Aggronak looked up through the rain at the taven sign. "The Cresent Moon"he read aloud with a smile as he looked up into the cloud filled night sky, searching for any sign of the moon. "Better get to work" he thought. He walked into the tavern, his massive frame filling the door. Much specualtion ahd come about due to his large statue, and the genral thought was that he was half-orc, although no one knew his real father. He walked to the counter and said to the barkeep. "I need a place to stay for the night, and by the time i wake tommrow i need this room cleared with a single table at the back." the barkeeps look of protest changed to a look of greed as Aggronak dropped a large bag of coins on to the counter

"Anything you want" the barkeeper stammered. Aggronak took the key offered by the barkeep, and walked upstairs to go to sleep. Tommrow was going to be a long day, he needed rest.

He woke to the brilliant sun pouring throught the windows and the song of birds on the air. He grabbed his bag and headed downstairs, and was pleased to see his orders had been followed. He took his seat at the far side of the lone table, his massive body looking like a cartoon perched on the chair, and pulled a large stack of paper from his bag along with a quill and ink.

Today was the day many had been waiting for across the county, but not him. The king had sent a message far and wide across the lands asking for the best and brightest adventures in the land to go on a secret quest. Fame and fortune were promised, alongside danger and adventure, but specifics were kept secret. Many had left to meet at this tavern today to interview for a spot in the quest. The king had passed the labor of choosing the team .to Aggronak, his most trusted and skilled warrior. This was the most logical thing to do, as Aggronak was the chosen leader of the party.

He leaned back and cracked his knuckles as the barkeep unlocked the door, and let the throng in. "Today is going to be terrible" Aggronak said with a groan to the barkeep. The barkeep responded with a sypathetic smile, and returned to counting the money he recieved the night before.

The Cresent Moon was the tavern chosen as the meeting place for this special event, and Rai was heading straight for it.
It started raining a day ago and hadn't stopped since. A bad omen? Rai pushed that thought out of mind, and concentrated on running. He came up to a town close to where the tavern was located. With a breath of relief, he dashed towards the nearest building, taking shelter from the rain. He went into the nearest inn and gave the inn-keeper money for the night's stay.

The room he stayed in was cozy. There was a bed in the corner, a small desk, a candle lamp, a small wooden stool, and a closet.
He peeled off his gray leather shirt and shoulder pads, hanging them near the window. He wiped his soaking chest and arms and dried off his dark gray hair. Taking off his black boots, he slung them into the corner, making a loud thunk.
"So, 'The Crescent Moon is where I'll be tomorrow.." he threw himself onto the bed, and soon fell asleep.

The bright morning light greeted him the next day. The storm coulds had passed, making wondeful weather.
He quickly got up, putting his armour and shirt back on. He tugged on his boots and tossed his bag over his shoulder.
After saying good bye to the inn-keeper, He made his way to The Crescent Moon.

People from far and wide gathered to the inn to see if they were elligiable to be included on this quest, including himself. The streets near the Crescent inn over flowed with fierce looking Men. Some had huge armour plates that gleamed in the sunlight, others had giant blades, slung scross their shoulders. "Jeez..Look at all these people..." Rai breathed out, amazed. "I proably won't even get close to the inn doors by today.."
Rai took off his bag and pulled out his favorite weapons, two broad swords with red and gold hilts. The blades were crafted by his great-grand father, a precious heirloom, used to kill their family enemies for as long as he could remeber. He put them into their sheaths and slung them onto his back. He put on his brownish-red cloak, hiding his weapons under it.
"I guess I'll play the waiting game, it always works." He jumped upwards toward a tree. grabbing a branch, he swung himself up and sat on the limb over looking the crowd.

"Blazes..."

Had it not been for her strained finances, Baraine Darada would not be standing outside the Inn like the rest of the fools around her. Many of them were young, though perhaps not all that much younger than herself, and seeking adventure. Some need deep inside of them propelling them forward and onto the unknown. Others awaiting their turn had less romantic reasons to try their hand at this particular expedition. By the looks of them Baraine suspected that the promise of a shiny copper was their real encouragement, and although her reasons were much alike to that particular bunch the woman refused to categorize herself with them.

