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A Land Thrust Into Chaos..

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kouketsu on Sat Mar 10, 2007 11:57 pm

The sounds of a scrape just around the corner of the establishment reached the man's ears with a loudness that ran clear over an area otherwise silent. Removed from main-street Ghalerion they were, obscured along a sidestreet that ran along the backside of the tavern in which the night's episode had occurred.

Noise of a scuffle and the movement of blade were the first tip-off that he had only a few options and a moment or two to pick one before things might have gotten a little more messy. There was running, which he had really been doing all day, or there was taking a blade off his back and offering some of that classic Ghaleon street justice to the man who had been his bane the entire night.

An instant passed and the fingertips motioned, right arm bending over the shoulder while the palm wrapped tightly about a hilt and held it in place momentarily. Another fleeting trice and it was drawn, completely removed from casing and held forwards and braced in his hand. Anticipating he always was, and the man descending behind him probably could've kept himself well hidden had the remnants of dust and splinters still lingering from the bar mess not reached Dusk beforehand. Enough premonition to force his legs into immediate action, a quick sidestep out of the way with enough left to catch the figure's silhouette touch ground followed by the matching sound of it.

The blade motioned in the darkness with a precision that most certainly couldn't be learned. The tip pressed forwards in haste and stopped just against the bare flesh of Von's exposed neck. Dusk, for one night at least, wasn't one for wasting time anymore.

"That'll be enough for one night. Get yourself home, and get cleaned up. You're an absolute mess." Yeah, a little irony apparent in the fact that they were almost entirely immured in darkness aside from the outlines of both figures against the skyline.

But that was the only reprieve he'd be offering Von now. Enough trouble caused for one reckless night. Dusk wanted nothing more at that moment than a place for rest and a conclusion to that nonsense.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Edge on Sun Mar 11, 2007 12:22 am

“You’ll have an easier time here; already the guards are out in force. Maybe there’s a bounty to be caught.� Gent yawned, moving his legs around with his hands so they would not appear so tangled. Little pangs of soreness went through him but at this point, he was use to it. An easy price for foolishness in Gent’s mind as he looked around the room.

“There’s no Magic allowed in Ghalerion…. Or that’s what I hear… Maybe I can do some priest work for a coin or two. Tell the old stories to the kids. But I say if we find nothing after tomorrow, we get ready to leave.� Gent’s eyes traced around the room, nothing unusual, nothing of interest. The mage inwardly groaned, it was like the world had turned to grey and whatever action there was to take, they had missed out on.

But really, Gent silently reasoned, were the two of them ready for another battle? Gen ruffled around his pack and pulled out ink, quill and parchment. “You know, some of those plants I had you pick might be worth something here….�

As the smell of chicken and venison reached his nose, Gent raised his head long enough to smile at the flirty barmaid, who gave him an ample amount of cleavage to look at. Dinner was delivered as well as the beer.

This was a treat compared to the dried meat, bread, and the same cheese every night and Gent took a deep hearty drink. Three years ago he would have turned his nose up at it, now it was nearly a treat. Nearly. Gent still had memories of finer things in life.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jader on Sun Mar 11, 2007 2:54 pm

The thick steel shoulder guards would serve their purpose tonight as Von's blade rang into the solid metal with a loud echoing hymn. The blow to the forehead stunned the guard momentarily, and Von was successful in his attempts at catapulting himself into the alley where Dusk was waiting.

Ka`zeh swiftly stumbled unto the rooftop of the marketplace, ducking into a roll to avoid seriously injuring himself. He rolled off the roof, straightened his form, and landed gracefully upon the wet stone streets of Ghalerion. A few puzzled citizens casted curious glances to one another, but continued on their merry ways.

The detective cursed under his breath as he watched Von vanish into the shadows of the alley. He knew it would be foolish to send the heavily armed guards in a linear pattern through the alley. The criminal could then simply pick them off one by one.

Ka`zeh, of course, had a very quick mind, and was very adept at thinking on his feet. He swiftly turned and grabbed one of the street lanterns hanging from a metal hook on the entrance to one of the numerous shops in the marketplace.

