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Jazir, now an old sage, rocked in his rocking chair as he watched his grand children. The children were playing and bumped into a wooden shelf, knocking several things over. His grandson hastily picked up what had fallen and began to put it back before their grandfather could yell at them. As he was picking the stuff up, his hand came in contact with a strange stone. The stone felt as if sheer power was coming from the stone. The boy forgot about the mess he made and went up to Jazir. He asked, "Grandfather, what is this stone?"

Jazir opened his eyes, for he was snoozing before. He blinked a few times to adjust to the light. Jazir looked at what his grandson was talking about and he smiled. Not necessarily a kind smile, but not a sinister one either. It was the smile of an old nostalgic man. "Aye, Derik. That there is a Felstone. Do they teach about The Stones in class?"

The boy named Derik was confused and shook his head. "What is a Felstone?"

Jazir frowned. Surely they should learn of The Stones in school! It seems, like other things, it was up to Jazir to teach his grandson the great history of the world. "It's a shame they don't teach it in school. They saved the world once, don't you know. Come, and I shall tell you the story of the Felstones and how they saved the world..."

Once, long ago, back in my day... the 5 countries of Derfund were not as friendly as they are today. Quite the contrary, Derik, they were at war. Their reasons for war varied greatly, but there was always a reason for everything. There were so many reasons, in fact, that no one person could keep track of them all, so no one even remembers the original reason for The Wars.

The world was amock in ignorant chaos, there seemed to be no hope for anything even relatively normal. Taxes were put into action to fund The Wars, food was rationed. In some cities, the penalty for ill-thought toward The Wars was death. The merchants were afraid to leave their country for fear they would be attacked. You see, Derik... that's where the Felstones came in...

A group of kids are throwing rocks at eachother. One of the kids missed and accidenly threw a rock throught the window of Skrothn's house thus hitting him in the head while he was reading. out of anger Skrothn pulls out his bow and arrows. He screams out his window at the kicks saying," Hey little pipsqueeks, its been a while since I had moving targets." He then aims his bow and fired one shot hitting the kid who hit him on the head with the rock in the foot. Skrothn then said, "If you throw another damn rock in my window I'll aim at your head."

The kids then ran away in panic and went home for milk and cookies.

Skrothn then picked up the rock and noticed it felt like power was coming out of the rock. He then threw the rock into the corner of the room and went back to reading the iliad.

It was a bright-- very bright, hot-- very hot, day in Gerlund. It was the type of day when people would much rather stay inside their houses. But said people never got to do just that, because everyone needed food, among other things. And the bazaar was outside. Jazir was just rolling out of his bed at midday. He yawned and stretched before he noticed that he was not in his room alone. "Errr... Hi Pa..."

"Hello Jazir." Jazir's father looked at him with an intensity un-challenged by any entity known to man. Jazir smiled sheepishly and tried to make himself look small. "Jazir, you were supposed to set up the stall at dawn and yet I see you getting up at midday! You have 28 years under your feet yet you act as if you were only 4!"

Jazir twiddled his thumbs and averted his gaze from his father. "Terribly sorry, Pa. I uh, was having a nice... dream...?" Jazir looked down. He wanted to slap himself. What a stupid excuse! Curse his tongue!

"Jazir, you best get into shape or the caravan will kick you out. A mouth that eats and does not sell is a mouth we have no need for!" With this, his father stormed from the tent.

Jazir sighed, and slipped on his clothes. He had no idea if they were even put on right, as he was not paying any attention. He had a place to be, people to see, and despite his fathers reprimanding tone, Jazir was always on Time. Unfortunately he was only ever on Time to places he wanted to be, with people he wanted to see. And he did not want to do work. Jazir slipped out the back of the tent and skipped down the dirt road to a small building called The Harbinger's Cabin. It was a tavern. Jazir didn't know nor care why it was named as it was. He opened the door and sat at the first chair he found. As he waited, he hummed and played with the chair, leaning back in it and forward and just plain jumping around. He accidentally bent it back too far and fell down on his back.

"Hello... Jazir." Said a voice.

Jazir opened his eyes and looked into the face of a seemingly crazed man. He was smiling wickedly and his un-even hair made the scene perfect. "Hey Leroy. What's up?"

"I should ask you that. After all, you're facing that direction." The man increased his smile and finally helped Jazir to his feet.

Jazir smiled back and asked the strange man, "So, what are we doing today?" Jazir was sure it'd be good. His ventures always were. Jazir had known Leroy for only a week, but he was very fun to be around.

Leroy seemed to be doing some calculating in his head. "What do you think about crashing a noble wedding? I hear the cook who made the cake has a... commendable record."