Yes, she was there for the coin... but she could see greed and blood lust in some of their eyes. In her mind, the difference was clear. She wasn't there to make her pockets deeper but earn enough coin to keep her on her merry way. A woman couldn't very well live off of air alone. Food and shelter would cost her, and unfortunately she was down to her last coppers. She had never been good with dice or she would have given gambling a chance rather than volunteering to risk her hide.

Why then did she not just simply get a job as tavern wench or possibly even a seamstress? The thought alone made the woman's skin crawl. She wasn't exactly the most tolerant person when it came to grabby drunkards, and she was definitely useless with a needle. No, she had other sets of skills, but those weren't exactly in high demand in the job market. Oh, she could live off land... so to speak... and was quite able to catch a rabbit if she needed to, but there really was no comfort in that every night.

Leaning back against one of the wood beams supporting the tavern's front porch, Baraine crossed her arms beneath her bosom and blew a strand of auburn hair away from her face. She would await her turn like the rest of them, and hopefully her patience would not wear thin. Already she could see some of the fellows eyeing her with a particular sort of interest... the sort of interest she really had no desire or patience for at the moment.

Baraine's cold stare briefly held the eyes of one of this particular men before turning her face away with a slight sniff. The porcelain skin woman stuck out like a sore thum among the gruff men. Her eyes were a pale blue, her nose straight and elegant enough to match the high cheekbones and full lips. She was by all accounts quite pretty, but also wise enough in her mid twenties to not become instantly enamored with any fool that payed her a compliment.

"Blazes..." she muttered again under her breath and glanced down at the tips of her boots peaking out from beneath her brown skirts. Hopefully, it would be her turn to go in and speak to whoever it was that was in charge soon. There were two choices for her, either she would be asked to join the party or she would be dismissed. Till then, she would wait... unfortunately Baraine wasn't exactly the most patient of women.

(OOC: is there an OCC thread for this?)

Orhpans, 19 female, arch mage: Leila / Aergis, cursed transforms into werewolf by will, brother, 23, male
Leila was rudely awoken from her table, by rough shaking, whose covered underneath a huge amount of papers and a spell book was magically hovering above her, she look at her spell book and sat up yawning and with a flip of her finger all the papers neatly returned into her spell book which is now as thick as a 400 page book, and with a loud thud it landed on the wooden table which Leila was sleeping on earlier. "You should just let me sleep a bit longer, brother Aergis" she mumbles rubbing her sliver eye with her hand as she made her way into the bathroom, "It have already started, I thought you wanted adventure" said a male voice from over the door, as Leila looked into the mirror, only to be greeted by soft eyes, her right sliver eye, left red eye, her silver hair flows downwards to her waist past the what the mirror can reflect, a scar from behind her left ear all the way down to her left collar bone, she touched the scar and shook her head, then she started to bath and wash up, speaking over the flowing water, "Brother... I will find a way to lift your curse" Leila spoke with a taint of sadness in her voice.

Her brother, Aergis who was polishing his long sword outside answered her "I'm only glade that your still alive, after all your my only kin, I'm willing to bare this curse for my lifetime if that is what will keep you alive, now then hurry and prepare we need to go to the The Cresent Moon, when the messenger starts to pick people, it’ll be too late" He turned his long sword over to the other side as he starts to polish and sharpening the sword. After polishing it he held his sword against the sun as he looked at its snow white blade, As his short shagged silver hair flows along the morning wind that blew against his face.

As Leila came out of the bathroom, Aergis had just finished getting into his armor, a full armor, ranging from a helmet to breast plate, arm plate, shoulder pads, leg guards metal shoes.... you name it, he have everything on, except his helmet which is holding it under his armpit, his sister however is only wearing a simple Dark blue robe and a black hooded cape, and a simple head band that has a red gem embedded into it at each end. As Aergis strapped on his long sword on his back, his sister had her book and a blue staff which have an orb at one of the ends, float to her.

