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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kouketsu on Sun Apr 15, 2007 8:44 pm

Most people never gave Dusk credit for how undeniably sharp he was. While on most occasions and at most opportunities he appeared rather apathetic in nature, there was never a thing his mind wasn't registering, and the short meeting with that stranger was proof enough.

To think that so much could be revealed in little more than a single handshake, but there was always something Dusk's father had alluded to about the firmness of a man's grip being related to his character and wisdom. Or something like that, clearly not much that he could remember about it. Although there was more than enough given away by the plated armor he caught sight of while the hand extended, only confirming those thoughts that the man was, indeed, of an interesting profession. The brief answers only served to further complete the picture.

"...less-dignified names for me on occasion. I don't ever seem to find out why.." He was catching bits and pieces and stringing them together, little subtle hints dropped that all continued to refer in passing to something beneath the surface that he wasn't being allowed to see.

And of course it was then that Dusk began contemplating whether or not he might have found himself an adequate aide-de-camp in the little excursion he had already settled on making to the valley where he would no doubt meet with those damned generals one way or another.

"...I've been just about everywhere so.." He grinned at those words from the arrival before dropping that handshake. Canting his gaze yet again towards the sky over the edge of that fortress fortification, he spoke half to himself and to the one aside him.

"Well. How'd you mind taking a little trip there? I'll even pay you."

He leaned in momentarily, breath dropping to a whisper while he spoke. "..Meaning that while I'm not entirely sure how reputable your services may be, or even what they are at this moment, I think they'd be quite useful in what I'm attempting to do."

Pausing, his eyes shifted about cautiously to confirm that there wasn't a single other person within audible range before he posed one final inquiry.

"...Ever killed a general before?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Sensha on Sun Apr 15, 2007 8:57 pm

Sensha smirked to himself for a momment as he noticed that his companion had begun to catch on to what he was saying.~Ah, better to be inderect then scare everyone around us,~ he thought.

"Ah, I do believe you said the magic words...You see, money tends to get me to do just about anything. Although, I never have much use for it in the end..." It was true that even though he got paid, he much prefured living off the land then the high life. Most of the time it ended up in the charity of others.

Sensha's features changed ever so slightly as Dusk began whispering to him. This was a time for business, now...no need to keep up his act. The fact that even though Dusk wasn't sure what it was that he did, but still felt his aid was needed meant this was actually something quite desperate.

It took a momment, but Sensha smirked at the word's about the generals. "A few fat and over-confident nobles here in there, but I am afraid I have yet the pleasure of targetting someone worth my time as a general. Why, what ever do you have in mind?"

Sensha took a slight look around. This wasn't really the best place to discuss these matters." Perhaps it'd be a better idea if we returned to that pleasent tavern and find us a room we can speak freely in. If the governor didn't like your idea, I don't think the locals would like it much, either."

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Gaidoku's beady black eyes glittered as they flitted from the eldest general to the young inspector, ferocity burning within the endless pits.

He was also not one to listen to others, as he moved to his own rhythm.

"There will come a day when all will be ours," his smooth, yet malicious voice slithered out across the long table and reached out to the other two men, no doubt at least causing their nerves to freeze, if not immobilizing them for at least a second or two. "A time will arise and in order for us to succeed, we must take advantage and move forth when given the oportunity."

As he rose from his chair, the elegant drapes of a blood-stained cloak seemed to smooth over his shoulders, translucent and rippling like the many rings the rain drops formed in the fountains outside. A quicker look to what appeared to form behind him, there would be no doubt that his cold-hearted guardian was beginning to stir within him.

"I am uneasy about sending this mere pawn into battle, Lord Belarius. One look into his eyes.... I can see he has no more strength or will than a newborn pup."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jader on Mon Apr 16, 2007 10:33 pm

Ka'zeh and Belarius turned their attention to Gaidoku, the detective looking pissed off while the Arch General just looked completely annoyed.

"I believe this is a perfect opportunity for our ally here to prove himself worthy of our cause," Belarius mumbled a bit, turning his attention back to Ka`zeh.

"Now, Head Inspector Ka`zeh. Will you acept this gracious offer, and serve Ghalerion like you always have?" The Arch General inquired, coal black eyes studying the detective with a scrutinizing glare.

Ka`zeh suddenly bowed, his face becoming completely emotionless as he replied, "I will do what my lordship asks of me. I humbly accept this position, and will serve Ghalerion without question."

The detective turned on his heel and pushed open the double doors, his mind screaming at the two generals LIKE HELL I WILL!