"Arm your crossbows!!" Ka`zeh commanded, pointing his sword in the direction of the alley while holding the lantern in his other hand.

The six guards readied their crossbows, three of them taking a kneel while the other three stood behind them in a line.

The detective sprinted forward and hurled the lantern into the alley, the object smashing into the ground close enough to Von and Dusk's position. The glass shattered, sending the flame upwards as it sought to consume the lantern oil, and would serve its purpose well by shedding a vast amount of light into the pitch black darkness of the alley.

Ka`zeh hesitated for a moment, seeing Von being pinned against the wall by another individual. Dust and chunks of wood fragments as well as their position shrouded the man's identity, but the detective had no time to ask questions. That time had already passed long ago.

"FIRE!" The man bellowed, and six arrows soared through the air towards Dusk and Von.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kouketsu on Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:07 pm

Reaction time would need to be quick if he was going to make it out of the night relatively unscathed, that much was for sure. Blade point pressed gently against Von's neck and prepared to rend right through and into those screeching vocal chords if he attempted to make another foolish and quite frankly excessively showy move like that. Dusk stood completely at the ready, sight furtively darting about to measure the entire scene and plan whatever route of flight he was going to take.

A voice carried across the silence of the evening, recognized almost immediately as the one who had been pursuing him ages ago, the Ghaleon inspector with the succinct tongue.

"Arm your crossbows!!"

That was more than enough for Dusk to hear before deciding that it was time to make his escape. But as if the verbal forewarning wasn't getting him moving fast enough, the sudden smash and roar of flame directly aside him definitely got him moving. His blade tip left the noisy fellow's neck and traveled backwards, Dusk clearly attached to it. He dove, the flame narrowly missing his dust-covered garb as it extended skywards. But the dive was not all the man attempted, becoming more brash as the night wore on. Prior to his dive, his free hand removed and balled the scarf from his crown still covered in splinters from the tavern and swept it along through the rising flame, enough to catch fire.

Landing a mere pace-and-a-half away Dusk worked himself up into a roll that concluded with a sudden twirl followed by a tossing of the flaming scarf directly for their inspector friend. There was little time to waste, and he took advantage of all he could get.

Footfalls worked into a feverish pace with the conclusion of his pivot, dashing off into the Ghaleon night yet again with a sigh and a wave of relief crossing his countenance.

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"WELL SON OF A BITCH!" Those loud utterances would not cease to exist even if Dusk had a blade up to his neck; He just didn't know when to quit or to give up, not having anyone to guide him during his childhood days, Von merely continued his obnoxious and sarcastic behavior, continuing on through the night.

His head canted upwards from the loud shouting order that was given by the commander. Immediately as soon as Dusk removed his blade, Von was moving concuirrently, watching as the lantern began to make it's descent down to the ground. Using the same tactic that Ka`zeh had used to get up to the roof, Von would utilize this same strategy to get out.

Spontaneously his hand shot straight through the window, using the leather in his glove to shield himself from any possible lacerations that may have occurred, the bar owner was still standing next to the window and Von seized the opportunity, snatching his rag from his apron-coat pocket along with a small bottle. Keeping his arm braced against the window sill. He used it as an anchor, quick leg movements, beating against the wall, dashing up it with such a force, that the rest of his body landed ontop of the roof. A firm tug with careful percision allowed him to carefully pull the material upwards.

Fortunately for Von he too knew how to act on his feet, utilizing the uproarious flames to light the rag, sticking half of it in the liquor bottle. No time could be wasted in this next maneuver. Quickly dashing across the roof, he aimed to intercept Dusk's positioning. Rearing his arm back just as he came within range, he slung the bottle down, allowing it to crack and burst into flames on that very same food stand, however being as the liquor would still be in liquid form for at least a few more seconds this meant, the flames would spread even quicker trapping Dusk and blocking off all possible escape routes.

"Next time you get a chance to kill me YOU MIGHT WANT TO FUCKING TAKE IT, DUMBASS!"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jader on Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:47 pm

Ka`zeh swiftly stepped to the side, letting the balled up scarf bounce past him, but his eyes widened as the flaming ball of material rolled into several bales of dry wheat. The flames shot into the wheat, and started to spread quickly.