They made their way down to the innkeeper and paid him some gold before exiting the inn and made their way towards The Cresent Moon, and when they reached the place, Leila growled in pure protest, as her brother laughed and patted her head, comparing those two together Leila was only standing at around 5'7 she looks rather slim but that was hidden because of the clothes that she wears and Aergis is around 6, large, built, and matured, as his sharp sky blue eyes scans the area around them. He then looks at his sister, and smiled speaking in a rather deep voice, “want a better view?” Leila looks at him with a pair of huge eyes and shook her head. “There’s a lot of people, this might take a while, let’s find a cool spot to wait.” Nodding in agreement they made their way towards a large tree that is a short distance away from the inn, Aergis sat down nosily because of his full plated armor, and watched the crowd in front of the inn gets bigger as time passes, some of the people looked interesting, ranging from warriors to knights, mages, archers, rangers. And more he continued to watch the crowd, half expecting and hopping, a brawl might start soon, because the atmosphere was intense, even being some distance away he could feel it in the air.

Leila however the moment she sat down she opened her huge spell book and started to read it silently, occasionally glancing at the crowd before them when they made loud noises, some cursing, some just plain insulting each other, stating that they are the best. That didn’t interest her much as her attention was quickly returned to her spell book, as she revised her spells.

A very small creature in miss-matched gowns and shawls, carried a large crystal ball into the outskirts of the crowd. From the pointed ears that protruded from her headscarf, it was clear that she was a flull-blooded drow. When she moved the foggy crystal from her head and held it at waist level, one could tell that her skin had a terquios tinge and her eyes were a deep green. She looked rather old for an elf, her face was fairly heavily lines, either by age or worry, and her fingers were thin and knobby.

Her ears drooped a little, as there were thick, gold earings in them both. She looked rather comical, considering they were a little bigger than usual. A gold pendant with a few runes inscribed in it, hung around her neck like a lavalier. All-in-all, she was probably no more than 2 1/2 to three feet tall. There was a tattered bag on her back that looked full to bursting. One might make the assumption that she was homeless or, at least, had no money to claim a place to leave her things. Or perhaps she just traveled heavily.

The elf allowed her crystal to hover in place as she pulled her hands beneath it. She dug through the sack and exuded two gold coins and something wrapped in cheese-cloth. When she tied the bag up again, she made use of it as a slightly uncomfertable chair and undid the binding of cheese-cloth. There was a small bit of bread and cheese inside, with something that looked like fish. She ate greedily, as though she hadn't seen food in days. Then, when she was finished, she dabbed at the corners of her mouth with the cloth, resumed her crystal and waited with the rest.

(ooc: there is not an ooc forum, do you guys want one?)

By midday Aggronak had not seen a single person with promise. He had seen everything from aging warriors past their primes looking to relive their former glory, to runaways farmers sons looking to bring back a fortune. Tensions were high, and energy filled the room as everyone wanted to be next to the table. Suddenly a brawl broke out. Relishing a chance to vent some steam and crack heads, Aggronak lept over the table to join the fray. The largest of the group, even larger than Aggronak, came right at him. With a grin, Aggronak put his elbow right into the mans face. His smile grew larger as he felt bone and teeht give way. The man fell to the ground wimpering, and everyone around stopped to admire Aggronaks work. The bloodied man's friends drug him away to attend to his wounds, and the group of brawlers quickly dissapeared.

On his way back into the inn he noticed a few characters that interested him. The first was a man in a cloack perched high in a tree. "Most people couldn't make it up there", he thought to himself, as he gestured to the man to come down and join him. He looked to his left, and noticed a pale but pretty young woman sitting by herself. She looked at him with a gaze that radiiated strength and hunger "She wants this more than most" he thought, and gestured for her to go inside.