The double doors closed behind him with a loud thud, and Ka`zeh swiftly dashed towards the dungeon, nearly knocking the door off its hinges as he scaled the steps in one single bound, landing roughly on the cold stone floor of the prison.

"I have to get to get to Harborym Valley," He muttered, glancing around to make sure the guards he had dismissed were still absent in the dungeon.

Ka`zeh swiftly fished out a ring of keys, searching through them until he located the one to Von's cell. He unlocked the prison cell, sliding the bars back as he quickly explained the situation.

"Look, Viktor, one of the Arch Generals, is about to attack Harborym Valley. I know you don't like me, but that's not important. A lot of innocent people are about to die in a pointless battle. I need you to come help me stop this invasion!," The detective barked, his heels grinding into the floor as he dashed to Gent and Robert.

He quickly unlocked Gent's cell as well, his crimson orbs flickering, "I know you heard everything. We don't have much time to waste. Please come with me to Harborym Valley and help me stop this invasion before it's too late!" Ka`zeh pleaded desperately.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Alucroas on Tue Apr 17, 2007 12:10 pm

Von was sound asleep in his cell, despite being in the subconscious realm, his body still felt that same joy and rest he that he rarely managed to acquire. Rolling around on the floor unaware of the events that were going on in the other room.

Every so often he gave a flinch or two from hitting laying on top of his chest-wound. Unfortunately all that had to be ruined by the detective, abruptly interrupting his sleep and forcing him back into the conscious world.

As usual the response would be the same as it always was - "Why'd you wake me up for!? Getting arrested better not be a crime here too.. And what the hell are you talkin' about attacking Harborym Va- OW! SHIT!"

Immediately he fell to one knee from the wound, his yelling had agitated it, not being used to the air flowing around in more than just two organs thanks to the simple hole that had been developed.

Then came the other random request that was given to him; Obviously in dire need of assistance for his cause, however he hadn't a clue what Ka`zeh was blurting his way.

"I'd like to help you out here if it means not spending all eternity in this shit-hole prison and city, but my upper-left body is in no condition to do anything risky right now...lastly. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, 'GO TO HARBORYM VALLEY'!? "

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kouketsu on Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:19 pm

Eyes passed furtive glances around that square while Dusk turned and stepped directly beside the unusual stranger, lips still muttering in the meantime while he'd essentially force the two into walking, casual strides, enough to not give away suspicion. It began with audible small talk, a little bit of chit-chat to throw off whomever might be hearing, and every so often in between when he felt comfortable, the reality of the situation would be revealed, in bits and pieces.

"Ah, my good friend, Sensha, what a pleasure it is to see you around Dame again.." his voice lowered while they walked, "I prefer walking and talking. Less distraction. So! I assume the family's doing well...And I can't guarantee you that there will be anything at the end of this job, but it's something that needs to be done."

He continued with those shifts from the boisterous to the clandestine as he directed the companion towards the nearest market stand and purchased himself a little something, just a portion of a rye loaf, with money that seemed to have appeared out of thin air, although in reality 'twas compliments of the good governor's office. Descending to a whisper again, he continued..

"The Arch Generals, from the capital. Word is they want Harborym, and I have no intentions of letting it happen.." Further they traveled along cobbled roadways on past Dame's main streets, citizens hurrying about every which way, the two barely capable of staying shoulder-to-shoulder as they were, enough to keep their conversation closed. "...I don't know what you do, but I can tell well enough what you've done in the past. And while I could typically care less about what those bastards do with their command, there's personal value behind this one."

Dusk casually offered the man aside him a morsel of that bread while continuing the best-buddies masquerade, eyes managing to never once dart towards the new escort, keeping all manner of suspicion still as best in check as he could, although Dusk was honestly never one for ruses or tricks, but the situation called for it.

He stopped the pair in their route against the inner-side of one of those famous Dame fortifications, the wall skying above their heads. Yet again he glanced around while simultaneously listening in for anything out of the ordinary. At last he turned to Sensha and made that inquiry he had been so long leading to.

"...I realize how sudden and still rather dubious this all seems but..can we call this deal closed?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Sensha on Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:55 pm

Sensha was more then understanding of the casual hint to follow his possible-employer had given him, and strode along side.

In the many years that Sensha had been in existence, he'd come to know many-a-secret dealing in his time, and had become quite proficiant in keeping up acts. Ofcourse, his whole 'normal' life was an act. "Ah, yes. Tis' quite pleasent to be in your presence again..." unfortunately for Sensha, he wasn't quite up to date with his common speach. " Makes it harder for someone to focus on us, aswell...They fair well, actually. In my many experiences, I've come to find that there is always something to be had."

