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Aaron walked into the tavern. Lunch rush was hell, but he didn't mind. If he was lucky, he could find his own table. That way he could avoid sitting upfront at the bar with the drunks. He walked through the crowd, and found his own table. A group of witches were sitting next to him, drinking something strange. Aaron guessed it was something not on the menu. Many of the people here were leaving, but it was still crowded. That waitress must be over worked. Thought Aaron to himself. Someone had passed out. Hmph. Humans are slobs. He thought. He leaned back in his chair, and waited for the waitress.

Vlad finally had arrived to the snow lands of Kaldaka.The streets were busy with merchants and street entertainers.It had been some time since Vlad had been in any civilization.It was a more wolf populated town Vlad could tell by their scent and appearances.The long walk made Vlad thirsty and he only had 5 gold pieces he had found on a destroyed caravan on the way here.Vlad looked around the town and saw a large man sitting on a street sign.

"Hello my good man i am looking for the nearest tavern.....do you know were one is?"-Vlad said using his manners.

The man didnt say a word he just pointed down the street to a run down shack.He could smell the faint scents of alchol in the chill air.He bowed to the man and walked to get his drink.All these people around made Vlad nervous he was use to being alone and didnt know how he would react to these strangers.Alchol also brought out the worse in Vlad,some could say it was his alter ego talking after all the devil juice,but Vlad shrugged it off he was thirsty and tired.

There was one thing on Vlad's mind it was the vampire he met during his bandit encounter.He didnt like vampires he disliked him the most.The vampires to Vlad were weak creatures sub-humans they were sneaky and manipulative.Vlad had killed many vampires during the war even got the scar to prove it.He knew this wouldnt be the last time he met him and if they meet again Vlad would have to kill him to save poor creatures lives from their murderous fangs.

Karl gladly drank the ale deeply, almost finishing the glass in one go. He thumped it down on his table and exhaled loudly. He glanced over at the drunk he had hit and noticed he was still looking over his shoulder for the spoon thrower. Idiots like him give drinking a bad name, he thought to himself. Karl was a social drinker, he wasn't depressed or addicted, and he knew exactly when enough was enough... give or take a few glasses.

He leaned back in his chair and took another gulp of ale as he waited for his food.

OOC Note: ((Copied from ooc intro, in case anyone doesn't read it))

Archelaus walked slowly through the streets of HIS city. It was HIS city, no matter what the bureaucrats tried to say. The people respected him, their protector, perhaps even their future leader. He passed through the market, people saluting him as he passed, he nodded respectfully to each of them before continuing on.

Archelaus stopped to chat with a local fruit vendor. The vendor chatted away with him as he looked over the selection of oranges and melons, anything one could want, really. As he did the cart behind him exploded and a large black form darted into the ally behind the fruit vendors cart. Quickly Archelaus pushed the vendor out of the way and rushed into the ally, his sword drawn.

He slowly proceeded down the dark ally, he knew this was a dead end, his prey apparently did not. "Come out, fool, you dare try to steal from a human in my presence?!?" His yell echoed down the alley. "There is no esca..." His words were interrupted as a green ball of smoke and fire engulfed him, a rather large imp moved from the shadows, a bag of gold in his hand. "Big wordsss coming frrrom a humannn...." the demon hissed. The smoke from the fire ball filled the alley, the imp laughed. "Timeee to leave, methinksss.." The abomination stared to walk into the smoke, out the way he came in, humming a tune to himself. He stopped suddenly, feeling in front of him, he felt steel...steel armor? He back up, nearly stumbling. Archelaus spoke. "Next time, try something other than conjured fire, beast..." He walked out of the smoke, his goatee singed, but otherwise unharmed. The imp panicked, throwing magical bolts at Archelaus, to no effect. "I will be proud to march you head around this city, thief." He smirked as he cornered the imp, with one quick movement of his blade, he decapitated the imp and smiled. "One more gone. One less for us to deal with." He picked up the imps head and walked out of the alley, holding it high as the people cheered. "No demon, no unclean beast, no vampire, no werewolf, no warlock, will be safe in these streets!!!" Most of the people cheered even louder at his words, a few just shook their heads at his prejudice and walked off. Archelaus smiled at his people and began to walk to the city square with the imps head, it was almost time for his speech...

"Just get me the Lunch Special." He glanced at the werewolves plate. "Just go a bit easier on the meat."

"Anything to drink?" The waitress asked.

"No thanks." Aaron said. He sat up in his chair, and lowered his hood. He turned his head to stare out the window, at the coming storm. "Think it'll be a big one?" Aaron asked.