"Damn it!" The detective cursed loudly. His night was not going well. First Dusk eludes him, and now he has two maniacs to deal with.

While evading the flaming ball of scarf, Ka`zeh lost sight of the unknown perpetrator. His crimson orbs shifted up to Von as he chunked the bottle of flaming liquor into the cobblestone streets below. The bottle exploded, sending a shower of flames unto the sides of the building.

"This is not happening.." Ka`zeh groaned as reinforcements started to arrive, alerted by the mere chaos Dusk and Von were causing.

"What in Gaius' name is going on here?!" A booming deep voice echoed loudly in the young inspector's ear. Ka`zeh recognized that intimidating voice as Victor Marius, Captain of the Ghalerion Elite Guard.

Victor was a tall man, and very heavy set with muscular extremities that were rumored to be he most powerful in all of Ghale. His bald head would be shimmering from the flames right now if it weren't for the thick plated steel helmet covering everything save for those penetrating coal optics. About twenty guards filtered in two lines of ten behind him, the ten on his right all carrying long bows, the ten on his left carrying long pikes.

However, compared to most of Ghalerion's officers, Victor was someone who Ka`zeh actually respected. He believed Victor would be a great ally in the conquest to rid Ghalerion of its corruption and criminal activity.

"There are two criminals causing a ruckus. I have identified one as a man named Von. He has been causing the most problem and n-" But Ka`zeh was cut off by a hard shove from Victor, nearly knocking him off his feet.

"What is wrong with you?!" Ka`zeh spat, glaring at Victor with surprise and anger.

"ASSUME ALPHA POSITION!" Victor bellowed, the ten archers lining up next to each other and knocking an arrow unto their bows. The pike men surged forward in a line, shoving any citizens aside that were unlucky enough to get in their way.

"FIRE!" Victor bellowed once more, and a barrage of arrows were launched towards Von.

"Are you insane?! You might hit innocent citizens!!" Ka`zeh yelled, clearly outraged by the sheer and unnecessary force Victor was using to try and subdue one man.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Alucroas on Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:07 pm

Arched a brow up at the immediate shocker of seeing his oppositions commanding officer come into the fray. The sight of the man being pushed gave Von a reason to giggle in his head. He merely canted it downwards staring at the men assuming their positions, barking down orders like worthless every day officers.

"Great, more bullshit I have to deal with."

Almost spontaneously, he leapt from the roof a few seconds before the arrows were fired downwards upon his form. Landing directly ontop of the burning stand, kicking at the wood that held it in place, allowing it to start rolling down the hill, using the obvious wheels on the bottom as a means of doing so. Even Von knew better than to try and fight twenty two men at once.

For an added bonus since the majority of the flames had been dispersed on the ground this meant he had maybe a few small flames were even around him, not enough to cause even minor damage from the leather that he wore almost all over his body.

Momentarily his head looked down on the stand, immediately he noticed a drum stick that hadn't been touched and grabbed it with his left hand thrusting it into his mouth, ripping apart it's meat and enjoying the everlasting taste.

"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN YA FUCK BALLS!"

He waved back, as if teasing all the guards along with Ka`zeh especially.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Nightmare on Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:34 pm

The day had gotten later and the sun was falling as Torin had gotten slightly closer to his “Hell of origin� as he called it. He still had the sack of money from the bandits he slaughtered earlier and he would need to get some sort of cloak to keep attention down. As he headed down the dirt road a man came running down the opposite way with a rather large sack. Torin grabbed him by the back of his shirt without stopping “So who are you supposed to be?� he said as he continued walking “Dead.� The man said as he struggled to get down “Stop struggling and I won’t carry you by tour neck. Anyways I’m bored so maybe I can get my fill of fun and not draw to much attention, who wants you dead?� “Big thugs who want me gone, now put me down so I can get out of here!� “Listen up punk! I’ll kill these guys for you as long as you tell me something.� “They’ll kill you! There are about a dozen of them.� “Thanks, that’s all I needed to know, Should be somewhat of a challenge.� He continued down the road with the man

