon. It was fit reasoning, and none of the other guards on duty were going to wake him up. Naturally, they had all come to the same conclusion on their own, and they had only decided amongst themselves after he had fell asleep that their best fighter should be well rested. Should anything actually happen, they knew Kelz would would be up in a heartbeat. Of course, none of them were actually expecting anything.

[Makο]

Roman laid there, paralyzed, unable to move most of his body. All the while, giving the man an odd look.
"So...let me get this straight..."
Roman lifted his now moving left arm, rubbing his still adjusting eyes.
"You appear to me...who, by the way, is paralyzed on the side of a lake, with a dagger JUST taken out of my arm, and an ARROW in my back, and ask me about my amnesia that you shouldn't even know I HAVE? And then you just turn around and ask me to restore my memory with your help AND have me join your "Apparently Not The" Dark Brotherhood?"
Roman coughed up a little blood. As a result, he hurried up the tone of his voice.
"Look, I guess it's nice and all of an invitation, but one way or another, no. First off, most amnesia cases aren't permanent. I'll see something that'll help me remember back, so I won't need it to be back so soon. Besides, I'm not dead, so I couldn't have done something THAT bad. Second, I don't care what type of Brotherhood you are. Anything involving those two words are always bad news. So I respectfully decline."
Now propped up on his left arm, he began to prod his back.
"You wouldn't mind giving me a little medical attention, would you?"

[Thar]

Ghar was fully rested by the time the sun slipped passed his tent and into his eyes. It seemed that he chose a great place to rest, a place where thieves wouldn't dare to draw near without making a sound. By the time he woke up, his bow was tucked under his armpit, making his arm feel numb for the first minute of his waking. He simply shook it off, rising to a sitting position and staying motionless for a minute or two, thinking things through. He was a freelance adventurer, so he had little to no specific places to go. Hell, he barely even knew the land outside of the forest. He couldn't even handle such exposure to the sun from being on the plains for only a few days.

Standing for the first time today, Ghar walked over to where his belongings loitered against the rock by the lake. The lake was surprisingly clear, especially for a rather large one. He could see a sparingly amount of fish tracing the invisible essence of the water from its depths, which made him smile and laugh a little with satisfaction. This is what Ghar liked to see: Nature at its most beautiful and lively. A lake so clear as this mirrored the blinding sun, which caused him to shield his eyes and turn away. But he had not let the beautiful image leave his head. Using this, his adventure had just become brighter.

His tent was taken down and wrapped around his back, weighing him down for the long road ahead. He ventured east towards the mountains, where he had heard rumors of this mysterious mine that dwell in its spiny terrain. So many stories were told during his childhood that once one has come across the miracle of coming out the other side, a more vague and dangerous land awaits on the horizon: Theikon. What was an even worse thing to hear was the kingdom that represents the land, where outsiders were kept prisoner and treated depending on gender; males get whipped and worked until their very blood turns to mud, and women get pulled out of camp for the pleasure of the high ranked military, then possibly killed if they are not satisfying. What made Ghar shudder even harder was the thought of female prisoners [i]faking[/i] their own pleasure and orgasms to have a chance to survive another day. Ghar had no idea what his mind was segueing to, but regardless, he was still walking hard.

[Admiral_Stalfos19]

[color=#000000]An old woman, of Rothgard origin, was mining for valuable gold to survive on. She was hard at it, tired, but desperate to obtain enough to call it a day. At her side was a Dark Elf, by the name of Gelida Torrentis. The female Dark Elf would always stay near the Rothgard, even as time and again, neither of the two have ever been attacked or had something happen to them. Not because she wanted to watch the Rothgard work, but because she felt... transfixed.[/color]