Karl eyed the meal before him with gluttonous eyes. He was hoping for some rabbit at best but he got TWO steaks instead! He laughed in anticipation as he counted out coins and made sure he had enough. He had more than enough. "Ah, what the hell." He said to himself, tossing the whole bag onto the table next to his plate, he felt generous today. Or it might have been the alchohol... either way.

He grabbed the fork next to him and stabbed the top steak. He raised it to his mouth without even cutting it and began to take bite after bite. HIs mouth watered at the flavor. "I haff to come here more offen." he muttered to himself, mouth full of meat. He raised his mug to Cade, signalling he wanted more ale, and continued with his meal.

"Oi!" Karl shouted, throwing something. Only it wasn't a spoon he threw this time. His plate shattered over the werewolf's face, making him howl in pain. He clutched a deep cut on his cheek and looked over to Karl, growling.

"That!" Karl shouted, "was MY ale!" He stood up, but didn't change forms yet. He marched across the room and grabbed the werewolf by the fur on his neck. "And YOU, are leaving!" He pulled him over to the door and with a great heave he threw him out. Except he forgot to open the door first. The drunken body smashed the door off it's hinges and Karl winced, swearing. He turned to Cade, "I can fix that." He started apologetically, but the werewolf was back to his feet and started to walk back into the tavern.

Vlad walked into the bar the smell of exotic alchol and food made him feel comfortable.He noticed a girl eyeing him from the other side of the bar.He gave his usual wry smile and slicked his hair back with his right hand.He began to walk toward the girl.She had a amusing look on her face.

"Hello beautiful,im Vlad."-He said kissing her hand.

She was human beautiful long blond hair with a assortment of freckles ad these emerald eyes.She giggled at Vlad's behavior.Suddenly a large fur covered hand grabbed Vlad by the shoulder and tossed him across the room.

"What the...."-Vlad said shaking his head from his encounter.

Vlad looked up and saw a large Brown wolf standing almost 8 feet tall teeth snarling at Vlad.

"I take it this is your woman?"-Vlad said brushing himself off.

"Yes....you need a lesson preety boy."-The wolf said throwing Vlad across the room once again.

The people began to notice the fight and cheer.The laughter from the people and his weakness in front of all the ladies put Vlad in a Rage.

Vlad began to transform,hair grew quickly over his body his bones began to retract then expand.He ripped off his black vest and howled at the larger wolf.They both made a charge for each other.Vlad being the small and weaker one was tackled outside of the Bar door turning into nothing but mere splinters.The Brown wolf began to smash on Vlad's face.Vlad managed to grab the wolfs right hand and with all his might Vlad shattered his opponents wrist.The brown wolfed howled in pain and anger.Vlad kicked the wolf off of his and got back to his feet.Vlad jumped on top of the wolf and bite down hard on his back.Blood filled Vlad's mouth the brown wolf knelt down with one knee trying to get Vlad off of his back.Vlad began to use his claws to tear into the beast's back.The wolf was down knocked out.But Vlad was still in his fury he picked the wolf up by the back of his head and slammed the brown wolfs face down a couple of times.

Vlad controlled his anger and transformed back into his human form.The brown wolf slowly transformed back also.The blond girl came running out of the bar with tears in her eyes.She hugged the unconcious man.

Vlad had a look of confusion and sorrow on his face.He looked down at his tattered clothes.

"Aw man im going to freeze to death if i dont find something soon......right after i finish my drink."

Vlad limped back into the bar and sat down at the table.Most of the people were stareing at him.

"Waiter a round please."

Her eyes cast back at the wolf barking at her, with a grimace she shook her head as the effects of that drink were wearing off. "What do you want, you mangy beast?!" Anger spiked in her voice until she noticed it was the wolf from earlier, her glare softened as she turned and knelt down; running a hand through it's fur. "What do you want, doggy?" She looked up to see the girl and sighed, "I suppose she wants something, 'ey? Might as well see what it is..." The accent faded with the drink as she stood and waited; wondering what the girl could want.

"What the..." Aaron said. He looked up from his table, noticing the fight. A werewovle, full form, had just been thrown out, but was marching back in. He got up form his table, and walked to the door. "If they say out, you stay!" He said. He was about to land a blow to the werewolve's face, but his was caught by the werewolve. He threw Aaron back, who landed on a table. He returned to his feet, and got back into a fighting stance. The werewovle tried to take a few swings, but his punches were imprecise. Aaron swept his legs, and he landed on his rear.