Turning back to look at the growing crowd, he noticed an almost comical paring of a tiny young woman almost drowning in her robes standing next to a rather large, and from the looks of it well armoured warrior. He could always use another sword at his back, and this man was by far one of the most skilled warriors he had seen. But it was the girl who interested him the most. From the looks of it she had a spell book in her hands. These were a rarity in the kingdom due to the Great War, and her skills could be useful. He Pointed at the two and beckoned them inside.

Taking a final glance over the crowd he noticed one more oddity. What looked like a tiny begger was seated near the back, devouring something greedily. "Thats strange" he muttered out loud.

Turning back to the inn he went to the table, and handed his chosen few a standard interveiw from, basically a list of questions he needed answered. Things like name, skills, special abilities, and previous experience were all on there, as well as one final question, why are you wishing to undertake this quest? The group looked over the sheets, as Aggronak awaited response.

(OOC: An OOC would be good just in case something comes up that we need to discuss or clarify as we go along Oh and hope it doesnt bother anyone that Baraine is coming off a bit bitchy lol She just kind of happened that way. She can be nice, I promise!)

Perhaps she had half expected the fight that broke out amongst the lot gathering outside The Crescent Moon, the sudden exchange of blows still startled her a little. As one man was pushed dangerously close to her Baraine jumped over to the side in an attempt to avoid being pummeled herself. She had no desire to try and best any of them, and she wasn't foolish enough to think that those men wouldn't be able to break her neck if they got their hands on her.

As she contemplated this, a rather large man seemed to jump out from inside the tavern and joined the fight. The fellow ended things quickly and by the way he reacted afterwards Baraine supposed it was safe to assume he was the one in charge. As if to prove her right, the man gestured for her and a few others to follow him in.

A small smug smile crossed her lips for a brief moment before she reached down to pick her traveling sack from the dusty wood boards. The others the large brute of a man had beckoned inside with him were an interesting looking lot, though she would be tared and feathered before admitting that out loud. For a moment her curiosity was peaked by the girl in the pair that had been called up along with Baraine.

The book the girl held could have contained a number of things... the thing could have been anything from a cooking book to a foolish novel for all that Baraine cared. Perhaps it was a flaw of hers, but the woman was proud... proud to the point that she could at times be disdainful to other forms of magic. She did not need words or manuscripts to do with her talents as she chose. She saw those things as limitations... no, her gifts were much more ancient than that.

Once inside Baraine snatched a chair and let her bag drop down next to it on the floor. She accepted the paper handed to her and scanned the questions. Briefly, she wondered how many of the poor fools outside would be able to read enough to make sense of the words on the sheet and sighed inwardly.

Looking up at the fellow in charge the redhead arched a brow as if to ask if he was serious about this, then opened her mouth to speak. "I suppose I could start... I'm Baraine Darada. My skills depend on what it is that you wish me to do. I'm..." she pursed her lips searching for a good word to describe what it was that she was. She thought about explaining what exactly it was that she considered herself...an elementalist...a weaver of the ethereal and the elements. Instead she muttered out, "a mage."

"As far as experience goes, it's been about 10 years now. And, I won't honey coat it I'm here for the coin. A woman's got to make a living in these parts and I'm not about to steal for it." That said she extended the sheet back to the man. She had no ink, so she couldnt write in it, and to Baraine that was just fine.

(OOC: we now have an ooc forum http://www.roleplaygateway.com/the-quest-ooc-t32194.html)

As soon as Aggronak took the paper from the lady, her answers magically appeared in the appropriate spots. "Gotta love enchanted paper" he mumbled. He looked at the two stacks of paper before him, one was almsot empty, the other was basically overflowing the table, and decided hers was to be the first of a new stack.