[color=#000000]The suffering the Rothgard had to [i]go[/i] through just to get some coin. Somehow... just [i]somehow[/i], Gelida could relate to that suffering. It was almost the same as that when she was abandoned by her birth parents as a child; not only that, but she was also shunned upon by the entire [i]race[/i] of Dark Elves. That would only build to her rage each day. Normally, she could bottle it all until the two were done here in the mines, but on this particular day, she couldn't even do so for a second. It was all becoming to much at one time. Eventually, Gelida intercepted the mine pick with one of her swords, giving the Rothgard a fright.[/color]

[color=#ee82ee]"Gelida...!"[/color][color=#000000] she screamed, before noticing how angry Gelida was, and starting to become fearful, [/color][color=#EE82EE]"Gelida... is... something wrong?"[/color]

[color=#800080]"I can't take it any more!"[/color][color=#000000] the Dark Elf shouted, [/color][color=#800080]"I always [i]thought[/i] there was nothing I could do about that whole incident, but now, there's nothing I want more than to... never mind, let's just go."[/color]

[color=#ee82ee]"But what if they want to attack?"[/color][color=#000000] the Rothgard asked.[/color]

[color=#800080]"Then [i]I'll[/i] have their heads on a silver platter!"[/color][color=#000000] Gelida snapped defiantly, [/color][color="#800080"]"Remember when I said I'd [/color][i][color="#800080"]always[/color] [/i][color=#800080]protect you?"[/color]

[color=#EE82EE]"Well... yes, but..."[/color] [color=#000000]the woman started.[/color]

[color=#800080]"I never told you how far I'd [i]go[/i], did I?"[/color][color=#000000] Gelida asked, her voice coming off as spiteful. She didn't mean to say it like [i]that[/i], but... perhaps the frustration of it all got to her. After a while, Gelida trudged down further into the mines.[/color]

[color=#ee82ee]"W-wait up!"[/color][color=#000000] the Rothgard called, hurrying to collect her things before giving pursuit.[/color]

[The White Wolf]

The man chuckled [b]"An unwise decision, for I have seen the future. Cities destroyed, the kingdoms in flames and Valcia nothing but a wasteland, and the Dark Brotherhood the only safe haven. All for a single item. As for knowing about your amnesia, your sense of time is not as it should be."[/b] and with that, the man walked into his portal and disappeared, leaving behind an echo saying 'Go to the Ports'

When he reappeared on his thrown he chuckled to himself [b]"The time is drawing near. Guard!"[/b] the guard immediately ran in "Yes my lord?" he asked [b]"Tell the blacksmiths they now have permission to use the Blacksmith Werehouse's supply of Daedric Hearts and Ebony Ingots."[/b] the guard seemed shocked at this, but continued normally "Yes my lord."

[Makο]

Roman sat there, staring at where the man used to be, still trying to take in all that had just went down. He attempted to slouch, but reeled back to a straight alignment when he was struck with pain in the back.
"Aw, f*ck. He didn't give me any healing. That a**hole! If I'm so important, shouldn't I at least have a chance to LIVE so I CAN be of importance? Gah, whatever. He was probably just some mage trying to get me into a scam that will rob me of whatever the hell I have left."
He began to crawl towards the side of the lake, as it had just occurred to him that he was dry in mouth.
[i]Hmm...it was still impressive that he knew I had amnesia. Maybe it was some kind of mind reading magic, or...?[/i]
Roman shook the thought out of his head, having bigger things to worry about. He took a big gulp of water from the crystal clear water, feeling it run down his throat.
"Ah, that was good. Now, what to do about...!"
He looked to his left, and saw a blue flower along the edge of the river. As quickly as he could, he crawled over to it and examined it.
"...That's...yes! Blue Mountain Flower! If I recall what my father told me, this type of flower has healing effects! Now, if I could just get the arrow out, I could then grind the flower into some kind of medicine..."

[Enrise]

When dusk has shown its colors, Althilian and her group of bandits set out. Some of the bandits were assigned to see if they could infiltrate from behind while the leader and her team would lead a head-on assault. And while the flanking team would go behind, Althilian and her group slowly, but surely, crept upon the gate, hiding behind the many trees. However, soon they ran out of trees to hide behind, and they commenced stage 2: run and fight.

