Dalo had no thought is his mind that the undead would be able to harm a creature such as him. But even if a fight started Dalo had no doubt that that man would be surprised at the end result of the skirmish. He may had fought the mortal followers of the Necromancer Order, but an Elder's stamina and strength were nearly unlimited.

"You shouldn't be so over confident" Dalo scolded Jazir "He wasn't prone to backing down, He seemed over confident but the guards would have done little to stop him."

The undead move back to their duties without saying much.

Dalo moves his hand, wishing for Jazir to follow. "Let us take you back to the caravan, your father must be worried, and we can use with a good rest"

As Dalo walks with the younger man his mind drifts to the Felstones.. he speaks aloud, not talking to anyone.

"Felstones eh?" Dalo gives a small laugh "We havent heard that story for over 500 years" Although he appears like a 60ish aged man, he speaks as if he experienced the ancient times.

Da and Lo argue within Dalo's mind.

Felstones do not exist, they are just a myth.
You have no lived long enough to know that And so on.

Dalo rubs his hands on his temples whole they argue.

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The Caravan appears within the line of sight of the two men. The children playing in the grass, and the men running the stalls. The battle not fazing a merchant's hard determination.

Stopping suddenly he turns his head to the younger boy.

"Before we go further, we wish to know why did the man ask about the Felstones?"

It was a thought that puzzled Dalo and his two personalities.

Before an answer could be muttered "JAZIR!!" was heard in a yell to the left of the two men.

Turning his head his eyes take in the sight of Jazir's father walking up the small hill. But from this distance it cant be told if he is very glad, or extremely angry.

Jazir smiled when the man from the tavern threatened him. Jazir wondered if he was a fool for not being afraid. He didn't care. Jazir always got out of trouble somehow. And if he didn't, oh well. Death did not scare Jazir. Jazir was not courageous, he was not strong, he was not good with any type of weapon, he hated to fight and had almost zero self esteem. But Jazir was hardly ever truly afraid of anything. This was not because of any emotion in particular. He just wan't afraid.

Dalo scolded him for his overconfidence. Dalo shook his head and laughed luightly. "Confidence? If I had to live off of confidence for a week, I'd die of starvation. I just figure, things will happen when they happen and there's not much I can do about it. Might as well have some fun while I'm at it." Jazir shrugged. His nonchalance spawned not from pride or delusions of grandeur, but from simple indifference itself.

Jazir shifted a bit on his feet and told Dalo. "About that caravan... I've been disowned. I can't go back..." He saw Dalo walk ahead in the way of the caravan, apparently he hadn't heard him. Jazir sighed and just followed him. He'd find out soon enough.

Dalo asked Jazir about the felstones. "You've heard that story? There was a wise old sage at The Harbingers Cabin." Now that Jazir thought of the name, he laughed at the irony. Then Jazir continued, "Err, anyway," He said, trying to forget about the random seemingly unwarranted laugh, "He told the children a story. About how the god of the atmosphere, Mago got pushed by Dundo, the earth god and he dropped the world. Then we became factitious and the water god, Belor made something called a felstone to keep balance. But one day, the trickster god, Fondu scattered them and that's why the Wars are so out od control. That man asked about the felstones because... well... I think he is going to search for them... I don't know what he wants with them though..."

They approached the caravan once again and he saw his father running down angrily screaming. "JAZIR GET OFF THE CARAVAN GROUNDS I TOLD YOU TO GET LOST!"

Jazir looked at his feet and sighed. "I tried to tell you before. I'm disowned now... I can't come back. Later." Jazir said, as he walked towards the rest of town.

Jazir walked into a bread store and with some of his leftover money, and that wasn't much, he bought some bread and a bag. He would need food on his journey, after all.

Dalo turns his head to the father, a glare that could stop the flow of blood stop the father in his tracks.

"Before you run your mouth like some drunken lawyer, listen to what we have to say." The venom in his voice can almost be seen hanging in the air.
"Even though he is not allowed to live here, he is still able to pay for wares and a bed."

