This rp was developed by Axle.

The war party moved silently toward the fortress, where the great library was rumored to be. The commander, Kiana, raised her hand. The elves behind her crouched, their hands on the hilts of their swords. She lowered her hand, and moved forward, ahead of her war party. She squinted toward the fortress, and the rumors were true. She could see the building over the wooden walls, and she couldn’t see any warriors. It was completely exposed.
Kiana waved forward, and her platoon started to follow again. They noiselessly approached the walls, and started to scale them with the speed only an elf could possess. Kiana was the first to the ground, her sword already having been drawn on the drop. She moved quickly, heading toward the temple where the library would be. Soldiers followed her, and no one stirred in the elven fortress.
She pushed open the temple doors, surprised by the amount of light. Many monks were awake, moving about the temple. Hundreds of candles were lit, dotting the room. Kiana roared, and ran forward, her soldiers following her.
With no mercy or remorse, they slaughtered the defenseless monks. Screams of pain and war cries filled the building. Kiana left her soldiers to their work as she searched for the library. She found it, inhabited by monks. Most of them ran, and she didn’t care to follow. In the center of the room was the main librarian, holding a small child in his arms.
The child was a tanned elf, and was too shocked to cry. Kiana pushed her hair away from her face and behind her ears, smearing blood in it. She was so fair, her eyes a dark purple, her hair a deep black, it was unmistakably what she was. A dark elf, the exact opposite of the light elves of the surface world. Kiana hissed at the elf, moving forward. She knocked the child from his arms, and lifted him by the throat.
In the library were ancient text, and schematics. Building plans depicted every hall and secret tunnel of every light elven castle or palace. It was just what the dark elves needed to turn the tides of war.
“I am looking for a certain set of books.” Kiana whispered, her sword pressing into the elf’s stomach.
“I will not aid you, evil one.” The elf croaked. The child on the ground started to cry, but Kiana ignored it. She blocked out the screams of the dying, focusing on the elf before her.
“You will tell me.” She said. And he did. Kiana asked for the books, and the scared elf stumbled around the room, gathering them. She placed them on a table, opening one. They were the right ones.
“Please, don’t hurt my boy.” The elf said, holding the child again. Elven warriors burst into the library, drenched in blood. Kiana pushed the books into a sack, slinging it over her shoulder. She reached forward, plucking the boy from the elf’s hands.
“I won’t.” She said, looking into the child’s eyes. “Kill him.” She left the library, the child watching his Godfather over her shoulder. When the elves descended on him, and the blood started to fly, the boy looked away, too scared to shed a tear.

This is roleplay about two factions of elves who have been warring since the beginning of time. The light elves, or elves of the surface, are kind hearted and devoted to the nature around them. They consist of wood elves and high elves. They are allied with the humans and Dwarves, who have their own civilizations on the surface. They may assist the light elves in battle if called upon.

The dark elves live in the caves. They are racist, considering themselves superior to all that they meet. Though they can see in the dark, they are not weakened by the light of the sun except for in the first hours of its waking, the hour of dawn. Then, their allies will help them, the chaotic and blood thirsty Ogres and Orcs of the caves and surface realms.

The war started before any elf could remember, all the ancients having died in the wars, taking the stories with them. The dark elves seek to control the surface realm, to gain all the power possible. Once they achieved the information fetched for them by the warlord Kiana, they put their plans into action and attacked more frequently, with more force.
Kiana raised the elf child she found, and he grew into a elite soldier. Like all dark elf children, he must prove his worth in battle, his first one looming nearer everyday. But when Kiana does take him to slaughter, will he recognize his similarities to the light elves? And will he act on feelings he may still feel deep inside? The child could be the key to the dark elves victory, or the only hope the light elves have left.

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Races available are:
Dark Elves
Light Elves
Orcs
Ogres
Dwarves
Humans


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Name: Kiana

Age: 476

Race: Dark Elf

Class: Warlord

Alignment: Dark Elves

Height: 5,10

Weight: 150 pounds of muscle

Physical Description: Kiana has long black hair, which she usually keeps cropped at her shoulders. Her skin is so pale and white, it is almost translucent. Her eyes are a dark purple, which allow her to see in the darkest corners of the caves.