However, before her team would charge, Althilian herself came from behind the hills, and walked towards the villiage in a non-suspicious way, casually struting her legs, letting her hair sway in the wind, and paced towards the enterance, looking at the sleeping guard, and then at the one who was wide awake, and stared at him intently with the stare that should send chills down his spine and strike the male urges.

[Thar]

Ghar had walked for days on limited food. He was lucky to find any plantation to restock, and the animals he sought to hunt for meat were getting sparser every mile. He took many breaks, several naps, and a few stops to fully rest before he finally reached the Leogan Mountains range that separated the wide plains from the barren lands of Theikon. Upon arrival, Ghar's feet quickly grew tired and begged for another rest, which Ghar had been abusing from the start. He needed a faster style of transportation, but the mountains were not a place to be wishing for such a thing.

Ghar was itching to see what dwells behind the spiny terrain. Theikon was calling to him in voices that only the wind in his ears could mumble. Delusional, Ghar had a hunch that it was his legs that clouded his endurance at this point. He was already full from eating his share of fruit and wolf meat, but he decided to take another bite of fruit, which gave him some motivation to keep going.

After another rest, Ghar's eyes took nearly an hour to open, but the sight that beheld him drew his breath away. Right in his face, a look of curiosity shone from the face of a horse without a saddle. Ghar was motionless, letting the animal sniff at his face and snort in it, which woke him up more by the minute. Ghar could not believe his eyes. Had the Gods answered his prayers? He was speechless, for the horse looked just as clueless as him. But what would a horse be doing in such a remote area as the Leogan Mountains? [i]Of course[/i], Ghar thought after minutes of pondering, [i]it must be a run-away. Poor thing. Theikon must have scared it off. Man, if this horse was spooked away from it, Gods know what could be waiting for me there.[/i]

The horse whinnied like a lost soul, which made Ghar nearly cry. He slowly approached it with innocent hands, gradually stroking its shoulder blade while working his way up to its nose. "There there," he sighed, "you poor soul. Who would abandon their own horse?" Growing more sincere, Ghar used the top of the horse's mane to leverage himself onto it, getting a feel for the experience of horseback. The horse was slightly surprised by his mounting, but after a few subtle words of taming, Ghar turned the horse towards where Theikon waited, "Alright, let's find a stable to get you saddled. But you need a name, don't you?" The horse whinnied again to signify a 'yes'. "Very well. I'll call you Astra. Now let's return from where you ran from, together." Then with a rapid motion forward, Ghar and Astra rode through the mountains to Theikon.

[Dwarven King]

Turt focused his gaze on the woman who appaeared before them. It was rather odd for someone to be on the road at that time of day. That, and she was obviously showing off her looks. Her beautiful looks to be more exact. A glare from her eyes sent chills down his spine and did plenty more. "Hey...umm...Kelz...I'm going to go see if that girl is lost or needs any help. I'll just be right over there. Ok?" Turt said to Kelz. "That's fine. Just holler if you need anything." Kelz mumbled back as he pulled his cloak tighter around him, the very same cloak hiding his armor and weapon. Soon, he was back to sleep. Or appeared to be asleep. He soflty snored to keep up the act while peering through slit eyelids. He didn't like the look of this girl.

"Umm...excuse me miss. Is there anything I can help you with?" Turt asked as he approached her.

[Enrise]

Upon Tert's approach to Althilian, she walked up to him, and as soon as she was close enough, she decided it was time to play fake sick, and fell towards him, and clinged onto him, trying to hold herself up. She looked up to him, and appeared to be sick, and looked teary-eyed.
Coughing, she said, "W-water... I feel like... I'm... dying..." and continued coughing, and after several coughs, a small amount of vomit exited from her mouth, and she projected her wish, "Please! Cough, cough!"
Finally, she faked a fainting, and she weakened her grip on Tert's shoulders, feeling limp and and heavy, along with wheezing.