Dalo takes a step closer to the man. Seeming to tower over the man. "Which he will do, and you will allow"

With that Dalo turns his head back to the way the boy went, running after him.

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Lo's voice is heard laughing at the show of force, ringing within Dalo's head.

"Jazir" he pants while he catches up to the boy. "Your father had a change of heart, you are welcome to stay for the night. For a fee I will provide"

Seconds later a group of soldiers surround the two men.

"My Lord"

The head guard spoke, fear in his voice, "The King wishes his audience with you. We have been ordered to escort you to him.

Dalo sighs before saying. "Very well then, we will go."

Turning his head to the boy he adds. "Head back to the caravan, tell you father I will pay him when I return."

With that the guards flank the old man, and escort him to the palace.

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Minuets later Dalo stood in the King's chamber. Along the way Da sent the rusted guards to follow Dalo into the palace, of which the guards didn't seem to mind.

Now surrounded by his own guards, Dalo looks up to the King.

"How may we help you?"

The King wasted no time in cutting to the chase of his rude calling.

"We are prepareing a massive counter attack in the Lanock lands." He says full of pride. "And we want you leading the attack, your magic and undead will demoralize the armies of the Lanock, We will crush their city's within weeks."

He stops letting a moment of Drama before saying "So, will you help us?"

Dalo wastes not time before saying.

"Sorry, we cant help you."

The before the king loses his smile Dalo goes on.

"I am a necromancer elder. Not some weapon of war. I only helped defend your city in fear of innocent civilians beings hurt."

With that Dalo turns to leave. Red flushes of anger flashes within the King's eyes.

"SEIZE HIM!" He cries, in which is guards rush to attack Dalo.

"Fool" Dalo mutter before turning to meet the attackers.

Within seconds Lighting flashes from a single hand to arch around to the 6 attackers. As if the bolt was alive it weaves in and out of the small crowd, impaling 2 of them and surrounding the rest, sending dangerous bolts of electrically charge magic though out their bodies as it zig-zags around the group.

Dalo leaves the men dead on his feet.

The king, now looking fearful is pale, and his nails are almost broken sinking into the golden throne.

Dalo turns away from the king, and begins to walk out the door to the hallways. Some guards try to stop him, but a few bolts of impaling lighting leaves them dead, on the walls or floors.

Continuing this destruction Dalo makes his way out of the ,now burning, palace back to the caravan.
(I pressed the post button early by mistake, had to edit to get my full post up)

Jazir was handing the shop owner some money when Dalo came in. Dalo told Jazir about his fathers "change of heart." Jazir shifted a bit and didn't say anything. The caravan. He wasn't welcome there. He might be allowed to stay, but for a fee. And even then he wouldn't be welcomed. Jazir had heard from a passerby that his father was being charged with a fee. 5 gold pieces, in fact. Jazir wished he could help pay it, but he hadn't the money. Two guards came up and demanded Dalo's presence, so Jazir waved and left, heading back to the caravan, maybe he'd give it one more try.

He walked back in the direction of the caravan, and when he got there no one would meet his eyes. He had dishonored one of the most reputable trading caravans. A caravan that still traveled the roads of trade, even during The Wars. Jazir walked through the site as if he were walking down the aisle to his trial. To his doom. He was going to give the caravan a try, if only because Dalo told him he should. Jazir walked by a small camp where three young girls were stayiing with their Uncle. As Jazir passed by, the laughed at him. Jazir wished they would yell at him. Anger was much better than their silly laughter. Jazir looked at the ground and walked on. A woman walked out of her tent and yelled at him, "We don't harbor aliens in our camps!" She swung a broom in the air and went back inside. Jazir sighed, they viewed him as even a foreigner. he had done something bad, sure, but to totally deny his birthright of having a name? Of being a person? Not that foreigners weren't people... but it was as if they were calling him an animal.

As Jazir walked through the caravan's camps, he recieved various insults, rude comments and attacks on his character, both physical and verbal. Jazir rolled his eyes, "Screw this... I'm gone."