Sensha had a difficult time concealing the grin on his face. The Arch Generals of Ghale are our opponents! Ah, what it would be like to face one of them in combat! He'd heard many stories about the generals' skill's....as well as a few comments about their cruelty. "And you were, perhaps, planning to face their armies by your lonesome? Quite the interesting man you are...I wouldn't know wither to say you are brave, or foolish." Sensha had to let loose another harty grin as he listened on." You will find I am quite handy in the task your planning upon performing."

Sensha leaned against that great wall, still listening intently to Dusk. It'd been a long while since he'd gotten the chance to actually taking a part in a war....and a major part, by the sounds of it.Well, seems like I found my job for the momment... " I believe we've come upon terms I can agree on, yes." He nodded to himself for a momment in thought. "I'll come along, if not for anything more then the pleasure of potentially fighting one of those generals of yours."

It's about time things got interesting again in these lands, Sensha thought quietly to himself.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby BlackheartTheWicked on Tue Apr 17, 2007 10:43 pm

Gaidoku's lips curled into a feral grin as he watched the general storm out, his eyes flitting to the elder general once more.

"You can see it in his eyes... the eyes of a betrayer, just like my brother's," he mused out loud, knowing very well that the other could hear him. It was obvious that Belarius did not see the potential threat to his existance, the Grim Reaper bearing down upon his soul as it inspected him, grimacing at Belarius, though the man could not see its features.

"Knowing your Lordship, I suppose you do not see how this is going to play out, so as your equal, I will be taking my own course of action," Gaidoku continued before he walked around and headed for the door. "I have the sense that my twin will be traveling along with him on this mission, so I guess it would be in my best interest... to kill two birds with one stone. They will be helpess to stop me, as would be the rest of you bloundering fools; I am immortal."

This was true, for as long as Osore still remained with him, he would never die...
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"... He's taking such a long time," Aarisa looked toward the building in concern, Yuudoku merely shaking his head in the background.

"You shouldn't worry, miss," the colonel mused, folding his arms across his uniform. "I'm sure he's fine..."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Teh Andy on Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:12 pm

Robert eventually woke up from his slumber some time the next morning resting against the walls of the prison in which his companion had been housed. Looking forward from where he sat, he could see the door to his friend's cell door open and Gent sitting there expectantly watching Robert awaken. Apparently they had both been commended for their action taken to protect Ghale, as Gent related to him of Ka'Zeh's visit the other night. Gent was free to go and they were both welcome in the city.

Checking the money pouch in his waistband, the memories of the night before came flooding back to him and Robert remembered why he was here. Looking towards a nearby window, he saw that it was already past noon- he had slept in considerably.

Grabbing Gent up and setting him up on his shoulder, Robert went to get back to the tavern and retrieve his things.

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"I know you heard everything. We don't have much time to waste. Please come with me to Harborym Valley and help me stop this invasion before it's too late!"

Gent sat in his harness on Robert's shoulders, his eyes gazing at the detective who stood before him. The priest could sense the desperation that the man was giving off. They both knew what an invasion in Ghale would mean. What it would lead to and who would really gain from the bloodshed.

Plus the work, Gent felt the headache starting. Oh gods, his brother would kill him if he knew what was going on. Damn Lain and his immortal policies. Gent closed his eyes and thought. He had to stay calm, getting excited wouldn't help anyone.

"You acted a little hasty freeing us and Von's escape isn't going to be easily explained either. Nor are you going to be able to get away with this. So really Ka’zeh, the question is are you ready to run from your life?"

Moonlight came through the bars and filtered onto the priest. There was no look of pity or kindness.

A fallen Knight...

A fallen Mage...

A criminal that bore no civility or manners.

Gent smiled to himself, but it bore no warmth. Poor Ka'zeh....

"Fate you weave no easily pattern. It seems we are stuck together. That includes you, Von..." Gent could sense the frustration that Robert would face having to camp with the same man he stabbed earlier. He put an apologetic hand on Robert's shoulder.

"Right! No one is going to like this, but we're hardly a match for an entire army so we'll have to work together."

Gent didn't wait for any wails protest. Not while they had time to get out of here.