After her many years of bandit experiences, she was able to pull of such feet quite easily.

[Makο]

Roman collected all of the blue flowers within his reach, ending up being just about 3. He scanned the area up and down the river, but there were no more in sight.
"Rats. I don't know how much of this medicine I'll be able to make with what I have."
He crawled over the side of the lake, leaning his back towards it. He ripped off his cloak he was wearing, fashioning it so that it could hold a little bit of water. Using two nearby rocks, Roman ground the blue flowers into a fine powder, all the while feeling the wound on his back getting worse. While the arrow did not go in very far, the blood loss and infection would be the end of him if he didn't do something about it. Upon mixing the water with the flower, it became a paste of sorts.
"...Huh. I didn't expect it to be so thick. No matter. Now all that's left...is the removal of the arrow."
Roman reached back with his good arm and clenched the arrow. Taking a deep breath, he yanked at it as hard as he could.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
The arrow unlodged itself, letting loose a small stream of blood. After waiting for the stream to die down, he took his cloak, applied the medicine to it, and wrapped it around his waist, making sure the medicene was on the wound. He took a deep sigh of relief, as he felt the medicine taking effect.
"Ok...now, all I have to do is...wait...what's that noi- Oh God!"
Following the trail of blood from his wound in his back, a Mud Crab emerged from the water. It snapped it claws toward Roman. Panicked, he backed off as fast as he could, still clenching his teeth from the pain of the wound. The Mud Crab followed in hot pursuit, moving at a speed in which it would reach Roman in no time. Looking around for ways to defend himself from the approaching threat, Roman remembered the Arrow he had in his hand.
[i]...It's...Steel![/i]
Roman attempted to stand the best he could, to engage in a combat stance, but faltered in pain. On his knees, he lunged toward the now close Mud Crab, spearing the beast with the Arrow. It stumbled backwards, flailing it's claws around. Roman smirked at his victory, but only for a brief second. The Crab did not die with the Arrow, as it began to tug at it. Panicked again, he looked around for another way to fend for himself. Suddenly...
"The Dagger!"
He stumbled over to the spot where he had first found himself, and looked around for the dagger. Aware that the Crab had already removed the Arrow and was speeding towards him, he found it, just near the edge of the lake. After he collapsed near the lake, he fumbled with the newly found Dagger. He found a grip, turned around, and lunged at the Mud Crab, who was only a few feet away. The Dagger penetrated dead center mass of the creature, and it went limp. Extracting the Dagger from the fallen creature, Roman flopped onto his side, panting and groaning at the pain in his back, and the resurfaced pain in the arm.
"Dammit...life is hard."

{OOC: Also, screw you guys if you have any objections. I'll have Mud Crabs if I want to )

[Dwarven King]

(I was totally cheering on the Mud Crab. :<)

Turt turned back towards Kelz. "Kelz! We gotta open the gate so we can get some water! And hurry!" Kelze lifted his headand glared back at Turt, forcing him to skrink back. Turt knew what that look meant. "You know the rules. Nobody is allowed inside after sunset." Kelx replied. After a moment, his face lightened up a bit and he said, "Besides, you can move a lot faster if you weren't carrying her. So leave here there and go fetch her some water. Shut the gate behind you and I'll watch her until you return. Alright?" Turt nodded and ran into the village, closing the gate behind him.

Kelz settled back into his spot and got comfortable once more. He lowered his head down, pulled his cloak tighter around him. Soon, he was asleep again. Or so it appeared once more. His eyes were still locked onto the girl, only wavering to check the surroundings. She was walking just fine before Turt made his way towards her. He had a bad feeling.