"Good riddance!" said a 5 year old girl who overheard him. Jazir looked at her sadly. Even the children hated him.

Jazir had had enough of the character bashing, enough of the hate. He stormed the stables, took his camel and left, towards Destri. He didn't know he was heading to Destri, or anywhere for that matter. He just wanted to be out of those camps. Whether or not he would see Dalo again was not on his mind.

After traveling on the slow-paced camel for two hours, Jazir was happy to see that he had stumbled upon an oasis. Or at least, his stomach was happy. His soul was still a bit vexed. Jazir dismounted the camel and brought him to the small pool of water. He let the camel have his fill and then he drank some water himself. Jazir opened the pack that was on his camel and fishing around, he was glad when his hand met a waterskin. He was afraid he had left it at the campgrounds. He poured it into the pool and filled it up. He put it back on the camel's pack and laid down on the ground. He sighed and looked up at the sky. The cloudless, emotionles sky. For no particular reason, Jazir's eys teared up and he started to cry silently. What the heck was he supposed to do? He didn't even know where he was heading. The wars would kill him, or starvation would. The camel watched his tears fall in the oasis and the camel made a noise. Jazir looked at the anxious camel and wiped off his tears. "It's okay, Dash, I'm fine." Jazir didn't know what came over him. Since when did he care about the future?

Jazir looked around and could see no one. Good. No one had seen him in that pathetic state. Dash the camel was still acting anxious and Jazir was confused. Jazir tried to get the camel to drink more, he was probably just thirsty. But the camel resisted drinking the water. Jazir raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Dash? The water's fine..." Jazir put his hand in the water and was about to drink some to show Dash, but his eyes widened instead. "Oh Dash... what's that weird feeling?" Something in the water felt powerful and made his fingers tingle. there was nothing before... Jazir moved his hand around and gasped at the strength. He had found its source, he pulled an object out of the water and found... a rock?

A rock. Jazir turned it over in his hand. The rock had a strange rune on it... Jazir's eyes widened again and he could hardlt breathe. "Maybe... Dash... this isn't a felstone, is it?" When Dash didn't respond, Jazir smiled. He must be going insane, talking to a camel. But Jazir was sure it was a felstone. It felt powerful. Maybe he did have a reason to be out here after all. Maybe his life didn't end with the caravan.

Only moments after the group had arrived in the king’s chamber, another man walked in and leaned against the wall. Darius looked at him and immediately felt a shiver run down his spine. Darius recognized the man as an Operor, creatures that inhabited the great wastelands of inner Lanock. The humans of Lanock and the Operor hardly ever interacted with each other, seeing as they lived in completely different parts of the country, but Darius had heard tales of Operor attacks on small villages. They showed no mercy, and were extremely deadly in combat. Why an Operor was in Gerlund was a mystery, but Darius wasn’t in any position to find out at the moment.

It seemed that the warlock also noticed the Operor walk in as well, and after acknowledging him he led the other man and the healer out of the room. The Operor walked after them, leaving Darius and the king along.

“Well then Commander,” the king said, “Why did you Lanockans decide to attack us all of a sudden? I was under the assumption that our nations did not have any hostilities.”

Darius chuckled. “Even if I knew that, I wouldn’t tell you, Gerlund scum.”

Furious, the king shouted, “GUARDS! Teach this Lanockan dog a lesson!”

The guards had disarmed Darius before he had entered the room, so he had no way of defending himself as they pummeled him with the wooden ends of their spears and kicked him when he went down. Darius began coughing out blood from his injuries, and the king laughed.

“That’s enough, take him to the dungeon and let him rot. I will question him when he decides to be more cooperative.”