Clothing: Kiana wears light armor of leather, including leather boots and a leather shield. She tends to wear them all times, being a warlord she is expected to be ready for battle at any time.

Equipment: Leather armor, including boots and shield. Belt with her sword, which she always keeps on her hip. Her sword is ebony, the sharpest blade in all of the caves. She keeps a knife somewhere on her person, sometimes in a boot, sometimes disguised as a hairpin.

Talents/Skills: She is a master in sword, but isn’t as good at the bow. She is also skilled at throwing knives, though she doesn’t have to do it often. She was trained by a master dark elf in hand to hand, learning moves that some of the greatest hand to hand combatants couldn’t compete with.

Powers/Abilities: She can see in the dark, like any dark elf. She isn’t very skilled in magic, but as the power to levitate. Levitation takes much energy, and she can’t go no higher then twenty feet.

Background Information: Kiana spent her whole life learning to fight. Other dark elves devoted themselves to the arcane arts, or other things that they did to pass time in the caves. But Kiana felt strength flowing through her veins, and a hatred for the insuperior light elves. She started training at the age of a hundred, and spent the rest of her life working her way up through the military. As the commander of an army, she found a child at the age of three hundred, and made him her son. Naming him Nauda, she raised him until he approached his one hundred year mark. She plans on leading him to battle when they decide when to next skirmish with the light elves.

Goals/Ambitions: Kiana’s goal is to conquer the surface world, and raise her son as a elite soldier. It would be the most honorable thing for any warlord to accomplish.

Name: Gabriel 'Rie' Dominic

Age: 62 (As you can see, he is quite young. Not much older than a young child in appearence.)

Race: Light Elf, 'Wood'.

Class: Shaman (In training). (You could equate this to a Necromancer of sorts.)

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Height: Three and 1/2 feet, which is quite short compared to most elves.

Weight: 44 pounds.

Physical Description: Born as an albino, Rie's hair, eyes, and skin have a near total lack of pigment. Due to this, his hair and eyes are both a stunning white. His skin, on the other hand, is very pale. Since he has a shortage of pigments, he cannot obtain a tan, and he experiences sun burns easily.

His hair is shoulder lenght, and slightly ruffled at all times.

Clothing: His clothing is quite simple. An undecorated white gown, along with a black choker and a black vest.

The gown is quite long. Extending at least 3 feet behind him, with sleeves which extend a foot longer than his arms do. Because of this, he tends to trip occasionally. Despite this unwanted hinderence, he does not change into a more suitable covering. The vest keeps his chest and waist more fitting to his frail body.

Equipment: Within his body, Rie is infected with a unique parasite known as 'Bifrons'. Described in detail in 'Powers/Abilities'.

Talents/Skills: Quite agile, and ever-energetic, Rie is hard to tire. Other than that, however, he doesn't have much.

Powers/Abilities: Rie's majority of abilities rely on Bifron, however, he has a few shamanic skills.

'Bifron Parasite'- A unique, sentinent parasite with vague origins, which was obtained by Rie after he unknowingly cut himself on a ceremonial knife. The parasite causes any part of Rie's body to liquify at will, into a black, dense, gel-like substance, which can be manipulated according to the parasite's will. Other than that, however, the Bifron parasite can create a set of two red eyes and a small fanged mouth, but it doesn't actually need these to fight, as it can access Rie's senses.
Rie cannot change his entire body at once for long, as it causes way to much strain on his body.
Since the parasite is, technically, another body, it needs it's own sustenance.

'Death Vision'- Allows Rie to enter a state of sight, in which he can see who has died nearby, and about how long ago.
'Rend Soul'- Allows Rie to seperate influence from, or small amounts of mana from, an object he is in contact with. If he attempts this on a live organism, said organism will become momentarily disorientated, instead of having their soul ripped out.


Backround Information:

Rie lived with a small group of nomadic wood elves, until one day he had wandered too far off from the group. Living as a loaner afterwards, he roamed from town to town, attempting to learn more about Shamanic magic. He has, up to now, lived a rather uninteresting life, apart from his chance encounter with the Bifron parasite in an abandoned temple, but he still strives to learn the Shamanic methods.


Goals/Ambitions:
-To train his shamanic skills
-To have fun

Axle is Nauda.

