Skrothn replies, "I am Kaiser Skrothn der Kriegritter, Leader of the Procons. We mean you no harm. Me and my men were just looking for place to camp and possibly some food. Also if you have any information on the whereabouts of Krogith I would be very grateful."

One of the priests of Asclepius brought Herbs and gauze to dress the wound on Skrothn's leg.

"If you would accept us as guests we have a gift for your generosity." says Skrothn. He signals a soldier you brings over a beautiful chariot crafted from Gold and silver with bronze wheels. This chriot is pulled by two beautiful black stallions. Skrothn then states, " The gift is a chariot crafted by our finest worksmen and is pulled by our strongest horses. Please accept this gift in return for your hospitality."

~ Current time: 4-6 pm Weather: Normal ~

"Aha... My wyvern hasn't had a play mate of his own before," Laughed Okima, while rushing towards Krogith, his scythe fully drawn. Following his master, the ice wyverm shot forward, slamming its mouth around the shadow dragons long neck, dark energy flying out of it, and evaporating mid-air. The dragon made no noise, nor did it flintch, it just pushed off the wyverm with a flash, soon sending a long black fang through its neck, shattering it. While Okima was slashing about, and Krogith defended, blocks of ice rained down apon them, all being around the size of a car, they were both careful not to get smashed. Soon the ice wyvern regenerated, and battled on. Okima lunged higher than any normal man could, swinging his scythe to the right side, hoping to slash Krogith in half, only cutting him deeply, the orc roared, as he shot out a large dark pulse of energy, sending the already airborn Okima flying, smashing to the ground, Okima lost his breath, He tried hard to get up, but stumbled for a few moments, before finally reaching his feet.

"I wont die..." Okima muttered, "I wont die....."

(By the way, I'm keeping the fight in segments, so you can all still post inbetween, this isn't the end of the story, dont worry)

Schellia listened to Skrothn and saw a preist-- at least she thought it was a priest-- attend to his wounds. The gnome was still trying to escape her grasp. Jihad shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to trust anything. Schellia replied to Skrothn, "My name is Schellia Herotus, former Queen of the former Hestu empire. As you will see when you get closer, Hestu has been destroyed. These are the lat of my legions." She admitted.

Jihad protested, thinking it unwise to admit to such a low amount of soldiers. What if they attacked? "My Queen, I--"

"Jihad." Schellia glared at him. Then she glared at the struggling gnome. Why did she surround herself with silly fools? "Anyways, I would offer you food but we have none. Soon, we are heading south east to the city of Testundu to buy provisions. Luckily the evil orc Krogith didn't steal our funds... you are welcome to take refuge here as long as you do not intrude on the homes of these soldiers. you may take refuse in the other ruined houses." Schellia motioned to the horses and the chariot and Silios took care of it. "We thank you for this generous gift, Kaiser of Prononose. As for the position of the scourge being most call Krogith... we know not of his whereabouts. We have another looking for him as well. he's on a joy ride and should be back anytime. Until then, get settled here and do what you need to." The gnome continued to struggle and Jihad's hand was still secured on his sword. Schellia rolled her eyes.

Ssyn woke up from his afternoon nap. He yawned and got up. He went to where he stored some food that he had gathered last night and looked around. Not too much to see. Just some trees, bushes, rocks.. Then he looked up into the sky.

'what am i doing up already? I should still be asleep. what woke me up? It cant have been that noisy bird that was following me I killed it a few hours ago... didn’t taste very good..."

he stopped eating and looked around again. something was not right. He listened. Nothing. this unnerved him. where were all the animals? He could usually hear at least two birds at any given time. But now it was totally silent.

From the distance, he got his answer. There was a crash that sounded like rock falling down a hill and some soft screaming of sorts and then more of the rock sound.

Ssyn fought the urge to go running and see what was making all of the noise. but then he reconsidered

'maybe people caused that noise and there might be a village over there. Then i could ask where i am. then i wont be lost anymore'

so Ssyn packed up his stuff and headed off toward where he heard the noise.
'I wonder what was screaming...'
he dismissed that thought and started to whistle.

"Good good...Feel the pain" Laughed Krogith from the distance, standing near his dragon, while Okima, and his ice wyverm stand beatten and broken. "I may be short of energy...but I wont die!" Okima roared as he started dashing towards Krogith, Apocolypse reared and ready, jumping into the air, he threw his scythe straight towards Krogith, like a boomerang. Though Krogith was fast and caught the scythe, "fool..." sighed Okima, as he then prepaired for his attack, "Apocolypse Nigh!" Roared Okima as he hit the ground and slammed his palm to the dusty road, soon after his scythe exploded into a large field of dark-like energy, and everything inside of the circle broke down into dust and died, all except Krogith... Krogith stood stunned, with the scythe dropped to the ground, almost all of his robes burned away, and his hair gone, scars popping up all around his body, and his right arm limp. He fell. Okima, feeling victorious, let down his guard, and also passed out. Both wyverm and dragon soon after fell apart. The battle over, but not won. They both lay quietly in a burning ruin, once called a city.