Jazir laughed. "Got it, let's go." And so the two headed in the direction of the noble party, exchanging jokes on the way.

"One more month." An elderly man sat and talked to himself, his legs crossed, his arms folded. His hands took out a small hourglass as he looked at it, his eyes squinted staring as another spec of sand fell to the ending. A loud cry got his attention as the magnificent bird he was perched on had landed without him noticing.

"Oh, here already..." The old sage smiled jumping off the creature. "I'm in your debt, Elison king of the skies..." he took his staff off the large eagles brown wings. Patting it softly as the bird ascended into a flight. A gust of dust floated off the ground causing the old man to cough weakly as the bird lifted itself up higher and higher. Its strong radiant wings mastered the air, it was truly a magnificent sight.

The old man walked as quick as his old feet could carry him. "Damn you Raziir..." The old man swore under his breath. "One more month and I reckon I'll be under the ground. Looked for a year, wasting time... searching for a cure that probably doesn't exist..."

He walked minutes in the sweltering sun, relaxing in the shade as his old limbs dried up all his energy. He sat in the corner of a shop and watched as the bazaar filled up with liveliness he too would join in on if his body wasn't so weak.

Trinith looked around the tavern with a grimace. There were too many people here, and unpleasant ones at that. If he didn't have Cedra with him, he wouldn't touch this place, or even this part of the world, with a ten mile pole.

Why are we here Cedra? he thought quite pathetically, turning to show her his pouting face. Cedra sighed, "Because I'm thirsty and so are you." Trinith rolled his eyes. To this day it felt weird when she spoke condescending to him, through him.

Fine, fine, whatever. How much money do we-- his thought was interrupted by the sound of laughter and a man making a fool of himself. "What the heck?" Cedra stood on the tips of her toes to look over some of the people at what had just transpired, but couldn't catch any of it, and the hush had dropped anyway. Have?

Cedra lowered herself down to the floor again, and gave Trinith a bemusing glare. "You have the money bag." Trinith shook his head. I thought you had it. You never thought anything contrary to that so... crap, we don't-- "Have any money," Cedra finished aloud. "Just great."

"What do you think about crashing a noble wedding? I hear the cook who made the cake has a... commendable record" Trinith popped his head up and looked in the direction of the voice. Cedra, how does that sound to you? Cedra looked back and forth between Trinith and the two men who were discussing the party, both now leaving.

"But I'm hungry now."

Trinith put his face into his palm, We can eat our fill later, and maybe swipe something for some money while we're at it. Cedra nodded, grabbing hold of Trinith's forearm, and started to pull him off in the direction the two men had left, trailing them from a distance.

Jazir and Leroy were approaching a noble's home. Only a noble would have the audacity to have a wedding in their own home. The noble family they were paying "respects" to today were called the Ramish family. The Ramish had been nobles since time itself began, and thus, they were the snootiest people in the city of Nash, Gerlund. Nay, perhaps even Gerlund itself. Jazir had no feud with anyone, but if he had to have a feud with someone, it would definitely be the Ramish family. And not a soul would reprimand him.

"So... Jazir. Can I ask you an important question? Like... a personal one." Leroy asked.

Leroy's anarchic hair was blocking his face, so Jazir couldn't tell what his expression was. "A personal question?"

"A very personal question."

"...Sure, shoot." Jazir wasn't sure what his friend was getting at and was nervous for some unknown reason.

"Why are your clothes on backwards?" Leroy asked as he turned his face so that Jazir could now see. Upon seeing the bewildered look Jazir now sported, Leroy cackled with insanity and slapped Jzir on the back. "What did you expect me to ask, boy?" He continued to laugh.

Jazir shook his head, what a strange guy. "Err, guess I got dressed in a rush, huh..." Jazir laughed with Leroy. Jazir shifted his clothes around so he didn't look like a fool. They both looked at the Ramish house. People were flooding in, basically every noble in a five town radius was coming. Jazir shook his head agaain. people were insane. "Now is the perfect time. We can get lost in the mob."

Leroy nodded "Mmm... We have followers 7 meters back, just so you know. No! Don't look... Looking makes you suspicious. Ignore the two, let's mess this wedding up." Leroy jumped into the large mob, followed by Jazir. Leroy walked to a wall and tested it. "We can climb this, Jazir. To the top." The two climbed to the top of the building. There was no roof, for there was no need for one. This was the desert after all. The two walked around the perimeters, making sure they were not seen by the guests. Leroy started chuckling for seemingly no reason.

Jazir raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Leroy?" Jazir was confused. What was so funny?

Leroy pointed and said. "They have potted plants on their roof." Leroy picked one up. "So... bride or groom?"

"What?"

