Kinjii nods and looks at Ruharc with a grenerally blank look. "many people of noble ancestry know who i am, and i'm sure that not one person within a hundred miles of this place haven't heard of you or your people. many rumors tell of them as savage, but only a dim-wit would swallow such lies. so what are you doing here in this crummy little tavern of all places? shouldn't you be with your people? or were you just looking for me? I must warn you that my services are no longer for sale, as i have blood to spill, and bones to crush. my mate, as i can tell you know, is dead, yes... but she died by a man's hand, and it is my mission to slay the man, giving my sword it's first taste of blood in his throat." Kinjii's face is calm, but the eyes give away dark intentions and bloodthirsty emotions held at bay by no more than a thread of sanity. He shifts slightly, his arms rising to cross in front of his chest, the armor clicking heavily, and small blue sparks flicking betwen the metal plates, dancing for it's scaled master, waiting for the time it would be needed.

"Well, I am glad that you do not buy into the rumors of our culture as uncivilized barbarians. Even I tire of the petty squabbles that erupt between even so noble a peoples as the Gandian tribes. As for my being here, in this tavern, I heard of another Dragon in the city, and decided to investigate. I feel for your loss, though I will not say I can relate. I have yet to even find my mate. Please accept my condolences, and know that if you wish, I will provide my peoples' services. Unfortunately, as you have so adequately mentioned, I must return to my people. Fare well and good luck."

Rhuarc bows to Kinjii once more and leaves.

(Just FYI guys, dragons are pretty common)
(There's at least 1000 dragons living in Tamigar)

(DAMNIT FORGE!!!)

(I thought you guys knew, why would you assume that they're rare when they're one of the major races?)

(hey, i didn't. just try saying he heard about an 'odd dragon wearing shining armor' or something. do dragons commonly wear armor that glows even at night?)

Kinjii shakes his head and sighs. "always off to something else, no one ever stops to look around themselves. it's a wonder civilization hasn't degraded into chaos yet..." Kinjii stands straight, and walks out the door, the instructions from the back of the card running through his memory.

(forge, what did the card say?)

*Mog sits down outside the Magister Mansion/Hall sipping orange juice and watches the day go by*

Having returned to his safe haven, Nevano took a seat at a small, rough wooden table. He reached for a small clay vase sitting in the middle of the table and poured it's contents into a bowl in front of him. he watched as the sparkling clean water flowed from the vase, silently filling the bowl. Once finished, he set the vase back in the center of the table, then raised his right hand, holding it just inches above the water's surface. He closed his eyes, then muttered a quick, arcane spell. The surface of the water rippled once, and he continued to focus. Slowly, droplets of water began arising into the air, gathering and accumulating into a small sphere above his hand. This continued until all of the water had drained from the bowl, forming into a perfect, flawless, sphere. Light from a slightly cracked open window pierced through the sphere, the diffusing light adding a faint glow to the orb. Slowly, he opened his eyes, staring at the object. For an instant, a small light flickered within the sphere. However, it quickly died down, and a slightly disappointed look crossed Nevano's face.
"Well then...it seems he is unavailable for the time being. What a shame..."
He held the orb in the air for a moment. Then, he tilted his hand forward. The orb followed his action and slowly floated through the air, stopping over the opening of the vase. He then turned his hand sideways, clenching it into a fist. The sphere did likewise, squeezing together as though some invisible force were constricting it. A small tip formed on the bottom, which then began flowing down into the vase opening. Through this method, the water funneled down into the vase, and Nevano released his clenched fist, letting out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding.
"Disappointing. I really did want to have a little chat with him."

I'll join in!
Name: Sophia
Nickname:Anna
Race:Mithra (cat girl)
Age: looks 14ish
Discription: Blue eyes, Hazle brown hair, Mage in traning
From: The Kingdom of Gandia

Back Story: Hasn't grown her tail or her cat ears yet. She travles the world in order to avenge her Brother that died in war. She lived as an orphan since she was 5. She seeks peace in her life. She has stoped travling and started learning Alcemistry and Magic. She hopes to be a seccesful Sage.

