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Fangoria

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a part of Fangoria, by GamingGorman.

The capital of Fangoria.

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Fangotha is the capital and largest city in Fangoria. A large marketplace can be found here as well as various university's of magic and a mages guild. A very large immaculate palace resides in Fangotha where the king and queen reside as well as a large barracks stationing most of the nations reserve men and guards.

In the town square a giant statue of the black dragon sits where it stood a century ago when Octavion was defeated. Numerous attempt have been made to remove the statue but neither man nor magic has been able to budge it.
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Fangotha

The capital of Fangoria.

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Fangotha is a part of Fangoria.

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Aurelius Longinus [0] Myrmyliod War Hero
Kcolth Kalarus [0] Loyal protector of Soarina Truguth

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The sun was shining brightly on the practice grounds, there were various dummies set up in a row at one end of the yard. At the other side there was a young woman dressed in green shirt, covered in exotic feathers and gold, that was short enough to show her stomach and a matching skirt. She had a golden crown upon her head and a golden key hung around her neck. An old man in simple blue robes stood forty paces to her right next to a odd machine, and there was a few more servants behind her holding fruit, water and towels clothed in similar blue cloth.

"Go!" She shouted. The old man pulled a rope attached to the machine and three small disks shot out of it into the air. The young woman the quickly shot each one out of the air with three small darts of fire. She smiled as each fell to the ground still smoldering.

"Good," the old man stated " You are progressing nicely each shot is getting faster and more precise. Again." He pulled the rope three more times and each time she shot them down as easily as one pulls petals off a flower. "Enough this is getting boring." said Soarina as she motioned for the servants behind her to come forward with the food and water. She took a deep drink of water and some bites of the fruit.

"You know practice makes perfect m'liege." the old man said. "Well I am done practicing this lets move on." she stated as she dabbed the bits of juice from her face with a towel. "But princess,..". "I said I'm done with it Mordecai, moving on" she snapped as she threw the towel back at the servants.

Mordecai bowed his head in compliance, "As you wish, see what you can do to those dummies." "Thats more like it." Soarina smiled devilishly. Then she launched a large ball of flames at one of the dummies and when it connected it exploded into flames. "Again.." he said. "My pleasure," she smiled sending two more projectiles at two more targets.

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Kcolth was enjoying the shade from under a tree in the practicing grounds. It was a sunny day and he had just finished his training with several other members of the Royal Guard. His black and gold armor reflected the light that was shinning threw the leafs of the trees and his spear resting at his feet. He was leaning against the tree and was watching princess Soarina training in the background. He watched as she blasted both disk and dummy alike. He was happy to see that her aim had greatly improved. The burns on his back had long since turned into a scar from when her control of the fire was lacking. It still surprised him that such a young and beautiful woman like herself was capable of blasting to pieces whatever she seemed fit. Next to her his healing and protection magic was child's play. He noted that after destroying the tenth practice dummy Soarina seemed to start getting tired. He left his spot from under the tree and walked over to the servants. He asked for the water and then with a bow dismissed them. He knew they needed a break. He walked over to Soarina and held out the water to her smiling. "I do believe that is more then enough for one day Lady Soarina . If you continue there won't be any practice dummies left in the entire country," he said. "Come you need to rest," he said firmly. If he didn't hold his ground with her she would just wave him aside, and he wasn't ready to go and tell the King that his only daughter died from overexertion.

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Soarina turned glared at Kcolth, she knew he was right, she was starting to exhaust herself but she would never give him that satisfaction. She grabbed the water from him and took a long drink and smiled at him condescendingly. "Kcolth why did you tell the servants to leave, I'm famished and you just sent away my food. Now I will have to get some my self." Glancing behind her she noted one dummy left, with a sigh she put out her hand and sent a final fire ball at it making it match the rest of the chard heaps on the ground.

"Mordecai," she shouted at the old teacher who was still standing by the machine "make sure there are more targets set up for tomorrow." "Yes m'lady.."
he sighed in relief, some of her practices ended with her setting fire to an unconventional target and he was just glad to retire for the day with all of his hair intact. As he tittered off Soarina turned her attention back to Kcolth who was still wearing his whole suit of armor. She grimaced as she remembered the scar on his back the she had accentually inflected and how it must hurt more with all the armor piled on top of it. She knew if not prompted to he would never take it off, something about being proud or whatnot.