Karl walked over to the new fighter and grabbed his shoulder, "I can handle this, thank you." He gently pushed the other man aside and picked the werewolf up to it's feet, "This can go real easy for you if you just leave." The werewolf responded with a swift swipe to Karl's face, leaving four deep cuts. Karl dropped him and took a few steps back, "OW!" He yelled, putting a hand to his face. He looked down at the blood on his hand; he was lucky that missed his eye. "Thats it!" He roared, taking off a few select pieces of his armor and began to change. This would be a lot easier if he hadn't been drinking. Oh well.

Two full form werewolves, fighting, drunk. Aaron knew someone was bound to get hurt, but there was nothing he could do. One of the fighters was blocking the door. One of the wolves just got hit across the face, and he was bleeding. It made Aaron thirsty, but that could be looked to later. He stood down like he was told to, but he was ready for anything. He began to back away the mob that had formed around the fighters. This day was about to whole lot interesting, and Aaron could feel it in his bones

Sthyr's town square was packed, all in wait to hear the General speak. Some held hand painted signs..'General Atrocis for Chancellor!!' 'The General is our future!!' even the minority who disliked the General held signs..'Racist!' 'The General is our downfall!', but all were free to hold their own opinions here, so apart from a few scuffles in the crowd, there were no problems.

Archelaus approached the stage, imp head still in hand. He walked proudly to the front-center of the stage and set the head down, stabbing his sword through it to keep it in place. His plate-mail shone in the afternoon sun, his tan chest puffed out and proud. The crowd cheered at him, the square now packed, everyone hoping to see the General.

"Quiet now, quiet.." with no hesitation, the crowed quieted, all ready to hear. "War and peace, war and peace...one hundred years we have sat on this peace with the abominations around us." He pointed to the north, east and south, then to the crowd as they cheered him on. "We humans...we hate to lose. We despise the thought, it leaves a bad taste in our mouth." The crowd continued to cheer. "And make no mistake, all this forced peace does is cover our loss...your leaders LET us lose. They accepted this treaty and this council." The crowd booed at the mention of the leaders, at the mention of loss. Archelaus held his arms out, quieting the crowd. "That war...THE WAR...we should have won...we COULD have won. We fight with no magics, no enhanced strengths, no minions nor potions. Just a strong arm and a sharp blade, yet we brought these supernatural enemies to the brink!" the crowd erupted at his words. "Our ranks NEED no magic to declare victory, we achieve our goals through sheer strength of will. We ARE the children of the gods and we will never fall, we will never falter and WE WILL ALWAYS.." he began to nearly scream now "ALWAYS! ALWAYS!!! WIN." The crowd jumped to its feet, cheering, throwing whatever they may have in their hands. Archelaus raised his hands above his head, cheering with the crowd. "I will always be proud to lead your army, fight your wars, and achieve victory in the name of all human kind!"

The General began to descend the stage, signing autographs for the children and shaking the hands of the men and women. He smirked, thinking to himself. "How can they deny me, with the support of the people."

Karl stood still with his paws, slowly turning back into human hands, in the air. He looked around at the destruction of the tavern, "Can't fix that." He muttered to himself. He looked down the loaded end of the gun and the pissed off man behind it. He had no doubt there was silver in there. "Sorry 'bout-" a picture frame fell, shattering glass nearby, "about all the mess..." He looked over at the other werewolf, who had just changed back to human himself and looked like he would either pass out or throw up. Luckily he passed out and collapsed in a heap on the floor.

The old man looked down at the drunk, and then back up at Karl, "You," he said, "get him out of here, and when he wakes up tell him neither of you's commin back you understand me?"

"I said I was sorry!" Karl started, impatiantly.

"You want I should shoot you now? I will if you don't get out!"

Karl looked down at the other werewolf and reached down, picking him up. He slung the man's arms around his neck and lifted him up on his back. He looked over at Cade, "The money's on the table, sorry for the trouble." As he started walking toward the door he turned his head toward the vampire from earlier, "Thanks for the help."

The crowd grew silent, all but Archelaus...the General began to laugh. "Drastic measures? I think our 'leader' needs to talk to the people and our army about that one.." The crowd began to laugh with the General. "I will have this meeting, I will speak to our leaders on YOUR behalf! All of your voices will be heard!" The crowd cheered again, a few women embraced him and he raised his arms, himself cheering back at the crowd.

As he finally freed himself from the crowd, he proceeded home, thinking to himself along the way. "Our 'leaders' have no idea what opposing me will cause. They have no idea how deep I have dug my roots." He smirked and cracked his neck, nodding at the six guards he always had posted at his door as he entered his house.