Lifting him up, the guards dragged Darius out of the king’s chamber and down the stairs towards the dungeons. As they walked down the dark and narrow stairwell, Darius saw that the guards had left themselves open and decided to strike. He elbowed the guard on his right in the face and kneed the one on the left in his family jewels. Cowering over in pain, the left guard didn’t have a chance to defend himself as Darius smashed his fist into his face. Darius picked up the spear that the guard had dropped and impaled the right guard in the stomach. He turned around and skewered the other guard in the chest, kicking him down the stairs to dislodge the spear.

“Now,” Darius grunted, “time to get out of this place.”

He ran quickly back up the stairwell, down a hallway which was surprisingly empty, and into the king’s chamber. As he ran in, he witnessed the warlock killing several of the king’s guards with bolts of lightening. What the hell? Aren’t they on the same side? Darius ran back into the hallway and crouched to observe the situation from a safe distance. The warlock killed several more guards who ran into the room and walked away from the king, setting fire to the palace as he went. Panicking, the king got up from his throne and ran down the hallway, straight into Darius. The king tripped over Darius’ crouching body and did a front flip in midair, landing on his face as he hit the floor.

Darius stood up and walked over the king. He kicked him over so that he could see his face, pointed the spear at his throat, and laughed.

“Well now, look who the dog is now.”

“Yo-you wouldn’t dare to kill me!” stammered the king, now shaking in fear, “I am the king of Gerlund!”

“That’s exactly why I’m going to kill you,” Darius said coldly.

Now outraged, the king shouted, “Bastard! If you slay me, my son will personally lead the armies of Gerlund into Lanock and burn your kingdom to the ground! He will spare no one!”

Darius smiled. “I look forward to defeating him on the field of battle then.” He lifted up his spear in preparation to strike. “Consider this our official declaration of war, Gerlund pig.” Darius smashed the spear into the king’s throat and walked away, leaving the king to bleed to death.

Locating his confiscated sword, Darius grabbed it and unsheathed it, preparing himself just in case there were any more guards. As Darius ran towards the entrance to the lobby, a flaming section of the palace roof fell inches in front of him, almost crushing him to death. Shit, I have to get out of here before I’m burned alive! He ran towards the balcony, where the warlock had led the other two out, and ran into the healer and an old man he didn’t recognize.

“What are you two still doing here?” Darius asked frantically, “The building’s about to collapse, we have to get out of here!” Darius looked down to the ground. “It looks like the only way is down, can you two make the jump down there?”

Upon reaching the gate Dalo meets two more guards, one being the captain. Not wanting to waste his power Dalo approaches the two, wide eyed, men.

"My lord" The captain spoke. "What has happened?" his hand curls around the hilt of his sword as he speaks. Knowing full well of Dalo's betrayal from the stories of fleeing guards and servants.

"We have no idea" Dalo lied between his teeth, "When we were on the way to the king's chamber, some kind of brawl broken out, which created the fire." Dalo gives to the captain, waiting for his move.

Hoping to catch the Necromancer by surprise the captain let out a yell. "YOU LINING CUR!" pulling his blade from its sheath, resembling a samurai, and swinging upward the Dalo with the same motion.

The sword swishes though air seconds later. Dalo who sidestepped around the attack, spins on the tips of his toes around the rest of the captain. Reaching back in his spin his left hand grips onto the wrist of the captain. He defy s the physical bounds of the captain's body by bending the wrist and entire arm, stretched out behind the captain's back. With Dalo's foot planted on his back.


The captain lets out a cry of surprised as his shoulder is strained, but not broken from the position. Dalo leans his head down to the ear of the whimpering man.

"And this arms goes..."
"Oh god please no" The captain cries.
"Slowly and slowly"
"Please, forgive me!!"
"Until we hear the"
"No I didn't-"

'CRACK!!!!!'

The sicking noise is heard before it is drowned out by the captain's scream. His arm, was cracked backwards at the elbow over Dalo's knee.

Dalo lets the man scream for a few minuet's before pressed the arm closer to his back with some force. Driving the blade still in the captain's grip into the poor soul's back. Which pushes the entire blade though the man's back. With a fourth of it protruding from his chest.