"Bride or groom?" Leroy asked once more.

"Bride. Groom porbably deserves it. The Bride will be more humorous."

Leroy grinned in satisfaction. Leroy watched the bride and groom recite their vows and at the end, he dropped a pot right over the brides head. The bride gasped and fell down, as everyone rushed to their aid. Leroy chuckled softly. "Priceless." The people looked up to the roof and Jazir and Leroy ducked so as not to be seen.

"So, what next?" Asked Jazir.

"We get what we came here for. The cake." Jazir was sure this meant Leroy had some type of shenanigan planned. Pretending to be a guest and taking cake didn't go with Leroy's nature. Leroy grabbed a rope out of his pocket and made a lasso. While everyone was busy helping the bride, he swung it on the chandlier and gave the other end to Jazir. "Your turn, my friend."

Jazir grinned. Cake time. When they brought the cake out, Jazir alligned himself with it and jumped off the partially existant roof. He swung down to the cake, ran smack into it and let go, falling on the ground with cake all over him. There was a large gasp throughout the wedding crowd and guards came to arrest him. Jazir didn't see that coming. His father would kill him!

Avo was sprinting after a young buck in a forest. He has been after it for at least half a day and the deer was tiring. He deer collapses panting as Avo ponced at the chance. Crushing its ribs Avo grabbed one of it's antlers. Pulling and turning the horn the buck yelled and screamed in pain. A snap echoed in the forest and Avo held the horn in his hand. Bleed and defeated the deer looked into the eyes of the victor, maybe asking for compassion. Using the horn Avo impaled the Bucks neck, blood fountain out from the wound then as the pressure decreased the wound flowed like a crimson stream. Taking the leg of the beast Avo ripped it off sending fur, blood, and bit of flesh in to the air. Ripping off more fur he made himself a spot to bite into. Snicking his teeth into the leg, he rocked his head to rip of his bite and send it down to his stomach. 'How unsatisfactory.' he thought as he threw a leg down to meet with the body. He walked away from the scene leaving it to the animals of the forest to fight over.

Coming out of the forest he reached a town. Convivially he found a money purse some idiot dropped and went to the tavern. He ordered himself an Ale. While in wait he over heard a convention about a noble wedding. One convince after another, he grabbed his Ale and payed the man. He got up and went to the door when some man stopped him.

"Your that Beast from the Dessert." He said ,obviously illiterate.
"And if I am ?" Avo responded not fearing the taller man in front of him.
"Well then my job just got easier." He Grabbed his axe from his back and swung it down.

Avo quickly reacted before the axe hit the floor. He jumped to the side and up to the rafters, at this time wood and axe merged. As the Axe landed, Avo jumped landing one hand on his shoulder then drawing his knife and stabbing it vertically in the man's neck. Avo jumped down still holding the blade causing the blade to run down to the top of the rib cage. Swinging his body, Avo kicked the man thought the window. He walking out the door and over the body of the beaten man. He bent down and ripped out his knife and wiped it with the man's shirt before putting it away. Looking around he found the way to the wedding and walked to the direction.

Dalo sat near the wedding, entertaining a small bunch of children by flicking a coin into his left hand and making it vanish with a wave of the right. For added effect he would ask one of the little ones to come forward. And waving his right hand next to the boy's ear, it would seem like he pulled it from the tough noggin, sending the children laughing and laughing. It was a trick that never seemed to get old, no matter how many times he done it.

Yawning he stretches his back with a lean. He has been traveling with a trade caravan for 3 weeks now. Paying for it with cheap magic tricks and bone chilling stories that are bound to bring in easy gold. Alas, there was always the fear of being recognized. Oh how he hated that, between the screams or the constant requests for power Dalo grew quite weary of his status. Which is why of course he prefers to travel with Caravans, people with little need for magic. (Besides the occasional scam of course) And way aways from the Halls, and major cities. Not many people stay on the lookout for Necromancer Elders. So he has little to fear.

The commotion caused by the old man and Jazir, who he recognized as one of the men from the caravan, caused him to turn his head. Seeing the ridiculous sight spread out before him Dalo tries to suppress a laugh. "Well now" Da's ghost like voice whispers in Dalo's head. "That isn't something you see everyday" With a shrug Dalo slowly rises to his feet, shooing the kids off. And slowly walks to the wedding. Flipping his hood down to his neck as he walks.


"We will take him" He speaks in a commanding yet soft whisper that is heard by everyone in the room, near and far.
The chaos stops as all eyes turn to look at Dalo, who prays that the somebody recognize him, just this once.

He didn't like attention but,
He didn't want to cause a bloodbath.