That is why I said, oh nvm :p I already imagined that <_< I was just making mockery of it

Name: Nauda Kian (last name is to identify that he is Kiana's "Son")

Age: 103

Race: Light Elf

Class: Blade Master

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 160 Lbs.

Physical Description: Nauda has many characteristics of a Light Elf; Golden brown hair, tanned skin (though it is very pale, seeing as how he lives in the Darkness), and soft yellow eyes. His hair goes below his shoulders, but he keeps it in tight braids that can be tied up for training or battle. He has quite a bit of muscle for an Elf, and can hold his own in melee combat, between his own strength and his aptitude with swords.

Clothing: Nauda's clothing is in the fashion of the Dark Elves. His breeches are black with a dark blue pattern sewn into them. His tunic is of a dark purple, with a black pattern sewn into that. His cloak is of the darkest midnight blue, almost black itself.

Equipment: For armour, Nauda has a mithril chain-mail shirt, as strong as a suit of plate mail, but still giving him the manueverability that he needs to fight effectively. Nauda doesn't wear a helm, refusing to do so saying that it just impairs your vision. He has a pair of leather boots, and a medium sized shield made of steel. For weapons, Nauda has an Ebony short sword, gifted to him by his mother when he turned fifty. He also has a mithril dagger, which he uses in very close quartered combat, or for assasination.

Talents/Skills: Nauda has spent his entire life learning the ways of the sword. He is extremely skilled with nearly any bladed weapon, and has a high agility as well, meaning he can dodge and parry very well; even when surrounded by several enemies. He has virtually no skill with a bow; he can fire one in a pinch, but not at any long range, and certainly with no accuracy except for at mid to close range.

Powers/Abilities: Nauda has no magick, except for his innate abilities of animal speak and some minor healing. He's also adapted to living in the Darkness, and has developed Dark Vision like his adoptive society.

Background Information: Born on the surface, then abandoned outside a monastary of sorts, Nauda spend his first year of life in a library. His human Godfather took care of him, but when Kiana and her war party invaded, Nauda was taken back to the Darkness. Since the time he could walk, his Mother and others have taught him the ways of combat, war, and a fierce and fervent hatred of the Surface races. Kiana has been training him for war for almost a hundred years, and now it is nearly time for Nauda to experience his first blood-letting of the vile Light Elves. Nauda is determined to make his Mother, and the others proud by spilling much blood and taking many Light one's lives.

Goals/Ambitions: To help his Mother Kiana in her conquest of the surface, to make Her proud, and to rise to the rank of Master with bladed weapons to teach others the beautiful dance of the blade.

Wee, may I join in ? I'll post my character on your 'yea' in this post.

Cheers!

EDIT: Actually, I think I'll post my character right now just for the hell of it. Mostly so you can see my writing skills, and party because I don't have anything better to do. It beats waiting on your answer

Name: Gurglok

Age: 54894 Days

Race: Ogre

Class: Fletcher

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Height: 8' 7"

Weight: 369 Kilos

Physical Description: To tell an ogre from any decent human, or elf, is by their height, their comparable high levels of smell and poor hygiene that visibly pockmarks their entire body. Other features include a small head, huge stomach, atrophy limbs from eaten animals sticking in their teeth, and numerous other things that a human should pick up within the first five seconds if he isn't completely retarded or married.

Would this ogre be any different? The observing human says no, the married human first asks his wife, but all should agree that this ogre fits in wonderfully with his race, and not really anywhere else.

The wise human, on the other hand, or the one smart enough to not get a nagging woman to make all the decisions for him, will discern that his hands and arms are remarkably well structured. Unlike other ogres, whose shapes are, ostensibly, randomly assorted by a drunken God and, therefore, seemingly clumsy and fat, this one has well defined hands, and all fingers still.

Continuing observations leave man to conclude that this ogre is actually well in shape. If nothing else, then this should have been the first thing noticed by everyong including morons, because he has no girth. Granted, the skin is a little flabby and seems to move with every step, and so remains every bit as disgusting as the giant tumors ogres call their 'bellay full of yum-yum'.

His facial features seem... fair, at best. No rat's tail sticks out from his mouth, nor does he have smeared blood on it from the cow he ate alive the other day. Best of all, his hair seems surprisingly clean, if unkempt and possibly in the worst style of the century. At least this ogre doesn't have the ability to make decent-looking races gouge their eyes out.