[Enrise]

"[i]DAMN GUARD. I'LL GUT HIM LIKE A PIG AND RIP OUT HIS INTESTINES WHEN I'M FINISHED WITH THE FOOL.[/i]" she repusively said in her head. "[i]Clever, I'll give him that. He may not know what I'm entrely up to, but he does have a bad feeling. I like that. I like that a lot. Let him suffer some more of this feeling.[/i]" she planned in her thoughts.

On the ground, she was breathing heavily, and after several coughs, she finally put enough stress on her body to make blood appear from her mouth, and finally layed her entire body upon the ground, holding her breathing, and breathing very slowly, hoping that the other guard will finally fall victim.

"[i]If this doesn't work, well, then I'll just take out the guard's head, and call the team to finally come out from hiding. Then, we'll have fun. Until then... let's play a game of sickness. Ahahaha![/i]" Althilian laughed in her head like a maniac.

[Admiral_Stalfos19]

[color=#000000]Gelida continued forth until she heard a scream coming from behind her. She turned completely around, and even backtracked a few feet, only to noticed that the Rothgard was held up by a bandit, who had demanded that she give all the gold she mined for.[/color]

[color=#EE82EE]"That's all I have, I swear!"[/color][color=#000000] the Rothgard shouted.[/color]

[color=#000000]"Well, I suppose you won't mind..." the bandit was intervened when a sword had soared into his face, causing him to recoil in pain and dropped the knife that he previously had held to her throat.[/color]

[color=#000000]Seizing the opportunity, the Rothgard fled the scene, but the bandit didn't seem to concerned about [i]that[/i]. He was more concerned about who the hell threw that sword. Angered, he ripped the sword from his face and hunted with wild eyes... only to get himself slashed in the back, and fall to his knees as a consequence.[/color]

[color=#800080]"I believe you owe me a sword, and some gold!"[/color][color=#000000] the bandit looked, to see who'd [i]dare[/i] spit in his face on [i]his[/i] grief. It was Gelida... now standing over the bandit, and eyeing him up like he was her prey.[/color]

[color=#000000]"W-w-w-what gold?" the bandit stuttered, "I-I didn't take any god-damned gold!"[/color]

[color=#800080]"Then what the f*** were you doing to that woman, then?!" [/color][color=#000000]Gelida spat.[/color]

[color=#000000]"You don't know what it's like... [i]having[/i] to steal to make a living," the bandit was now starting to grow teary-eyed as he continued his stuttering and mumbling, but Gelida was having none of it. She picked him up by the chin and hurled him into the wall.[/color]

[color=#800080]"At this point..."[/color][color=#000000] Gelida thrusted her sword with all her might, impaling the bandit's throat and even piercing into the very rock that made the Deregon Mines, before pressing her boot into the now dead man's chest,[/color] [color=#800080]"...I just don't care at all,"[/color]

[color=#000000]She then forced the sword out, before collecting her other sword and the things the Rothgard left behind from her escape, and starting to call the Rothgard's name to see where she'd gotten to. Gelida was long gone from the scene, now.[/color]

[Dwarven King]

Kelz's head finally dropped, his chin hitting his chest. He set there for some time before he finally started to snore. They were quiet, even snores. But snores he knew she could hear. Turt was on his way back. If she was truly hurt, then he would take care of her and exhaustion would be his excuse. If she wasn't hurt, then she would be ready. Until then, he would play sleep. He resisted the urge to smirk and began to snore a bit louder. As far as he was concerned, he wanted her to believe he was out and unaware. Silently, he prayed his instincts were wrong. Way wrong.

[Makο]

"Damn crab...trying to take advantage of a wounded man. But, oh, boy, and I going to enjoy this."
Roman took the Iron Dagger and carved through the flesh of the newly deceased Mud Crab, ripping off it's claws and upper shell. Aware that he was actually beginning to slow down from hunger. He piled the crab meat inside the upper shell, and set it aside. After gathering nearby twigs and foliage, he stacked them into a makeshift campfire. He struck a rock against the Dagger, creating a spark, while chipping both the rock and the Dagger at the same time.
"Dammit...I need this in top shape. I hope I won't need to do this anymore."
He set the crab shell atop the newly created fire, and laid back, tending to his wounds however he could.
"Ok...so...I have food now, I suppose...but where the hell am I? I don't recall this place, at all."