Jazir laughed foolishly and spat cake out. He could see Leroy on the roof. Jazir took the frosting he had in his hair and molded it into a style, despite the guards advance. "You like? ...no? Perhaps sprinkles would make it... better..." Jazir realized that the people were not in a joking mood at all. They looked more like the would slay him on the spot. Jazir hastily wiped of the frosting. "Nice wedding ou have here, luck to you both... uh, great cake... Terribly sorry, gotta go!" Jazir tried to run but the guards caught him and held him still. Jazir saw Lero's figure disappear. Perhaps to help him? Jazir certainl needed help... if his father found out...

"Listen punk, you ain't goin' nowhere! Where do you live!?" The guard bellowed into Jazir's ear, making him dizzy.

"Uh, live? I--"

A man came over to see the rucus and Jazir recognized the man, sort of. What was his name again... Dari.... Marlo... Dalik... Dalo! His name was Dalo. He was traveling with his fathers caravan! Whether it was good or bad that dalo saw him, Jazir didn't really know. He didn't know Dalo very well. maybe that was because he didn't know any of the caravan very well... But surely Leroy would help him! Jazir was looking around. When will Leroy strike? Dalo told the guards that he'd take Jazir, the guards growled.

After bickering for a few minutes they decided, "Fine, you take that pile of rubbish to where he belongs. Lord Ramish will know his father and we will send notice of this lads foul deeds. Be gone." The guard waved them away.

Jazir smiled sheepishly. "Errr, hey Dalo..." Jazir laughed shakily. His dad would kill him. Utterly kill him. There was no doubt about it. "So... uh, thanks. Guess we gotta go to the caravan... Dad should still be selling things." Where was Leroy? Why didn't he help me?

Dalo gives Jazir a smile speaking. "You were in quite a mess there, to bad about your friend" Without explaining himself he guides Jazir, none to gently, past the giggling children and sitting him down on the log that Dalo was sitting on moments before.

"You know Jazir, there are many people in this world."

As he says this, he channels magical energy from his hand, forcing yellow sparks fly from both his open palms to hang in mid air, inches away from his face. The magical sparks form and twist into a dozen or so stick men.

The children's eyes light up with wonder as this light show.

"There are people who will help you" A few of the stick men turn a bright blue and walk to Dalo's open right hand.

"And those you what you for their own needs" The rest of them turn a dark Red and move to his left open hand.

"What you saw, what you did, was all for that man's amusement, wasn't it?" He closes both his hands, letting both blue and red mix to reform into the neutral yellow.

This time forming a a long road with a lone man on it. "The road of life is full of many surprises" Both a red and blue figure appear along side the man. Both of them trying to pull him to their respected sides.

The blue man, showing peace, love, and a people who love you.

While the other man shows greed, power, and riches.

"It is up to you to decide your future, We just hope you think about that before you make anyway shady choices."

"Now then!" He stands up to pull on Jazir, with surprising strength. Your friend is hiding on that rooftop. He raises his finger to point at a rooftop.

Or, these people deserve a apology,." Raising his right hand to point at the Wedding.

The choice is up to you, but don't expect us to help you again if you get in more trouble.

Skrothn begins to pack his things for he has a meeting. He is meeting King Sharamen of Gerlund about a few caravans. Skrothn had sent two caravans, one of silk and one of exotic pets to Destri. A group of Gerlund raiders raided the caravans. This could be a sign of war but Skrothn would like to discuss this dilema. So Skrothn is pondering whether to bring some nachos or Chicken nugget for his snack for the road. He decides nachos because It's easy to drive while eating them. Skrothn brings 1000 soldiers with him on his trip in case of an emergency. He also brings that strange rock with him because it feels cool and it is sharp.

After days of travel Skrothn has reached Gerlund and approaches the palace of King Sharamen. It seems there was just a wedding at a noble's house and Skrothn wanted some cake but he knows he has more important matters to attend to.

A thought just popped into the head of Skrothn. How was it so easy for him to enter the country with 1000 soldiers and not be questioned or even noticed? It must be some big wedding.

He hears a kid tell his mom," Did you see that guy with the magic? Those stick figures of ight were so cool. Can I have some mommy? Please pleasepleaseplease pretty please? I WANT THEM NOW MOMMY!!!!!"

Skrothn has now entered the meeting room and The King stares at him and shows a very awkward smile.

OOC; What time line is this in? XD

Cedra and Trinith were tailing the two men as they traversed the crowds to a rather luxurious, compared to the immediate area that is, estate. When the two reached the walls, they began to climb up. Trinith, not being capable of such a mild task of physical strength, just looked over to Cedra.

"I know, I'll fly you in."