"Consider yourself in the final few. Too many of these people are not skilled, or just too dumb to make it. You..." he hesitated "Seem like you can handle yourself. I suggest you secure lodgings for the night, and we will meet again in the morning after i deal with the rest of these fools" he gestured to the crowd "and we will go from there. Consider yourself lucky"

Leila's attention was transferred as soon as the brawl broke out, as she and her brother watched it with the least interest, at least something is happening that would make their boredom go away for a short while, when a man from inside the tavern came out and gave a good and painful hit to the man who started the brawl, he fell over in pain as many of his friends dragged him away, a bit distance away. Before the man was going back to the inn, he noticed a few people and motioned them inside, Leila and Aergis is included, the pair stood up, Aergis got up quickly and moved into the inn before Leila did, Leila however dusted herself for a bit before moving past the crowd, hearing some things that she didn't like to hear, "Hey hey she's just a child", "so small what can she do? ha-ha she's probably useless, ha-ha hey if we can beat her up I bet we can go in instead of her?"

A number of whisperings filled the air when suddenly a rather large man from the crowd lunged at her, half expecting it she quickly responded by pushing her hand towards the jumping man, and almost instantly the man was sent flying backwards hitting the group of people who was behind him, sending all of them into the ground as dust around them lifted The crowd then kept quite looking at the man and the group of people who got pushed down, as Leila made her way into the tavern, sitting down beside her brother.

she looked at the paper which the man had just given out to her, Some questions and this paper have a small magic in it, she could feel it, she pointed her finger at the paper and touched it softly as answers appeared on it instantly:

Name: Leila

skills: ... magic... arch mage

special abilities: simple healing and beast summoning

previous experience: too many to fit into this small paper, ranging from simple escorts to recovering items, people, pets, and sometimes the occasionally assassination.

why are you wishing to undertake this quest?: We are searching for someone...

Her brother however spoke out the answers, “My name is Aergis(Air-grix), as you can see, I’m just yet another swordsman, hmm and as for special ability... no I could say it that it’s a curse or a gift on me, I can and by will transform into a werewolf, however on full moon nights if I were to transform I would lose control on myself. And for this” stated Aergis as he pointed to the paper’s last question, “Me and my sister are Orphans, We are... searching for someone or at least my sister is, to lift the curse on me, but by now I’m strong enough to control it, except on full moons... and one more thing” Aergis said as he moved his shagged sliver hair to reveal two pairs of pointed ears, “We’re elf, Don’t ask why I got 4 ears I don’t know why myself” he answered as he let his silver hair fall over his ears again. As he extended his paper towards the man and took his sister’s paper as well doing the same thing. He pointed at his sister “She’s rather shy and silent to strangers” Leila looked down at her legs and shifted uncomfortably in her chair as she looked outside.

"A werewolf could be a liabilty " he thought "but an arch-mage, she could be very useful"

"Well Aergis, you much stouter than any elf i have ever seen before, and look to have a good sword arm. And Leila, dont think i missed how you delt with that thug in the crowd. Quite impressive for someone as young as you, As far as your motivation, its some of the most pure i have seen yet today."

He gathered the papers and put them in the same pile as Baraine's. "Find lodging for the night, i will speak to you again in the morning."

He stared off into the crowd as he thought"A werewolf may be a strong ally to have, and not to large of a problem if he gets out of hand, after all how many of his kind have i slain before? As for the girl, she has power dwelling within her that would surprise her even." He tuned and looked at the next in line in this bizzare group of beings.

His comments made her smirk. After seeing the bunch that had been standing outside Baraine couldn't help but agree with the man. After seeing the bit with the paper the rehead had no choice but to admit that some spells did have their uses. However, that didn't change her feelings towards them much.

As far as thinking herself as one of the lucky ones went... well... perhaps he was right. she appreciated the fact that the odds were in her favor and gave him a court nod in response. Baraine hesitated for a moment and considered asking the man for his name, but changed her mind and reached down to pick up her bag. He was right, no use in wasting time. She would probably be better off getting some rest and a meal anyways.

As she stood, she glanced over at the other folks that had come in with her. Baraine caught some of what one of the men said and paused to look at him for a minute. Him she would have to watch... carefully. She really had no desire to become any one's meal if he could not control himself as he said he was able to do.

Bah! She thought and moved on to find a comfortable enough inn.