While waiting for the food to cook, Roman began patrolling the side of the water, hoping to find some more Blue Mountain Flowers.
"Augh...this damn pain in my arm...now I sort of wish that I saved some of the medicine for-...Oh? What's this?"
Roman reached into the side of the water, and pulled out a damp piece of folded paper. Not attempting to open it, knowing that it would probably collapse, he retreated back to his fire with hopes of drying it off.

[Enrise]

Finally growing tired of such a long wait, Althilian finally stood up, perfectly in health, and gave a perlious look at the guard that remained. Since such a wait has caused her some time, she decided to speed her raid longer.
"Your friend is taking his sweet time, getting water for a poor, ill, girl. Why is that? Typical men!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, indicating to the other bandits that it was time to strike, and with a connection to the infiltration group, also signaled their time to strike.

The bandits came from behind the hill, at least a dozen of them, all charging with their hands in the air, equipped with their blades, all ready to take the village. The infiltration group prepared to sneak into teh back, and waited when time was most opportune for them.

Althilian unsheated her weapon, and pointed it at Kelz, and shouted. "I dare not ask what your name is. I care not for the names of men I kill in battle..."

[Thar]

While Ghar and Astra strode through the forest area past the mines, they stopped to rest and to eat. In the forest they scouted some fruit and gathered it in a medium sized bag that Ghar made out of the fabric from his folded-up tent. After a few minutes of gathering fruit, Ghar tied Astra up to the nearest tree, setting a fire to keep him warm while he pulled out his bow and hunted for any wild rodents or non-rabid wolfs in the area. Ghar was lucky, for he brought back three rodents and a wolf, skinning them and cutting out sections of the muscles to roast over the fire. Astra was given a portion of the fruit while Ghar sinked his teeth into the tender cooked meat and a smaller portion of the fruit to wash it down. Well rested, Ghar and Astra continued their journey across the forest and into the plains of Theikon.

It wasn't long before Astra's fast traveling stride brought them to the first village in sight of the vast area. [i]Finally[/i], Ghar thought, [i]a place to checkpoint. Might even have a pub. Man, I could use a drink-, [/i]but as soon as the two drew near enough to see the truth of it all, Ghar quickly heaved on Astra's mane to halt, for he saw that it was being raided. Speechless of the situation, Ghar sighed and steered Astra to flank the village, but at the same time he wanted to help out. Maybe this could be his chance to get renown in this world, or at least a start. Ghar made his decision, bringing Astra to a gallop towards the hill that some bandits charged down. He could hear voices shouting; such typical raid behavior, but one voice stood out. It was female, which surprised Ghar. You don't hear that many boasting female voices during a raid such as this one.

Stopping at the hill, all the bandits have already set foot into the village by the time he got there, and luckily, or at least hopefully, none of them saw him. He crawled up the hill just enough for his eyes to gain view of the raid in action, but not too much for his head to be spotted. What he saw did not surprise him; swords drawn, innocent screams of civilians, and food and valuable goods being confiscated vaguely for the enjoyment and for getting paid by the superior for doing such a task. Feeling helpless, Ghar saw a few bandits eyeing down some civilians, assuming that they were going to take the females. Ghar could not help but draw his bow and aim at the bandits' heads, releasing and letting the arrow sink into their flesh through the other side. Astra whinnied behind the hill, startling Ghar and forcing a shushing sound from between his teeth. He knew by now he would be noticed, but this was the thrill he was waiting for since he left his village.

[i]This is it[/i], he thought, [i]it's either all or nothing,[/i] Ghar drew another arrow, preparing for action.