While the two men made they were up by their own strength, Trinith was carried over quietly, the people in the streets taking a strange lack of interest in the flying duo. Perhaps the dull of their lives and forced them into a rut they couldn't see out of. How sad.

As the landed softly on the roof they saw the men finish their climb. They seemed just as ignorant of their presence as everyone else was. Beneath them there was a gathering of fancily dressed persons in an open air structure, and directly beneath them was a lavish cake. Along the walls were a variety of wedding gifts that would fetch a pretty penny if sold to the right people.

We just need a distraction, and then we could take without getting caught. Almost as if on cue the two guys dropped a potted plant onto the bride and people began to crowd around her. That'll work. Trinith smiled, and Cedra smiled back, grabbing him taught and lowering him down, the two went to work, taking only the smaller and shinier trinkets before inching toward the cake. However, there was an unfortunate incident to hit before they got there. One of the two men, obviously the buffoon who early fell down, had some how landed in the cake, effectively ruining their meal.

“That little son of a--” Whoa, you're part angel, mind your... my mouth. Cedra glared at Trinith, but let her face dissolve into a more playful expression. She stuck her tongue out at him but reeled it back in as some guards stepped forth toward the cake covered man. “We best be leaving.”

But we came here for food.

“We can get food later!” Cedra quickly grabbed Trinith and flew up sooner than he expected, causing him to drop some of his load onto the ground. Crap. “Forget it, let's go before we're seen. You know fully well what havoc just seeing a nephilim would cause. We're not exactly met with open arms.”

Flying quickly out of the scene, the two rested on a nearby roof, distant from anyone. “Well that was a waste of time.” Cedra sighed and sat down, her legs hanging over the side. “I should've known better than follow a guy who can't even sit down correctly.” “No, it was my fault, I said I wanted to eat now and you gave in.” “And we still don't have any food... and it's all that idiot's fault.” “We could... have him part with some food as payment for ruining our attempts to part others from theirs.”

Trinith smiled and looked out into the streets below, scanning for the man, and he found him. “Alright Cedra...” Let's go.

The sun began to destroy the shadows at noon. Turan rose to his feet slowly, his staff played a major role in him being able to stand. His feet carried him past a church were a couple were getting married, quickly the scene delved into complete chaos, a plant fell on the brides head, a cake was seen splashing on a young mans clothes, which were backwards.

The city guards rushed towards the man, halting his advances on escape. Turan hadn’t got time for lingering, he knew someone would recognize his staff and think of his fallen order, be it friend or foe. Perhaps then he could have an audience with the King and his wisest scholar, and find information on a possible cure.

The young man was taken away from the guards and sat down. Turan continued to walk towards the Palace, approaching it his hands trembling. Would the King even believe him? He was of the Great White Mage Legion, the second highest rank in the Organization. The last time he had seen the King was years before the Witch King came to strike, when he was a young boy.

He smiled as he reached the Palace, he watched as the guards bowed, seeing his radiant staff, they let him through without a single question. He entered the palace.

“Halt! Master…?” A Knight approached him. His body was bombarded with weapons and armour, Turan began to wonder how he could possibly move.

“Sage Turan, of the White Mage Legion.” Turan croaked.

“That’s impossible!” A guard spat. “Master Turan was just a boy, the last time I saw him!”

“Imposter!” Another guard yelled, drawing his weapon.

“Enough!” The Knight yelled, interrupting the ruckus that had started. He turned back to Turan, who did not move an inch after being accused of lies. “Master Mage, it grows suspicious that you are seriously the Sage boy Tarin.”

“I am aware, trust me….” Tarin sighed. “I will explain everything, towards your King. I am in need of his help.”

Jazir listened, actually listened, to what Dalo had to say. He was enchanted with the magic. Or at least, that's the excuse Jazir made for actually having listened to the man. Jazir usually found what people had to say to be of little use and thus he didn't listen with gravity very much. But Dalo interested Jazir, he always referred to himself as 'we' or 'us'. Jazir would ask why, but he wasn't sure if that'd be rude. Jazir wasn't usually rude on purpose, only in the name of fun.

Jazir smiled when his shenanigan was mentioned. It was fun, it wasn't embarassing, it didn't hurt, it was just fun. He didn't do it out of spite either, just for fun. Even though he didn't like the Ramish family, he wouldn't wish lethal harm upon them. Jazir looked up to the roof. True, his friend had ditched him, and what Jazir did probably did amuse Leroy. But it also amused Jazir. Over the last week, Leroy had always done the finale, and Jazir was glad to finally have a chance to do one himself. Jazir didn't like that his friend had ditched him, but he would not deny the fact that he had fun. "Well, that whole scene was alot of fun but, I suppose they should get an apology, seeing as how its a wedding... Here I go." Jazir went to the front of the room and coughed obnoxiously loud to get peoples attention. Okay, so it wasn't the most subtle move, but who said apologies couldn't be fun?