"Let's get out of here before the guards get the message that we're the new enemy."
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jader on Fri Apr 20, 2007 8:26 pm

Ka`zeh had certainly acted on impulse rather than thinking things through carefully, but even after his realization, he knew that he still wanted to go through with this. If preventing a civil war and saving the lives of thousands of people meant he had to become a traitor, then so be it.

"I was ready the moment I discovered Ghalerion's true corruption. If saving this city means I must fight against it, then Gaius guide my blade into this tainted city's heart!" The detective spoke boldly, his eyes focused on Gent, but then they shifted to Robert, and finally Von.

"Talk is cheap, we'll go through the city's sewer system. I used to use it for my...err..more direct interrogations," Ka`zeh spoke clearly, venturing over to the end of the dungeon towards a very old looking steel grate covering a hole in the dungeon floor. The man slipped the ring of keys from his cloak, searching feverishly before he found the correct one: a very old tarnished key that looked like it had been used several times.

Ka`zeh unlocked the steel grate, pushed it aside, and his hands found the first bar of the ladder leading down into the sewers, his crimson orbs peering over the hole's edge at his companions.

"We must make haste," He said, and descended into the depths of the sewers.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby BlackheartTheWicked on Fri Apr 20, 2007 11:19 pm

Aarisa sighed and dipped one of her pale hands into the water, splashing the bubbling surface lightly in boredom. "He's really taking a long time... do you think that bloodthirtsy thing you were talking about got him?"

The colonel's eyes furrowed at the mention, though he forced himself to look into the girl's eyes. "No, Aarisa... I can still smell his scent within the city. My brother has not harmed him...."

A brow was quirked as Aarisa perked up.

"Smell?! Wow! How can you smell him? Is he far? What's he doing? Can you smell me? Can you tell what perfume I'm wearing? How far is the nearest resturaunt? Do you smell the aftertaste of my gum I finished a few hours ago? It's earthy mint! What else can you smell? Is it because you're a colonel?"

And on, and on, and on, and on....

".... *sigh*" Yuudoku only hung his head.

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After hearing the desperate pleas of Ka`zeh and words of Gent he figured they probably wouldn't close their mouths until he submitted. There was no point in arguing with them considering every time he yelled he ended up hurting his chest a bit more. The only thing he could do for the time being as hold his wound and follow them.

Brushing himself off again, a few questions went swarming around in his head, pondering what in the hell this meant for him, why should he do it at all?

"Where's the rest of my goddamned clothes and blade? If you expect me to fight in this condition you'd better at least give me something to arm myself with..."

Keeping his stronger arm up against the wall as a means of support as he continued his way towards the hole. Alas reaching it he carefully slid into the hole and felt around for the bars and made his descent along with Ka`zeh and the rest.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kouketsu on Sun May 06, 2007 11:32 am

(( Just so everybody's aware and there's no confusion, this post is starting after roughly three weeks of progression in the story. Plus I think we all ended our last posts at good points to progress things quicker. So, onward we go! ))

Tales of War & Affliction.

"One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four." He was counting on whispers barely audible, eyes madly darting 'round.

His heart was pounding like its only agenda was to penetrate his chest from the inside, perspiration dotting his brow. A quick 'shhhink!' of his blade edge and the common sound of a hearty thump against solid ground graced his ears before he quickly shifted feet back into position. Back-to-back he stood with his wily assassin companion, each with their respective weapon drawn and poised, adrenaline coursing their veins. He turned his head aside, speaking through heavy breaths audible only to the man to his back.

"Make no brash movements, Sensha. This isn't the time to be daring. I don't think I've even seen a type like this before, but I doubt exploring the intricacies of the Ghaleon wildlife is really top on our priority list."

A snarl was what met them, the brutish howl of the next beast that made haste in charging their position with little more on the mind than rending them to pieces for the sake of a quick afternoon repast. Swiftly did another follow, and soon more in kind, seemingly the entire pack of the four-legged hounds that encircled them making the charge.

And they had barely made it three-fourths of the journey to Harborym yet, facing these same situations, these same harsh and enduring elements for the past twenty some days. Dusk would have sworn that Ghale had never been so wild, so frightful and dangerous. Something most certainly was awry, and all evidence was leading to the happenings at Harborym being the cause.

Everything, it seemed, was leading to that valley.

He and his companion split as those beasts howled and charged, each progressing in an opposing direction with defense drawn and ready to fell the bastards without a second thought. Dusk remained poised as stroke after stroke made contact, dual blades twisting and twirling and gliding and slashing 'cross flesh and at times 'cross bone, the entire mess obscured to the outside observer by the growth and vegetation of the forest that surrounded them.