The man stops screaming, and looks down to the blade in his chest. Shock takes over his body and he begins to grow cold, starting from the blade wound.

Grabbing onto the man's collar he drags the dieing captain to the middle of the street. Leaving him in the open to be discovered by the other guards. He looks like a image out of silent hill, with his head leaning back on the wall, eyes wide and a scream still snarled on his face. The misshaped limb is supporting his body at an angle.

Leaving the man to die Dalo turns on his heels back to the Palace.

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Hands raised, Dalo exerts his magical pressure along the fires. Where it grows in density within the flames. Flicking his fingers like a conductor at a symphony. The magical pressure within the flames pushes it up, down, left, or right. With the flick of the fingers.

Dalo gives a laugh as he causes the flames to move in zig-zag motions of the palace. But he soon grows bored with playing the the flickers of flame so, with a dramatic raise of both hands the flames slowly rise from the building to hang in the air just above the palace.

And dropping his hands and, much like a conductor on a dramatic note, he tilts his head to look to the floor in unison with the rapidly falling hands.

The fire, moves to the building with amazing speed. The sudden retraction, and expansion of air causes small explosions to dot along the large palace.

He turns his body to the caravan as he ignites the magical energy within the flames, causing a massive explosion to ripple across the city.

With the flames of the palace behind him in the background for a dramatic flair, Dalo move his hands in a flicking motion just above his hood. Which then follows the motion on it's own to flip onto Dalo's head. Hiding his features.

He then begins to walk to the caravan.

(By the time he starts playing with the fire, you guys should be out of the palace. )

Avo walked around the palace, not knowing how to get out. He should of followed his prey when he had a chance but didn't, he was to deep in thought. He soon smelled smoke. 'What a pain' He thought jogging to find away out. After a minute he found nothing. He looked around a saw a Human Lanockan fleeing, Avo followed him to a balcony.

"Haguuls, Tor ni shukil !" He yelled grabbing the woman and the Lanockan and jumping off the balcony. He hung in the air for a while, then fell to the ground with a thud and a crack. He threw his two loads of humans to the ground and pushed himself up. "Man'ari !" He screamed as his leg clearly was broken and bleeding. Still standing he grabbed the boned and forced it back in place with another crack. Breathing heavy, he stumbled over to the Human male.

Why did he just save scum like this, humans what a waste of space, all they do is battle one another for dominance. They should do what the Operor did, atabish who's the most powerful at the beginning then just let fight over truly important substances, like food, or water. And this one is the worst, a warrior that runs from pain and death from its enemies.

.)) Haguuls, Tor ni shukil = Dogs, Jump or perish; Man'ari has no literal definition because it is used as a substitute when there is a lack of words to describe exactly how deeply horrible and "wrong" something is. Like a curse word. ((.

A trail of bodies followed Dalo's walk. Guards just couldn't seem to leave him alone. Most of the guards were dead, ether horribly mutilated or impaled onto walls with their their own swords and spears. Some of them were still alive.

A man moans while hanging from a wall. Both his Dagger and sword were driven in though both his shoulder blades and the solid rock wall of a building. While another man rocks back and fort with his knees bended to his chest.

Muttering.

'We could take him, we could take him, Rill says."
"but we couldn't, just made him mad"
"He didn't like the way Rill was taller them him, loped off his legs he did"
"He turned to me, his eyes, his eyes, HIS EYES!!"
"Make him look away mommy, I don't like his eyes."
"We could take him, we could take him Rill says."

The degrees of cruelty and body counts increases further down Dalo's path. Where he was getting annoyed with the constant guards.

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Upon entering the caravan, a short tempered Dalo quickly learns that Jazir is not here.
His mood is further tested when he learns of the treatment Jazir got, and why Jazir just left.

Although by now most of the men and women are shivering with fear, learning of the 'monster' from guards that manged to flee to the caravan for safety. A good amount of people felt pisses and angry at Dalo. Calling him names and even a few of the children threw rocks.