So Jazir spoke, ignoring the angry and violent glares he was getting from the crowd. "Attention people!" He cleared his throat. "I come today on behalf of myself to extend an apology to the whole of the wedding ceremony. My actions were rash and silly and should not have been performed. I will never bother any of you again! I hope...err... I'm sorry." Jazir finished and looked back to the crowd.

He shouldn't have looked. An angry woman threw a baked potato at him and it hit him in the eye. And stayed there. Then a few guards started yelling. one said, "I thought he was sent home already! Get 'im outta here!!" The guards were circling in on him.

Jazir shrugged with great nonchalance. "Well... Can't say I didn't try." Jazir took the potato off his face and took a bite out of it. He winked, dropped it on the floor and started to do a jig as the guards advanced. The guards were momentarily confused and Jazir jumped, slid on the ground and under the legs of a guard. Jazir did 5 flips advancing on the door. People continued to throw food at him. At the door he bowed. "Thank you, thank you. I must be going home. So long!" Then he smiled and ran home.

The guards didn't follow him. Jazir walked the rest of the way to his dads merchant stall, thinking of what to say to explain himself. turns out, Jazir didn't get to say anything. His father started saying stuff, "Jazir! This is an outrage. A messenger arrived from the Ramish family. I know everything. Everything I DON'T want to know. Why do you disgrace our family like this!? We have a high reputation as one of the few caravans that stills travels during these wars and you have to go soil our family name, doing silly shenanigans! I have had it up to here with you, boy. You are 28 years old, it is time you supported yourself. Since being a merchant doesn't appeal to you son, you are banished from the caravan. Leave." Jazir stared at his father. His father stared back.

"But father, you don't understand! Please... just one more chance..."

"No"

"But-"

"No"

Jazir sighed and headed down to The Harbinger's Cabin. He didn't drink alcohol. But being around others that did might help. Jazir was not a bad kid, he was not a selfish or greedy or foolish kid. He was just cursed with bordom and being a merchant never appealed to him at all. Jazir went inside and sat down at a chair. He didn't fool with the chair this time. He put his head on the table. If it weren't for these cursed wars, his father wouldn't have an issue supporting him. If it wasn't for the cursed wars, Jazir could run to another country without fear of being shot down. Jazir sighed again. What now?

A very elderly man was in the center telling children folklore. Jazir subconsciously moved closer so he could hear. Stories always cheered Jazir up. This is what the old man said.

"Listen children and I shall tell you a tale. When the Gods created the world, it was whole and unmarked. The people upon it prospered. But one day while the god of the atmosphere, Mago, held the world in his hand, his brother, God of the land, Dundo, accidently pushed his brother. Mago dropped the world and thus was how the mountains, rivers, and countries were formed. Because of these boundaries, people became different and isolated, so that when they met others that were different, they no longer viewed them as brethren, but as monsters. This is why we have wars. But wars of the past were different than the Wars now. The Wars now are happening because Felstones have been scattered. A Felstone looks like a regular stone, but it has strange symbols on it and you will feel a magic-like energy coming from them. The Felstones were made by Belor, the God of water, in order to maintain some level of order. When the Felstones are together they are strongest. The trickster god, Fondu, scattered the Felstones as a joke. But we will only ever get peace again if they are restored. I am one of the very few who knows and soon, none will be left who know."

Jazir listened and raised an eyebrow. Felstones, huh...
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King Sharamen sits in his throne, staring at the man in front of him. Sharamen smiles. "Hello, Kaiser Skrothn der Kriegritter. What brings you here today?"

Avo came on too chaos of the wedding, he over heard what had happen from some specter. Apparently some Clown thought in would be a good idea to throw a plant at the bride and smash a cake. What a good time. He went back to the bar he came from and sat down exactly where he was originally, no one spook close to him and everyone avoided eye contact. It was nice having this much power, but no one derived to die by his hand, maybe a mugger would be a more suited killer.

The door open once and a man walked in a lay on a table. 'What a time to sleep.' Avo thought turning around again to face the other direction. He ordered an Ale and got it in no time, He Was being to take a swing when a old man began a tale. He turned to listen. The old man told about Gods and Felstones, what a load. Who would waste there time with some non-since like that. Well Avo would if he got paid too.

"Anach kyree" He called over to the story teller, "A-rul shach kigon" He raised his glass in a toast motion. Oh if they only knew Opei they have a different expression on there faces.

.)) Anach kyree = Miserable insect; A-rul shach kigon = I will eat you Heart ((.