Otherwise, the ogre has tiny black eyes and a nose specialized in creating deafining, and sickening, grunting noises. His mouth starts right under his nose, but... where does it end? One can't really tell- the frizzy hair finally obscures the edges.

Clothing: A simple white loincloth turned murky brownish greenish yellowish from time, food, and crap. A second shirt, made by his mum, now serve as pants. In decoration, he took a strip from his shirt-pants and dyed it red with the blood from a moose and now wears it proudly on his left arm. Remarkably, it has not been stained brown- he values it more highly than most of his possessions because it reminds him of home.

A tiny backpack loaded with furs of numerous animals, sown together, warms him in the cold winter days.

Equipment: A bow he never uses, and a quiver of finished and unfinished arrows that he works on in his free-time to keep his fletching skills in shape. Other than that, the world is his giant, oversized club of horrible, horrible death.

Talents/Skills:

Fletching
Insane strength
The ability to speak
Actual Intelligence that rises above the norm of ogres
Common sense
Very thick skin
Endurance

Powers/Abilities:
The chief entrusted him with a necklace to guarantee his safety. It allows him enlarge anything for a short time. A tree trunk? Lets make it bigger. He wants to squash something? Makes himself bigger and heavier. Mess around with the local populous? He can do that too.

Background Information: To understand how different this ogre's personality is from the rest, one must only read this conversation during the declaration of war against the light elves.

"We arr goin' tu waaaaaaahrrrr!" snorts the chief.
Cheers! Grunts! Snorts!
Then...
"Why?" came a question.
The cheers stopped. The grunters stopped snorting, and at first nobody understood the question.
Dead silence.

Any good person will understand that this is a terribly stupid question. Ogres love to fight, and every ogre cheered at the announcement. Who in hell would bother asking why? Gurglok would bother, and many people since started wondering if he wasn't some half-breed between ogres and some other wimpy humanoid.

It didn't create any animosity amongst the ogres, everyone was too stupid for that, but they still wondered. 'Why', especially, is a hard question to ask, even moreso to answer. They left it at that realization- too much thinking hurt. However, Gurglok never stopped wondering, but joined the rally just to satisfy his parents, and he himself could not deny the thrill of the fight.

They had been hired by the dark elves to exterminate the light elves in exchange for some meat and 'shinies'. They also get many beautiful woman hostages from the battle, but that was beside the point.

Goals/Ambitions:

Not to die
Make the family proud
Eat a lot
Show people ogre's aren't 'that' stupid

Mmm, interesting. Mind if I join?

Name: Dane BlackHammer

Age: 89 (I am going by typical Dwarf ages, so Dane is still pretty young in human terms. If this is a problem tell me and I will change it.)

Race: Dwarf

Class: Warrior/Black Smith

Alignment: Good Neutral

Height: 4,5 foot

Weight: 75 Kg

Physical Description: The family BlackHammer is very traditional and for this reason Dane appears as the stereotypical dwarf would. Short, obviously, and bound in muscles that are often covered in tattoos. Dane's facial features are blunt and stubby, like most dwarves features, and he constantly appears to be dirty; either from battle or working in the smithy. As a matter of pride he carries with him a number of skulls from slain foes that he wears and hangs from various parts of his anatomy. His hair is reddish-brown and falls in tangles to half way down his back. His beard, a matter which all Dwarves pride themselves on, is long and unmated, falling to about his stomach.

Clothing: Dane does not wear, quite on purpose, any elegant and rich fabrics due it 'ruining his tough look'. Therefore he is often seen wearing grubby, patched garments such as brown vests and thick trousers with multiple stitching marks. Thick, black boots are his choice of footwear. This is not to say he lacks elegant clothing; as a member of the BlackHammer family he has at his disposal many fine garments in which to dress himself when attending formalities and such occasions that warrant them. Strangely enough he is always seriously busy when such occasions come up.

Equipment: Dane owns the thick, black armour that is given to all BlackHammer family members who train in the ways of the warrior. The armour includes a helmet that doesn't cover the face, just the sides of the head, one large shoulder plate, a breast plate, gauntlets and greaves as well as fitted chain mail worn underneath; all of which are adorned with the BlackHammer emblem. These dwarven masterpieces are extremely sturdy yet not as heavy as they would appear, granting the wearer manoeuvrability as well as durability.