"Kcolth why are you still covered in armor, you know that the sheen annoys me." she scoffed. "Now go change and meet me in the kitchen where you can find me some of the food that you have deprived me of." With that she turned and walked into the castle and to the kitchen. She smiled to herself, she wasn't always a spoiled brat like everyone thought, sometimes she helped people with out them even know it. The kitchen was full if people working to prepare dinner for the them later.

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In one of many magic university's located in Fangotha a bunch of books in the library had been hastily moved in to a cluttered pile, soon enough another large book came flying through the air landing with a thud on top of the mess. "Nothing" breathed Ajak as his hands moved along one of the shelves, he did this for hours every now and again he would grab one and skim its pages before tossing it along with the others. He had nearly searched through the entire stock of books before being kicked out due to the mess he had made. "I was going to clean it up I swear!" He belted as an elderly lady chased him out with a brook stick firmly in hand! "Out! and never come back you unruly hooligan!" she yelled.

"Hooligan? who are you calling a hooligan you old wre--" Ajak started but a large book met his face before he was able to finish his sentence. Nursing his sore nose Ajak hobbled away in reluctant defeat, a swift painful twinge shot through his cursed arm causing him to flinch and grab it tightly. "A whole library..and nothing..." He mumbled. before making his way in front of the Fangotha palace.

Ajak had heard of the beautiful palace and the benevolent king and queen that reside there, but he really doubted that there generosity was all it was cracked up to be. He was sure there would be countless trinkets that they wouldn't miss should some sly cunning young man come and swipe them. He twirled his staff in his left arm absentmindedly as he eyed the massive structure. It was broad daylight sneaking in was a no go, besides sneaking in to a palace was different then sneaking in a tomb. Generally the dead don't have a thousand armed brutes eager to poke your eyes out. Getting caught would probably make him look like an assassin instead of a thief and Ajak shuddered to think that he would be treated accordingly.

"Nope no...a silver tongue will have to do" Ajak said to himself cheerfully, he approached one of the gate guards as confidently as possible, doing his research before hand he knew exactly what to say. "Hail good sir beautiful day is it not? I wonder if I could bother you enough to let me through as the king is expecting me, I am a potential suitor for his dear sweet daughter and it would be a crime to keep him waiting." Ajak spoke as suave and sincere as a poet. The guard nearly dropped his spear hearing the words suitor and immediately let Ajak through. "Good luck friend..your going to need it" the guard called after him and Ajak nearly paused to ask why before thinking better of it.

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It took him a few moments but before long Kcolth had come back with some food and set it down in front of her. As she began to eat he talked of how she was improving. Soarina was just about to answer him when a man fell from the balcony above right onto the table and into her food. The average looking mans fall had caused some of the food to splash into Soarina's face. She jumped up in response and rage swelled up in her. It took all of her will to not set fire to the man, instead she channeled it into her voice.

"Who in the kings name are you and what in earth are you doing in my lunch. Do speak quickly because my patience is already spread thin and I don't need any more reasons to set you on fire now." she yelled. Then she wiped the mash off her face and threw it to the ground, and in its place she conjured up a ball of fire and held it hovering in her hand for more of a show of her rage.

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Kcolth jumped back as the man fell onto the table sending much of the food flying. For a moment he thought the man dead, until he lifted his head and smiled. He looked over and saw the pure rage growing in Soarina's eyes. Kcolth quickly drew a long dagger from his boot and brought it to the mans neck. He was between the man and the princess, not only to protect the princess but to protect the man. If he didn't have a good explanation for falling then Soarina would kill him. He looked at Soarina fast to make sure she was uninjured, she was. He looked back at the man. "You are in the presence of Princess Soarina. I am Kcolth, royal knight and bodyguard of the princess. Now, who are you and what caused you to fall?" He looked the man over and guessed he wasn't an assassin. Unless of course he was a very bad assassin, so he kept the knife to the mans neck just in case. He turned and looked at Soarina. She was still very upset and most likely considering blasting the man. Kcolth waved his hand to show that he had it all under control. But then he noticed something. "Lady Soarina, you have a little mash potato right there," he said as he pointed to her face. He smiled a little but quickly turned back to the man. The last thing he wanted was to get blasted. Him or this man.