The brawl that started in the front of the Crecsent moon ended as fast as it started. The burly man had come from inside the tavern, striking the large man's face with a pop. "Impressive.." The mans crumpled to the floor, wimpering in pain. His friends dragged him off to address his wounds.

The man that won looked up at Rai's perch and gestured for him to come down. Rai jumped down from his perch, landing in front of tavern entrance. He smoothed out his cloak, making sure it didn't reveal his weapons.
Some other people had been called, and he waited for his turn. There were 4 other people filling in a form of somekind. Rai was handed his paper, on were a few standard questions: Your name, skills, special abilities, and previous experience were all on there, as well as one final question, why are you wishing to undertake this quest?
"Pretty standard questions..." Rai muttered, he snatched a pen from the desk and scribbled down his answers

Name: Rai Haya'shi

Skills: Close-quarter combat and Dadao specialist.

special abilities: Infiltration, assassination (if need be) and espionage

previous experiences: I've been a proffesional freelancer for 10 years. Been serving my family since birth, usually in assassination's and battles between borders.

Why are you wishing to undertake this quest: Honestly? Money and Boredom.

He spun the pen between his fingers and tossed it back onto the table. "Here." Rai passed it back to the burly man and waited for him to finish reading,

"Honestly, I dont trust you. Not at all., ut your qualified, or at least more so than the rest of these morons. So, until then, consider yourself in, but dont push it. See you you in the morning, begone."

(OOC: sorry about the shortness, i am in class)

Sigma couldn't even decide how to go about the interview. He had seen brawls and fights, heard vulgar language and seen how some handled the others and immediantly knew he wouldn't get the spot, but what else could he do? He had traveled for a while to get here... and he wasn't the kind to chicken out at the last minute.

He was near the door now, but it seemed that some people didn't know about common curtaisy, so he was constantly being passed by. "Oh well," he thought, "as long as they don't run out of paper..."

Was there a reason he was here? Could he have an actually whisp of faith that he had chosen the right thing to do? Again he found himself saying, "There is nothing else to do..."

He thought back to his old village, about his training in that rouge school he loathed, about his wife-to-be...

"Ex," he thought. His ex-wife-to-be had ran out on him, saying he had devoted to much time to his job. But he would show her... her and the rest of those immecielces...

"He was a pretty good shot with a bow and even better with a sword, but his best attribute was dual weapons: two sharpened sheilds, two daggers, two swords, heck, if he couild pick up two battleaxes he might be good with them.

He stood beside the door frame, waiting...

Just after noon, Aggronak relized that he was not even close to being half way done with the crowd. Looking out the window, he noticed the small elf looking creature still sitting on its bag, calmly waiting. His curiosity raised, he excused himself and walked out side to get a closer look. Upon closer examination, he relized he was looking at a Drow, a rarity in this part of the land. He told the drow to wait for him inside.

Upon reentering the tavern he noticed a man waitng patiently by the door. Waitng calmly as others budged around him. Aggronak respected the mans patience and motioned for him to join the rest at the table.

((OOC: I'm just gonna go a little bit more into this guy's background and such for development purposes... >.<))

Harsh.. shoulders slumped, he walked out of the tavern. There were still so many people gathering around, it was hard to breathe without gagging at the stench these 'men' gave off. Rai opened up his leather bag and fished out his coin bag. He took a peek inside. Only 50 silver!? that was barely enough for a meal around these parts. He sighed, with no money, he wouldn't have a place to stay for the night, and already the sun was starting to sink.

The boy walked up to his previous perch, he jumped and sat on the branch. He had a good view of the sunset from up here. He leaned on the tough trunk of tree silently watching the sun slip down towards horizon. He took off his cloak, revealing his broad swords. When put together in the same sheath, they have the appereance of being a single sword which Rai liked. Surprises are always fun.
He put those in his lap and wrapped them in his cloak.

After a few minutes had passed he quietly slipped his hand in his pocket, pulling out a small piece of paper. It was a tattered old picture, its edges frayed. On it was Rai, when he was younger, about 9 or 10, and on his lap was a toddler. His gaze was fixed on her delicate face. Umi...are you well? Big brother'll come home soon. With enough money to pay for everything you've always wanted too... His eyes softened, thinking of his little sister at a time like this. How home sick am I?