Only a few weeks had passed since Darius had been reassigned to the Gerlund border, and starting from the moment he first stepped foot in Gerlund, he had hated every second of it. Born and raised in the cold, rigid north of Lanock, Darius had never been anywhere over 70 degrees. Unfortunately, the area of Gerlund he was stationed at was a huge gaping plot of sand with temperatures that constantly exceeded 90 degrees. But like it or not, he would have to get used to it.

Darius and his men were not the only people who had been moved from their previous positions; it seemed that Lanockan soldiers from all across the region were being redeployed to the border. Companies of foot soldiers arrived by the hour, and supply wagons were constantly shipping food and equipment to the newly built encampments. The reason for all of these troop movements was supposed to be kept under wraps, but it didn’t take a tactical genius to realize that an attack on Gerlund was about to take place.

It was on an especially hot afternoon that Darius got an order from his superiors to take a small force of soldiers down to a nearby city to seize and secure the surrounding area. Reports from spies indicated that a noble wedding was taking place that day, so if they were lucky they would be able to capture the nobles and take them as prisoners. After readying their weapons, going over their plan a final time, and saying their prayers, Darius and his men set off towards the city.

It took a little over an hour to arrive at the outskirts of the city, and by then most of the men were starting to feel the effects of heat exhaustion. However, despite being uncomfortable, they had been lucky enough to not run into any Gerlund border patrols on their way there. After a short rest, Darius ordered his men to move out. Carrying the Lanockan war banner overhead, with its purple and silver dyes heavily contrasting the orange and tan hues of the desert, the small army moved in unison towards the heart of the city.

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Sitting on a chair in a guard tower near the gate of the city was a Gerlund guard named Laz. As it turns out, Laz was one of the unlucky fellows who was chosen to be put on guard duty while the rest of the guards in the city got to attend the noble wedding. His officer had told him that the other guards had been assigned to “bodyguard duty”, but Laz knew that was just a nice way of saying that they got the day off. Angered that he got short end of the stick and exhausted from the sweltering heat, Laz decided to take an afternoon nap while he was still on duty.

Fortunately for him, and the rest of the city, Laz woke up at a very convenient time. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw a blurry image of a mob of people approaching the city gates from a distance, carrying something over them. Still groggy from waking up, Laz rubbed his eyes to get a clearer view. Opening his eyes once again, Laz realized, much to his horror, that the mob of people was actually a Lanockan army and the object over their heads was the Lanockan war banner. Laz was frozen in shock for a few seconds, but he quickly regained his composure and ran down the tower and towards the location of the wedding.

When he got there, it seemed that the wedding had gone horribly wrong. The bride was bleeding from her head, the cake was splattered all over the floor, and the guests present looked confused and disappointed. But Laz didn’t have enough time to wonder what had just happened; he needed to find his officer, fast. Quickly scanning the crowds of people, Laz found him shouting at a few other guards.

“What do you mean you just let him go?!” the officer screamed.

“B-but sir, we can simply get his father to pay a fin-”

“NO! Have that man arrested immediately! If you screw up one more time I’ll…”

“Sir!” Laz shouted, interrupting his officer.

“Laz?! What the hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on guard duty! Can’t anyone do anything-”

“Sir! We’re under attack!” Laz shouted urgently. His officer looked confused for a moment and said nothing.

“It’s Lanock, sir! They’re about to storm the city!”

The officer’s face darkened as Laz’s message finally got through to him. Shouting as loudly as he could, the officer cried out, “EVERYONE, TAKE SHELTER! WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!”

Dalo's head turns to the guard screaming about the attack. With widened eyes he turns to look down to, the now, frightened children.

"Damn" He thought to himself. His hands moving down to lightly pet one child's head. "Go home" Dalo tells the children quickly.

The kids scatter and split up around the town, each trying to make it to their respected homes, trying to fight though the mob of people.

"Da, I need some insight on this." Dalo mutters while pacing, catching the eyes of a few guards. Dalo can almost feel his other personality's presence when he spoke.

"Most of the Lanock people are superstitious, with little love for magic."

"While it government do accept groups, like the White Mages and Necromancer Order. Most of the people fear the use of magic, and its uses.

"They are coward who fear power that they do not understand" Lo chirped in

Before Da could think of a witty comeback. Dalo shh ed them, while made a hard turn to the left, to the city gate. The guard that were watching him immediately chases after him. Screaming "Old man stop!" Dalo did stop, and the guard flanks both his front and back sides.

"You heard there was an order to get to shelter old man" The guard in front spoke, suspension laced his face and voice. "He could be a spy Raji!!" The second man, sounding young about 20, chirped. "I say we rrest (accent no misspell) em!" With that he lightly places his hand on Dalo's shoulder.