By now Dalo was extremely annoyed and the rocks and names didn't help his mood. Catching a rock with his left hand. He stares at the child who threw it. Crushing the rock in his hand he turns around and walks from the caravan.

Thinking that they scared him off, a few of the men cheered and such. But their cheers were cut short by the moaning sound of the undead army approaching the caravan.

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Within seconds the unholy horde tears it way into the Caravan. Man, Women, and Child. All fell victim to the onslaught. The smoke from the fires are seen for miles around the city. Dalo then orders his bloodthirsty horde to finish the job with this town. The, now large, undead force begin to attack the city from the inside. Screams were heard and fires were started as the Horde tears though the city. Attacking anything that is liveing.

The undead with the most magical power would transfuse the excess energy into their victims and because of the fact it takes very little magic energy to resurrect a fresh corpse a single one of the undead would be able to convert 5 bodies before wearing out.

Within seconds the horde has doubled it's size. With stronger and better equipped bodies in it's ranks. The army seems unstoppable compared to the weakened forces of the City.

Jazir looked over the stone. He could not read magic, so he had no idea wha the stone said. But even if he could read magic, the markings looked old and far different from the runes modern wizards used. Jazir shrugged. The way the old sage had told him the story, it didn't seem like you had to know what the words said. He just had to find the stones, bring them all together, and not have a tainted heart, as far as he knew. Of course there was probably alot more to the story than Jazir knew at the time, but Jazir always liked to use things he knew to create logic.

Jazir sniffed the stone and threw the stone at a nearby cactus. It smelled like a rock, stayed in form like a rock. Stayed in the same place like a rock. As far as he could see, the felstone, if indeed it was a felstone, was just like any normal rock he had come into contact with. Except for one thing. The stone was warm, and not a natural warm. It seemed to radiate with magical heat. It was like the stone was saying "Hey, yo, I'm not your regular stone. I'm powerful, son." Jazir shook his head. Why did such silly thoughts run through his mind. Jazir picked the stone back up off the ground and sat down by Dash, who wanted a nap.

"Hey... Dash, we gotta get moving! It's no time for a nap..." Jazir sighed. It looks like he'd be waiting for a bit. Dash was a stubborn camel and would make his life miserable if he were to be awakened. Jazir didn't plan to fall asleep, he was going to keep watch just in case someone came after him for stealing the camel. Looking into the distance, Jazir thought he might have seen a bit of smoke. He shrugged and looked back at the stone. But before he knew it, exhaustion claimed his mind and he fell asleep...

Jazir was in a circular room. The walls and floor were elaborately decorated. The room was empty and cold and seemed as if it had been that way for a very long time. There were more runes in rings around the walls. But this time, Jazir could read them. Jazir ran his finger over one line and read it. It read:

"Will creates order."

He read the line after that:

"Order has created the stones."

There was another line:

"But man has forgotten how to create order."

And the one after that:

"So man must look at what order creates to understand what order is."

Another:

"Only by understanding what order is, can man create it."

And the last line of that ring:

"The only question left is : Does man have the will to uncover what order has created, does man have the will to strive in their understanding of what order has created?"

Jazir stared at the wall. Order... created the stones? So the stones weren't order. They were like... a memory of order, a ghost of order... Will creates order. And order created the stones. Jazir was still very much confused. Maybe if he read another ring, he would understand... But lo! Before Jazir could set his eyes on another ring, a giant gray owl came in from the window and stood in his way. Jazir looked at the owl. "What is it?"

"I do say, child, quite reckless of you to move on to unknown knowledge without fully understanding the knowledge you have just recieved. Worry not, child. You shall know all you need to know. Or rather, all you should know." The owl seemed not to need to blink, for he stared so long at Jazir.

"Who are you?" Jazir asked, very much confused.

"I am the guardian of The Scroll. You may call me Neffini."

"Why am I here?"

"Why are you here? Why is anyone here?" Asked the owl in a thoughtful way.

Jazir wanted to asked more questions but he was becoming less substantial. He was beginning to wake up.