Time was fleeting and the distractions and diversions were plenty in number. But a single thought pervaded Dusk's consciousness while he slew what he could in a fury trying to forge a path to that valley. The thought that war was waiting just over the horizon and that his poor country would never be the same again.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Sensha on Sun May 06, 2007 4:16 pm

This was becoming quite the common occurence, Sensha had noticed. Beasts here, obstacles there. If he didn't know any better, it was like mother nature was angry at him.

"I do so tire of these beasts. Give me a human to fight, any day. Atleast they are predictable and know fear..." Sensha quickly lept out from there defensive position, narrowly dodging a blow.

Though he, himself, wasn't enjoying this...he could feel the pleasure of every fatal strike that emitted from Tora,(His left handed Katar), and Ryu,( The right one). They didn't care what they killed, so long as it bleeds.

Sensha quickly ducked under one of the beasts as it leapt for him, ramming the massive Ryu into the air and through the neck joint...completely severing the head of the poor creature. It fell and convulsed wildly, the be-heading happening so fast that the body hadn't fully shut down yet. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Sensha had to swirl away, another creature coming to either avenge its comrade...or recycle the corpse for food.

"Bloody hell! This wont end so long as they are capable of reaching us!"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jader on Tue May 08, 2007 4:19 pm

The treacherous wildlife of Ghale had also been introduced to the party Ka`zeh was leading towards Harborym Valley to stop the attempted invasion by the Ghalerion army. For three weeks they had been traveling, stopping only once at a quaint little village to purchase supplies and a few stout horses. They had received a few strange glances from the villagers. A gallant knight, a crippled wizard, a cut-throat dog, and a determined detective would indeed garner much attention.

Ka`zeh's blade whistled through the air and cut at the thick limbs and branches that dared to get into his path while his trusty steed crushed the overgrowth below with its massive hooves. They had begun to cross into the heart of Ghale's unknown wilds, and a steady walk was the only pace the detective could keep at, knowing that this forest held many unknown beasts that would tear their bodies asunder.

The sun's rays filtered through the crowded branches, the warmth coming in short intervals upon Ka`zeh's face as his crimson orbs flickered with color. Even though he had a desperate mission to stop the invasion of Harborym, they had been galloping nonstop for two weeks, only stopping for camp and food.

It was rather nice to have a small break, even though his arm tired from slicing into the branches that sought to grab hold of his body and face without mercy.

"Tread lightly, my friends. These woods are full of danger at every turn," Ka`zeh called out to them, his eyes set forward on the path he was creating through the forest of Ghale.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kouketsu on Tue May 08, 2007 7:22 pm

"You know they say it's impossible," the words made their way with what seemed like a complete absence of seriousness, almost nonchalant in his brashness while hands cupped a small scoop of water and splashed it 'gainst his face to remove the dirt and grime. "To survive Harborym, to brave Focalor. They call it suicide, absolute madness. Vyken tribes, beasts which in size dwarf the most impressive Calismian chateaux, no food and no water."

Every day brought another challenge, the harshness with which they needed fend off the elements, but ultimately Dusk knew it was little more than preparation, and not necessarily effective preparation at that. Nothing compared to Focalor. And if the battle ventured at all beyond the Harborym Falls, chances of survival plummeted through the floor. Contain the combat to the valley, that was the plan. How two men of above-average physical caliber and with limited degree of battle experience were going to do that was another matter entirely however.

"Surely you've heard the tales of Orias, have you not, Sensha?" He chatted idly while he began splashing that water against the bare flesh of his chest, shirt and cloak tossed aside him. "The man was a legend, a general of the most impressive stature. My grandfather knew him and spoke so highly of his accomplishments whenever the opportunity arose. 'Twas said that he could slay the most ardent beast and pierce the most durable armor with a single stroke. Hah. Truly a thing of legend, no?"

Dusk stood and stretched some, arms extending towards Eden while he exercised his joints and continued, taking whatever reply his assassin companion would give. "Orias took his company of men and tried to explore the caverns whose entrance is masked behind the Harborym Falls," he paused, searching for that moment of dramatic pause to allow the tale to sink in before he continued onwards, gaze turning out towards the rushing waters of the river on which they rested. The sound was thick and healthy, the perfect filler for moments of silence.

"Neither Orias nor any of his men returned from the excursion. All that remains from the entire incident are his diary scribbles, the ravings of a complete lunatic." Arms casually slipped into sleeves while his shirt came fully over the top of him once more, clinging against his frame some while he turned to Sensha with something of a wild grin, the narrative seemingly leaving as little impact on his companion's potential fears as it had on his own.