When they arrived in the next village a group of 12 men confronted them, just like the man said “These punks?� Torin said as he put the man in front of him “I thought we told you to get lost!� One man said “I take that as a yes.� Torin said as he tossed the man behind him. “Listen up!� He started “I’m gonna quickly kill each one of you!� The men laughed as they pulled axes off of their backs “Heh, I have one of those too.� He said as orbs started forming in his right hand forming an axe “But mines bigger!� he slashed at the men who blocked with their axes, but Torin put enough force into it to send them flying a couple of feet “Now you get lost or your lives get lost! Your choice!� He slammed the axe right next to one of their ears, they scattered and left with nothing but their weapons and clothes “Bunch of damn punks! I was hoping they’d have enough guts to last five minutes!� he headed to a clothier. He dropped the sack on the counter “You have one hour to make a 15 foot cloak with a hood… NOW!!� Torin demanded. An hour later the clothier shook heavily as he gave the monster the cloak. He put it over his head and proceeded down the road.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kouketsu on Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:44 pm

"....You can't be serious."

Twisting about while he ran, Dusk soon caught sight of the mess that was starting down the pathway he had just ran, apparently the screechy and annoying one mistaking some poor passerby for him and missing Dusk dashing off in the completely opposite direction in the obscurity of night, seemingly cause enough for Von to set the entire area aflame.

"Great Gaius, damn this mess."

While most of his thoughts might have been focused on his troubles and the absolute chaos that pervaded his entire night, there was something still beating in his heart, a mite bit of actual care that rested for the land he could in all reality call his own. And even if he wasn't sitting in some palace ordering around hordes of laborers, he still took it completely upon himself to at least make it presentable and a hospitable and comfortable place for people to live in.

"The people can't live in burned houses, they can't live with the fear of being burned alive, they can't sleep at night with this unbearable racket." A change came across him, even if only momentarily, but it was more than enough to drive him to action. He sure as hell wasn't going to let his country go to waste at the fault of some rambunctious nonsense.

Fingers curled tighter about the weapon in his right hand, rotating around the hilt infuriated while his left immediately rose and withdrew the matching sinistral blade. Giving it a quick twirl into its inverted position, he took off at a dead-sprint back in the opposite direction towards all the ruckus, eyes locked forwards beneath a mess of auburn strands splayed over his face.

Past the first flaming portion he rushed, interlocking his blade together and giving a quick twirl with the momentum he carried, attempting to brush aside the blocked pathway to give him enough time to continue the charge unhindered. The guard posted with the inspector were the first he would force through, taking full liberties with that left blade's flat edge to shove them from obstructing his route.

Skidding along his feet to halt his momentum, he turned next down the short alley beside the tavern, blades still clutched tightly in palm. He had to work hastily to apply the same technique of before to allow him passage, although the flames roared much more heartily in this portion of street, a few minor burns here or there but nothing that wouldn't heal.

At last emerging into open Ghalerion street once again, he struggled a quick breath through the rising smoke that was beginning to permeate the open air.

"Dammit! Who called these guys in?" Sight immediately focused upon matching rows of security force bearing bows and firing with the precision that could only be applied to ones with extensive training.

"The elite, no doubt. Bastards."

At the same time he couldn't help but have his attention turned to that fool from before gliding down the road atop a food cart without a care in the world for the absolute chaos he was causing. More motivation for his urgency if anything.

He gripped his blades tightly and without another hesitation began. Motions were quick and fast, movements impeccable despite having not brandished those blades in such time. There was no visible rust in his technique, at least not under what the current circumstances called for. Hilts and edges clanged and clashed against the armor of those standing guards, shoving and forcing them aside with the exigency of saving his country at priority.

Into the tavern he rushed, an immediate call forced through his throat while the flames began their spread.

"Out! Now! Everybody! There's a fire! No time to waste! And get water if you can! Just do something!" It was clear that his voice was growing in its fury as many of those within the establishment were still sluggish to respond.

This wasn't going to be a fun night.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jader on Sun Mar 11, 2007 8:07 pm

"Stay the hell out of it, Ka`zeh! The situation is under control!" Victor barked, glaring down at the smaller man standing next to him.

"You're insane Victor! What about the fire and the pedestrians!? Have you lost your mind?!" Ka`zeh bellowed, but they soon forgot about their little quarrel as the figure the detective saw earlier came barreling like a maniac through the ranks of heavily armed soldiers.