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It didn't take long for the dragon to refocus its attention and continue its onslaught of the palace, the city guard had began its mobilization and nearby archers had already opened fire on the beast as it hung on to the side of the castle ripping at it fiercely. The effort was futile however as the arrows simply bounced off of the reptiles pitch black scales. The townsfolk all ran and hid to their houses, shops locked up as everyone took cover, the king and queen were presumably taken by the royal guard down to the safety of the royal dungeon. The dragon eyed the interior of the dining room but found it empty, far to large to fit inside the dragon simply began clawing at the floor and walls and anything it could reach slowly tearing through the castle in search of a meal. Some of the guards had entered and charged the creatures claws hoping to detach him from its grip making it to fall from the castle, they never got close enough as the beast let loose a breath of flames leaving nothing but charred human flesh in its wake.

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"Okay, alright Ill watch after her" Ajak nodded, he never fancied himself a dragon slayer anyway and getting to safety was always a top priority of his. Ajak glanced out of one of the many hallway windows, the town square was clearly visible as well as the giant dragon statue, that is if it was still there, all that remained was a crumbled stone skin. It didn't take long for Ajak to put two and two together. He quickly turned to the princess and grabbed her by her hand as a bunch of guards rushed past them following after Kcolth.

"M'lady we mustn't dawdle, I fear this battle is further out of our league then your friend even realizes, I don't know my way around, please lead us to dungeons, I assume that's where your parents would be" Ajak said impatiently. He didn't want the princess to try to chase after her bodyguard, he already nearly cooked over them and becoming dragon food wasn't on his to do list that day. Ajak wanted to say something more comforting, but not even he could make a joke after realizing what the dragon actually was.

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Most people of the marketplace had retreated back into their shops leaving the marketplace desolate. The silence was strong enough to the point where the guards at the far off castle could be heard. Almost every day of the year the marketplace was ripe with noise, however on this day the life of the marketplace had become sick. Every sign upon the wooden doors of the shops had been flipped to the red words stating "Closed".

Standing amongst the hay near the stables of the horse merchant, Rethyn's blood red eyes remained fixated upon the destruction of the castle. From his view, he could still see many guards in formation patrolling around the castle as the initial chaos of the attack seemed to die down. Not too far off from them, Rethyn could see the dead and wounded being carried off in large wooden carts to either morgues or perhaps medics. Didn't matter, damage was still damage.

Feeling as if he were unfrozen, Rethyn turned back towards his shop and moved towards it with faint steps. The Captain of the guards would most likely wish to call a curfew tonight. Locking everything down until the hysteria died down a little. This however was just a guess from a simple Herbalist.

Stopping at his door, Rethyn's eyes widened. His eyes had caught the red letter sticking out of his doors black mail slot. The red letter was always something most shop keepers feared within the marketplace. It had to do with debt, and Rethyn's father had left him with plenty. Forcing air out to prevent himself from suffocating, Rethyn with a shaking right hand pulled upon his shop's door. Opening only a small width, Rethyn slid inside and shut the door quickly and with a loud bang.

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The light of the candle had died, leaving only leaving a waxy mess upon Rethyn's counter. Within the room, his dim red eyes gave a small array of light which looked down upon the open red letter. He had started to read the letter while the wax was still high. With the candle's light gone; he sat at the counter taking long and irregular breaths. The lids of his eyes had become red as the veins in the white of his eyes became more visible. Upon the letter and Rethyn's right hand there were small drops of tears which ruined the ink of the blood red letter. Where the tears had landed, they seemed to twist and distort the unfortunate words which they dropped upon.

With a sudden spark of rage Rethyn shot up and knocked the objects off the section of the counter of which he sat. Without pause, next came the stool of which he sat on. Lifting up the light stool with on hand he chucked it at the door. With a loud and echoing crack the stool broke into several pieces as it contacted the door. In the midst of his rage he rubbed at his face as he cursed under his breath. He was cornered and tired. They pushed and pushed, never once giving him a chance at success.

Breathing out one last uncontrolled breath, Rethyn glanced at every bit of his and his fathers shop. Memories of begging to get the materials to build this burned in his mind. Success in the store was something which they achieved together.

"No..." Rethyn said in a dark whisper like hiss.

Stepping away from the wooden counter, he was shaking. If they wanted the store they could have what was left. With those thoughts possessing his mind, Rethyn paced around his store with a fair amount of noise in his step. With every stomp like step it felt the wood of the floor was going to break under him.