He owns an assortment of small throwing axes and daggers, all of which are nondescript, but his main weapons are two axes that he crafted himself. One is a double bladed, long-shafted axe, with a thick blade capable of crushing even the most sturdy armour. It is decorated with many engravings in old Dwarvish, one of which names it Ironfang. The second axe is a smaller one handed weapon that only had one axe-blade that is more squared than curved; like the latter weapon. Once again it is forged of special dwarven metal, making it very powerful. The single engraving titles it Rune Breaker.

Talents/Skills: He is skilled in the arts of a black smith but this is only normal for a Dwarf, especially for a BlackHammer. His true skill lies in battle, which he has spent countless hours perfecting when he embarks on expeditions to rid the surrounding mountains of his home city from the vile, stupid Orcs and Ogres as well as his daily training; although he comments that real experience comes only from real events.

He is also skilled in the famous Talent of drinking ale and feasting upon ripe meat fresh of the bone, for which is notoriously good at.

Powers/Abilities: Dane has no interest in the sourcery of the fickle elves or even in the seemingly noble magic of man. He trusts only in his blade and his battle skill to keep him alive. Besides, the BlackHammer blood line has long believed that dabbling in the unnatural brings only despair and havoc. His Rune Breaker, however, has been known to deflect and break enemy incantations but the reason is unknown to Dane as he used no sourcery in its making.

Background Information: Dane was raised in the great Dwarven Fortresses of the mountain cities, living out his childhood in training and education of Dwarven history under the banner of the house BlackHammer. From an early age he began his training in the smithy and some years after that he took on the role of a Warrior; a hate for the chaotic races that launched raids against his people being forged into his heart. At the age of 30, still a boy in Dwarf terms, he embarked upon his first expedition into the caves to flush out Orcs and Ogres. The rage of battle and the blood-spilling didn't deter him from his path as a Warrior and he strived harder to become strong enough to lead his people in riding the dark races from his lands once and for all.

Goals/Ambitions:
-To become ever stronger as a warrior, to Dane this is only possible through battle.
-To one day lead his brethren in riding the mountains of the Orc and Ogre threat.
-To forge a weapon worthy of an epic tale.

OOC: Hope you don't mind if I join, if two characters is more than you want a person having, shout at me. I just happen to have a wood elf+high elf pairing in a story me and a friend have been working off and on on for 8 years and I wanna see how they do in an RP =D

Name: Werianu
Age: 347
Race: Wood Elf (Light elf)
Class: Druid
Alignment: Good
Height: Around 3 and a half feet tall, very short as the rest of her race is.
Weight: About 50 pounds
Physical Description: Werianu has long, blond hair that goes down to her thighs in beautiful curls. Her skin is tanned and smooth naturally. Her eyes are a beautiful, sparkling emerald color, and she has a pinkish design going from the outer end of her eye and underneath to the middle of each eye.
Werianu (See female, minus the wing and about a foot shorter)
Clothing: Toughened leather tunic, pants, gloves and boots, gems and precious metals infused in the seams to enhance her magic prowess. She wears a long green traveling cape.
Equipment: A spell book carried on her at all times so she may study her spells and keep them memorized.
Talents/Skills:
Entangle Roots - A spell that immobilizes one enemy, as long as both of the fighters are in an outdoor location
Tame Beast - Allows her to tame an animal and have it become her companion works only for a couple of days, works only on wolves, ravens, and bears.
Cure - Allows her to heal wounds to a certain extent
Powers/Abilities: Being rather small, she can get into locations others can not. However, this often backfires as she cannot get up to high places without assistance.
Background Information: Banished from the land of the Wood Elves for helping Peto, a High Elf cursed by an ex lover, see his description below. She wanders with him looking for an ample place to settle down, but rarely finding peace. She is very young for her race, so she hasn't made much of an imprint on history other than her banishment.
Goals/Ambitions: To find a pleasant place to start a family, but she knows the war must end first.
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Name: Peto Burningice
Age: 632
Race: High Elf (Light Elf)
Class: Paladin (Cursed)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Height: About 7 feet tall
Weight: 150 pounds of muscle, without armor
Physical Description: Very tall, as his race usually is. He has pale skin, especially compared to Werianu. His eyes are normally a warm brown, watery from years of torture and crying in pain. His face has a haunted look that draws you in, but you don't want to know why. He has long brown hair, usually tied back under his helmet so it doesn't get in the way. At night, his eyes turn crimson and his face emotionless.
Peto (See male, about a foot taller)
Clothing: He wears little beneath his armor, only a thin pair of cloth pants and thin, white cloth shirt.
Equipment: White plate armor, intricately designed with fire. A long, two handed bastard sword enchanted to catch on fire during battle.
Talents/Skills: Excellent fighter, but he has much honor, he rarely kills anyone any more, not after his history.
Powers/Abilities:
Resurrect - He has the ability to resurrect someone at the cost of another life, but it takes him days to recover from the experience.
Heal - He can heal minor and some serious injuries, although the more he uses it the more exhausted he becomes.
Curse - At night, he is taken over by the curse, his eyes turning red and the usually normal fire on his sword turns into black and purple flames. Since he has been with Werianu, it is not as bad, he has more control.
Background Information: Peto met a Dark Elf enchanter disguised as a light elf in the forest, she was being attacked by a group of monsters and he rescued her. He brought her back to his estate and nursed her back to health, when she turned on him. She attempted to take his soul and make him her minion, but she only got half his soul, which is why the curse only effects him at night. For years he went on a rampage, killing whole villages and waking up the next morning afraid and unsure of where he was.
When he met Werianu, his life changed, she helped him learn to control the curse, showed him true love.
Goals/Ambitions: To get the necklace the Dark Elf holds the other half of his soul in, knowing that he cannot fully rest until the curse is lifted.