It was quite a miraculous sight as the guards were caught unaware and stumbled clumsily because of their weight. The sound of steel scraping against stone grinded into Ka`zeh's ears as he watched the brave individual charge into the tavern and attempt to call out the innocents to protect them from being engulfed by the inferno.

"ARREST HIM!" Victor roared, pointing at Dusk as the troops struggled to get to their feet.

"Are you mad!? He's trying to help!" Ka`zeh retorted, running to aid the mysterious hero. All thoughts of capturing him for interrogation had faded from his mentality. These people were in danger!

"Don't shove! Stay calm but hurry! Any able men try to get some buckets of water, we need to put the fire out before it spreads! There should be a well nearby!" Ka`zeh began to shout orders professionally.

Victor growled in anger, drawing his enormous broadsword, and he surged towards Dusk, bringing the blade high above his head before sending it crashing down towards the man.

Ka`zeh reacted quickly, leaping forward and turning his blade so the flat of it was pressed against his shoulder. He used his shoulder as a support, the broadsword crashing into his blade and sending a shower of sparks as he skidded against the detective's own weapon.

He growled a bit as he struggled to hold back the massive weapon, and Captain Victor's eyes widened a bit.

"What do you think you're doing, Ka`zeh?!" The large man bellowed, pushing Ka`zeh near the flames that continued to spread across the tavern.

Several men came back with buckets of water, splashing the contents unto the flames and dousing a good portion of it.

"He..is..trying..to help Victor!" Ka`zeh said through clenched teeth, the smoke causing his eyes to water. His heels skidded into the stone surface beneath his feet as Victor's powerful arms pushed him against the hot tavern's exterior wall.

"He is a criminal! All criminals resisting arrest and attacking guards must be put to death! That is the law, Ka`zeh!" Victor roared in return, the broadsword nearly overwhelming the detective.

"NO!" Ka`zeh bellowed suddenly, using all his strength to shove Victor backwards. A severe rage seemed to overtake the detective as he shouted angrily.

"That is your law! You have been blinded by your power and have become as corrupted as this city! What about protecting the innocent, Victor? You used to be so noble and strong for the good of this city! What has happened to you?!" Ka`zeh boldly stated, holding his sword in front of him in case Victor attempted another assault.

The Captain of the Guard opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, but he turned and walked away, his guards following him shortly.

Victor suddenly stopped and turned his head, saying dangerously, "You're going to regret this, Ka`zeh.."

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“This town is noisy tonight.� Gent said to his companion as he sat. It was all the cripple could do with the flood of scared peasants. With dinner still on the table, Gent’s hand snapped into his pack and took some tins from his bag. Grabbing dinner, he shoved it into the containers before dropping it into the sack. It wouldn’t stop the meat from spoiling but Gods be damned that he was going to miss a meal with real meat in it.

The flames were licking up the side of the wall and it wouldn’t be long before the structure would be doomed, with panicked people along with it. The air would run out, and people would start choking soon.

Gent looked to his partner. “Carry our stuff, I’ll deal with the flames… Oh… and the horse.� He added as an after thought.

Pressing his hands together, Gent closed his eyes and muttered a long string of whispered commands. All around the city, the winds suddenly picked up, bringing dust and dirt into the air. Gent’s hands moved as if he were the puppet master of the elements, his voice never stopping as it grew stronger. The wind struck fast, throwing dust and dirt on the fire, blowing some of the fire out while packing what the wind carried on hard to reach flames.

Gent’s hands changed positions, dirt where the flames were burning now churned, suffocating the fire. But this was not to ignore the efforts made by the guard to put out some of the fire.

Gent raised his right hand, and imagined the water into the air, spilling on the flames he could feel. The mage’s voice went soft, his work was complete as his palms met, ending the prayer…

Sitting in the smothering room, the cripple smiled to himself.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kouketsu on Sun Mar 11, 2007 10:27 pm

Whatever relief could be found in the smoldering remnants of one tavern corner almost razed to nonexistence gripped Dusk and slightly set him back at ease for the meanwhile, a sigh of relief followed with the re-sheathing of both his blades. He had seriously thought for a moment there that the capital city of his entire country was going to end up a flaming mess because one pyromaniac rogue couldn't keep his mouth closed and his hands to himself.