"So, have you ever traveled with any lunatics before, Sensha?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Edge on Tue May 08, 2007 9:33 pm

Gent had been sleeping in his harness again; the warm sun on him and the sway of the horse as well as the creaks that the leather gave were all comforting. He found this trip had been hard, even on his and Robert’s standards it had been hard. But the mage was glad for a break from the priesthood duties. He had never been fond of calling the dead out and sending them to their final resting place. If it were up to Gent, the mage supposed he would be in his own tower right now tinkering away with some mechanical device. Yes, that would suit him well. For now he was happy with just being in the harness he invented for Robert’s back. That was good enough for him at the moment.

He heard the detective’s words and half wondered where the criminal dog was. Looking around bored Gent decided it wasn’t worth the effort to look. He was hot now, his robes weren’t much of an aid and it tired him to use his power in the day, for at night he used it constantly to watched over their campsite, ensuring they stayed safe. Gent half wished they were traveling in the lands of the Kelian instead of the Vyken. At least then they would not have to look over their backs so often. He was getting sick of looking over his shoulder at every stick snapping.

Taking the time to look ahead, Gent’s finger twitched and he bent a tree limb before Ka’zeh’s sword slashed the greenery. Gent pushed a little harder and managed to force a alleyway of trees to move their branches. Looking smug for a moment, Gent got a hold of his ego. This wasn’t anything to what they had to get done.

The mage closed his eyes holding his focus on Nature.

“No kidding Ka’zeh… It’s hardly any less dangerous then your city. No need to sound so eager for trouble…. I’ve been thinking about this army thing… The fact we’re heading into a valley actually is fairly appealing and can hold to our advantage.â€

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Alucroas on Wed May 09, 2007 8:04 pm

A rather stoic grunt escaped his lips, leaning his head against the front of his horse from being rather tired, allowing him little to no effort in avoiding the branches that were attempting to smack him across the face. The boredom that flowed through him merely amplified the irony that was taking place deep in the bowels of this man, having traveled for so long really did make him feel quite bored and apathetic towards anything due to not being in the city.

Hell, at least the herbs and food he received along with the massive amount of his rest he got healed up his chest wound much faster than he thought it would've. Aside from the fact that no bones were punctured in the process, he felt rather spry and full of energy but at the same his vigorous and obnoxious behavior seemed to have disappeared into oblivion.

A leg rose up and it kicked the horse in the side, forcing it to kick up the pace once more and give a little more speed and possibly more efficiency in the quest for Haborym valley.. "So any idea when we're goin' to get this shit hole, Ka zeh?" Speaking out in a low baritonic barely audible voice. In fact it was so low that the clicks of his vocal chords could be heard rather than a straight forward clear voice like he normally did when he'd bellow out such belligerant phrases.

"And you old man, I'd quit lookin' around like that if I were you. You're going to catch us some attention from some unwelcomed guests, most likely wolves or mountain lions judging by the high elevation we're in..and whatever the hell Ka zeh said too...I guess. WHAT THE HELL IS IT ANYWAYS!?"



Or not...

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Sensha on Wed May 09, 2007 8:12 pm

Sensha took great care, almost like a mother, as he rinsed his weapons off. They'd served him well today, as always. It was also quite nice that his wind enchantments kept the bulk of blood off of himself. He had only but to rinse his hair out a little and it would be back to its silvery mass of not-so-suttle beauty. "Heh, the 'impossible' is always something I like to tamper with my friend."

Infact, Sensha had been doing a lot of thinking about what they were to do. If this valley that they were headed to was where the battle was to take place, there must be a few ways to narrow down the odds. They were going to need a lot of hands to help if any of the things he was coming up with were going to work. That was something that worried him only slightly.

"Ah, this man you speak seems as if he were to be a good match." Sensha's mind wandered to fighting a good one-on-one. He hadn't had one in more then 50 years. ~Oh how the times change...~

He had to smirk at the irony of the end to a legend's life. It astounded him how things change so drastically...even on an hourly basis.

Sensha strapped Ryu to his back, the massive blade only being of use when there was many foes to face. Tora would be enough for a short skirmish, the beasts of this forest weren't much of a challenge. They were only wily creatures looking for a meal, their hunger blinding there movements. If they even came across a normal human enemy, he'd probably cry.

Sensha grinned widely at his companion, the comment entertaining him greatly."No, but I suppose there is a first for everything."

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