An end note, if it needs to be more descriptive please tell me, I didn't get into too much detail on either one, hoping to explain it in depth as the story continues. But of course, blank is never an option heh.

Soulbeaver, Vyper, and Werianu, your characters are fine . Wow I think we're just about ready to launch this game! Rachelle, what do you think? Anything you have to say about our prospective players?

Wow, these are all really good. If you haven't complete yours, do so to be accepted. Of course, Axle is the acceptie. Here is the IC:

http://www.roleplaygateway.com/dark-rising-t8210.html

And Axle, I think we scored big on this one.

Are we all going to meet and if we are how will we do so?
Will there be an event of some kind?

It is just that as a Dwarf I am starting way up in a mountain Dwarven City and you guys are who knows where else...

A map might be handy...Doesn't have to be a very good one...

Lol. The dark elves start in the caves. We are going to be raiding the surface soon, killing everything that stands in our way. Our main objective is too capture a nearby castle, and turn it into a base.

Everyone else can just wing it. I'll check with Axle about a map.

Sorry Near, but Axle didn't except you. You can't post in IC until he does.

Yeah sorry :p I posted before I read this I edited most of it, I would put the description, since I found a basic idea but I wasn't sure how to word most of it <_< so I put a pic.

Near, your edited character is acceptable . And Vyper, perhaps you can be on your way, or leaving your mountain city, to join an army of the other Light races to strengthen a 'hot zone' of Dark Elf attacks, and coincidently that'll be at the castle that the Dark Ones are planning to raid? Just an idea... For a general idea of where things are located (I'm too lazy and busy today to actually draw up a map ), perhaps your mountains can be located in the north, with this castle being on the farmlands and plains just a few days south of your mountains. The caves that we will ascend from, are about five to seven days south of the Castle. Thus, you'll have enough time to get to the castle and settle for a day or two, before the attack begins. This way, with the little bit of travel, all our characters (whatever side they belong to) can get acquainted a little and have chance for indepth explaination of back story if they choose to do so. Then, bam! It's action time . I'm off to make an IC post now, I'll check back here for ya'lls thoughts in a jiffy

There I reposted T.T

Shweet, can my ogre force be the one that supports the dark elf raid on the castle? That would give me an ideal starting point and a way to interact with almost every person's character xD

Yeah Soul, that's who the Ogres are traditionally allied with; the Dark Ones . Anyways I gotta hop in the shower for a split, I'll have time to check this stuff once more, then I'm off to my friends barbeque for a while. Should be back online tonight though, so dont' fret ya'll . Peace!