Sight converged on the one whose efforts seemed to offer greatest contribution to the extinguishing and consequent rescuing effort. He looked a little odd, especially for one so capable, but Dusk was never one to pay much heed to appearance, especially considering the circumstances.

"Hey. Uh...Thanks." He had to be terse with his words, especially if he was still making that near-futile effort to conceal his identity by that point.

He spared a moment or two to check whomever was still inside after the episode, quick scans through patrons to make sure there were no considerable injuries to deal with.

...Wait a minute. Was that actually a heart peeking through?

Maybe for just a little bit. Kicking about on his heels, Dusk made his way out through the tavern entrance and into the streets of Ghalerion yet again. But in the midst of all the mess and wreckage, guards and onlookers scattered about wondering just what was happening, the man with the auburn hair and the dual blades gave his head a nonchalant swing back to remove the strands from his vision and did probably the last thing he would have expected to do that night.

He approached Ka`zeh.

"I suggest you and your men get your act in gear. Those costumes are dreadful, those bows are weak, and you nearly burned the entire city to the ground."

He reached down a hand to his dangling cloak and tore off a sizable portion of it, bringing it up to wipe the dust and grime from his face before shaking it clean again. He placed it atop his crown and formed a nice scarf, more-than-identifiable at that point before turning and starting his walk away down Ghalerion's main street yet again.

"And keep my country clean. Jerk."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jader on Sun Mar 11, 2007 10:44 pm

The night could have gone much worse, and thankfully Ka`zeh had put a stop to Victor before he managed to destroy the entire city with his brute force. But at what cost? Defying the Captain of the Guard would surely put him in a very bad position. He might even be fired.

The detective sheathed his sword and turned as Dusk emerged from the tavern, his eyes widening a bit in shock.

"You're...!" He began, but then Dusk actually approached him and spoke.

Ka`zeh seemed agitated at the rude demeanor and words Dusk presented to him, and as he walked away, the detective spoke.

"The guard is not mine to command, nor do I even have authority to attempt to clean this city up. If you're looking for someone to blame, perhaps you should look in a mirror, Geldyn Reinhart III," The detective retorted, walking towards Dusk.

"Head Inspector is not just a title. I do my job very well, your grace, but no one will listen to a nobody who can only conjure pretty words. Why don't you take back this city? Why don't you clean this city up?" He added, stopping a few feet away from Dusk.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Teh Andy on Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:11 am

“Shit!� Robert cursed as the ruckus outside escalated. He could hear the cries and shouts from all the way in the tavern, but assumed it was just standard city-mischief. When sounds of breaking wood and roaring flames drew nearer, his head turned to gaze through a window and discover what was causing so much trouble.

Though the sounds before had disturbed him, what he saw next shot him out of his chair, knocking it back to the floor. The rolling wood and scattering flames struck the tavern they were in, quickly catching fire. As flames licked up the outside walls, customers inside the bar began to panic. Women screamed and men roared in fear and outrage. Smoke began billowing into the main room as the flames grew, feeding upon the tinderbox of an establishment.

“This town is noisy tonight…� Gent muttered as he quickly moved to save the food on his plate. In a surprisingly calm, methodical way, he began to take action.

“Carry our stuff,� the tiny mage instructed his companion, all the while making familiar movements with his hands, motions Robert had seen him do many times before as he prepared a spell, “I’ll deal with the flames… Oh, and the horse…�

Axgarde smiled at the petty afterthought and rushed towards the door just as a stranger barged into the inn.

"Out! Now!� he commanded with an authority in his voice that was hard to train, “Everybody! There's a fire! No time to waste! And get water if you can! Just do something!�

With those words, winds began to pick up outside. Suspecting the culprit and looking to Gent, Axgarde found the mage with a visage of calm meditation on his face. On the other side of the wall, his spell went to work, blowing out the small, weak flames that were promising to escalate into an inferno while scattering dust, dirt and debris to smother the stronger fires that threatened lives and structures.