Oh where is that proffesor.... *sigh* *sits at her dest and lays her head down* Proffessor hurry up....sooooo....sleepy.....*yawns and falls asleep* Prrrrrrrrrr......

*wakes up*
OH NO! I'm late
*picks stuff up and goes to next class* *sighs in releafe* oh thank god i made it....
*looks at clock* ok I'm ready to go on that feiald trip....I am all packed....
*arrives at mistery place*
*looks at the big huge oak door in her path and thinks to self "ok whats behind the door?" and the gards unlock the door and let me in* *sees a figure* ummmm...hello? *looks in fear at the creture* *thinks to self "i'm am sopose to fight that?"*
Uh...prepare to meet your maker......oh heck with this....*looks away* I need to get out of here, but the Proffessor is depending on me....*thinks out load* What should I do?.... *sit on the cold ground*

Adrian sighed as he continued to walk through the market area of the city. (ok I have nothing else to post, I need something to do.)

(Blah to the both of you.)
(Roxas...triple post?!?!)

Rhuarc closes his wings as he drops on the hilltop, pausing momentarily to look at the flickering lights of the encampment off in the distance. Their numbers had dwindled, as the various tribes went to relay what had taken place here to their holds. Only a few remained, and even they would be gone within the next couple of days. Rhuarc sighed at what had been determined the best course of action. An unfortunate turn of events, that it should have to come to such things.

Pulling himself from his thoughts, Rhuarc walks slowly back to the encampment, enjoying the cool night air flowing through his scales. He decides to play a game with himself and begins sneaking through the sentry line. Almost at the line of tents, he feels a spear at his throat, and a smile creeps its way across his lips.

"Hold dragon. State your name and your business for sneaking into our camp before I open a hole in your throat."

Rhuarc begins speaking before he turns to face the Rakshasa. "Your guards have become lax, Gabriel." As he faces Gabriel fully, Gabriel's eyes widen and his jaw drops. He immediately removes the spear from Rhuarc's throat and begins apologizing profusely. Rhuarc laughs softly and claps him on the shoulder. "Do not worry about it, friend, just be sure to keep a closer eye on those coming and going." As Rhuarc turns to leave, he pauses and turns back to Gabriel. "And lets keep my return a little secret for a while. I would rather enjoy a long, uninterrupted nap."

Gar awakes after a long semi-drunken sleep, woefully devoid of scantily clad elf maidens. He stands and stretches, yawning widely. Getting dressed and equipping himself with his weapons, he grabs some bread and cheese to munch on as a small breakfast. He walks out from his tent to relieve the current guard on duty.

*Yawns and drinks some ale*

Kinjii walks through the streets finding the fountain he'd absorbed magic from, looking around with a dark look, it was the appropriate time and he was sure no one was around..... he dips his hand into the water and quickly pulls it back, out of it's icy cold depths, he holds his hand out over the clean street, letting the water drip off of his armor-clad fingers onto the street until his hand is dry once more. Kinjii looks around and nodds to himself, he quickly turns to the fountain and breathes fire into it, evaporating the water, he takes the paper he'd written upon earlier and slides it under the specified stone plate in the bottom of the fountain. the paper told of where he was staying and where he'd be, just like the secret message told him. He looks up and around, still seeing no one, he looks around for a place to make some money. he was running low and he didn't want to delve into his reserve hoard, many dragons had them, and Kinjii ws no different, and just like those other dragons, he did not like to spend it everywhere, he always kept his reserve full and plentiful, but his spending money was beginning to run dry.....

(just to let everyone know, there IS an OOC for this thread, and we can talk about plotting and other things there. here's the link, i need to plot some. harrowfall-factions-war-sign-and-ooc-t5769.html)