He thought of his sister and grandmother on the outskirts of the village. His parents were killed during the war, leaving him and Umi alone with their grandparents. Money was a scarce thing, and the only thing of value was his grandfather's precious heirlooms: the weapons he was entrusted with, and the fierce fighting techniques of his once-royal family. He trained since childhood, learning the essentials needed to be a most capable warrior, to protect himself, his country, and most of all, his family.

He carefully tucked the picture in his breast pocket letting his hand rest over his heart. "Big Brother can do anything Umi, don't you worry..." he closed his eyes, shutting out the blinding sunset.

Sigma walked into the oddly empty room, finding that there was only one table and a few chairs. It was nice little set up, but they probably shouldn't have publicized this so much. I was also nice to know that his patience had paid off for something, very nice indeed...

Sigma was handed a pen, so he looked down at the items that needed his answer: Name?, Skills?, Special Abilities?, Previous Experinces?, and an odd one, Why Are You Wishing to Undertake This Quest?

He filled them out in his scrawl of handwriting, which the large man would probably mark him down for, taking his time to ponder each one, as if a riddle that required thought... even on his own name.

Name?... Sigma

He brushed his few curls out of the way of his face... he often found himself wishing he had a haircut, but he remembered when he was young and vowed never to cut his hair... a silly vow, but a vow none the less...

Skills?... Nothing more anyone else could do with enough training, but I think myself pretty good at duel wielding weapons. Right now I have three daggers, a bag of poison needles, and of course my bow and quiver. I know you can see all of them if you look closely.

Previous Experinces?... I train everyday, hoping to get better. I have been in a few skimishes on the divided islands of my home, who always feud, but in the end my tribe always won. Not to be bragging, but we train our young at a young age to fight... the feuding isn't likely to end soon after all.

Why Are You Wishing to Undertake This Quest?... I guess... overall I just don't have anything else to devote my time to, I honestly never thought about it. I give you my word of honour to use my every fiber to make this quest succeed, and my word of honour is nothing to be taken likely.

Appearently Sigma had finished last, but at least time has left and he was that much closer to finding out how he should prove himself to his Island... and when he could see the palms that grew there again...

As Leila and Aergis made their way out of the inn quitely those who were crowded outside rushed in very quickly, Leila couldn't be bothered to doge them... it was more like they were doging her after seeing her small show, Aergis however just rammed whoever is unfornate enough to smash into him and his full plated armor to the ground as he walks over them without stepping on them. "I presume, that man's in your big head?" questioned Aergis as he looked over to his sister whose emotions was cold and a heartless, "His more then just a simple messager, and quickly allowing us to join in this... 'mission'even after we told him that you can change into that, he didn't hesitate at all, the king must have great or even... ... ...greater expectations on him then any of us would expect, But he doesn't know how you look as a werewolf... yet" Leila's voice started to died down near the ending of the sentence, And Aergis continued it, 'hitting' on his breast plate making a slight clank sound, "He'll come to know that i'm no, normal werewolf that anyone have seen" "you seem to be proud of it...Brother" Leila interrupted as her brother nodded in agreement, "I'll just check your armor's magic abilities before we sleep tonight, I'll recharge or enhance it if there is a need to" Aergis continued to nod his head.

As they continued to walk down the dusty path, in front of them were the villagers busy with their own lives and business, while behind them was a utter racket and mess, they found themselves soon in front of the inn that they have stayed in for the past 3 days, 'rosy rose', "cheeky name..." whispered Leila to herself as they made their way in once again, They turned to the inn keeper as she gave a large smile and a wink to the both of them, "I knew both of you would be back!, how many nights this time?" "one" answered Aergis as they placed a few gold pieces onto the counter, the innkeeper produced the same key from before, Leila took the key and went up following behind her is her brother.

ooc: common guys, dont leave me please lol