As soon as he was sure the fires had been quelled, Robert pushed past the bar’s newest occupant into the night waiting outside as the man gazed in amazed relief at his tiny savior. The chaos outside had to have forced some ill effects, and Robert might as well be around to help. He might get a pence or two out of it in reward, though fat chance of a victim being in any position to pay someone after they still had to repair their own damage.

But first his horse- those fires were fierce and with so much dry hay in one spot, the chances of a blaze in the stables was high. Sprinting around the tavern, Robert gratefully found very little fire damage to the structure. Gent seemed to have caught it before any real damage could be inflicted. Stepping towards the paddock Rock was in, he reached a hand forward to soothingly stroke his steed’s face, reassuring the frightened animal that things were good now.

With his beast’s safety assured, Robert ran back around to the front of the building, where a man stood in the center of the street, mingling looks of frustration, exhaustion, and relief flooding his face- this man must’ve had some authority, and so some responsibility for this city. His uniform expressed the same idea, decked out in colors consistent with the city guard.

Striding up to the man, Robert nodded for his attention and inquired, “I see you’ve had some trouble? Need any help?�

With their bed for the night still relatively safe and sound, Robert could leave the tavern and Gent inside to lend a hand to those whom disaster had brushed- some a little more forcefully than others.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jader on Mon Mar 12, 2007 1:58 am

Ka`zeh's attention was diverted by the stranger asking if he could be of any assistance. The Head Inspector unwillingly turned his attention away from the retreating Dusk to respond to Robert's inquiry.

"Hmm..yes. We could use a lot of help right now. Just make sure the flames are completely extinguished and help the remaining patrol guards gather the burned wood and supplies and put it all in a pile. We'll have to dispose of it later. Our prime concern now is making sure the citizens are unharmed, so if you could check on them for injuries, I'd really appreciate it," Ka`zeh responded professionally, bowing in thanks to the helpful stranger.

"My name is Ka`zeh, Head Inspector of the Ghalerion Special Forces. And you are?" He added, figuring he might as well introduce himself properly to the man before they began to repair the damage that was done that chaotic night.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jason on Mon Mar 12, 2007 10:36 am

“So…� A voice suddenly flooded the area; sonorous tone that rippled into every corner at once before focusing near a specific area. A figure made itself known, coming from the depths of the shadow, next to one who identified himself as Ka`zeh and one who was identified as Geldyn Reinhart III.

Smoke billowed from his lips and silhouetted his form like some kind of hazy aura. “Well, first of all, nice job protecting this town. Can’t kill one criminal, then burn the entire thing down, right right?!� Rambunctious laughter could be heard as the cigarette was placed between the gloved index and middle fingers of his right hand.

His laughter soon faded; his eyes held a cunning intellect that seemed more than capable of patiently diverting every circumstance to its design. It was a startling acumen, surely one that was not commonly seen among the commonplace folks of a town such as this; it was the first, and possibly only, warning that others would receive that something was just…not quite right with this man.

“But enough frivolities, yeah?� Biting sentences flew about, did he meant to insult? A puff was taken and consequently released into the cool, night air.

“There was currently someone, or should I say something about these parts, yeah? Not quite human, should I say. Borne of the infernal fires, blood is their wine, terror their comfort. Get what I’m saying? Have either of you seen a demon around here? � No doubt tortured him;

He held an easiness about him, curious and inexplicable, which spoke of confidence…confidence which is borne from years of repetition; he was at home, as if he had done this action thousands upon thousands of times before.

He was a strange one, such a fact could not be denied; although he hardly moved at all, he seemed ever shifting. Evanescent shades of feeling that endeavored to smile away a nonexistent chagrin.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Edge on Mon Mar 12, 2007 2:08 pm

Gent sat in the chair for a while, trying to regain his energy as he listened to the arguing voices. It took a lot out of him to work so precisely the last effects of his wind spell taking words and bringing them to his ears. Names came to him, and Gen pieced together what had happened.

Elements were not easy to control in the tight corners of any city, as well as the fact he had been working without seeing what was really going on outside has also put a drain on him. He took one last deep breath and picked up his stick from the ground. Carefully he hobbled outside. The first few steps almost always induced a rush of panic and a sudden want to call for Robert to carry him, but just as strongly, Gent hungered for his independence.