Finally finding it, Rethyn narrowed his blood red eyes. It was simply a can filled with a yellowish vegetable oil. It seemed almost idiotic that what he grabbed was so simple, but it in reality it wasn't. What most folk of Fangoiria didn't know was that most of their simple vegetable oils were flammable. It wasn't the vegetables which were flammable, but the preservatives used for the vegetable oil.

With a simple toss of the right hand, the can smashed up against the side of the wooden counter. As the oil flooded out, Rethyn pulled out from his large coat a match. Striking the match, he dropped it into the small sea of oil. With almost a popping like sound, the fire flew up crackling. The flames turned the shade of blue momentarily before going back to red as the ignited.

Wasting no further time, Rethyn covered up his nose and mouth with his coats sleeve. For a moment he felt the urge to grab everything, but he didn't. He forced himself to turn away from it and pass out the back door one last time.

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With his hood up, Rethyn looked like any other commoner during the colder seasons. His long linen cloth was passed down to him when his father left. The coat only gained its hidden additions through Rethyn himself. Within the coat Rethyn had only brought along the four poisoned needles and several matches. He knew when he left his flaming shop that he was under supplied, and currently he didn't care in the slightest. He knew he could be resourceful enough in the future to get by.

Pushing past many others wearing clothes almost identical to his own, Rethyn finally made it to the large and beautiful Gates of Fangotha. For reasons Rethyn guess were the dragons fault, there stood three extra armed guards at the large gates. Amongst the five guards only one of them seemed to be wearing a heavier armor set. Rethyn then understood he was of highest rank due to that small detail. He as well was the only guard with a sword and shield as well as a spear. The rest were in lighter armor with only spears and no helms. Like any other civilian wishing to leave the capital, Rethyn walked up to the guard by the lever and asked politely,

"Permission to exit the city on the account of resource gathering for my shop? Due our recent events I need to travel to Redstone and meet up with my family, and-"

"Understood citizen, but before you go anywhere show me your face...I don't speak to ratty cloaks." The guard said, cutting off Rethyn forcefully.

Looking up slowly, for about a moment the red eyes of Rethyn met the blues of the guard’s eyes. Suddenly, the guard’s eyes widened and without warning Rethyn felt a blow to the face. Feeling the force of the pain carry through his jaw and through him, he found himself on the ground. With that, everything started to flicker out as he felt hands upon his wrists.

Within another flash, he felt light force its way into his eyes as his hood was yanked off from his head. Something had become tight around his hands which happen to have been placed behind his back. To his left and his right he saw blurred images of the two guards from the gate. Both of them had their arms latched onto his as the forcefully held him up and moved him along.

Not too far off in the distance, Rethyn thought he saw the castle become closer and closer as he was moved along.

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"What the hell are you people talking about?" Rethyn muttered as he watched the Cleric ramble on about how God works to the King, but not wishing to be in the way, he chose to remain silent and just listen. He was actually waiting for the King to dismiss him from the room, but amongst all of the current chaos of dragon attacks and such, he must have been forgotten. Still, through this he might be able to pick a few things up about the news outside Fangotha. Besides, it wasn't just any day a commoner could see the King eye to eye.

Slipping his hands into his lien brown coat quietly, Rethyn checked his hidden pockets. Thankfully, the metal of the four needles could still be felt against his fingertips. There were two of them in the right pocket, and two on the left. As long as they weren’t noticed he could leave peacefully. Pulling his hands back out and to his sides without a sound, he couldn't help but feel shaky. He was carrying concealed weapons in the Royal home which already was a mistake with grave consequences. Even worse was the fact he'd feel like he just betrayed the little trust he gained.

Walking over to the wall casually he leaned against it and gave a smirk to the two buffoons of guards. He swore to himself if one of them ever put a hand on him again in a dark alley he'd poison them with a painful mixture of poisons. Then the both of them would know not to lash out at random citizens. Rethyn knew though if he encountered a man with red eyes amongst seas of other shades he'd be just scared. In the city of Fangotha, he knew he was the only red eyed being in the city. Why though? Was he just a monster, or was it another reason?

"Answers to puzzling questions only unlock doors with more locked doors behind them." Rethyn thought to himself, "But nothing is insoluble."

Glancing over at the group again, Rethyn was a mere shadow.