The older guard spoke again, lightly gripping his hilt. "Why are you out here anyway, 'old man' " With a mocking sneer when he said Old man.

"We do not have time for this" Dalo spoke just before raising a single hand to point to the guard. Within seconds he channel magical energy from his chest, though out several nerves to his hand. Where the nerves then convert the energy into the needed discharge. In this case it was lighting.

"ARRGGGG!!!" was the guard's reply.

When the zig-zag of purple electricity surges from his hand into the guard chest. The guard sputters and shakes when coming in contact with the fast moving lighting. The purple lighting sparked and danced around his shoulders, moving in zig zag motions down around his thighs.

The man holding Dalo's shoulder immanently step back a few feet. Terror laces his expression as he slumps to the floor, his armor clanging.

It seem like hours but it was only seconds before the first guard fell to the floor. His eyes are wide with shock with no behind the two glossy irises, smoking from his ears his smells lightly of cooked meat. Which Dalo steps over and continues on his way as if noting happened.

"He will live" He calls back to the second guard. "But wont be able to fight.. well move again"

A spell seems to be broken on the second guard. Who shales his head and crawls over to his downed friend. "HELP HELP!!" He cries back to the other guards.


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A cemetery lays just beyond the main gate. While not very large it is in plain sight of the approaching army.

Dalo rolls his sleeves up up his elbows and moves to the gate, which was slowly lowering. Walking at a slow pace he approaches the falling gate. "IS HE CRAZY!" A guard screams. "Even if he breaks into a run now, he wont make it out of the-" Dalo's next actions causes him to stop in mid sentence in amazement.

Dalo's head and upper body crosses under the falling metal. With its spikes just feet above his head, Dalo raises a hand up to meet the gate. Doing the same channeling motion from his chest to his raises hand. Dalo creates an invisible field over his hand. Which easily stops the falling gate. Giving the impression that the gate is being held up by his him whim. ( Been playing The Force Unleashed ;P)

Lowering the gate back to it's place Dalo approaches the small grave yard.

Around a hundred dead bodies lay under the ground. "Time to go then" Dalo mutters before raising both his hands. From deep within his chest he summons all reserves of his magical power into his skin. Lighting flashes from his body into the air for effect of what he is about to do.


"Tajs, Mjas , Bjo!!!" He bellows.

From his raises hands and eyes purple lighting flashes from his body to the Earth.

The magic power reaches the corpses under the Earth. With a low rumbling sound it begin to give them life. With the last bits of his power Dalo orders the corpses to raise from their tombs and coffins.

Within seconds undead army turns to meet the attackers. Their ranks consist of skeletons, some with their flesh still attached to their ribs or faces. In the middle of each ones chest is a light purple glow of Magical energy.

The few hundred undead walk slowly, while some of them did wield rusty weapons and armor that they were sealed with. Most of them where unarmed, with a few breaking their wrists off, creating blades, clubs, or spears with their unused body parts.

With the army moving to the Lanock. Dalo forces several basts of lighting to arch over the undead. Which crash down in small explosions near the invaders, adding to the demoralizing effect of watching the dead rise and marching to battle. The twin electrical blasts causes many tiny purple sparks to arch over the blanked Earth.

Exhausted, Dalo slides his back down the city wall. "Impressive" Lo whispers into his mind.

Dalo smiles before responding "They wont last long fighting that army, but hopefully Lanock will just turn and run"

"Not likely" Da responded.


Dalo just smiles and rests, praying that his plan will work.

Skrothn took a seat and began saying, " I have come because of my caravans. I have sent two caravans which were intercepted by your armies and were destroyed. Was this by accident or are you trying to bring a war between our lands?"

King sharamen started laughing at Skrothn. He said," foolish Kaiser. Your caravans had items that I wanted and since they were in my land I decided to take it. You wouldn't begin a war with Gerlund because you know that you'd lose because of your pathetic excuse for an army."

A guard walks in saying that Gerlund is under attack. King Sharamen becomes infuriated and yells at Skrothn" How dare you attack my land?! You will rue the day you messed with Gerlund!" and The snipers hiding on the balcony shoot and kill all of the Procon soldiers.

I was not attacking Gerlund you old fart and I will help the attackers because of how you killed my men. Just remember that this war is all your fault and I will make sure your palace will fall. It will burn with the intesity of your stupidity and all will know of the selfish King who started a war because he wanted silk." says Skrothn. He then walks out noticing the army with the banner of Lanock. Skrothn joins in the ranks of this army and searches for the leader in search of forming an alliance.

The rock starts acting strange when Skrothn passes the bar.