So the next shadow spoke of a demon- how fun was that? Gent gave a bored sigh, another shadowy figure, another person who was trying to look as cunning as possible. No, Gent wasn’t fooled; sure the figure was smart but held nothing of interest accept possibly money.

“I thought magic was banned in this city…� he mused to himself.

Coughing the mage turned and watched the clean up crew begin to salvage what was burned and broken. Boards, rubble and broken clay pots were gathered and put into carts to be scavenged by the poor and beggars. This never failed to amaze Gent of how quickly the streets could be cleared.

Shaking his head, Gent looked around and decided he would look for the nearest temple. He tilted his head back and sniffed. No, he could not smell the holy oils or incense burning.

But the lone figure that was disappearing into the night… That figure interested Gent. Hobbling as fast as he could Gent decided to settle for a different means of communication.

Why are you running? Geldyn Reinhart III…. What do you seek? The end? Your Twilight? Is there no Dawn for you? Gent’s words were low, calm, collected, carried only on the breath of a breeze. Hopefully Dusk would listen and hear.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jader on Tue Mar 13, 2007 7:44 pm

It seems that the chaos of the night had attracted a lot of attention from new visitors in Ghalerion, and this was something Ka`zeh certainly wasn't proud of.

He looked over to the man smoking the cigarette, sighing a bit as he whipped out a pipe fashioned of maple, lit a match against the heel of his boot, and took a few puffs on his pipe.

"Yes, my most humble apologies, stranger. Victor, the Captain of the Guard, has become very rash and clumsy these past few years," Ka`zeh responded, glancing over to the enormous frame of the retreating Victor Marius.

The Head Inspector puffed once more on his pipe, issuing a long stream of smoke from his nostrils and lips as Jason's inquiry about a demon piqued his interest.

"A demon? I certainly hope not, but I don't doubt it in this city. It has turned into an abyssal pit of Hell itself. But no, I have not seen a demon, good sir," Ka`zeh answered the man's question, watching the guards clear the rest of the rubble.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Alucroas on Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:44 pm

After a while the momentum that the food-stand had picked up eventually came to a halt, stopping just inches before crashing into a small alley way wall. Fun time was over, he enjoyed the crazy fanatic and crimes and stunts he committed already, but for now he had a new objective.

That Ka`zeh person most definitely new how to push Von's buttons and get him into a crazed frenzy, however law enforcers were police and this man wasn't a stranger to manipulating others to get what he wanted. He arched a brow as a grin concurrently developed under his lips. " Hmm, perhaps I could use that fucker to my advantage....Time for a trip to the station."

Immediately he leaped off of the food-stand and began a wicked dash towards the headquarters of Ka`zeh not much time would be needed to get there since the bar they were currently at just so happened to be the very same one he was at the first time he went to that station.

Ten minutes had passed by and he had arrived at his destination, giving a few brief glances around the area to make sure nobody was watching, he figured he was already a lunatic for even venturing here since he was already wanted by the authorities. Taking into consideration that the majority of the guards were at the tavern still, his caution wasn't what it should've been as he pushed open those same familiar doors once more....

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jader on Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:57 pm

Meanwhile, at Ghalerion's Special Forces Headquarters, Von attempted to venture into the station, and immediately two jagged looking spears crossed one another in an X fashion near his throat just outside.

"Our apologies, good sir, but the station is under heavy security because of the recent criminal activity. Do you have an appointment?"
The guard to Von's left said in a very professional manner, but overall the guards stationed at the Headquarters seemed friendly.

Victor Marius' Elite Guard was fast approaching the headquarters, with the massive Captain at the helm, his coal black eyes burning with anger and frustration.

"The nerve of that Ka`zeh. Trying to tell me how to do my job. The time for negotiations and gentle grace has long since passed in this city. Justice must be served with an iron fist, and I am such a fist," Victor grumbled to no one in particular, still carrying his unsheathed broadsword in his right hand.

"He'll pay for this.." He added, drawing ever closer to the Ghalerion Special Forces Headquarters.

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